After Transmigrating into a Book as a Cannon Fodder Character, The System Turned out to be Completely Unreliable! - Chapter 68

Chapter 68: “This King Loves Ye Lingxi—Only Ye Lingxi.”

 

“Fine, fine! But she saved our lives!”

 

“Mushu!” Fuguang called out to her, “This kind of thing is out of our hands. Whether she’s still alive or not—it’s all fate.”

 

Lan Mushu slapped Fu Guang’s arm away. “If none of you are going, then I’ll go!” She stormed off, leaving everyone calling after her in vain.

 

…

 

When Ji Fuyu returned, she saw Ye Lingxi crouched with her legs crossed, quietly fiddling with something.

 

“What are you doing?” Ji Fuyu asked from behind her.

 

Ye Lingxi turned her head, lighting up with joy when she saw her. “You’re here! Do you want to eat something?”

 

“Eat what?” Ji Fuyu looked around but didn’t see the spirit cat. “Where’s that sword spirit?”

 

Ye Lingxi kept eating and didn’t respond right away.

 

“You… don’t tell me you ate it?”

 

Ye Lingxi gave a silly grin and didn’t say a word.

 

Ji Fuyu frowned. Did she really eat that spirit cat? That can’t be. How could a sword spirit be eaten?

 

“Stop eating!” Ji Fuyu knocked the roasted meat out of Ye Lingxi’s hand, sending it to the ground. “I asked you a question!”

 

Ye Lingxi reached for the meat, but Ji Fuyu grabbed her collar. “Did you eat it?”

 

“Uwah!” Ye Lingxi burst into tears. “You only care about it. You don’t love me!”

 

Ji Fuyu had no idea how to deal with her and finally let go. She picked up the meat she’d knocked to the ground and sniffed it—turned out it was rabbit, not cat meat.

 

Relieved, she asked again, “Where’s the sword spirit?”

 

Ye Lingxi glanced at her panicked expression but still didn’t answer.

 

Ji Fuyu nearly lost her patience. She forced herself to speak more calmly, “This King is asking you—where is the sword spirit?”

 

Finally, Ye Lingxi pointed to the bed.

 

Ji Fuyu strode over and lifted the quilt, finding the spirit cat tightly bound. She immediately relaxed.

 

Ye Lingxi, still sitting on the floor, started wailing. “You love it more than me!”

 

Ji Fuyu, now calm again, walked over and tried to comfort her, but Ye Lingxi turned her back to her.

 

Clearly, she wasn’t going to stop unless Ji Fuyu apologized.

 

“It was this King’s fault earlier. I’m sorry, alright?” Ji Fuyu softened her voice.

 

Ye Lingxi kept crying, rubbing her eyes, ignoring her.

 

Ji Fuyu sighed. “How about I take you rabbit hunting again in a few days?”

 

That finally got a response—Ye Lingxi stopped crying and looked up with tearful eyes. “Really?”

 

“Really.” Ji Fuyu quickly agreed, encouraged by her improved mood.

 

Ye Lingxi stuck out her pinky. “Then pinky promise me, and I’ll believe you.”

 

Ji Fuyu was baffled. “???? What’s a pinky promise?”

 

“It means a deal.”

 

Ji Fuyu stared at her outstretched finger. Ye Lingxi insisted, “You’re lying to me.”

 

“I’m not.” Ji Fuyu hooked her pinky with Ye Lingxi’s. “This King hates liars the most.”

 

Ye Lingxi’s hand trembled slightly as she looked into her eyes—dark, deep, and all-consuming.

 

“Pinky promise, hang yourself, and don’t break it for a hundred years. Whoever lies is a little dog.” She swayed their linked fingers and reached out her thumb for a stamp.

 

Ji Fuyu asked, “What does that mean?”

 

“It means agreement.”

 

“And the chant just now?”

 

“It means if you lie, you turn into what you said,” Ye Lingxi turned her head away, muttering to herself, Just something to fool kids.

 

Ji Fuyu bit her lip. “Fine, no lying. If I lie, I’ll become your little dog.”

 

Ye Lingxi: “…”

 

She actually agreed? Her heart nearly leapt with joy.

 

“Then it’s settled.” Ye Lingxi leaned close. “You’re not allowed to lie to me.”

 

Ji Fuyu nodded. “I won’t.”

 

Ye Lingxi couldn’t hide her grin. Just as she was about to make her move, Ji Fuyu stopped her.

 

Ye Lingxi froze. Did she find out? I was too happy too soon… She turned slowly. “Is there something else, husband?”

 

Ji Fuyu walked over slowly, pulled her aside. “You’re walking the wrong way. This is the resting area.”

 

“Ohh, I see now. Thank you for the reminder, husband.”

 

“By the way.”

