After Transmigrating, I Became The Heroine’s First Love! - Chapter 34

“Xiao Jiang, have you been waiting long? I’m so sorry, something came up. We were just about to—” Lin Su’s words trailed off as her crescent-moon eyes instantly lost their luster.

The moonlight tore away her false mask.

The moment Lin Su saw Pei Xiangwan, her smile nearly faltered. Her lips twitched slightly, as if seized by a sudden cramp.

“Xiang Wan’s here too? Is there something you need?”

Before Pei Xiangwan could answer, Lin Su quickly added, “If it’s important, you might have to wait. Xiao Jiang and I have something urgent to take care of.”

Jiang Shiyuan’s beautiful eyes always shone brightly at night, as if they contained countless stars.

“No, Sister Lin, Wanwan wants to help us find the stray cats. More hands make lighter work, right? You know we haven’t made any progress these past few days.”

Pei Xiangwan chimed in, “Exactly! It’ll be easier with more people, won’t it?” Sister, my ass! I’d rather die than call this cockroach “sister.” She’s up to no good.

Lin Su desperately wanted to keep her alone time with Jiang Shiyuan, especially with Pei Xiangwan around. Pei Xiangwan held a special place in Jiang Shiyuan’s heart.

Lin Su had finally managed to get a little closer to Jiang Shiyuan, and this moment was crucial. But the cat…

“You’re right,” Lin Su said. “Having another person would indeed be better. Whatever Xiao Jiang says goes. I’ll completely respect and understand everything you do.”

Pei Xiangwan felt immensely relieved, grateful she hadn’t eaten too much tonight, or she might have thrown up.

Jiang Shiyuan simply smiled, not responding to Lin Su’s words. But to Pei Xiangwan, this was clearly shyness!

No, no, no! My precious Little Fox, my fragrant Little Fox—how could this dried-up cockroach ever be worthy of her? She belongs in the trash!

Pei Xiangwan casually stepped forward, inserting herself between the two women and shattering the intimate atmosphere.

“Xiang Wan, what are you doing…?” Lin Su’s displeasure grew, especially when she saw Jiang Shiyuan’s attention completely drawn to Pei Xiangwan.

Ignoring Lin Su, Pei Xiangwan leaned close to Jiang Shiyuan’s ear and whispered something, as if the world around them had vanished, leaving only the two of them.

Under the soft, warm glow of the streetlights, the scene resembled slowly rising stars illuminating the tranquil night sky.

The street was nearly deserted, save for a small squirrel that suddenly darted out from the woods. As if sensing the imminent arrival of winter, it had donned a silvery-white coat, its tiny paws bouncing like coiled springs. Its tail resembled a feathery duster, and with its diminutive size and timid nature, it quickly retreated into the woods upon spotting a human.

Lin Su felt utterly invisible. She could only slink to the other side of the street, at least closer to Jiang Shiyuan. The intermittent fragrance that drifted from her, like a pair of hands, gripped Lin Su tightly.

But her fleeting joy was short-lived. A meddlesome pig’s paw blocked her from getting closer to Jiang Shiyuan, from realizing her desire to feel their skin touch.

I shouldn’t have let this happen, Lin Su thought, her fingers itching to strangle Pei Xiangwan right then and there. That meddling b1tch.

Jiang Shiyuan’s attention was completely absorbed by Pei Xiangwan, as if she were encased in soundproof glass, oblivious to the world around her.

She could only hear her own heartbeat, pounding like a frightened rabbit’s, mirroring the turmoil and anticipation in her chest.

The moonlight bathed Pei Xiangwan in a radiant glow, accentuating her striking features. Her fair complexion and defined jawline formed a flawless silhouette, while her white tracksuit made her resemble the dawn of early winter—fresh and captivating.

Yet her expression was like that of a snow leopard whose territory had been invaded by crows, her eyes sharp with vigilance, as if she were determined to defend her small patch of personal space.

