Transmigrated Into The Arms Of The Heroine Of A Sadistic Novel - Chapter 12

Qin Changxin disliked using incense, only a faint scent of soap remained on her clothes, clean and pure.

Lin Yanyu froze in her arms for a few seconds. When she felt a hand gently wrapped around her waist, she instinctively wanted to push the person away, but before she exerted force, she remembered that she couldn’t break character. So, she leveraged the momentum and hugged forward, also wrapping her arms around the little girl’s waist.

“So you wanted to hug me, my cat! Why didn’t you say so earlier!” She raised her head, feigning a joyous and cunning smile, but in reality, she was terrified.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly, or she might have embarrassed the little girl in public!

Qin Changxin’s face flushed, and she quickly released her hand, frowning. “I only saw that you weren’t standing steadily and just caught you instinctively.”

After saying that, she “instinctively” grasped Lin Yanyu’s wrist and, without looking back, pulled her towards the carriage not far away, fearing she would say more.

Lin Yanyu looked down. The little girl’s grip was tight, whether it was from fear of her running away or from nervousness due to shyness.

Speaking of which, the little girl’s heart was beating so fast just now. It was only normal physical contact between girls, yet she was overly reserved. She would have to counsel her properly later.

When the two returned to the carriage, Feng Xianchen didn’t recognize Lin Yanyu at first. It wasn’t until the carriage started moving that she pointed at Lin Yanyu in surprise and exclaimed, “You, you’re my sister?!”

“I’ve told you eight hundred times, this Young Master doesn’t have a weak and stupid half-demon sister like you,” Lin Yanyu adjusted the newly added earrings, reminding her with a deliberate look of disdain.

“Sister actually changed into a new outfit?” Feng Xianchen was stunned. Ignoring her reminder, she muttered to herself, “Why do I feel like Sister Changxin is bringing a wife home to meet her parents…”

“Feng Xianchen!” Qin Changxin’s face instantly darkened, and she coldly reprimanded, “Think thrice before speaking nonsense!”

Lin Yanyu thought, ‘It really is like bringing a wife home.’ The Young Master of the Demon Realm and the little girl were the official couple in the original text, and this half-demon’s intuition was quite sharp.

However, she was no longer the lustful original owner and had no intention of dating an underage little girl. Hearing the comment, she chuckled, “You half demon really lets your mind wander. This Young Master and the little beauty haven’t done anything. It’s just that this Young Master came to the human realm for a trip and needed a guide. It just so happened that I ran into the little beauty. Who wants to be her wife!”

“Lin Yanyu!” Qin Changxin turned to her, glared, and then patted her knee. “Come here.”

She had used her word-power. Before Lin Yanyu could respond, she involuntarily transformed back into the small black cat and jumped onto Qin Changxin’s lap to settle down.

Lin Yanyu knew without a doubt that the little girl was angry because she had called her “little beauty” again.

After settling down, she snorted to maintain her persona. Just as she was about to press her face against Qin Changxin’s chest as usual, she was suddenly blocked by a hand when she leaned in.

Qin Changxin ruthlessly kneaded the cat’s face in her arms. The force was a bit heavy, squeezing Lin Yanyu’s face and making her let out a “meow” of surprise. She widened her eyes and looked at her.

Strange, what did the little girl say to make her so angry?

While she was thinking, she couldn’t break character. Lin Yanyu immediately protested, “How, how can you pinch this Young Master’s face?! If you ruin it, don’t you believe that this Young Master will—Muffled!”

After pinching the two cheeks of the cat in her arms, Qin Changxin ignored the wide, green, surprised eyes staring at her and gently pressed down on the cat’s ears.

Lin Yanyu: “…”

She felt a tightness on her scalp.

Would the female protagonist in the original text “violently pet a cat” like this? It seems never, right?

She was recalling the original text when she suddenly felt Qin Changxin’s movements soften. Both thumbs slowly scratched through the cat fur on her face, while her ring and little fingers occasionally brushed against her chin, petting her so comfortably that she couldn’t help but close her eyes. Yet, she didn’t forget to grumble, “Trying to please this Young Master with a massage is useless. I’m angry, and ten little beauties wouldn’t be able to soothe me…”

“If you don’t change your words and call me ‘Master’ again, I may not be able to protect you once we reach the Qin Family,” Qin Changxin interrupted coldly.

