The Villain I Loved Has Broken Free and Transmigrated Out of the Story - Chapter 47

Yin Ya thought she was beginning to understand what “retreat to advance” meant as a strategy.

Cang Lanyan must have figured out her temperament, which was why she’d given Yin Ya the choice. It seemed like she was giving Yin Ya the freedom to choose, but the outcome hadn’t changed at all. She was just making Yin Ya think she wasn’t being forced.

That’s why Cang Lanyan could calmly say, “I’m not the only one who’s broken the rules.”

Yin Ya was familiar with this kind of rhetoric, but she still couldn’t help falling for the trap.

She’d been too quick to call Cang Lanyan “un-villain-like.”

Facing Cang Lanyan’s smiling gaze, Yin Ya calmed herself down, focused her mind, and thought, “Leave.”

That reply on the forum had been right. If she wasn’t interested in romance, she just had to stop letting her mind wander in that direction. With the prohibition in place, Cang Lanyan was currently limited to psychological tactics. She really couldn’t do anything physical.

The next moment, everything went dark.

Yin Ya didn’t open her eyes. The aching in her wrists and ankles worsened her exhaustion. To be in the best shape to write the next part of the story, she needed to keep resting.

Pretending not to notice the minty scent coming from nearby, Yin Ya closed her eyes to rest. The jumbled emotions swirling in her mind were quickly pushed aside by thoughts of the next plot development.

Cang Lanyan wasn’t surprised by this outcome.

Repeated testing had already proven certain facts to her. Her earlier words were both a practical test and an expression of her true feelings.

Maintaining a proper distance, paradoxically, made it easier to grow closer. Though she didn’t fully understand this so-called “sense of boundaries,” she was now eager to learn and experiment with it.

Falling in love with the Creator God, this was likely the first clear and self-driven desire she’d had since coming of age, one that wasn’t influenced by anyone else.

After the minty scent faded, Yin Ya hadn’t been resting for long when the WeChat call bell forced her to open her eyes.

Seeing it was Cen Xiang calling, she finally relaxed and answered with a simple “Hello.”

“Ya Zai, are you home?” Cen Xiang’s voice sounded unusually serious, and the background noise suggested she was at a subway station.

“Yeah,” Yin Ya replied. “My period just started, so I’m lying on the bed.”

“I just ran into your mother at the subway station!” Cen Xiang exclaimed. “I greeted her and waited until she headed toward Exit B before calling you! You should still have time to get here, right?”

Yin Ya immediately sat up straight.

She knew exactly what Cen Xiang meant by “still have time.” Yesterday, she’d told her mother over the phone that she wasn’t sharing a place with anyone. If her mother discovered traces of Cang Lanyan’s former life here and realized Yin Ya was lying, it would be disastrous.

In fact, when she received her mother’s call yesterday, she’d already suspected her mother would visit in the next few days. She’d kept an eye out and asked Cen Xiang, who was often out, to keep watch at the subway station. And sure enough, Cen Xiang had spotted her!

After hastily thanking Cen Xiang, Yin Ya, still aching from the lingering discomfort, grabbed her phone and scrambled off the bed ladder. She quickly folded the lower bunk’s bedding and pillows, cleared out the stuffed animals and other clutter from the wardrobe to fill the lower bunk, and then neatly stuffed the bedding and pillows back into the wardrobe.

After checking the bedroom one last time to ensure no traces of a second person’s presence remained, she went out to find Cang Lanyan.

Fortunately, Cang Lanyan had her own clothes and didn’t wear shoes or socks. Otherwise, Yin Ya really wouldn’t have known how to pull off this deception.

Yin Ya thought happily.

But when she saw the bathroom door tightly shut and the light inside, her heart, which had just settled, began to race again.

“Cang Lanyan!” she hissed, her voice urgent and frustrated. She rushed over and flung open the door to find Cang Lanyan soaking in a tub of cold water, her sky-blue fish tail lazily unfurled.

This is terrible! Of all times, the Old Spirit had to choose now to take a bath!

“What is it?” Cang Lanyan asked, looking at her.

“My mother… my mother is coming soon!” Yin Ya blurted out, her words tumbling over each other. “No time to explain! You must not come out while she’s here! If she stays longer, I’ll find a way to signal you. When I do, you need to open the door and get out quickly! When you come out, you have to wear normal clothes; your hair should be half-dry, and change your hair and eye color! If she asks, I’ll say you’re my classmate who came over to borrow a bath and will leave right after… Do you remember all that?”

“I remember,” Cang Lanyan nodded, but then asked, puzzled, “But she’s your blood relative. Why are you so panicked?”

“I’ll explain later,” Yin Ya said, glancing at her phone. She estimated her mother would be taking the elevator about now and turned to leave, but Cang Lanyan caught her wrist.

“Here.” Cang Lanyan swiftly formed a hand seal with her other hand, conjuring a pink Spiritual Power Jellyfish, about the size of a marble, into Yin Ya’s palm. “No one else can see it. If you need me to appear, just squeeze it.”

“Will this hurt you?” Yin Ya asked instinctively.

“It’s purely a creation of Spiritual Power, just like the jellyfish I used to block the drain earlier,” Cang Lanyan replied.

Yin Ya finally dared to carry the pink jellyfish out, closing the bathroom door behind her. After taking a few steps, she remembered to remind her, “Don’t forget to lock the door!”

