[Quick Transmigration] Rescue Little White Flower (GL) - Chapter 2: Saving Little White Flower (2)

Chapter 2: Saving Little White Flower in Workplace (2)

“Check the degree of fate change.”

“The degree of fate change is 5%. Please continue your efforts, host.”

Only five percent?

Zhao Xingyue raised an eyebrow, not entirely surprised.

After all, if Shen Qingwei’s fate could drastically change just because she interrupted Zhou Yongjia’s coercion once, there would be no need for her to personally step in to alter it.

After confirming the girl’s location, she turned the steering wheel and slowly drove toward that place.

Zhao Xingyue, president and primary heir of the Zhao Group, and tonight, the fiancée of Zhou Yongjia, whom she caught in bed with reporters—no, to be precise, after tonight’s events, she had successfully added a word before “fiancée”: ex. Now she was Zhou Yongjia’s ex-fiancée, not his fiancée.

This was her widely known identity, but beyond that, she had another identity unknown to others—her true identity: a staff member of the Underworld’s Human Realm Office.

As the population grew, the Underworld’s workload increased dramatically. In the past, the Underworld was the favorite place for civil servants—easy work with plenty of perks. Now, it had become a notoriously grueling department. Every civil servant wished they could clone themselves into two, four, or even seven or eight parts to cope.

The workload had skyrocketed, but the number of civil servants hadn’t increased. After all, as society advanced, fewer people ascended to immortality. Even Heaven couldn’t fill its vacancies, so who would willingly come to the Underworld?

Among the Underworld’s daily tasks, the most time-consuming and exhausting was resolving the resentment of innocent souls.

These souls were often people who hadn’t committed evil in life but harbored resentment due to the suffering they endured in the human world. Dissolving them directly wasn’t appropriate, and their unresolved resentment prevented reincarnation. They could only be sent to the Underworld’s counseling center for slow mediation.

Even the most reasonable people in life, after death, fixated only on their grievances, refusing to listen to reason. The staff handling soul counseling worked day and night without rest, often developing their own mental health issues before resolving a single client’s case.

Over time, the number of resentful souls waiting for counseling grew in the Underworld. Their resentment condensed and fed off each other, growing stronger and harder to resolve. To reduce the Underworld’s burden, the Lord of the Underworld, in a moment of inspiration, came up with a less-than-ideal solution.

If they couldn’t reason with souls after death, why not reason with them in life? These people hadn’t done evil; according to the Book of Life and Death, they were destined for a happy life. But because they encountered a final-life evil spirit, their lives became miserable, leaving them full of resentment. The most fundamental way to resolve their resentment was to interrupt the evil spirit’s influence, guide their lives back on track, and let them live happily. What resentment would remain then?

Thus, the Underworld’s Human Realm Office was grandly established.

Zhao Xingyue was one of the first employees of this newly formed office.

Her mission was the “Save the Little White Flower” series, targeting innocent and kind-hearted individuals who, for various reasons, were exploited or coerced.

Shen Qingwei was her first rescue target.

While driving, Zhao Xingyue reviewed Shen Qingwei’s profile.

Shen Qingwei, twenty-three years old, an outstanding graduate from S University, currently employed at the Zhou Group.

The Zhou Group, Zhou Yongjia’s company.

For the first twenty-three years of her life, Shen Qingwei’s circumstances perfectly matched those of a soul untainted by evil causes: both parents alive, a happy family, occasional setbacks, but overall, a smooth life.

Until she met Zhou Yongjia, her life took a complete 180-degree turn.

Zhou Yongjia was the final-life evil spirit in Shen Qingwei’s life.

Such individuals often committed countless atrocities in past lives, bearing heavy sins. They should have been cast into the eighteen layers of hell, enduring endless torment before their souls were obliterated. But the brainless immortals in Heaven, thinking with their backsides, came up with a ridiculous idea: after being cleansed in the eighteen layers of hell, these evil spirits might repent and deserved another chance. Hence, the concept of the “final-life evil spirit.”

If, in this life, an evil spirit with countless past sins reformed, did good deeds, and accumulated virtue, their sins would be wiped clean, allowing them to enter reincarnation as an ordinary soul. But if they refused to change and continued their evil ways, harming the world, their human body’s death would mark the moment their soul was obliterated.

Zhao Xingyue scoffed at this practice. Among the evil spirits released for reincarnation, every single one—out of a hundred—reverted to their wicked nature, continuing to wreak havoc. Maybe one in a thousand reformed. Yet, one such evil spirit, after reincarnation, entered Buddhism, achieved enlightenment, and ascended as a Buddha, becoming a poster child for Heaven’s flawed policy.

This led to the Lord of the Underworld’s proposal to stop evil spirit reincarnation being repeatedly suppressed.