“Alright, Master,” Lin Yanyu mechanically accepted the command, then deliberately turned her face away and lightly spat a ‘pooh.’

The social animal nature can be exposed, but the persona cannot be broken.

Feng Xianchen sat across from them. Seeing the situation, she inexplicably felt like a fifth wheel, smacking her lips but unsure what to say. In the end, she lifted the carriage curtain and went out to give Ye Yaozhi directions.

At the end of Yingxiang Street lay the Qin family residence.

With Feng Xianchen, the living signboard, sitting at the front of the carriage, the demon hunters guarding the gate saluted and let them pass directly. The carriage drove into the Qin residence and, following the secluded path Qin Changxin indicated, quietly headed towards the Cloud-Piercing Tower where she lived.

When the carriage was less than a hundred meters away from the Cloud-Piercing Tower, Lin Yanyu suddenly heard the sound of a pipa coming from a building ahead, with a hint of murderous intent hidden within the music.

“Is that Yang Hengyu playing the pipa?” She tapped Qin Changxin with her paw.

Qin Changxin didn’t answer. Lin Yanyu looked up and saw her biting her lower lip, her willow brows tightly furrowed, and her hands clenched into fists.

“Sister Changxin…” Feng Xianchen leaned half her body into the carriage from outside, about to ask, but Qin Changxin stopped her with a raised hand.

“It is her,” Qin Changxin said in a low voice. “You and Miss Ye go back inside the carriage. Sister Hengyu always acts on her mood and might actively attack the carriage.”

“But, but we’re guests after all. She hates you more than us, so you’ll be the easier target!” Feng Xianchen was a little anxious. “How about we take a detour and avoid passing by her Hengyu Tower?”

Qin Changxin was about to nod, but she looked down at the cat in her arms, remembered the cat’s promise not long ago, and shook her head, stating firmly, “No detour.”

“Exactly, we can’t back down!” Lin Yanyu agreed. “Master, switch seats with Yaozhi and unlock some of my demon energy. This Young Master wants to personally deal with this vicious woman!”

She felt that a confrontation with the vicious sister, Yang Hengyu, was inevitable sooner or later. It might as well be now to test the depth of the opponent’s skill.

After the three people and one cat swapped seats, Lin Yanyu did not take human form, remaining in her cat state, nestled in Qin Changxin’s arms.

Feeling Qin Changxin trembling slightly, she took the initiative to nudge the hand resting on her back, softening her voice to comfort her, “Don’t be afraid, this Young Master is here!”

After comforting her, Lin Yanyu looked up towards where the pipa music was coming from.

She saw a woman in dark robes leaning against the window, holding a five stringed pipa in her arms, plucking the strings continuously. Her peach blossom eyes were captivating, and a string of cinnabar Buddhist prayer beads was wrapped around the fair wrist exposed from her left sleeve.

As if sensing Lin Yanyu’s gaze, the woman slowly turned her face. When their eyes met, she suddenly plucked a string sharply.

A gust of wind brushed past their faces, and several invisible wind blades accompanied that pluck, assaulting the person and the cat.

Before Qin Changxin could act, Lin Yanyu opened her mouth and spat out a burst of demonic fire. While the high temperature twisted the air, it also dissolved the wind blades.

The pipa music didn’t stop, and more wind blades condensed, crashing into the demonic fire like moths to a flame.

Lin Yanyu’s brief test allowed her to judge that Yang Hengyu’s ability to control the flowing wind with her pipa music was formidable, indeed inheriting the true essence of the Yang clan’s secret wind technique as described in the original text.

However, in terms of actual combat experience, ten Yang Hengyus couldn’t compare to her.

Therefore, after blocking two rounds of wind blades, Lin Yanyu raised her paw and quickly drew a simple spell to condense moisture from the air into several ice needles. The moment the demonic fire and the wind blades clashed again, she swung her paw and shot all the ice needles out.

They heard Yang Hengyu let out a scream, and then the pipa music stopped.

Lin Yanyu withdrew the demonic fire and looked again. The woman in dark robes who had been sitting leisurely by the window was gone.

The demonic fire made her throat itch. While coughing, she turned back and obediently settled down, looking up at Qin Changxin with anticipation, waiting for praise.