After the Soul Swap Between Love Rival AO - Chapter 35

The two tidied up the bed and freshened up quickly before the cameraman knocked on the door.

Cheng Luanxin tossed Song Qiuchi a gray-blue meditation robe, urging her to put it on before answering the door.

She smiled at the camera. “Good morning, everyone! Today is the second day of our hot spring getaway. Our plan for today is to experience the hotel’s healing activities. Feel free to relax along with us.”

Comments:

Good morning, Qiuchi! Are the healing activities about meditation?

Yeah, everyone’s dressed so plainly today—looks so intellectual.

First time seeing Luanxin with her hair down. Feels like a whole different person.

Today’s healing activity was called “Journey of the Soul,” offering experiences like scripture copying, tea tasting, and meditation in the hotel’s designated spaces.

Dressed in matching meditation robes, the two followed the healer’s guidance, removing their shoes before entering the scripture-copying room.

It was the off-season, so the room wasn’t crowded, and the other guests were understanding about the filming.

Among them, a pair of twin sisters couldn’t contain their excitement upon seeing Cheng Luanxin, their eyes sparkling like stars. Song Qiuchi guessed they must be fans.

The twins were dressed in a soft, fresh style, holding cameras to record their vlog—likely small-time influencers from some platform. After the healer introduced the activity, they shyly approached, greeting Cheng Luanxin in delicate voices.

Comments:

Oh wow, they actually ran into fans.

They’re twins! They must be Omegas, right? So sweet and soft.

But they only greeted Qiuchi.

Not surprising. Besides shippers like us, there are plenty of solo fans too.

Since the soul swap, aside from the nail technician they’d met earlier, this was Cheng Luanxin’s first encounter with Song Qiuchi’s fans. Faced with such sweet, gentle girls, she felt a little shy.

She introduced them somewhat awkwardly. “Hello! We’re filming Romance for You today. That’s my partner over there, Cheng Luanxin.”

The twins barely glanced at Song Qiuchi, offering only a cursory acknowledgment before crowding around Cheng Luanxin. “Qiuchi, can we copy scriptures with you?”

Comments:

That’s a bit much. They know they’re filming, right?

Doesn’t seem like real fans—just here to ride the hype.

Definitely. The taller one’s been filming the whole time.

My girl Luanxin is popular too! What’s their problem?

Cheng Luanxin felt somewhat conflicted. Logically, she should be participating in activities with Song Qiuchi—there was no reason for them to separate. Before she could figure out how to decline, Song Qiuchi had already spread out a felt mat behind her desk and prepared to copy scriptures.

Seeing this, the twin sisters promptly laid out their own felt mats on either side of Cheng Luanxin, grinding ink for her with an air of intimacy.

Cheng Luanxin couldn’t bring herself to say anything more. After all, they were Song Qiuchi’s fans—she couldn’t just break their hearts.

She turned to Song Qiuchi and asked, “Which scripture are you copying? I want to do the same one as you.”

Song Qiuchi glanced at her and raised the scripture book in her hand as a response.

Squinting to read the text, Cheng Luanxin said, “Then let’s write together and post it on Weibo later.”

Song Qiuchi didn’t reply, dipping her brush into the ink before beginning to trace the characters.

The elder twin sister smiled and said, “Then let’s start quickly too—we’ll copy the same one.”

The younger twin agreed cheerfully, “Sounds great! I’m so happy to be copying the same scripture as Qiuchi!”

The purpose of scripture copying was to calm the mind and feel the power of the written word. But the twins didn’t seem to grasp this, whispering and giggling the entire time. Though their voices weren’t loud, the disturbance was undeniable—even Cheng Luanxin found it irritating.

One by one, other visitors began leaving the scripture-copying room. Even the meditation therapist couldn’t ignore it and came over to remind the twins.

The twins verbally acknowledged the reminder, but as soon as the therapist turned away, they resumed their chatter.

“Wow, Qiuchi, your handwriting is so beautiful! Can you teach me how to write like that? I’m not even sure if I’m holding the brush right.”

“What character is this? The strokes are so complicated—Qiuchi, could you write it for me? I can’t see how it’s supposed to look.”

“Qiuchi, you must have been really good at literature in school, right?”

Though Cheng Luanxin was also growing impatient, as a professional idol, she maintained her composure and responded politely.

Finally finishing a page, Cheng Luanxin was about to show it to Song Qiuchi when the younger twin exclaimed, “Wow, Qiuchi, yours is amazing! Could you give this one to me? I’ll treasure it like a family heirloom!”

“I don’t really mind…” Cheng Luanxin instinctively turned to look at Song Qiuchi, only to find that she had already left at some point—her desk cleared completely.

