The Villain I Loved Has Broken Free and Transmigrated Out of the Story - Chapter 55

Yin Ya slept soundly, not waking until the alarm sounded. She turned off her phone, rubbed her eyes, and sat up.

She felt as if she had just emerged from a warm bath, her body completely relaxed, her wrists and ankles free of any stiffness.

The only discomfort she felt was a slight chill from her close-fitting clothes and a stinging in her eyes from crying too much. It seemed she had paid the price for her reckless behavior last night.

In exchange, she quickly realized she couldn’t remember her dream at all, not even a trace. Cang Lanyan must have kept her promise from the night before, fading her memories before letting her leave the Dream Realm.

Clutching her bloated lower abdomen, Yin Ya thanked her period for arriving just in time. Otherwise, she would likely be immobilized again, forced to wait for Cang Lanyan to massage away her aches.

She glanced down at the lower bunk, but Cang Lanyan was nowhere to be seen. She picked up her phone, intending to set the alarm and catch a few more Zs.

But the moment she turned on the screen, a text message popped up:

“Going out for a walk won’t cause any trouble; I’ll be back soon, don’t worry.”

[From: Backup Phone]

[Sent: 1 hour ago.]

Was this… a text message from Cang Lanyan?!

Yin Ya instantly woke up in a panic. Ignoring the last two characters, she nervously dialed the backup phone number.

Whether Cang Lanyan caused trouble or not… wasn’t something she could decide. No matter how much common sense knowledge she had studied, theory and reality were fundamentally different!

The phone rang for only a few seconds before being answered. Yin Ya immediately asked, “Where are you right now?”

“Haven’t you seen the text message?” Cang Lanyan countered. The background noise sounded like she was on the street.

“I’m calling because I saw the text message!” Yin Ya quickly put on her glasses, scrambled down the bed ladder, and rushed to the window to draw the curtains. She strained to spot Cang Lanyan from the 22nd floor. “Couldn’t you have waited until I woke up before leaving?”

“I’m just walking around, looking at some real-life examples mentioned in the common sense materials,” Cang Lanyan replied calmly. “You don’t need to accompany me. Just rest.”

“What about you? Tell me, where are you now? Where are you going?” Yin Ya sounded anxious. “There’s so much traffic on the road. Do you even understand the traffic signs? I never included those in the Common Sense file!”

Cang Lanyan was silent for a moment before finally giving her the name of a road sign.

Yin Ya immediately checked the map while rushing to her bedroom. As soon as she found the location of the road sign—just a few hundred meters away. She set her phone on the bedside table, grabbed her clothes, and started throwing them on.

“Stay there! I’ll be right there!”

“There’s no need for you to come,” Cang Lanyan said. “I’ve hidden my presence and even took this call through a soundproof barrier.”

“But I’m worried!” Yin Ya shouted into the phone. “You…”

“You still don’t trust me,” Cang Lanyan cut her off bluntly, her voice turning cold.

The words that Yin Ya was about to say were all caught in her throat. Before she could even explain her concerns, Cang Lanyan said coldly, “Thank you, goodbye,” and hung up the phone.

This bizarre ending to the conversation sent a sudden sense of danger through Yin Ya, and she hurriedly dressed even faster.

Just as she was pulling on her pants, a white light flashed before her eyes. Cang Lanyan, clad in a black down jacket, materialized in her vision, holding an unturned-off backup phone and gazing down at her.

Their eyes met. Yin Ya sighed in relief, but her heart leaped at the Old Spirit’s icy, murderous stare.

“Take it off,” Cang Lanyan commanded.

With the person she’d been longing for back, Yin Ya abandoned her plans to search for her and obediently changed back into her fuzzy pajamas.

She watched Cang Lanyan place the backup phone beside her own, then sit down beside her, arms crossed, her expression stern. “I hope you understand, Your Excellency,” she said, “that I am neither ignorant nor inflexible.”

Yin Ya nodded quickly. “I understand the logic, but…”

“But you still think I’ll get into trouble,” Cang Lanyan narrowed her eyes. “Especially without you there to supervise me.”

Realizing her thoughts had been exposed, Yin Ya fell silent.

She had already vaguely sensed that her earlier choice had stepped into Cang Lanyan’s sensitive area.

After all, during those three centuries in the Deep Sea centuries ago, Cang Lanyan had been closely monitored by those elders. To Cang Lanyan, Yin Ya’s current concerns were fundamentally no different from the indirect confinement she had experienced back then.

“Go get some rest,” Cang Lanyan said, her tone suddenly softening. She gently patted Yin Ya on the head and casually removed the down jacket Yin Ya had just draped over her shoulders.

How could Yin Ya possibly sleep? Muttering a quiet acknowledgment, she changed into her pajamas in front of Cang Lanyan, then pulled out her phone and opened the food delivery app to order breakfast.

“What do you want to eat?” she asked out of habit.

“Order what you want,” Cang Lanyan replied coolly, walking toward the door without looking back. “Don’t worry about me.”

Yin Ya’s heart skipped a beat.

She sensed that Cang Lanyan was genuinely upset, even a little disappointed.

Though she knew the words “upset” and “disappointed” hardly applied to Cang Lanyan, she couldn’t shake the inexplicable feeling.

Perhaps it was because Cang Lanyan felt they had already shared their deepest thoughts and feelings, and Yin Ya’s concern over such trivial matters disappointed her?

