Quick Transmigration: The Gossip Master Took the Black Lotus Script - Chapter 2

After a sudden wrench of time and space, Luo An felt her soul settle into another body. Around her, the air was filled with noise and sobbing.

“An’an, stop fussing already. Going down to the countryside is no big deal! Otherwise, you’ll ruin your reputation!”

The woman speaking held her hand and gave it a gentle shake, her voice carrying obvious anxiety.

Luo An hadn’t yet had time to sift through the original host’s memories. She kept her mouth shut, lowered her head, and continued digesting what she had just received.

“That’s right, Luo An. Your mother already agreed to you going down to the countryside. What else do you have to say about it?”

A sharp, unpleasant voice sounded, making Luo An frown.

She lifted her head and saw a middle-aged woman with triangular eyes and thin lips squinting at her, her entire expression mean and sour.

But when Chen Juhua met Luo An’s cold, detached gaze, she shivered instinctively. Realizing her reaction was embarrassing, she puffed out her chest and glared back.

“What are you staring at? I’m your aunt. What, you want to hit me? Believe it or not, if you so much as touch a finger of mine, I’ll let everyone in this alley know you’re an unfilial brat!”

“Sister-in-law, don’t! An’an doesn’t mean it like that. She’s just in a bad mood.”

The woman beside her tried to shield Luo An, but her protection was far too weak.

“Bad mood? I think she just doesn’t want to go! In the countryside, as long as you work, there’s food and drink. Such a good deal, and she doesn’t want it—what, does she think she can reach the heavens?”

By then Luo An had pieced together the original girl’s life. Hearing those words, she let out a cold laugh.

She didn’t know much about this era, but from the original owner’s later days it was clear that being sent down as an educated youth was no “good opportunity.”

Her gaze shifted to the girl standing beside the mean woman. Though the girl hadn’t spoken a word, the contempt and schadenfreude in her eyes were plain.

Some things never change across worlds—the faces of those who profit at others’ expense are always so ugly.

Curling her lips, Luo An turned her attack on the middle-aged woman.
“If going down is so wonderful, then why did you secretly switch your daughter’s name with mine?”

Chen Juhua never expected the little mute in the family to suddenly dare speak to her like this. Fury rose up at once.

“Our Ningning is different from you. She has both her parents—how could some fatherless wretch like you compare?”

“And besides, our Ningning has already been accepted to the textile factory. Someone with a job can’t possibly be treated the same as you, a jobless drifter. Of course she won’t be sent down!”

The job. That was the last straw for Luo An.

It wasn’t even the original girl who had gotten that position—the family had swapped her out and taken it for themselves. That was the start of all her misery.

If the original owner had made a mistake, it was being too obedient.

Since that’s the case, then I’ll be a Luo An who doesn’t behave and see how these monsters handle it.

With that thought, the violent streak in her body surged.

She forced herself to hold back—she couldn’t just kill them. These kinds of trash weren’t worth ruining herself for. And besides, sometimes tormenting someone was much more fun than killing them.

With her resolve set, Luo An began her counterattack.

“Work, is it? Didn’t cousin Ningning tell Auntie that she handed in a blank paper at the exam? Since when can you get accepted with a blank paper? Unless Auntie helped her through the back door? I really ought to ask around and see how such things are dealt with. After all, I’m still young and inexperienced—I’ve never even heard of something like this before.”

As she spoke, Luo An winked at her, utterly fearless. Chen Juhua was both enraged and rattled.

“What nonsense are you spouting! Ningning answered every question on that exam. If she hadn’t been admitted, do you think you would’ve been?”

Her words were fierce, but her eyes wavered, her hands clutched at her clothes—classic signs of a guilty conscience.

The original girl had only learned the truth once, during a rare trip home, when she’d accidentally overheard it.

“Is that so? Then I really should go to the admissions office and ask them to pull out cousin Ningning’s paper for me to admire. Maybe then I can learn how to get admitted myself, instead of being sent down to suffer in the countryside.”

Saying that, Luo An made a show of stepping away.

Chen Juhua immediately grabbed her arm. “Don’t you dare!”

Luo An flicked her off with a touch of inner strength, smiling coldly.
“Why wouldn’t I dare? I’m just eager to study. Even the street office aunties would praise me for being such a good girl, don’t you think?”

Praise you, my foot!

Chen Juhua fumed but couldn’t vent it. This brat was acting strange—before, she’d been a silent gourd, never speaking up. Now she was like a completely different person, her words sharp and merciless, leaving Chen Juhua at a loss.

Luo Ning realized she couldn’t keep playing the obedient daughter on the sidelines. She spoke up in a soft, pitiful voice:
“An’an, my mom didn’t mean it that way.”

The green-tea sweetness in her tone made Luo An want to gag.

She remembered the exact things Luo Ning had said when the original girl had discovered the truth. Pretending to be innocent, like some fox spirit out of a ghost story—without even the cultivation to back it up.

“Then what did Auntie mean? If you can’t explain it clearly, don’t blame me for making a fuss. Everything I should know and shouldn’t know, I already know. So think carefully before you speak.”

The mother and daughter grew more uneasy the more she pressed them. Sharing a glance, Chen Juhua signaled to her daughter, and Luo Ning immediately understood.

She abandoned Luo An, hurried over to the original girl’s mother, Xu Qing, and tugged her sleeve with a sweet look.

“Auntie, you know my mom didn’t mean it like that. Please, help us talk to An’an.”

Xu Qing had never been strong. Ever since her husband passed away, she and her daughter had lost their support. She’d become even more timid, never daring to oppose the elder brother’s family no matter how excessive their demands—including this time.

“An’an…”

She wanted to say something, but the moment she saw Luo Ning’s watery eyes, the words stuck in her throat. She couldn’t say another thing.

But Luo An wasn’t about to be like the original owner, a foolishly filial daughter who let herself be sacrificed just to spare her mother’s feelings.

“Mom, do you really want to persuade me? If you choose to do that right now, then we’ll cut ties.”

Luo An was a cultivator, and cultivators hated nothing more than being shackled by mundane attachments. She was no different.

This wasn’t her original world, but she refused to let herself be wronged.

Her words, however, wounded Xu Qing deeply. She couldn’t accept it, her eyes growing wet.
“An’an, how can you say such a thing?”