When a "Sea King" is Bound to a System [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 57.1

Jiāng Yān no longer had the heart to watch the subsequent developments. Mèi Lí’s character setting was clearly that of a psychotic yandere. She just didn’t know how he had become so twisted.

She had clearly only written “unrequited love” under his name, yet it had developed into this.

A world-weary sigh, accompanied by a cigarette, if possible.

Chī Jié’s reincarnated young master was named Chí Jiè. He was handsome and gentle, exuding an scholarly air.

Seeing Mèi Lí in the backyard, he smiled at him. “Ā Lí, why aren’t you resting so late?”

Mèi Lí walked closer, his voice vastly different from the gloomy and cold tone he used moments ago.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I came out for a walk. Why isn’t Young Master asleep either?”

Chí Jiè sat on a stone stool, resting his head on one hand, seemingly troubled.

“I couldn’t sleep either. I’m going to the Zhào family to propose marriage tomorrow, but I haven’t even met Miss Zhào.”

Mèi Lí clenched his bloody and mangled hands. He walked over and sat opposite Chí Jiè, his eyes hidden in the darkness of the night, obscured and unreadable.

“Young Master, if you don’t want to marry Miss Zhào, you can tell the Master frankly. He dotes on you so much, he definitely won’t force you.”

Chí Jiè shook his head and sighed. “Ā Lí, you think things are too simple. Our family and the Zhào family have countless ties. It’s not a matter of me simply refusing to marry. Moreover, this marriage was arranged since childhood, and everyone in Shèng Jīng knows about it. If I break the engagement rashly, it will damage Miss Zhào’s reputation.”

“Then will you only consider others and sacrifice your own happiness?” Mèi Lí’s voice lacked its former gentleness, sounding sinister and chilling, which startled Chí Jiè.

“Ā Lí, what’s wrong with you today? You’ve been acting strange since morning. You didn’t listen when my father asked you to do things, and now you’re saying things like this. Is something the matter?”

Mèi Lí clenched his fists even tighter, the veins bulging. The blood that had finally slowed down began to drip again like water.

Jiāng Yān watched and exclaimed, Good heavens, this child isn’t afraid of anemia.

Fú Níng was quite satisfied with the current state of her Junior Brother. She felt there was nothing more to see and pulled Jiāng Yān to land on the street.

“We haven’t been here before. Now that we have time, let’s wander around.”

Jiāng Yān glanced at the brightly lit and bustling street and agreed to her suggestion.

“You’re not going to worry about your Junior Brother anymore?”

Fú Níng wrapped her arms around Jiāng Yān’s waist, pecked her lips, and laughed. “As long as his reincarnation is successful and his soul is preserved, that’s enough. Let him handle the rest himself.”

The fate had already been written. Even if she wanted to interfere, she couldn’t. She wouldn’t dare challenge her wife.

Jiāng Yān chuckled, pinching her cheek. “You’re surprisingly open-minded.”

Fú Níng brought her other cheek closer, her eyes full of expectation.

Jiāng Yān didn’t understand what she meant and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Pinch this cheek too. You can’t show favoritism.”

Jiāng Yān: “…You’re so childish.” Then, as she expected, she pinched her other cheek. Only then was Fú Níng satisfied. She embraced her and walked toward the noisy, fireworks-lit area.

The two of them, dressed in one red and one black, were slender and very well-matched.

Inside the Chí family courtyard, Mèi Lí was suppressing his anger. Chí Jiè looked at him in confusion, his dark eyes sparkling as if filled with starlight.

Under such a gaze, it was hard for Mèi Lí to hold back. If the young master’s marriage was destined, then the one who would possess his first time had to be him.

He stood up and slowly walked toward Chí Jiè, pulling him into his arms and, ignoring the other’s struggle, captured his lips.

Chí Jiè was terrified. He didn’t understand why his childhood companion would do this to him. Weren’t they good brothers?

“Mèi Lí, let go of me!” He pushed Mèi Lí away with all his strength, hitting the wound on his hand, covering his own hand in blood.

“What’s going on? Are you hurt?”

Mèi Lí smiled, raising his hand in front of him. The blood flowed down his arm, looking horrifying.

“Young Master, this is blood shed for you. Shouldn’t you compensate me?”

Chí Jiè instinctively felt that the “compensation” he spoke of was something he couldn’t afford. He turned to leave.

“You should rest early. Have Doctor Zhāng treat your hand injury.”

Mèi Lí licked his lips, took a long stride to hook Chí Jiè back, and whispered in his ear, “Doctor Zhāng is already asleep at this hour. Why don’t the Young Master treat me personally?”

Chí Jiè refused adamantly, but his opposition was futile. The disparity in strength was too great. He couldn’t possibly fight against the robust groom.

Looking at the man with reddened eyes before him, Mèi Lí said with near-mad obsession, “You are mine. You can only be mine. No one can take you away from me!”

Chí Jiè closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face, biting his lower lip hard to prevent himself from making a sound.