It wasn’t just Song Qiuchi; most of the other visitors had also left.

“Then could you write one for me too?” The elder twin gazed at her with hopeful eyes.

Exhausted, Cheng Luanxin thought, Fine, I’ll do it—consider it fan service for Qiuchi.

Meanwhile, Song Qiuchi was in the adjacent meditation room, lying on a mat while listening to the therapist’s soothing guidance accompanied by the slow chime of a singing bowl.

She had practiced meditation with her family from a young age and was skilled at calming her emotions through controlled breathing.

But this time, she couldn’t relax.

Her mind was entirely occupied by one person—Cheng Luanxin.

More precisely, it was the foolishly pleased expression Cheng Luanxin wore whenever someone flattered her—like when Du Zhiruo showed her favor, or when the twins crowded around her.

She believes whatever anyone says—does she really have no judgment at all?

If she had always been this silly, it wouldn’t have been so bad. But the problem was, she was only ever so guarded against her, as if the meager intelligence she possessed was solely dedicated to bickering with her.

That was downright infuriating.

Take last night, for example. In such an urgent situation, she still had the nerve to argue over trivialities, acting so reluctant about giving a temporary mark.

And afterward, she didn’t even spare a thought for her physical condition—only caring about whether anyone would see the two rows of teeth marks on her neck.

Today was no different. Even though she knew they were recording a show, she left her behind, cozying up to those twins instead.

How could someone in this world be so utterly clueless?

The more Song Qiuchi thought about it, the more irritated she became, her expression darkening with impatience.

Live Comments:

“Why do I feel like this meditation session has made our Luanbao unhappy?”

“The singing bowl sounds great—I almost fell asleep through the screen. But why does Luanxin look like that? Hahaha.”

“I have a strong suspicion Luanbao is jealous.”

“+1, I also think it’s because Qiuchi kept copying scriptures with the twins, and Luanbao isn’t happy about it.”

Once the meditation session ended, the visitors began rising one after another. Song Qiuchi expressionlessly folded her mat, preparing to leave.

The therapist approached her and asked warmly, “How did you find the purifying effects of this meditation?”

Song Qiuchi didn’t answer. She knew the therapist’s technique wasn’t the issue—it was just that she herself was trapped in an emotional whirlpool she couldn’t escape.

The therapist noticed her preoccupation and said, “The sound of the singing bowl connects with your subconscious. It helps you uncover what matters most to you. Is this what’s troubling you?”

Song Qiuchi licked her lips. “It’s fine. Just a small matter. I just can’t figure out how to resolve it right now.”

The therapist smiled. “Then perhaps you could try observing it from a different angle, understanding it, and treating it with kindness?”

Song Qiuchi mused, “And then?”

“And then you might realize it’s not as bad as you imagined—it might even bring you a pleasant surprise.”

Live Comments:

“??? What are they talking about??? I didn’t understand a single word???”

“Are they speaking in riddles?”

“Why do I have to use my brain watching a dating show?”

Song Qiuchi didn’t believe Cheng Luanxin could bring her any pleasant surprises—it’d be a miracle if she didn’t give her a fright instead. Still, she politely thanked the therapist and left the meditation room.

She didn’t want to return to the scripture-copying room and watch Cheng Luanxin being all affectionate with the twins, so she turned and entered the tea house instead.

Unexpectedly, the moment she stepped inside, she saw Cheng Luanxin’s back. The twins were nowhere in sight—she was alone, leaning over the fish tank and idly playing with the little goldfish.

Song Qiuchi walked over slowly and asked in a low voice, “Where are those two?”

Cheng Luanxin jumped in fright. “You scared me! As a responsible idol, I dutifully encouraged them to go experience more diverse activities.”

“Then why are you still here?” Song Qiuchi asked.

Cheng Luanxin pouted. “I was waiting for you, of course! You left without even saying a word. I searched through several activity rooms but couldn’t find you.”

A faint warmth bloomed in Song Qiuchi’s chest. “I went for meditation,” she explained.

“I figured as much. That’s the only room they wouldn’t let us enter, saying it might ruin the experience for us,” Cheng Luanxin asked, “Is the experience really that good?”

Song Qiuchi thought to herself—not particularly, my mind was completely occupied by you.

She nodded: “It’s alright.”

Cheng Luanxin muttered, “By your standards, ‘alright’ means not very good. Then I won’t go…”

Song Qiuchi: “…”

Cheng Luanxin said confidently, “What? Am I wrong? See how well I understand you?”

Song Qiuchi was both annoyed and amused, “Since you’re so smart, why don’t you guess what I’m thinking right now?”