The Love-Hate Relationship Between the Female Lead and the Second Female Lead - Chapter 2

Wen Shijun jumped down but lost his footing, stumbling and falling. Fortunately, he didn’t sprain his ankle. After dusting himself off, he cheerfully headed toward a restaurant in the city.

Little did he know, Wen Shijun had emerged too late. Curfew had long since fallen, and the city streets were deserted. To avoid patrolling soldiers, he was forced to take narrow alleys.

He considered turning back, but his stomach growled loudly, and he couldn’t bear the thought of returning empty-handed after falling. Yet, he couldn’t find any food. As he trudged along dejectedly, he suddenly spotted the Old Man Under the Moon Temple in the distance.

Wen Shijun hesitated for a moment, but the thought of food overwhelmed him. He hurried inside and knelt before the table laden with offerings, kowtowing several times.

Old Man Under the Moon, I didn’t mean to eat your offerings. I’m just so hungry. As a deity, you wouldn’t let someone starve, would you?

Here’s the deal if you say something, I won’t eat anything. But if you stay silent, I’ll take that as your consent.

Muttering this silently, Wen Shijun couldn’t even wait the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea. Knowing the deity wouldn’t speak, he rose, grabbed an apple, and began to devour it.

In the quiet Old Man Under the Moon Temple, the only sound was the crunch of Wen Shijun eating an apple. As he chewed, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching outside. The steps were so light that he wouldn’t have noticed them at all if they hadn’t crunched on a dry twig.

Wen Shijun turned warily. A sliver of candlelight peeked through the dilapidated door. Without a second thought, he grabbed the fruit plate and darted behind the statue of the Old Man Under the Moon.

Just as Wen Shijun disappeared, the door creaked open. Ji Zining stepped inside, gently placed her lantern aside, bowed to the Old Man Under the Moon, and rose to approach the altar. Her foot caught on something, and she glanced down to see a half-eaten apple core.

Ji Zining froze, puzzled by the sudden appearance of the apple core. She looked up at the temple and murmured, Something’s missing.

Wen Shijun’s heart pounded in his chest. He held his breath, afraid to move a muscle lest she discover him.

Fortunately, Ji Zining didn’t dwell on it. She picked up a bamboo divination stick from the table, shook the container vigorously until one fell out.

Ji Zining picked up the bamboo stick and, without even glancing at it, dropped it into the wooden cylinder. Her gaze remained fixed on the space behind the statue of the Old Man Under the Moon.

Wen Shijun found this odd. What kind of young woman would come to seek a marriage match late at night? Feeling the immediate danger had passed, he turned to steal a peek, but the sight nearly scared the soul out of him.

Ah—a ghost! Wen Shijun screamed, spinning around to flee. But the ghost blocked his path, forcing him to run in the opposite direction. Yet several cabinets loomed ahead, trapping him in place.

As Wen Shijun grabbed onto a cabinet, the realization struck him something was wrong. He turned back and stared in stunned silence at the figure before him.

The woman wore a white robe, her raven-black hair half-pinned behind her. Her skin was as pale as snow, and her only adornment was a few small white flowers carved from jade beads. Her attire was simple and unadorned, the only splash of color being the red cord with a jade pendant around her neck. She carried a lantern, its warm glow chasing away some of the night’s chill.

Am I ugly? the woman asked before Wen Shijun could speak.

Why would you think that? Wen Shijun replied, puzzled by her question as he gazed at her exquisite beauty.

If she’s ugly, what are we? A bunch of demons?!

Then why did you call me a ghost? Isn’t it because I’m ugly and look like a ghost?

Wen Shijun didn’t answer directly. Instead, he asked, Did you grow up without anyone around you?

Why do you ask? Ji Zining asked, her eyes filled with curiosity.

If you’ve always had people around you, why would you think you’re ugly?

In the moonlight, Wen Shijun felt the woman before him seemed less like a demon from hell and more like a celestial maiden from the heavens.

