Chapter 1: Her Heart Is a Little Soft 01

On the rugged mountain road, a girl in red pajamas ran barefoot with her pink, fair feet.

She faced the bone-chilling mountain wind.

As if something were chasing her.

Ahead of the girl was mist; she reached out her hand, but could not see the road ahead.

Suddenly!

A beam of light illuminated the road ahead.

The girl startled!

She almost… almost fell off the cliff.

The man in the car got out.

He stood by the car lights, leaning sideways.

"Ruan Ruan, come over…"

His clear, steady voice carried a magnetic charm, like aged wine sealed for years, constantly tempting the lost girl.

On the European-style princess bed, the girl held her flushed cheeks, blushing as she shouted, "Ah, heavens, this male lead brother is so handsome!!!"

"What kind of taste does the female lead have, not wanting such a handsome yandere brother?"

Yi Ruan gazed at the pink ceiling, the crystal wind chime within reach on the bed curtains tinkling beneath her fair, slender fingers, "If I were the female lead, how great that would be," she waved her excited little arms, "I'd definitely have both—the yandere brother and the gentle senior!"

Knock knock!

"Ruan Ruan, it's time to eat."

"Ah, Auntie's here, here she comes!"

She put down the tablet, fiddled with her skirt hem, slipped on Ruan Ruan's slippers, and stepped onto the fluffy carpet.

Standing at the stairwell, about to go down, she only felt dizzy.

"Want to be the female lead? I'll grant it."

A strange man's voice echoed in her mind.

She didn't think much, just as she lifted her foot, she stepped into empty space——

In that instant, she became fully conscious.

Oh no, oh no—this high spiral staircase, if she fell she'd die!

"Ah——!"

The scene before her eyes gradually blurred.

Beside her ear was the man's ragged breathing.

It hurt as if torn apart.

Why won't her hand move!

It hurts so much; her pink, lotus-root-like arm can't even be lifted.

"It hurts..."

"Why isn't Ruan Ruan speaking?" He held her on his lap, burying his face between her breasts, supporting her waist, his large hand stroking her ketone body, he asked in a low, hoarse voice.

Stains of mottled blood speckled his disheveled shirt.

She lost herself for a moment, gazing at his scarlet eyes, struggling with her body, she cried out in terror, "Where is this? Who… who are you?!"

"Hehe," the man's pleasant laugh sounded like he'd heard a funny joke, he chuckled lightly, "You're pretending amnesia again."

The next moment, Yi Ruan fainted.

She opened her eyes again, and she was completely dazed.

The man beside her wore a black shirt, his shirt disheveled and open, his chest rising and falling regularly, half his face buried in the pillow, facing her, his features godlike and perfect, his sword brows slightly furrowed, his deep eyes now tightly shut, his eyelashes like palm-leaf fans.

Heavens, lying beside her was an absolutely beautiful man; this side profile, she loved it, loved it.

Yi Ruan bit her finger, her clear black-and-white eyes flickering with curiosity, she couldn't help but extend her finger to touch the man's face.

{Male Lead Blackening-2, currently blackening value 97. }

She immediately retracted her hand, suspiciously looking around.

Who was just speaking?

{Woman, your mission officially begins; you must prevent the male supporting character from blackening, first step, approach him. }

She was so shocked she couldn't speak, she fiercely bit her own finger, a hiss!

Pain, this, this isn't a dream!

{Mission activated; does the female lead need to watch the male lead's childhood? (New players are advised to watch, veteran players may ignore.)}

Yi Ruan was dumbfounded; two options appeared in her mind, this scene felt a bit familiar, kinda like that sibling romance novel she'd recently read.

No way, no way, could it be that she really had transmigrated into the book?

"What is Ruan Ruan thinking?" the man suddenly spoke.

He pulled her into his embrace.

Yi Ruan startled.

Suddenly, she lifted her head, her clear innocent eyes meeting his displeasure.

Fu Qiwei, male, 28 years old, attribute: yandere, relationship: guardian (in name only).

"No, no, Qiwei..." she had read this novel, three times through; knowing the ending, she looked like a veteran.

"Ruan... Ruan?" Bo Su involuntarily paused his tone; she feigned innocence, nuzzling into his embrace.

"Qiwei, I used to cause trouble because I didn't know better; from now on I won't, so don't be angry."

The innate nobility, the grievance of wrongdoing, the innocence of being abducted, and the heartache of being outwardly united but inwardly estranged from Fu Qiwei—all at once, in those eyes, she embodied them fully and completely.

Heavens, the male lead is really handsome!

Such a handsome male lead, and he actually doesn't like it.

He must be blind.

Thinking of this, the little woman in his arms stretched out her evil claws, wanting to touch his abs—how to break it?

【Male lead's childhood memory: entering, omitted.】

(Entering.)

When Fu Qiwei was young, his father had an affair, abandoned him and his mother, eloped with his mistress; his grandfather, upon learning of this, flew into a rage and sent people to intercept them, but an accident occurred—his father and the mistress were in a car crash and both fell into the sea, leaving no remains.

His mother endured blow after blow, her spirit unable to bear the burden; she would beat and scold him at the slightest provocation, and when she saw him growing more and more like his father, she subjected him to mental torment, to the point that his psyche became twisted, giving rise to a yandere personality.

At the age of sixteen, he adopted the eight-year-old Yi Ruan in the orphanage; her appearance was his self-redemption.

He and Yi Ruan grew up in different environments; he let her grow up in a castle of love, so her world was filled with love, and even her gaze upon the world was brimming with affection—but she always feared him, and her look toward him was always icy cold.

After every argument between them, he would always feel regret, regretting whether he had done enough; he feared being abandoned, and even more feared being abandoned by her.

The memory ends.

She couldn't help but feel a surge of softness; she was born with well-developed tear ducts, and whenever she saw this chapter of the male supporting character's childhood before, she would cry hysterically, but when it truly unfolded before her eyes, it was another matter.

"Ruanruan?" the man flustered, he had never imagined that one day she would cry like a child in front of him.

She lifted her head, tears and snot streaming as they dove into the man's blankets, crying loudly, which made him feel heartbroken: "Fu Qiwei, from now on I won't argue with you anymore!"

"I'm not angry, I'm not mad at you, don't cry, don't scare me."

……

……

The next morning, she got up early, brushed her teeth, washed up, put on light makeup, changed clothes, and went downstairs.

In the usual plot, the female lead, to express her love, would cook for the male lead—a tried-and-true routine she wanted to put into practice.

On her milky-yellow cropped hoodie was a jasmine flower pattern; the black skinny jeans perfectly outlined her body's lines, and her high ponytail, tied up tight, occasionally obstructed her view.

"Hiss!" She only knows how to cook noodles, but she also wanted to fry an egg, so she followed the teaching video on her phone to fry an egg, but… it seemed the heat was too high, and she burned it?

"Can this still be eaten?"

Yi Ruan bit her finger, her face full of doubt.

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