After Transmigrating, I Became The Heroine’s First Love! - Chapter 4

Pei Xiangwan stood up from the table, the chair creaking loudly as she moved.

“What are you talking about? What ‘kicked out’?”

Qiao Yanxin pulled out her phone, opened the school forum, and tapped on the most popular thread. She played the video and held it up for Pei Xiangwan to see.

Pei Xiangwan watched the video on the phone and realized it was a recording of the scene that had just unfolded. How did they film this so quickly…? She grabbed the phone and scrolled through the headlines, each one more shocking than the last:

Breaking! School Beauty Jiang Turns the Tables—Pei Xiangwan’s Pursuit Rejected!

Pei Xiangwan Crowned New Queen of Simps

Pei Xiangwan’s Unrequited Love Ends in Tears

Pei Xiangwan’s Long Road to Winning Her Back—Destined to Remain Single

Pei Xiangwan Clings to Jiang Shiyuan’s Leg, Begging Her Not to Leave

She scrolled through the comments below: “These comments are brutal! ‘Simp’s Inferno,’ ‘Ten Years of Chasing in Vain,’ ‘Forever Alone’—what a mess!”

Pei Xiangwan tossed the phone back to Qiao Yanxin, who quickly caught it and sighed in relief.

“Phew~ Don’t take your anger out on my phone. Besides, what they’re saying isn’t wrong. The way you treated Jiang Shiyuan before… tsk tsk tsk.” Qiao Yanxin shook her head, leaving the rest unsaid.

Pei Xiangwan waited a moment, but when Qiao Yanxin showed no sign of continuing, she couldn’t resist urging her on. “Don’t leave me hanging! You know, if you don’t finish what you started, your mouth will rot off.”

Qiao Yanxin glared at her, speechless. “You said so many hurtful things back then. Jiang Shiyuan cried endlessly. I still don’t understand why she kept trying despite everything. And you—you went completely crazy starting in your sophomore year, always losing your temper.”

She handed the phone back to Pei Xiangwan. “Look, someone even took a picture of her crying. It’s still here. I have no idea what happened between you two. You never tell me anything.”

Pei Xiangwan stared at the photo. Jiang Shiyuan’s tears streamed down her face like rain, each drop reflecting her boundless sorrow, like pear blossoms wilting in the spring rain.

She couldn’t imagine the despair Jiang Shiyuan must have felt when she jumped from the rooftop.

Pei Xiangwan frowned, feeling someone’s gaze fixed on her. She looked in that direction and saw a person glaring at her fiercely, the pen in their hand trembling from the force of their grip.

“What are you staring at? I wasn’t finished,” Qiao Yanxin said, following her gaze. “Why is Ning Xuemo giving you such a punchable look?”

Ning Xuemo—that dead b1tch’s name—she would never forget it.

Pei Xiangwan glared at her defiantly. “She really does look like she deserves a beating.”

Dead b1tch, you’re screwed now that you’ve crossed me. Get ready to collect your bad karma.

Their gazes clashed. Pei Xiangwan was deeply displeased by the intense anger in Ning Xuemo’s eyes.

Clenching her fists, Pei Xiangwan made a threatening gesture. “What are you staring at? Keep glaring and I’ll gouge your eyes out.”

Ning Xuemo withdrew her gaze, her hand crumpling the book on the table. The book was now a crumpled mess, her eyes bloodshot with barely suppressed fury.

Yesterday, she had discovered she had returned to her university days, meaning she could see Jiang Shiyuan alive again. She had sworn to treat her well this time, to never ignore her again.

But last night, while browsing the forum, she had seen Jiang Shiyuan hugging someone else, crying for someone else.

Her mind kept repeating: Impossible! Impossible! Jiang Shiyuan can only cry for me, she can only belong to Ning Xuemo.

The future belongs to her, and the present should be hers too.

Ning Xuemo’s grip tightened, crumpling the book further. The person beside her patted her arm in concern. “Are you okay, Ning Xuemo?”

Ning Xuemo glared at him with bloodshot eyes, but quickly composed herself, forcing a fake smile. “I’m fine.”