Yin Ya suddenly felt a pang of regret. She hurried over to see Cang Lanyan sitting at the computer desk, picking up Fortress Besieged where she had left off, clearly not wanting to talk just yet.

Yin Ya opened her mouth to speak but ultimately turned away and headed to the bathroom.

While waiting for the takeout to arrive, Yin Ya brushed her teeth in the bathroom, glancing repeatedly toward the computer desk outside, worried that Cang Lanyan might slip out again without telling her.

After a few glances, she managed to suppress the urge.

No, it’s too soon. I haven’t spent enough time with her to adapt to her ways. I’m not as quick as she is at adjusting. I still subconsciously fear that this Old Spirit will get into trouble if she goes out alone.

I need to overcome this soon.

Cang Lanyan is probably still angry. I need to find a chance to apologize for my reaction and swear I’ll never stop her again.

But… she remembered Cang Lanyan had just said she didn’t like hearing empty promises, that she only cared about actions.

What should she do?

Yin Ya was still tangled up in her thoughts when she finished spitting out her toothpaste, washed her face, and hurried out of the bathroom. She found that Cang Lanyan was no longer at her computer desk, nor in the kitchen. She checked the bedroom, but there was no sign of her. The backup phone that had been on the bedside table was gone, leaving only her own phone lying there by itself.

Yin Ya quickly picked up her phone and saw a “Twilight’s Return” text sent three minutes earlier. Her anxious heart suddenly relaxed.

The feeling of being cared about by the Major Antagonist, who had just begun to understand a little, was truly wonderful. She carefully replied with some reminders, then added Cang Lanyan’s text to her favorites before letting out a small sigh of relief.

This must be the most respectful way to treat Cang Lanyan, right?

But to be honest, the house felt strangely empty without her.

As Yin Ya finished breakfast, she even started reminiscing about how she had spent the entire winter break before Cang Lanyan came to live with her, all alone.

It seemed like… every day after finishing her updates, she’d spend her time reading books, watching dramas, or binge-watching shows, occasionally pausing to buy groceries and prepare meals. When she felt tired, she’d sink into the bathtub for a relaxing soak. If Cen Xiang invited her for an online game session, she’d join for a while. When drowsiness set in, she’d wash up and go to bed. The next day, she’d repeat the same routine.

Days like these, pieced together from such mundane tasks, weren’t exactly dull, but they couldn’t be called exciting either.

After Cang Lanyan moved in, there was another person to share these everyday tasks with. At first, it might have been troublesome, but as they spent more time together, Yin Ya, who had always avoided trouble, found that this wasn’t so bad after all.

After tossing the takeout packaging, Yin Ya returned to bed and opened her laptop to outline the next chapter of her story.

Little did she expect that Cang Lanyan, who had said she’d be back by dusk, would end up staying out the entire day.

Due to menstrual cramps, Yin Ya lacked the energy to write the main text today. Most of the time, she rested in bed. When she felt slightly better, she sat up to organize her thoughts and write a few scenes she felt particularly inspired about.

Perhaps because she kept worrying about Cang Lanyan being out, her Merfolk’s Delight was triggered several times. Her hazy dreams were filled with Cang Lanyan, but not a single one was a good dream.

Yin Ya dreamed of Cang Lanyan running a red light and getting stopped by a traffic cop, then storming into the police station to demand her ticket be voided. In another dream, she saw Cang Lanyan buying street food and being unable to pay, chased down several streets by the vendor brandishing a ladle and cursing.

She wasn’t sure what role she played in these dreams. She never encountered Cang Lanyan, and her shouts went unheard. All she could do was watch helplessly as Cang Lanyan caused trouble and suffered the consequences.

When Cang Lanyan returned home, she found all the lights turned off. She went to the bedroom and saw the laptop on the upper bunk glowing with a faint white light.

After dispelling the illusion spell she’d used to disguise herself, she took out her phone, checked the time, turned on the overhead light, and gently tapped the railing of the upper bunk.

“It’s time for dinner,” she said.

The figure wrapped in blankets groaned a few times but didn’t move, showing no intention of getting up.

Cang Lanyan put her phone on the bedside table. With a flash of movement, she climbed to the upper bunk, moved the laptop aside, and lifted the God, still curled in a cocoon of blankets, down to the lower bunk.

“Can you really sleep this deeply during your period?” she murmured, expressionlessly tickling Yin Ya’s ticklish spot.

Though the dreams of Merfolk’s Delight were illusory, the God’s physical condition within them should mirror reality.

As she expected, after just a few gentle tickles, the God let out a startled “Ow!” followed by uncontrollable laughter as she wriggled free from the blankets.

“Stop it! Stop it!” Yin Ya half-awakened, pleading sleepily. Opening her eyes and seeing Cang Lanyan, she tilted her head and blurted out, “You’re back! I thought you’d have to spend the night in detention…”

She grumbled, then wrapped her arms around Cang Lanyan, pressing her face against hers and nuzzling repeatedly.

“I told you I’d be back by dusk,” the familiar voice reminded her.

Mumbling incoherently, Yin Ya stretched lazily and finally sat up, rubbing her eyes as she reached for her phone, only to grab at empty air.

Confused, she glanced around and realized she was now on the lower bunk, then looked at Cang Lanyan with a bewildered expression.

“It’s mealtime,” Cang Lanyan calmly informed her.

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