Ji Zining chuckled softly, glancing at the fruit platter in her hand and the discarded fruit cores on the ground. Are you very hungry?

Wen Shijun avoided her gaze, feeling a rare moment of shame despite his usually thick-skinned nature. He lowered his head, unwilling to answer.

I have food. Wait here, she said, turning to leave.

Wen Shijun stepped out from behind the statue of the Old Man Under the Moon and watched her return with a food box. The box seemed heavy, causing her to walk unsteadily.

Wen Shijun hurried forward to take the food box, expecting it to be heavy. To his surprise, it was lighter than he’d anticipated, a testament to the young woman’s delicate frame.

Eat this. It’s still warm, Ji Zining said.

Wen Shijun sat on a soft cushion and opened the box. Inside was a pot of simmered chicken soup and two small side dishes. Having gone nearly three days without food, the enticing aroma and exquisite presentation made his mouth water. He immediately picked up the soup spoon and began to eat.

Ji Zining watched him, stunned. Instead of mocking him, she asked earnestly, Are you a reincarnated hungry ghost?

Wen Shijun smiled sheepishly. It’s just been too many days without food.

Why haven’t you eaten? Are your family mistreating you?

No, no. Your cook’s skills are truly remarkable, Wen Shijun complimented.

What cook? I made it myself. Ji Zining walked to a small table on the right, piled high with papers. She casually picked up a sheet.

You made this yourself?! Wen Shijun’s jaw dropped. The woman before him looked like she’d never lifted a finger in her life. Even her simple white dress, though plain, was made of a smooth, lustrous fabric that shimmered faintly under the moonlight. The hem was embroidered with lotus blossoms in silver thread—the craftsmanship was so exquisite, it could have been the work of an imperial embroiderer.

Your skills are truly remarkable, Miss, Wen Shijun said sincerely.

Ji Zining plucked a pair of Marriage Talismans from the red threads hanging in the Old Man Under the Moon Temple and tucked the paper inside. Her voice carried a hint of sorrow as she spoke, Everyone praises my skills, yet he wouldn’t even take a single bite.

Wen Shijun instantly conjured up a tragic tale of a devoted woman and an unappreciative man.

That man doesn’t know how good he has it! Wen Shijun thought bitterly, taking another large bite of chicken. Having such a beautiful woman by his side, who even cooks for him—what incredible luck!

Ji Zining walked to the statue of the Old Man Under the Moon, bowed several times, and closed her eyes, whispering something to the deity.

Wen Shijun didn’t need to guess what she was praying for—to grow old together with her ideal husband.

Miss, why would you go to such lengths for a man?!

Wen Shijun felt a mix of frustration and disappointment, but ultimately, it was none of his business. He had no time to meddle in others’ affairs.

I should get going, Ji Zining said, rising to her feet.

Your bowl, Wen Shijun said, still eating. He quickly gulped down a few mouthfuls of soup.

Don’t worry about it. Take your time and be careful not to choke, she replied, picking up a lantern and leaving.

As she passed Wen Shijun, she paused.

Wen Shijun stared at her without taking the offered item.

Ji Zining pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to him. Wipe your mouth later.

With that, she turned and left, leaving Wen Shijun to watch her retreating figure.

Just then, Wen Shijun noticed the main gate’s support beam swaying precariously, as if about to collapse. He was about to warn Ji Zining when the beam gave way and crashed down.

Wen Shijun threw aside his meal and sprinted forward with unprecedented speed. He shoved Ji Zining out of the way, sending them both tumbling to the ground just as the massive beam struck the spot where she had been standing.

The thunderous crash of the falling beam drew the attention of the guards waiting outside.

Wen Shijun stared at the massive beam, a wave of terror washing over him. If that had hit her, she would have been crippled at best, dead at worst.