The night was long, the candlelight flickered, and the person whose desire was satisfied tirelessly worked the ground.

Jiāng Yān pushed away the head on her chest, her voice hoarse. “Can you let me get a good night’s sleep?”

She was unrestrained on Mount Sumeru. She thought it would be better in the mortal world, but it turned out…

Don’t even mention it.

Fú Níng looked up, stroking her head to coax her. “Just once, and then I’ll hold you to sleep.”

Jiāng Yān was skeptical. “Really? I’m uneducated. Don’t lie to me.”

“Absolutely true. You have to believe me.”

“Fine, just once. Otherwise, I’ll twist your head off.”

Fú Níng captured her lips and murmured indistinctly, “Don’t say things that ruin the mood. The night is long. We should do something meaningful.”

As soon as Jiāng Yān heard this, she knew the wicked woman was definitely lying to her again. Once was impossible. Could she trust anything Fú Níng said in bed?

Trust you, you ghost. You scoundrel is truly evil!

Fú Níng certainly lived up to Jiāng Yān’s expectations, only calling off the “battle” when the sky began to turn pale with dawn, and then fell into a deep sleep, holding Jiāng Yān.

Jiāng Yān was so exhausted her eyes couldn’t open. She silently thought, I’ll twist her head off when I wake up. For now, sleep.

She woke up to darkness, unsure of the time. The spot beside her was empty, and she didn’t know where Fú Níng had gone.

Jiāng Yān snapped her fingers to light a lamp. She moved her legs, which were aching badly, and gave up the idea of getting up.

After fifteen minutes, the door opened from outside. Fú Níng came in carrying a tray. Jiāng Yān smelled the aroma of food and sat up with a carp flip.

Although her body was still uncomfortable, if there was good food, getting up was a trivial matter. This was the consciousness of a hungry person.

“How are you feeling? Do you want me to feed you?”

Fú Níng walked closer. Seeing the purplish marks and teeth marks on Jiāng Yān’s neck, a glint flashed in her eyes.

This person she had yearned for all these years was finally hers. Her body bore her marks, and her whole heart and soul were focused on her.

“Yān Yān, I love you so much. Will you stay by my side forever?”

She carefully pulled Jiāng Yān into her arms, resting her chin on her shoulder, feeling nervous.

She didn’t know why, but even after being married for so long, she still felt a sense of unreality. She always felt that Yān Yān might leave her at any moment. The more she thought this, the more she wanted to make up for it elsewhere. Every time, she had to have her until she was utterly exhausted before stopping.

She knew Yān Yān was very tired, but she couldn’t control herself.

Jiāng Yān had intended to scold her, but with that hug, all her anger vanished. She stroked Fú Níng’s back, her voice gentle. “Of course, I will always be with you. We are already married. Why are you still worrying about such things?”

Fú Níng buried her face in the crook of her neck and mumbled, “I can’t help it. I keep overthinking.”

Jiāng Yān smiled helplessly. “You are purely too idle. If you were busy, you wouldn’t think so much. If not, let’s have a child. When she grows up, I’ll pass the Divine Venerable position to her, and then take you traveling everywhere until we can no longer walk.”

Fú Níng looked up at her, utterly disbelieving. “You’re willing to give up your divine position?”

“Why not? I’ve been a Divine Venerable for so many years, I’m already tired of it. Now that I have you, I’d rather travel the vast mountains and rivers with you, stopping to live for a while in places we like, and then moving on when we get tired of it. As for the burden of Mount Sumeru’s Divine Venerable…” Jiāng Yān pondered, a cunning look in her eyes. “If having a child isn’t for the purpose of tricking them, then it’s meaningless.”

Fú Níng also laughed, playfully flicking Jiāng Yān’s nose. “You! If the child knew, she would definitely hate you.”

“Absolutely not. I’ll hide this thought carefully so she won’t know.”

As long as she is educated from childhood to know that her future responsibility is Mount Sumeru, that’s enough.

Fú Níng touched her own belly, her eyes gradually becoming determined. “When we return to Mount Sumeru, I will go find the Queen Mother of the West and ask her to bestow the ‘child-bearing potion’ on me.”

The thought of carrying Yān Yān’s child made her uncontrollably excited.

Jiāng Yān found her overly simple. Did she need to go to Yáng Huí for something like this? She could handle it herself.

“Close your eyes.”

Fú Níng obediently closed her eyes. Jiāng Yān pressed her forehead against hers and injected her own divine soul into her body.

“Alright, you can open your eyes now.”

“Was that just…?” Fú Níng was a little unsure.

“Didn’t you want a child? I was just sowing the seed for you.”

Fú Níng’s eyes widened, as if she had heard something unbelievable.

When a goddess wanted to conceive, they usually sought the child-bearing potion from the Queen Mother of the West. How could Yān Yān solve it herself?

Jiāng Yān saw her bewildered look and felt a small sense of pride.

How pitiful, someone who has never seen the world.

