After Transmigrating, I Became The Heroine’s First Love! - Chapter 6

With the scheming woman gone, Pei Xiangwan’s good mood returned. After days of relentless persistence, she could finally walk her daughter to school and hold her soft, warm little hand.

Yesterday, even holding hands hadn’t warmed her daughter’s hand before she was abruptly shaken off. But today, when Pei Xiangwan reached out to take her hand in the car, Jiang Shiyuan didn’t pull away.

Waaah, why is my daughter so easy to coax? Why do these scumbags always bully her, this adorable little darling?

Jiang Shiyuan let Pei Xiangwan hold her hand, turning to rest her chin in her palm as she gazed out the window. She had endless patience and tolerance for Pei Xiangwan.

Before, she wouldn’t have dared to lose her temper with Pei Xiangwan. But now, when she got angry or fell silent, Pei Xiangwan would always try to coax her like a clueless fool. Though it had only been two weeks, it felt longer than ever before, and Jiang Shiyuan didn’t want to get caught up in it.

Tenderness was a fatal poison, and the lingering scent of gardenias in the air was a slow-acting toxin.

So, changing perfume can change a person.

“What are you doing?!”

Pei Xiangwan’s eyes sparkled like black jewels, the corners tinged with a rosy pink like fallen peach petals, tempting one to indulge in fantasies.

“Huh?” What did I do?

Jiang Shiyuan, slightly embarrassed and annoyed by her expression, said, “You’ve been squeezing my hand. Let go.” She tried to pull her hand away, but it wouldn’t budge.

Pei Xiangwan’s hand was slightly larger, enveloping Jiang Shiyuan’s small hand. It was a beautiful hand, with distinct knuckles and pink-tinged joints, the blue veins clearly visible. Jiang Shiyuan couldn’t help but feel her cheeks flush.

“I finally warmed your hand up, and we’re almost home. I’ll let go when we get out of the car, okay, Jiang Jiang?”

“One hand is warm, the other is cold. What’s the point of holding it? Besides, it’s not even cold right now.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Jiang Shiyuan regretted them. The shameless Pei Xiangwan would seize the opportunity to push further, growing bolder with each step.

And sure enough, Pei Xiangwan raised an eyebrow, gesturing with her head. “Then give me the other hand too. You don’t understand, Jiang Jiang, my little fairy. If I warm it up enough, your hands won’t be so cold in the future.”

Jiang Shiyuan couldn’t resist Pei Xiangwan’s sparkling eyes, brimming with such hopeful anticipation that her heart softened. In the end, she relented.

My girl is still such a tsundere, Pei Xiangwan thought, turning her head away like that is just too adorable.

Jiang Shiyuan maintained a strict diet for her dancing, rarely indulging in high-calorie foods. This discipline kept her weight below the average for women, allowing her to embody both cuteness and sensuality.

Her cream-colored sweater clung tightly to her skin, accentuating her hourglass figure. The delicate curve of her collarbones was a sight that made one’s bl00d boil.

Yet her cheeks remained adorably chubby. When she turned away in a huff, they puffed out like the plump dumplings she and the other members had made together on the winter solstice—round and tempting, making one’s fingers itch to poke and pinch them.

Would they feel as soft as dough?

Pei Xiangwan’s gaze burned so intensely that the heat seemed to sear Jiang Shiyuan’s ears. Outside the car window, rows of crimson morning glories flashed by, their color mirroring the blush on her cheeks.

“What… what are you looking at?” Jiang Shiyuan stammered.

Pei Xiangwan pulled Jiang Shiyuan closer. This time, her scent was even more intoxicating than usual, causing Jiang Shiyuan’s heart to pound wildly, as if it were about to burst from her chest.

Reason finally triumphed over the lewd thoughts swirling in Pei Xiangwan’s mind. She mentally cursed herself, How could a “mom fan” have such thoughts about her “daughter”?

She was guilty, punishing herself with an ice cream tonight—truly a cruel torture.

Pei Xiangwan noticed out of the corner of her eye that the partition had been raised at some point, cutting them off from the outside world.

“Let me poke your cheek,” Pei Xiangwan said shamelessly.

