After Transmigrating, I Became The Heroine’s First Love! - Chapter 41

“Jiang Jiang, you’re going out again so late at night?”

At the sound of her voice, Jiang Shiyuan slowly lowered the car window, revealing a familiar figure gradually coming into view.

Pei Xiangwan stood a short distance away, gazing at her. Yet the faint fragrance that drifted through the air—Pei Xiangwan’s scent—made it feel as if she were already right beside her.

Jiang Shiyuan’s bl00d surged through her veins. There was no doubt: she was addicted. She was no longer the same; her longing for Pei Xiangwan had intensified beyond measure.

“Chen Zui needs to see me, so I’m going to meet him,” she said, her voice as soft and endearing as a little white rabbit emerging from its burrow.

She was lying. She wasn’t ready to let Pei Xiangwan know the truth yet.

The darkness concealed Jiang Shiyuan’s expression from Pei Xiangwan.

“I see. Then come back early,” Pei Xiangwan replied, her gaze fixed on Chen Zui. She had noticed he and Ning Xuemo never interacted—a strange anomaly that made her uneasy. If that’s the case…

She couldn’t let her guard down.

Jiang Shiyuan hummed in acknowledgment before adding, “Wanwan, could you come over here for a moment?”

In the twilight, thoughts shift and change. Under the warm, yellow glow of the streetlights, two butterflies danced, the trees their orchestra.

Pei Xiangwan wore a loose-fitting gray hoodie that seemed a size too big, hanging loosely like a Maltese dog trying on ill-fitting clothes—endearingly awkward, yet somehow perfectly suited to her.

“Okay,” she replied.

Pei Xiangwan quickly reached the car, set down her camera, and leaned in to ask, “What’s wrong, Jiang Jiang?”

In the dimly lit space, Pei Xiangwan was struck by how truly bright Jiang Shiyuan’s eyes were.

“Nothing… I just wanted you… to come over,” Jiang Shiyuan said, her fingers tracing the curve of Pei Xiangwan’s collarbone, gliding like a brush sketching its delicate details and texture.

“Ah! So cold! Jiang Jiang, your hands are like ice!” Pei Xiangwan shivered from the chill.

She grasped Jiang Shiyuan’s hand, exhaling warm breath onto its icy surface before holding it tightly, hoping to warm it.

Suddenly, Jiang Shiyuan laughed, her laughter like the tinkling of silver bells—clear and melodious, yet also like a tiny brush sweeping across Pei Xiangwan’s heart, leaving it ticklish and restless.

Pei Xiangwan’s ears burned. She was grateful it was night, so her flustered state wouldn’t be noticed.

“Y-you… you should hurry back,” she stammered.

Foxes naturally hunt at night, and Jiang Shiyuan was no exception, especially now that her long-awaited prey was right before her. Her eyes burned with possessiveness and greed.

“I know, I’m really leaving now, Wanwan,” she said, her voice pitiful, as if begging for Pei Xiangwan’s affection or expressing her reluctance to leave.

Pei Xiangwan squeezed Jiang Shiyuan’s soft paw. “Go on, go on.”

The car vanished into the distance, speeding toward the boundless horizon.

Pei Xiangwan tossed her phone aside. She’d been increasingly annoyed by it lately, all thanks to Ji Tiantian. No matter how many times she rejected Ji Tiantian’s invitations, the girl refused to give up, clinging stubbornly. Pei Xiangwan had considered blocking her, but Ji Tiantian was more annoying than malicious.

“Sis, you promised to spend time with me! Why are you always on your phone?”

Before the words had fully left her lips, Ji Tiantian’s phone was snatched away. This act infuriated her, but the curse she was about to unleash dissolved into the smooth, delicious cheese in her mouth.

Ji Tiantian was never the gentle, kind person others perceived her to be. Instead, she was a terrifying beast lurking in the shadows, tearing at the food before her with reckless abandon, determined to devour it whole.

A fierce wind howled like a horn, its mournful wail echoing through the unique space. The pale moon cast its ethereal glow upon the river’s surface, illuminating two massive boulders that endured the relentless pounding of the water.

As if by magic, the moonlight transformed the stones into fluffy, golden pineapple buns, their irresistible aroma filling the air.

Driven by overwhelming hunger, Ji Tiantian couldn’t resist. She bit into the poor bun, its delicate shape instantly distorted.

The wind’s mischief stirred the tranquil lake into shimmering ripples. Sometimes it was silent, other times it erupted in playful laughter, yet despite the presence of two people, only Ji Tiantian’s laughter echoed through the air.

The horn continued to wail, its mournful cries pleading for release. Soaked through, it could no longer produce its bright, resonant tones.

Ji Tiantian dismissed Ding Li’s efforts as half-hearted and superficial.

With effortless ease, Ji Tiantian moved the candle, selfishly wanting it to fulfill its maximum potential.

Ji Tiantian lit up the dark living room and kitchen. The brightly lit bathroom didn’t need candlelight, but she brought a candle there anyway. Hot wax dripped onto her hand, but she didn’t flinch, letting the burning wax scald her skin.

Ding Li could do nothing but weep, tears streaming down her face. She looked utterly pitiful, her cheeks flushed crimson like ripe tomatoes. She could only hear Ji Tiantian’s words echoing in her mind:

“You started this. I’ll decide how it ends.”

Ding Li had grown accustomed to Ji Tiantian’s brutality. Her life had become inseparable from this person. She wouldn’t allow anyone to take her place in Ji Tiantian’s heart.

Feeling thirsty, Ji Tiantian opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of pink-hued juice. She inserted a straw and sipped the sweet liquid like a bee gathering nectar.

She had a habit of chewing on straws, but it didn’t bother Ding Li.

Though Ding Li was merely a toy, Ji Tiantian still felt compelled to care for her, at least until she obtained Pei Xiangwan.

After returning from abroad, Ji Tiantian noticed Pei Xiangwan had changed. She had matured, especially those cold, indifferent eyes behind her glasses—they were utterly captivating.

It was the first time Ji Tiantian truly recognized Pei Xiangwan’s beauty.

Pei Xiangwan’s aloofness only fueled Ji Tiantian’s desire to conquer her.

She thought Ding Li might be thirsty too and was willing to share her juice, but the white rabbit doll turned its head away, its expression almost embarrassed.

Refusing to take no for an answer, she leaned in and kissed Ding Li.

“Sister, love me, okay? Just me is enough. I’m a good girl.”

A lone black ant, dodging a stick blocking its way home, found the stick following it no matter how it dodged. Exhausted and furious, its reactions grew sluggish.

“Jiang Jiang!”

“Jiang Jiang!”

Pei Xiangwan threw down the stick and jumped up, nearly crushing the tiny, pitiful ant. She clapped her hands and ran to the car.

When Jiang Shiyuan first heard Pei Xiangwan’s voice, she thought she was hallucinating. It wasn’t until the second call that she rolled down the window and saw Pei Xiangwan skipping toward her like a dog overjoyed to see its owner return home.

Jiang Shiyuan opened the car door and stepped out. “Wanwan, what are you doing here so late?”