“Don’t worry about it. Although I sowed the seed, whether you successfully conceive still depends on you. If your constitution can’t conceive, there’s nothing to be done.”

“Don’t worry, I will definitely try my best!”

Jiāng Yān looked at her earnest expression and couldn’t help but laugh. She’s gotten so much simpler since we got married. What will happen if the child’s intelligence takes after Fú Níng?

She pouted, gesturing for Fú Níng to hand over her clothes. Fú Níng obediently handed the clothes to her, helped her put them on, and then carried her to sit at the table.

“Eat and then rest. Recharge your energy. In two days is Chí Jiè’s wedding day. We should join in the fun.”

Jiāng Yān did a quick calculation. The wedding day had arrived, so there weren’t many days left until Chí Jiè’s death.

But before that, Mèi Lí should be the first to break down. After all, he had to watch the person he loved marry someone else. This was no less painful than having his heart gouged out.

The two of them arrived at the Chí family again late at night. This time, the Chí family was unusually noisy, with several voices intertwined, seemingly arguing about something.

Jiāng Yān sat in a tree in the backyard and created a water mirror, “live-streaming” the situation in the front hall, making it convenient for gossip.

Fú Níng embraced her waist and watched with her.

Chí Jiè knelt on the ground, protecting the barely breathing Mèi Lí, a streak of blood at the corner of his eye.

“Father, stop hitting him. Let him go.”

“You wicked son, you’re still protecting him! He’s hurt you like this, and you’re still protecting him!”

Old Master Chí had a square face and looked somewhat fierce when he was serious. He held a whip in his hand, the veins bulging on the back of his hand.

Chí Jiè looked at Mèi Lí, who was sprawled on the ground covered in blood, and closed his eyes.

“Just drive him out. Don’t cause a death. I don’t want to see blood before the wedding.”

Mèi Lí grabbed the hem of his robe, his eyes bloodshot, filled with pleading.

Chí Jiè harshly shook off his hand and stood up. “Although he is a domestic servant, he is still a human life. I can’t bear to see my childhood companion die in front of me. Father, please be merciful.”

Old Master Chí glanced at the determined Mèi Lí, asking, “You plead for him only because of this?”

“Yes, only because he was my study companion. That is why I plead for him. Today, even if it were a cat or a dog, I would plead for it. It doesn’t matter who the person is; I just don’t want to see blood. Father, you know me. Since childhood, I couldn’t bear to step on an ant, let alone a living person.”

Old Master Chí pondered for a moment and said to the four tall servants beside him, “Break his legs and throw him out. If he ever dares to come back, beat him to death. A crude and low-born thing, daring to covet his own master. It is my benevolence as an old master that I spare his dog life. If you know what’s good for you, get lost and don’t let me see you again.”

Chí Jiè was the first to walk out, not even sparing Mèi Lí a glance. Old Master Chí kicked him once and also left. The servants dragged Mèi Lí out, holding the heavy clubs, ready to break his legs.

Jiāng Yān couldn’t bear to watch and cast a spell to stop them.

Although this was the script she had written, it was too abusive. How did it develop this way?

The servants thought they had carried out the master’s orders. They carried Mèi Lí out and dumped him in a quiet alley, leaving him to fend for himself.

Jiāng Yān was about to intervene again but was stopped by Fú Níng.

“Since you’ve written their ending, let nature take its course. If you save him now, it’s equivalent to rewriting his destiny, and a series of problems will follow.”

Jiāng Yān withdrew her hand, leaning against Fú Níng’s shoulder, feeling a bit dejected. “I didn’t expect it to turn out this way. I would have written it better if I had known.”

Mèi Lí, a Divine Monarch, was willing to be reborn as a mortal for Chí Jiè, yet he ended up so miserable. It was enough to make listeners sad and viewers weep.

Of course, she wouldn’t weep. Instead, she was excitedly waiting for the next development.

But first, Mèi Lí had to survive. If he just died, there would be no more gossip to enjoy.

“Do you think he can survive?”

Fú Níng glanced at Mèi Lí, whose breathing was weak, and shook her head. “It’s probably difficult. A mortal’s life is very fragile. With such severe injuries, he likely won’t last more than a few days.”

Jiāng Yān dismissed the water mirror and led Fú Níng into a restaurant. After watching the excitement for half the night, they were hungry.

The more she saw the misfortunes of others, the more Jiāng Yān was grateful that she had saved Fú Níng from the Queen Mother of the West back then. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have such a beautiful situation today.

“Fú Níng, what do you want to eat?”

Fú Níng leaned close, her voice ambiguous. “I want to eat you.”

Jiāng Yān lightly patted her, complaining softly, “Speak properly. What if someone hears us?”

Fú Níng only smiled, lightly sweeping her gaze over the waiter, whose expression was complicated. The waiter immediately turned around and handed them the menu.

“What would you two like to eat?”

Jiāng Yān was too lazy to choose, her voice lazy. “Bring us your restaurant’s signature dishes. Make it a little faster. We’re hungry.”