“Let me tell you—” Before she could finish, Pei Xiangwan pushed Qiao Yanxin’s face away. “Quiet, the teacher’s here. Pay attention in class.”

Qiao Yanxin’s eyes widened instantly, her pupils overflowing with speechless astonishment.

“Didn’t you hate design? Didn’t you resent your parents for deciding everything for you? Why are you suddenly so eager to study?”

Pei Xiangwan leaned in close and whispered, “I suddenly like it.”

The novel gives the villainess such a huge halo, even calling her a design genius. But all that will belong to me now. Watch me grind her into the dust!

In this unfamiliar field, with limited time, she had to work harder and spend more time than everyone else. Only by becoming stronger in this novel world could she protect her daughter.

After class, Pei Xiangwan rubbed her temples, packed her bag, and slung it over her shoulder. Qiao Yanxin grabbed her backpack. “Hey! Where are you going, Pei Xiangwan? Aren’t we going to karaoke today?”

Pei Xiangwan shook off Qiao Yanxin’s hand. “I’m not going. I have things to do.”

Qiao Yanxin pouted. “Boring.”

Walking down this road felt like entering a tunnel, a deep green tunnel that sang “Sha-sha-” whenever the wind blew. The branches danced to its tune, and as the song ended, green leaves fluttered down like gifts for those who listened.

Sunlight dappled the road, leaving shimmering star-like patterns. Beneath the shade of the trees, a girl stood bathed in shifting light and shadow.

The stretch of road wasn’t long, nor was it short, yet Pei Xiangwan felt as if Jiang Shiyuan were standing right before her.

When Jiang Shiyuan stood up, her dress bloomed like a splash of water. Her long black hair was neatly coiled into a bun, revealing the nape of her neck. She gazed intently at the green leaf in her hand, her sweet smile as refreshing as a spring breeze.

The scene was so beautiful that Pei Xiangwan wished Jiang Shiyuan could always remain carefree, untouched by harm.

“What are you looking at, little fairy?” Pei Xiangwan asked with a smile, approaching her.

Jiang Shiyuan looked up at the sound of her voice. “Nothing much. Don’t stare at me like that—it makes my smile look weird. And I’m not a fairy.”

Pei Xiangwan reached out and patted Jiang Shiyuan’s head. “You are a fairy.”

“Good girl. Wait for me to get home, okay? Let’s go.” She gently put her arm around Jiang Shiyuan’s shoulder.

The subtle touch instantly tensed Jiang Shiyuan’s body, her hands involuntarily clenching the hem of her skirt.

The air around them carried a faint fragrance of gardenias, and her voice came out slightly muffled.

“Take… your hand off.”

“What did you say?” Pei Xiangwan didn’t hear clearly and leaned closer to Jiang Shiyuan.

“Say it again, speak into my ear. I didn’t catch that.” Her cheek almost brushed Jiang Shiyuan’s lips, and in that instant, Jiang Shiyuan’s face flushed crimson, as if painted by the dawn’s rosy hues.

Her heart pounded faster, warning her she couldn’t let this continue. Jiang Shiyuan pushed Pei Xiangwan away.

“Ouch, ouch, easy there! I slept wrong this morning and my neck hurts,” Pei Xiangwan said, rubbing her stiff neck.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

Jiang Shiyuan’s gaze held an abyss of self-reproach. She hesitated, reaching out a hand, but just as her fingers were about to touch, her hand froze mid-air.

Seeing this, Pei Xiangwan grasped Jiang Shiyuan’s wrist. “Right here.”

The moment their fingers brushed against the porcelain-smooth nape of Jiang Shiyuan’s neck, a tremor ran through her. Shame washed over her like a tidal wave. She hastily withdrew her hand, biting her lip, and hurried forward.

“Wait for me! Don’t walk so fast!” Pei Xiangwan caught up, and the two walked side by side.

Ning Xuemo glared furiously at their retreating figures, her hand clenching the bag of cookies—Jiang Shiyuan’s favorite.

Driven by her turbulent emotions, her fingers tightened, causing the packaging to crackle loudly, as if venting her frustration.

The faint crunch of the cookies being crushed echoed her inner rage, silently shattering within her.