Jiang Shiyuan desperately wanted to touch her. The thought had barely formed when Pei Xiangwan suddenly reached out and cupped her face, startling her.

Shiyuan lowered her head, her puppy-like eyes filled with confusion. She remained silent, allowing Jiang Shiyuan to continue touching her until the latter eventually stopped.

Lin Su gritted her teeth, her heart seething with resentment.

Jiang Shiyuan’s face was like a late-blooming cherry blossom—delicate, tender, and fatally alluring. Lin Su had fantasized about the day when she would finally possess Shiyuan completely, envisioning it as an endless feast. But now, she could only watch helplessly as Pei Xiangwan monopolized all of Jiang Shiyuan’s attention.

“I’ve seen stray kittens around here before,” Lin Su said, hoping to draw Jiang Shiyuan’s attention. “I wonder if they’re still around.”

She glanced around, slowly moving forward, gradually merging into the deepening darkness.

It was pitch-black here, with no streetlights. They had to use their phone flashlights to illuminate the path ahead.

Lin Su, who always favored darkness, was dressed entirely in black as usual. She seemed like a regular visitor to this pitch-black grove, or perhaps even its queen.

She walked with practiced ease, and before long, they indeed heard the faint cries of a kitten.

The sound was utterly wretched, its piercing cries cutting through the night. The kitten’s helplessness tugged at their hearts as its voice gradually weakened and grew hoarse, as if it had resigned itself to its fate.

The flashlight beams swept back and forth like frantic beacons, their beams darting anxiously across the ground.

“The sound seems to be coming from right here,” Lin Su said. “Let’s search more carefully. Its voice is so weak.”

Jiang Shiyuan nodded, raising her phone flashlight. The anger hidden in her fox-like eyes threatened to erupt.

Pei Xiangwan, meanwhile, grew increasingly tense. The kitten’s faint whimpers stirred a deep anxiety within her. Her footsteps were feather-light, as if afraid any noise might disturb the helpless creature.

She strained her ears, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. She had a persistent feeling it was coming from beneath her feet, and her flashlight beam landed on the manhole cover she was standing on.

If Pei Xiangwan took just one more step forward, she would have stepped on the grayish-white paw reaching out from the crack. The paw was clinging desperately with its sharp claws, as if grasping at hope itself.

The Little White Cat knew that if it could just hold on a little longer, someone would come to rescue it. It didn’t want to fall; the black water below reeked of foul odors and would soak its snow-white fur, making it filthy, utterly filthy.

The Little White Cat, usually so meticulous about its cleanliness, couldn’t care less about its fur now. It just wanted to live. It opened its tiny mouth and cried out desperately to Pei Xiangwan, its eyes glistening with tears as it begged this being, tens of thousands of times larger than itself, to save it.

A fierce protective instinct surged through Pei Xiangwan. She threw caution to the wind, dropping to her knees without hesitation, ignoring the pain shooting through her knees as dust, mud, and gravel clung to her pristine white pants.

“Here!” Pei Xiangwan shouted.

The night was as dark as ink, the shadows of the surrounding trees swaying in the breeze, moonlight filtering through the leaves in dappled patterns.

The two women rushed over, their hearts pounding. The scene before them filled them with mixed emotions. Pei Xiangwan knelt on the ground, her expression focused intently, the faint, urgent cries of the kitten tightening her chest.

Lin Su stood nearby, her brow furrowed slightly, a hint of disgust flickering in her eyes as she gazed at the cat. How foul it must smell, she thought. Better leave it be.

Pei Xiangwan tugged forcefully at the sewer grate, a surge of joy coursing through her. The grate wasn’t welded shut—it could be opened!

“This one can be opened! Rescuing it will be much easier,” she said, unzipping her jacket. The pristine white fabric immediately picked up several black smudges, the contrast between her dirty fingers and the snow-white material stark.

“Hold Jiang Jiang for me,” she said, looking up at Jiang Shiyuan, who stood beside her.

Jiang Shiyuan obediently took the jacket. “You’re going to…”