Transmigrating Before The Crazy Beauty Scum A Loses Control - Chapter 13

Luan Yenan led Zuo Baixuan to stand under the eaves in front of the house. Pepper, who had been irritable earlier, now sat obediently beside them.

The rain fell heavier from the sky, and droplets clung to both of them.

A servant from the house hurried out, holding a towel with trembling hands, offering it to them: “Miss, please come inside and sit, don’t catch a cold.”

But Luan Yenan raised her hand to refuse.

The heat of the late summer wouldn’t dissipate just because of a little rain.

“Is mom still in a video conference? And grandpa hasn’t come back yet, right?”

“Yes, yes. President Luan is in the study having a meeting. Mr. Luan has been traveling and hasn’t returned for a while.” the servant nodded and reported.

For these servants, the most difficult to deal with in the Luan family were the old and the young, both straight Alpha cancers.

And the younger one was even more troublesome.

Because the younger one was a lunatic, not right in the head.

No servant who provoked her ended up well.

Seeing that they couldn’t persuade her, they quickly retreated, lest they provoke this plague-bringing young lady.

Luan Yenan glanced at the reactions of these servants.

It was obvious how much the original body was disliked.

But she didn’t care about these.

She continued to watch the rain falling in the yard. Taking a deep breath, the pleasant fragrance mixed with the smell of earth.

A familiar scent, carrying sealed memories.

“The osmanthus in the yard smells so good.” Zuo Baixuan relaxed and naturally struck up a conversation with Luan Yenan.

Luan Yenan suddenly opened her eyes wide, looking at the yard, where carefully planted trees were indeed osmanthus trees.

The familiar scent she had been smelling since she arrived at the door was the fragrance of osmanthus.

It had been a long time since she had smelled osmanthus.

When she was a child, her mother loved the osmanthus trees she planted by the door.

Every year when the season came, she would pick osmanthus from the trees and make pastries.

That sweet taste left a deep memory on the young Luan Yenan’s taste buds.

But the deeper the memory, the more sorrowful it became after her mother passed away. Every time she smelled or tasted osmanthus, it would give her a splitting headache.

Over and over again, she would relive the scenes of when her mother was still alive, sinking into pain.

But she never chose to numb herself with alcohol or control it with medication.

She was afraid she would forget her mother, afraid she would forget the reason she lived in this world.

But this condition became more and more severe after Luan Yenan became wealthy, until it affected her normal work and life, and she had to go to the hospital for treatment. Although it was a psychological issue, she still had to control it with medication. At the same time, she had to stay away from anything related to osmanthus.

Over time, those who knew her well knew she “hated” the smell of osmanthus.

When the company was on track, a competent secretary would always arrange everything in an orderly manner, one of which was to eliminate all osmanthus-related items from Luan Yenan’s life.

Thinking about it, it must have been over a decade since she had properly smelled osmanthus.

She took a deep breath. The long-unfamiliar scent of osmanthus filled her chest, and at the same time, a familiar pain arose in her skull, an inexplicable pain, as if countless invisible ants were gnawing at her brain cells.

A blurry male illusion appeared before her eyes. He was cursing, saying something about “useless” and “money-losing” and then slapped a woman across the face.

The woman’s frail body couldn’t withstand the force, and she fell to the ground, her body hitting the floor as she looked at the little girl hiding under the table, full of panic.

Her scarred face squeezed out a smile, as if to comfort her, but the painful wrinkles all over her cheeks made the smile even sadder and weaker than when she held her and cried at night.

But even this sad smile was the last time she saw her mother smile.

Luan Yenan covered her head with her hand, unconsciously pressing hard on the side of her head.

Her eyes wide open, she tried to dry the moisture in her eyes with the wind.

Zuo Baixuan turned her head, only seeing Luan Yenan holding her head.

“Headache again? It’s time to take your medicine, go take it.”

“Just two more minutes.” Luan Yenan’s gaze didn’t leave the osmanthus in the yard, her tone gentle.

So gentle that Zuo Baixuan was slightly stunned, unable to tell if it was acting or genuine softness from Luan Yenan’s heart.