Wen Shijun turned to check on Ji Zining, who was staring blankly at the fallen pillar before fixing an incredulous, unwavering gaze on Wen Shijun.

Unsettled by her intense stare, Wen Shijun asked, What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?

Ji Zining snapped out of her daze at the sound of Wen Shijun’s voice. She pressed a hand to her forehead and said weakly, No, I’m just a little shaken.

Wen Shijun was about to offer some words of comfort when several guards and a maid rushed into the room. The maid spotted Ji Zining on the ground and hurried over, asking anxiously, Miss, are you alright? Did you fall?

I’m fine, Ji Zining replied.

The maid helped Ji Zining to her feet, but the young woman remained unsteady, as if she might collapse at any moment.

Wen Shijun, forgetting her own safety, also helped Ji Zining up. Only when they stood side by side did Wen Shijun realize that this frail-looking girl was actually slightly taller than her. Wen Shijun was already considered tall for a woman, yet Ji Zining was even taller.

Miss, I told you not to come out so late! You never listen. If something had happened, how would I face the late master and mistress? The maid began to sob quietly.

So young, and already orphaned?

Wen Shijun’s gaze held a hint of pity as he looked at her.

Many thanks for saving my life, Miss. May I ask your name? Ji Zining bowed to Wen Shijun.

Wen Shijun, unfamiliar with ancient customs, waved her hands hastily, saying, Please, you mustn’t. I’m just a country girl with a humble name, not worth mentioning. Besides, it was nothing—please don’t trouble yourself. She had snuck out and couldn’t risk revealing the female lead’s name.

Nonsense! It’s said that even a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring. How much more so when it comes to saving a life?

Ji Zining pressed repeatedly. Left with no choice, Wen Shijun finally relented, My name is Wen Shijun.

She couldn’t reveal the female lead’s name in this situation, and having no other options, she used her own.

Wen Shijun? Ji Zining murmured the name. Is that the ‘Shi’ and ‘Jun’ you mean?

The ‘Shi’ meaning ‘broad knowledge and deep understanding,’ and the ‘Jun’ meaning ‘virtuous gentleman.’ It’s also the ‘Shi’ and ‘Jun’ from the line, ‘Who in the world doesn’t know you, Shijun?’ Wen Shijun knew how much ancient people loved such poetic references and had deliberately chosen this line.

Ah, so those are the characters. What a lovely name! Ji Zining praised.

Wen Shijun smiled shyly. His grandmother had given him this name, which was meant to evoke a classical elegance and the hope that he would grow into a refined young lady. Unfortunately, he had disappointed his elders, failing to become a proper young lady and instead turning into a mischievous, playful troublemaker.

Miss, it’s getting late. We should hurry, the maid urged from the side.

The guards echoed her concern, anxious about any harm coming to their precious charge.

Miss, don’t worry. It was just a minor incident. I wouldn’t abandon anyone in need, Wen Shijun said with a wave of his hand.

Left with no choice, Ji Zining followed the guards away.

Miss, if fate allows, I will surely repay this kindness, Ji Zining called out.

Wen Shijun didn’t reply, watching them depart.

After they left, Wen Shijun examined the handkerchief in his hand. It was embroidered with lotus flowers and the character 柠 Ning, which he guessed was her name. Even holding it, he could detect a faint, delicate fragrance. He tucked the handkerchief away, casually wiped his mouth with his own, and packed up the remaining food to take back.

Just in case I get locked up again, I can have this for breakfast tomorrow, he thought.

Back at the inn, Wen Shijun stared thoughtfully at the window, which offered no handholds or ledges for climbing.

How am I supposed to get up there?

After a moment of silent contemplation, Wen Shijun decided to give up and walked boldly toward the main entrance.

To his surprise, no one stopped him on the way to his room. Even the door was unguarded. Though puzzled, Wen Shijun pushed the door open gently and groped in the dark for the candlestick on the table.

