Quick Transmigration: The Gossip Master Took the Black Lotus Script - Chapter 39

Luo An had just finished mediating a conflict between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, conveniently berating the husband for being utterly useless, and even gave the women a model lesson to follow. Only after that did she return to her office for a break.

But the moment her butt touched the stool, System 001’s shrill voice rang in her head, stabbing at her brain.

“Calm down, calm down! You’re not a three-year-old baby anymore—you’re a three-year-old system.”

001: … That joke isn’t funny at all. But that’s not the point right now.

“Chen Juhua is pregnant!”

“Pregnant? Tsk, really—still vigorous despite his age.”

“Mm, pregnant… and then not anymore.” 001 added, “Luo Ping pushed her, and she lost it.”

Luo An shook her head. The outcome didn’t surprise her at all. Luo Ping wasn’t smart, but he was ruthless—especially now, after his psyche had long since twisted.

“No need to waste attention on them. Let them enjoy their present while it lasts.”

That night, Luo An arrived at a two-story house. Inside came a woman’s screams. If she didn’t intervene, tonight would be the woman’s death day.

The man inside was Lin Xiong—the original body’s future husband. Drunk and staggering home, he responded to his wife’s concern with fists, vicious to the point of being unbearable to watch.

Luo An grabbed his collar and flung him around—onto the ground, against the wall, against the cupboard—until he was dizzy and in agony all over.

Most terrifying of all: Luo An had applied an invisibility charm. Lin Xiong couldn’t see who was hitting him at all. He was so terrified he pissed his pants.

“Who’s there! Don’t hit me! I’ve got money! I’ll give it all to you!”

“A god! A god! Tell me what I did wrong—I’ll change! I swear I’ll change! Ahhh!”

“Stop! Please stop! You’re going to kill me! I’ll die!”

Hearing their son’s screams, his parents rushed upstairs. What they saw froze them in place: their son suspended midair, thrashed about by some invisible force. They were struck dumb with horror.

When they finally snapped out of it, his mother dropped to her knees, begging and confessing.

Too late.

Their son had never had anyone step in when he was the one hitting. Whether it was the woman now or the original Luo An later, both had to endure alone. Now it was their turn to taste the helplessness of unanswered pleas.

When Lin Xiong’s begging grew faint, Luo An finally released him. Just as they thought it was over, a wooden stick appeared in midair and cracked down on his hands again and again. His screams, pig-like in their agony, filled the room.

“Only trash raises a hand against women. Since you love using your hands to hit so much, then you don’t need them anymore.”

She turned to the woman. “If you don’t want to die, leave him.”

Then Luo An vanished. Whether the woman would listen was no longer her concern.

His parents eventually rushed him to the hospital, but both his hands were crippled beyond saving. A man without hands was a ruined man. That was vengeance for the original body.

Back in Hou Shan Village, Luo An remained the same as ever—eager for gossip, eager to watch drama, and eager to strike down evil.

With her around, Chaoyang Commune became a model commune.

Later, unsatisfied with just resolving petty conflicts, Luo An turned her sights further.

Before the 1977 college entrance exams, Duan Jia dragged her into cramming material she had never studied before. Thanks to her sharp mind, Luo An casually secured herself a college admission.

After graduation, she chose a career entirely unrelated to her major—journalism.

From then on, she carried a camera wherever she went. Polluting factories were child’s play. She even slipped into drug labs, collecting firsthand evidence and working with public security to wipe them out.

When foreign countries mocked China’s backward technology, she infiltrated multiple research institutes and livestreamed cutting-edge projects, especially those involving bottleneck technologies.

So when a certain country tried to trample China at an international conference, China stunned them by unveiling technology even more advanced than theirs, leaving them speechless. They even begged China to share it freely. As if!

Cases like this were countless. The unlucky nations never figured out what was happening. No matter how many strings they pulled, they never found the source. All they could do was watch China grow stronger.

Of course, a few knew the truth: Luo An was not just an ordinary reporter.

Luo An never married. After Xu Qing nagged her too much, she adopted a little girl. At first Xu Qing was furious, but the child was exceptionally bright and quickly won her over.

As the girl grew up, she came to understand her role in this family. Every time Luo An returned from a “business trip,” she would sweetly report her achievements, and Luo An would reward her generously.

As Luo An appeared more frequently on TV and in the papers, the Luo family inevitably found out about her.

Whenever her face came on screen, Luo Ning would immediately change the channel, only to be mocked by Luo Ping.

“The TV was fine—why change it? Don’t tell me you’re jealous?”

“What’s it to you! Shut up, you eunuch!”

That one word—eunuch—froze the whole room. Chen Juhua quietly dragged her chair to the corner and went back to watching TV, pretending not to notice her children tearing each other apart.

After her first miscarriage, she had gotten pregnant again. But every time she carefully tried to preserve the pregnancy, her son would storm up, shove her down, and laugh coldly at her desperate cries.

“You’ll never have another child! I’m the only son you’ll ever get! Want another? Only if I die first!”

In the end, she truly never bore another. Age and miscarriage left her infertile, aging her overnight.

Her son, unable to father children, remained unmarriageable. Her daughter, arrogant and picky, never found anyone suitable. And so both stayed single.

She was heartbroken and gave up caring.

In their own room, the Luo elders listened to yet another round of fights from next door, sighing deeply.

“Old man, that girl An’an really made something of herself.”

How could she not? Ordinary people didn’t appear on TV all the time.

“If only we had treated our second son’s family better back then… maybe he wouldn’t have died, and we could have enjoyed their blessings now.”

The old man grew irritable. “What’s the point of bringing this up! If you’re free, go sweep the yard.”

But the old woman didn’t want to sweep. What was the point? Ever since the family fell apart, no one came visiting anymore. Even if she tidied up, within half an hour her useless children would trash it again.

“I just can’t help feeling regret. How did we let ourselves get so blind back then…”

But no matter how much they regretted, the past couldn’t be undone.

As for Shao Jing, who had been sent to labor reform on the farm, his life was even worse.

He had offended people as soon as he arrived. Once news spread about why he was there—homosexual conduct—the scandal in that era was catastrophic.

He became the most despised man on the farm. Men feared he was truly “perverted,” women felt nauseated at the thought.

Even after he returned to the city, he was gloomy and sinister.

One day, while buying alcohol, he happened to see Luo An appear on TV. Rage surged through him. He smashed the bottle across the television screen.

No more alcohol, the TV destroyed, and he himself beaten up.

Unable to pay for the damage, the shop owner confiscated everything of value in his home. Even then it wasn’t enough, so he lived under constant curses.

The happiest of all were Xu Qing and Duan Jia. One had a daughter and granddaughter, living a life of ever-growing joy. The other went to college, married into a good family, and was cherished her entire life.

When Luo An finally passed away, she did so with potato chips in one hand, cola in the other. After licking her fingers clean, she gave her last order:

“Take a trip to the next world.”