Compared to the past agony, Luan Yenan now felt a deep sense of nostalgia amidst the slight pain.

It’s been so long since mother left, is she doing well in another world without pain?

Would someone there take good care of her?

Perhaps a more obedient, more helpful daughter would accompany her there.

She could happily plant her favorite osmanthus trees, tending the small yard to her liking.

She could also make her favorite pastries and other delicacies.

No one would scold her for the occasional dish that didn’t suit their taste.

Nor would anyone beat her over fertility issues.

She could freely leave the house, go to the mall to buy clothes she likes, to the market to buy ingredients she prefers.

She could…

“Woof!”

Luan Yenan’s reverie was interrupted.

Pepper beside her wagged its strong tail, took two seconds to confirm, then trotted into the rain, running to someone’s feet.

The person carried a large bag of groceries in one hand and held an umbrella in the other, walking along the stone path into the yard.

The person bent down to shelter Pepper with the umbrella, which half-covered her face but couldn’t hide her bright smile.

“It’s raining, and you still come out to greet me? Hurry back inside.”

Luan Yenan clenched her hand.

Her fingers pressed hard, trying to use physical pain to override the splitting pain in her skull.

The voice that reached her ears overlapped with the illusory voice of a woman in her mind.

In front of a shabby old house, a woman sat on a stool with a smile, saying to a little girl, “It’s raining, and you just came back? Come in quickly.”

“You! Don’t press so hard, if it hurts take your medicine, you’re bleeding!” Zuo Baixuan was startled by the crimson streak falling down Luan Yenan’s cheek.

What’s wrong with this crazy woman?

The wound was almost healed, why press until it bleeds!

Unexpectedly, Luan Yenan, with her bl00d-stained hand, grabbed Zuo Baixuan’s wrist, roughly pulling her into her embrace, while her other hand covered Zuo Baixuan’s mouth to stop her from speaking.

Her blushing eyes didn’t blink, but she never looked at Zuo Baixuan.

The servant then ran out from the house: “Madam, let me help you with the groceries! Why didn’t you let the driver bring them in for you? President Luan would surely scold us if she knew you carried so much alone.”

“It’s alright, I can manage. I don’t usually go out, Muyin always nags at me, this is also a chance for me to walk around and sweat a bit.” the lady patted her leg, signaling Pepper to lean against her, while raising the umbrella to share some space with the servant.

The umbrella was fully raised.

The lady’s face was revealed to Luan Yenan.

It was really her!

Although over twenty years had passed, and not a single photo of her mother remained, the memories in her mind continued to blur. But the face before her was unmistakably her!

Luan Yenan’s throat moved.

A “Mom” stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

She was terrified.

As a child, countless times in her dreams, she would wake up just after calling out “Mom.”

Now she was afraid that the so-called transmigration was just a more vivid dream than usual.

But her side was still bleeding.

The real physical pain came in waves, telling her she wasn’t dreaming, this was real, she could stay here safely.

“Hmm…” Zuo Baixuan in her arms groaned in pain as Luan Yenan’s fingers continued to exert force.

Luan Yenan loosened her grip.

Zuo Baixuan, after breaking free, was furious, thinking she must find a chance to grab a sack and beat her up hard.

But unexpectedly, when she looked up, she saw Luan Yenan’s eyes filled with restraint and longing, a tear sliding down her left eye, mixing with the bl00d on her cheek, and falling.

It hit the ground.

Like a blooming flower.

Zuo Baixuan felt a strange sensation in her heart, indescribable.

Luan Yenan at this moment was like a fragile piece of art, swaying in the wind and rain, desolate yet stunningly beautiful.

She actually felt an impulse to hug Luan Yenan, to comfort her, because of the complex gaze of sorrow and joy.

The lady standing in the distance looked over, startled, dropped her umbrella and ran over: “Yenan, what’s wrong with you? Quick! Quick! Call Dr. Du!!”

Luan Yenan’s gaze was fixed, one hand clutching Zuo Baixuan’s wrist, the other holding the lady’s outstretched hand.

Luan Yenan thought, she really liked this world.