Watching her go, Cang Lanyan curled a finger, first locking the door, then pointing at the bathtub.

A mass of cold water drifted out from the bathtub, drifting lazily toward the door under her guidance. In the next instant, it transformed into white steam, enveloping the entire door to mimic the mist created when humans bathe.

The Creator God’s mother.

She did wish to interact with her, to speak a few words and gain further insight into the God’s past.

Judging solely by the measures the God had taken, it was highly likely that this mother was connected to the shackles that bound the God within the Heart-Image Illusion Realm.

What could it possibly be?

Pressing a hand to her chest, Cang Lanyan closed her eyes, carefully savoring the complex emotions surging through her.

It was another difficult-to-define mix of feelings.

Was it anticipation, unease, or the most puzzling of all… “pity”?

Hearing the knock at the door and her mother’s call, Yin Ya shivered. Calling out, “Coming!” she stuffed the pink jellyfish into her pocket and pretended to rush from her computer desk to the front door.

“I told you yesterday you didn’t need to come!” Yin Ya grumbled softly as she greeted her mother, who was wearing a cream-colored wool coat, and took her suitcase and travel bag. “You could have at least called ahead. What if I was asleep or out? Who would have let you in?”

“I brought a spare key,” her mother said with a smile. “I have a meeting tonight, so I’ll just drop off the things and leave.”

“You should at least rest a bit!” Yin Ya said helplessly. “It’s not like home is close to here!”

“It’s not too far, Mother. I’m not tired,” Mother said softly.

Noticing her mother’s gaze toward the bathroom, Yin Ya quickly explained, “My roommate’s hot water is broken. School starts soon, so she’s just borrowing a place to take a bath. She’ll leave right after!”

As she spoke, she wheeled her suitcase and carried her travel bag straight to the bedroom. Only when she heard her mother’s high heels clicking behind her did she breathe a sigh of relief. She put down her bags and calmly opened the wardrobe.

“Today my period just started, and it’s been quite regular this month,” Yin Ya reported as she unpacked. In front of her mother, she hung her lightweight spring clothes in the wardrobe. “I’ve been careful about staying warm and resting, and I’ve been drinking ginger soup. So far, I haven’t had any cramps.”

“If I’d known this, I should have brought some nourishing food for you,” Mother said regretfully.

“No need! I’m perfectly healthy. Why would I need extra nourishment?” Yin Ya replied with a smile. “Don’t worry about this after you go back. I definitely won’t starve myself.”

Mother nodded and remained in the bedroom.

Yin Ya had recently become accustomed to observing others while they were occupied, a habit she continued now due to Cang Lanyan’s constant presence.

She noticed a hesitant expression on her mother’s face, as if she wanted to tell her something. Yet for some reason, Mother hesitated, seemingly still deliberating.

Yin Ya felt a twinge of unease, fearing it might involve Cang Lanyan. Her movements quickened as she finished packing.

Only when she closed the empty suitcase and zipped the travel bag did her mother speak. “Ya Ya, there’s something I need to discuss with you.”

“What is it?” Yin Ya asked.

“Would you… mind if I… found you a new father?” Mother asked softly.

Yin Ya was utterly taken aback by this unexpected revelation and froze.

“Mother knows that what happened back then hurt you deeply,” Mother said cautiously. “After your father passed, I was unable to move on for a long time and didn’t dare to date again. But…”

“But you think you’ve found true love now,” Yin Ya said, quickly regaining her composure. She looked at her mother calmly and asked, “Is that right?”

Before her mother could respond, she continued, “Did you investigate this time? Is he gay? Does he want children? Does he genuinely intend to share a life with you, to care for each other, or does he have other intentions?”

“Mother has already checked,” she said, averting her gaze as if she were a child who had done wrong. “But if you don’t want this, I won’t take that step.”

“If you feel lonely after graduation, I can apply to a school nearby to teach, or I can write novels at home to make money. I’ll be there for you,” Yin Ya said firmly. “Hasn’t ‘true love’ already caused you enough pain?”

Seeing her mother’s silence, she sighed inwardly. Gathering her courage, she raised her voice, her tone resolute: “You always ask if I want this, but you’ve already made up your mind before you even ask, don’t you?”

In the past, she would never have dared to speak to her mother like this.

Gentle and obedient. After that incident years ago, these traits had become ingrained in her very being. She had grown more accustomed to enduring hardship than resisting it.

Clearly, her mother hadn’t anticipated such a vehement rejection. She was momentarily speechless, finally blurting out, “Mother will think about it carefully,” before hastily grabbing her empty suitcase and travel bag and fleeing like a woman on the run.

Yin Ya escorted her to the neighborhood gate, watching until she disappeared into the subway station. Only then did she trudge home, her body heavy with exhaustion.

As she stepped onto a deserted side street, a faint minty scent suddenly filled her nostrils.

In the next instant, the scene before her shifted abruptly. Without needing to think, she knew Cang Lanyan had teleported her home.

“It’s bitterly cold outside. Why did you leave the house in just your nightgown?” Cang Lanyan asked, her gaze soft as she smoothed Yin Ya’s tousled hair, which the icy wind had disturbed. “Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold and worsening your period cramps?”

Yin Ya stared blankly into those amber eyes. For some reason, the aimless emotions that had been swirling inside her suddenly collapsed. By the time she realized it, she had already thrown herself into Cang Lanyan’s arms, tears streaming down her face.

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