Jiang Shiyuan’s breath ghosted across her face, stirring her heart. Her strength gradually drained from her body. Jiang Shiyuan was like a helpless white fox, always on the verge of being served up as a delicacy. All she could do was wait for that day to come.

But she refused to accept her fate. Even if she were to be slaughtered, she would fight back.

Jiang Shiyuan suddenly lowered her head, puzzling Pei Xiangwan. The next moment, she finally understood, but it was too late.

“Ah—! Let go! Why are you biting me?” The scream sounded like a pig being slaughtered during the Lunar New Year, desperately letting out its final cries.

The pain in her neck felt as if a chunk of soft flesh had been torn away. Pei Xiangwan couldn’t think straight, her mind a blank.

She touched her neck, feeling a damp, uneven circle. The skin hadn’t broken, but a mark remained.

“Jiang Jiang, you mustn’t bite people.”

The person before her showed no anger or displeasure, just as Pei Xiangwan had always been when Jiang Shiyuan made mistakes as a child. Instead of scolding her, Pei Xiangwan would patiently explain her errors and help her correct them.

The white sea in Jiang Shiyuan’s eyes blurred into amber tears. Pei Xiangwan quickly asked, “Did you hurt your teeth? Let me see.”

How foolish, Jiang Shiyuan thought. Shouldn’t I be the one in pain?

The car stopped at their destination, the driver wisely remaining silent.

Pei Xiangwan unfastened the seatbelt, cupped Jiang Shiyuan’s tear-streaked face, and gently wiped away the tears and sniffles as if handling a priceless treasure.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do that again. Don’t cry, Jiang Jiang.” I’m such a bad mommy, she thought. I let her cuteness cloud my judgment and didn’t consider her feelings.

Jiang Shiyuan shook her head, her voice trembling as she stammered, “I… I… want… to… see…”

“Hmm?”

Jiang Shiyuan’s hand stroked Pei Xiangwan’s chin, her voice soft and coaxing, “I feel uncomfortable.”

Pei Xiangwan blinked her wide eyes, confused. “What… what feels uncomfortable?”

Jiang Shiyuan glanced down at the seatbelt, then looked up at Pei Xiangwan with her tear-glazed eyes, radiating irresistible tenderness.

Pei Xiangwan understood. She reached over to help Jiang Shiyuan unbuckle her seatbelt. What else could she do? She had to spoil her own daughter—who could resist her adorable, soft nature?

In Jiang Shiyuan’s eyes, madness bloomed, transforming into hardened vines covered in sharp thorns. Slowly, they wove a dark green cage. Those who entered would find their skin gradually fusing with the vines, becoming one with the prison—how exquisite.

Assuming Jiang Shiyuan was blaming herself, Pei Xiangwan pulled her into a hug. “It’s okay, it’s okay. It’ll disappear.”

Jiang Shiyuan buried her face in Pei Xiangwan’s neck, greedily inhaling her scent.

Hearing this, she chuckled softly, whispering, “How could it disappear?”

“What did Jiang Jiang say? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“Nothing.”

Jiang Shiyuan placed her hands on Pei Xiangwan’s shoulders and used them to push herself up. “Do you know what will happen if you stay by my side?”

Jiang Shiyuan’s dark, brooding gaze was filtered through Pei Xiangwan’s ten-level lens, transforming into wet, fox-like eyes that looked utterly pitiful.

Pei Xiangwan hugged Jiang Shiyuan, comforting her, “I know, I know.”

Jiang Shiyuan replied meaningfully, “I hope you really do.”

“Of course I do.” Who could understand Jiang Shiyuan’s sensitivity, her sadness, and what she truly wanted better than Pei Xiangwan herself?

As night deepened, the crescent moon lay half-reclined on the clouds, dozing. Jiang Shiyuan sat by the window, gently stroking the pure white butterfly embedded in the photo frame. Its beauty was eternal, forever poised to spread its wings and take flight.

Yet it remained confined.

Her notebook was densely filled with a single name, a desire Jiang Shiyuan had never felt before, unconsciously filling the entire page.

“What should I do? If things continue like this, I might not be able to wait any longer, Wanwan.”

The person she longed for was currently caught in a frenzy of self-improvement, her desk piled high with blueprints and books. Her phone lit up.

“Why do I keep getting spam calls?” Pei Xiangwan silenced the phone and returned to her work.