But just as he picked up the candlestick to light the other candles in the room, he turned to find a figure in black robes standing by the window, hands clasped behind his back. His voice was cold and furious as he demanded, Where have you been so late?

Wen Shijun rolled his eyes inwardly at the man’s arrogant demeanor. Without turning around, he squeezed out a few tears and rushed toward Chu Shihuan, crying dramatically, Shihuan, you’re finally willing to see me!

Chu Shihuan turned to see her covered in dirt, tears streaming down her face. Startled, he quickly sidestepped, his disgust plain on his face.

Wen Shijun, undeterred by missing her embrace, lunged at him again.

Seeing her lunge at him, Chu Shihuan could only sidestep further until he stood at the edge of the table, his trembling finger pointing at Wen Shijun. Stay right there! Don’t come any closer.

Wen Shijun, panting from running, obediently stopped and continued to sob, pouring out his longing for Chu Shihuan. Shihuan, do you know how much I’ve missed you? These past few days have been filled with terror. I was so afraid you’d abandon me, that you wouldn’t believe me. I swear, I didn’t push Zining.

Chu Shihuan listened with amusement to the first few sentences, but the final claim reignited his fury. You still deny pushing Ning’er? So many people saw it! How dare you continue to lie?

No, I swear I didn’t! Wen Shijun parroted the lines of a melodramatic novel heroine.

Chu Shihuan glared at him with disgust. Fine, let’s set that aside for now. Where have you been so late at night?

I… I… Wen Shijun stammered, his words failing him.

Ah, just as I suspected—you’re nothing but a fickle, promiscuous woman! Chu Shihuan stepped forward, his fingers pinching Wen Shijun’s chin. Woman, you dare cuckold me? he hissed coldly.

Hearing this, Wen Shijun mentally rolled his eyes.

Even if I were cuckolding you—which I’m not—what business is it of yours?

Though inwardly scornful, Wen Shijun feigned a wounded expression. Shihuan, we came to Yangzhou together. I’m unfamiliar with this place—how could I possibly steal someone from you here?

So you’re saying you’ve already stolen someone from me elsewhere? Chu Shihuan asked, his voice strained with suppressed fury as his grip tightened painfully.

Wen Shijun winced but forced himself to say, How could I? I’m already your Princess Consort, your person. How could I betray you?

Chu Shihuan’s scrutinizing gaze swept across Wen Shijun’s face. Seeing no sign of deception, he released his grip, pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and tossed it aside with a cold laugh. You wouldn’t dare, he sneered before striding away.

Chu Shihuan’s demeanor infuriated Wen Shijun. He scrubbed his chin fiercely with his sleeve, glaring at the retreating figure. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He spat vehemently and slammed the door shut.

After changing into his nightclothes, Wen Shijun lay in bed, wide awake. He suddenly ventured, System.

Present. What is your query, Host?

I want to know when I can stop saying those disgusting things or doing those disgusting acts. Wen Shijun’s anger, which had just begun to subside, surged back at the memory of the earlier incident.

Upon completion of the mission, the System replied, its tone as emotionless as ever.

Wen Shijun sat up excitedly at the words, thinking he had asked a casual question only to find he could actually avoid doing something.

What mission? What mission? Wen Shijun was eager to complete it right away.

Soon, the System replied.

When exactly? Wen Shijun desperately wanted to shed this nauseating, pitiful image of himself, always trailing behind the man like a lost puppy.

It’s— The System’s voice cut off abruptly, vanishing completely.

Wen Shijun waited for a long moment, then called out several times, refusing to give up. When he finally realized the System was gone or ignoring him, he cursed under his breath.

What kind of useless System is this?

He rolled over and noticed a handkerchief lying beside him. Picking it up, he gazed at the ceiling, his mind drifting back to the Old Man Under the Moon Temple. What role does she play? I forgot to ask her name.

Wen Shijun stared at the handkerchief, a pang of regret in his heart.