Evil spirits were called so for a reason—they were thoroughly wicked. Everyone has flaws, but in reincarnated evil spirits, these flaws were magnified to a nauseating degree.

In this world, Zhou Yongjia, after taking a liking to Shen Qingwei’s beauty, shamelessly used her job to coerce her into a relationship. After she gave in, he offered to cover her sick mother’s medical expenses, luring her into becoming his contracted mistress, dragging her step by step into an abyss.

During her time with Zhou Yongjia, Shen Qingwei endured endless torment. She faced provocations from the various women around him and suffered his abuse. Because he forbade contraception, in their three years together, she aborted five children, eventually being diagnosed as infertile.

After her mother’s death, no longer needing Zhou Yongjia’s financial support, she finally had a chance to escape.

Fleeing abroad, Shen Qingwei discovered she was pregnant. Giving birth alone in a foreign land, she thought she could live a happy, peaceful life. But her child, who resembled Zhou Yongjia, contacted his father, exposing her. Zhou Yongjia, now infertile, dragged her back to the country, where she died under relentless torment.

Zhao Xingyue’s arrival wasn’t too early or too late—perfectly timed at Shen Qingwei’s first coerced encounter with Zhou Yongjia.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to come earlier to prevent their meeting and fundamentally change Shen Qingwei’s fate. As an Underworld employee, working in the human world came with strict rules. She could only possess the body of someone already dead, living their life through the Underworld’s life-extension methods.

In this world, Zhao Xingyue was the only person connected to both Zhou Yongjia and Shen Qingwei, with a suitable status and a death timed just right.

Not to mention, they shared the same name, a coincidence that minimized disruption to the fate trajectory after her transmigration.

…

Shen Qingwei didn’t know how long she cried.

Her neighborhood was right behind her, her mother waiting at home. If she turned around, she could return to a warm home.

But she didn’t dare.

She didn’t know how to tell her mother why she came home disheveled or explain that the job she’d held for just three months was gone.

Just yesterday, they had celebrated her becoming a permanent employee with a special dinner.

Cold rain mercilessly pelted her body. Shen Qingwei could no longer tell if the water on her face was rain or tears. She didn’t even know if she was still crying or if her tears had run dry.

In her despair, her thoughts drifted to the scene at the hotel, to the woman named Zhao Xingyue.

She thought of Zhao Xingyue’s polished suit, her straight posture, and those disdainful eyes that seemed to look down on the world.

Catching her fiancé cheating, yet she treated it like an irrelevant joke.

If it were her, facing a situation like Shen Qingwei’s, she’d surely find a perfect solution, right?

Unlike Shen Qingwei, who couldn’t earn money, couldn’t let go of her pride, and, even after being saved, could only sit helplessly on the roadside crying.

She was truly useless.

The sound of high heels approached through the rain. Shen Qingwei covered her face, unwilling to let anyone see her in this pitiful state.

But the sound of the heels stopped beside her, and so did the rain falling on her.

“Miss, can I ask, do you know where the uncle selling fried noodles at the alley sets up his stall on rainy days?”

Shen Qingwei looked up in surprise at the woman she’d seen just an hour ago.

Thinking of what happened at the hotel, shame and fear flooded her heart, mixed with emotions she couldn’t quite name—gratitude, perhaps, or something else.

These complex feelings drove her to stand up hastily and move away from the woman holding an umbrella for her.

“Careful—”

A strong hand grabbed her wrist, pulling her falling body toward its owner. Before Shen Qingwei could react, she was in a warm, dry embrace.

Her wet clothes instantly soaked the other’s high-quality outfit. The black jacket was fine, but the white shirt underneath bloomed with water stains. Shen Qingwei panicked, nearly crying again, and scrambled to apologize. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry, I’ve caused you trouble. I’ll pay for your clothes…”

Zhao Xingyue hadn’t expected this either. The wet clothes clinging to her body felt uncomfortable, making her frown slightly. But seeing Shen Qingwei’s panic, she said, “Forget it, it’s just a piece of clothing.” She hadn’t planned to wear it again anyway.

Shen Qingwei kept apologizing, unconsciously stepping out of the umbrella’s range. Zhao Xingyue had to step forward, covering her with the umbrella again, and said coldly, “Enough, I’m not blaming you. Stop apologizing. Why are you here?”

The rain stopped above her head again. The black umbrella created a small world, free of wind and rain, filled only with warmth and a person who, despite her impatient expression, still showed concern for her.

Looking at Zhao Xingyue, two hot tears suddenly welled up in Shen Qingwei’s eyes, sliding down her cold cheeks. Her lips trembled, and after a long pause, she murmured, “…Thank you.”