 

Ye Lingxi’s smile stiffened. “Yes, husband?”

 

“Why did you tie it up? Weren’t you going to eat it?”

 

Ye Lingxi: “…”

 

So you actually remembered. Well then, don’t blame me for going full drama mode.

 

She began to sob. “It’s because of you.”

 

“Me?”

 

“Yes! I tried burning it, didn’t work. Tried roasting it, still didn’t work. Then I got hungry. And when I thought about how you seem to like it more than me…” She acted pitiful beyond words.

 

“So you tied it up?”

 

Her tear-filled eyes made Ji Fuyu’s heart ache.

 

“You say you don’t like it, but the moment I tied it up you wouldn’t stop asking about it.” Her voice was weak and hoarse.

 

Ji Fuyu panicked. “Don’t cry. I was wrong, alright?”

 

Ye Lingxi was about to throw another tantrum when Ji Fuyu quickly scooped her up, preventing her from rolling around.

 

“Why does everyone hate me so much?” Ye Lingxi moaned while sneaking glances to see Ji Fuyu’s reaction.

 

Ji Fuyu’s expression turned grave—completely at a loss.

 

Ye Lingxi smirked internally. Perfect. Just what I wanted.

 

“Do you even love me?” she asked dramatically, tugging at her.

 

Ye Lingxi nearly pulled off all the ornaments on Ji Fuyu’s outfit. Ji Fuyu crouched to avoid hurting her face with the decorations, but suddenly Ye Lingxi straightened up, grabbed her face with both hands, and stared intently.

 

“Say it—do you love me?”

 

Ji Fuyu’s face was so squished that she didn’t even look like herself anymore. She coughed and said, “I like you.”

 

“You said ‘like,’ not ‘love’!” Ye Lingxi wailed again.

 

Ji Fuyu: “…”

 

“Love, love, love.”

 

“So half-hearted!”

 

Ji Fuyu: “…”

 

“What do you want me to do?!”

 

“Say, ‘I love Ye Lingxi.’” Ye Lingxi demanded smugly.

 

Ji Fuyu sighed. “This King loves Ye Lingxi.”

 

“Only Ye Lingxi!” she insisted, still holding her face.

 

Ji Fuyu: “This King only loves Ye Lingxi.”

 

“Now say it together.”

 

Ji Fuyu: “…”

 

“Hurry up!” Ye Lingxi kneaded her cheeks like dough.

 

Expressionless, Ji Fuyu finally said, “This King loves Ye Lingxi—only Ye Lingxi.”

 

Ye Lingxi beamed. “That’s better!” She swung their hands back and forth. “Husband, you must remember—you love Ye Lingxi.”

 

Ji Fuyu hummed in agreement.

 

Ye Lingxi dragged her toward the bed. “I already made the bed. Come sleep.”

 

Ji Fuyu was about to leave when Ye Lingxi grabbed her. “Are you leaving me? Didn’t you just say you only love me?”

 

“I…”

 

Ye Lingxi put a finger to her lips. “Shh. I don’t want to hear it. I just want you to sleep. Last night you didn’t sleep with me at all—you stayed up all night.”

 

She kicked at the “system” she had tied in a complicated mess.

 

“Go away. I don’t want to see you.” With one kick, she sent the system cat flying.

 

“Much better.” She wrapped her arms around Ji Fuyu’s neck. “Just the two of us. No intruders allowed.”

 

Ji Fuyu: “…”

 

Bent over by her grip, Ji Fuyu said, “Alright.”

 

Ye Lingxi giggled. “I knew you’d say yes.”

 

Ji Fuyu grabbed her arm. “You know this won’t be a comfortable sleeping position, right?”

 

Ye Lingxi looked at how she was gently removing her hand, puzzled. She actually didn’t plan anything this time?

 

“Oh, okay.” She quickly released her. Good, maybe I won’t get back pain this time.

 

Ji Fuyu frowned slightly.

 

Ye Lingxi dove into the blanket. “I’ll warm the bed for you.”

 

Ji Fuyu: “…”

 

She got in too, but wrapped her arm around Ye Lingxi’s waist and whispered in her ear, “Have you forgotten? This King naturally radiates heat.”

 

Ye Lingxi: “…”

 

She bit her lip and turned to burrow into Ji Fuyu’s chest. “But I just want to warm you. I was worried you’d be cold.”

 

“…Alright.”

 

Ye Lingxi let out a breath of relief.

 

She soon drifted off to sleep, completely unaware of just how dangerous the person lying next to her was.

 

Ji Fuyu, once Ye Lingxi was asleep, quietly played with her hair. Staring at her sleeping face, a dark thought kept creeping in—an urge to kill her.

 

But then, deep inside, a voice kept whispering: Don’t.