A Female Lead Wants a Lifelong Union With Me (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 7

An He sat at one end of the table, her eyes fixed on the ghost at the other end.

The ghost was so intimidated by her gaze that she shook incessantly, causing the stool beneath her to rattle loudly.

Eventually, An He couldn’t take it anymore. She raised her hand and slammed the peach wood sword onto the table with a sharp thwack.

“Keep shaking and I’ll hit you!” An He intentionally lowered her voice to scare her, her brows knit tight in a fierce, menacing scowl. “Spit it out! Confess!”

“Okay, okay! I’ll talk, I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything!” First, the ghost had lost half her soul to the fright of the peach wood sword; then, An He’s expression and movements scared away the other half. She decided to simply give up and sat there motionless, adopting a “dead ghost doesn’t fear boiling water” attitude.

“Good. First question.” Seeing that she was being cooperative, An He couldn’t help but let the corners of her mouth curl into a smirk. She flipped over the stack of erotica in her hand, picked up a brush, and began doodling over them.

“Name!” she asked loudly.

“Lin Yueyue,” the ghost whispered, sounding a bit reluctant.

“Be serious!” An He shot her a glance and tapped the table, making Lin Yueyue flinch. “How did you know my name?”

“I… I can control other people’s dreams…” Lin Yueyue said with her head down. “You told me in your dream that your name is Ren Xixi.”

“Impressive,” the System remarked in An He’s mind, unable to help but sigh in admiration.

“Right?” An He replied. “Even a ghost is that powerful, yet I’m a person bound to a system and I can’t do anything. System-er, doesn’t your heart ache?”

“Oh?” The System caught her drift and countered. “You never mentioned wanting to learn anything specific.”

“Well, I’m mentioning it now. Could you consider giving me a ‘Golden Finger’?” An He asked expectantly.

“No,” the System rejected her instantly.

An He: “…” I knew it.

Realizing she couldn’t count on her own system, An He turned her attention back to the ghost.

An He interrogated Lin Yueyue for nearly the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Lin Yueyue spilled all her secrets like beans from a jar.

She said that in her past life, she had been a seller of picture books. Because business was poor, she thought of secretly writing erotica to make money. At first, sales were great; she had many buyers and a good reputation—everyone who read her work praised it.

Later, as she wrote more, it was always the same old stuff. Even if she didn’t get tired of writing it, the readers got tired of reading it. Gradually, her books became increasingly ignored.

Lin Yueyue refused to admit defeat. she racked her brain for new plots, thinking about it day and night, even in her dreams, and then…

“And then you thought yourself to death?!” An He’s eyes widened at this.

She saw Lin Yueyue nod, sighing with a face full of gloom.

“S-so, up until you died, you never figured out anything new to write?” An He asked, feeling very moved.

“No,” Lin Yueyue shook her head, an unnatural flush appearing on her pale face. “I did figure it out.”

“What was it?” An He arched an eyebrow.

“Girl-on-girl romance,” Lin Yueyue whispered, pointing at the stack of papers in An He’s hand. “For example, with you as the protagonist…”

An He: “…” Damn you.

“Fine, fine. I’m taking this stuff with me.” An He didn’t want to waste any more time. She stood up from the chair and poked Lin Yueyue on the forehead. “Don’t let me see this kind of thing again.”

“I won’t, I won’t!” Lin Yueyue raised her hand to promise, her eyes teary.

Looking at her like this, An He felt bad saying anything else and stormed out the door with the papers. Lin Yueyue watched her go with wide eyes, finally letting out a sigh of relief as she turned to burrow back into her quilt.

Just before her backside could vanish inside, An He suddenly charged back in and smacked her on the rear with the sword hilt again.

“Ow!” Lin Yueyue shrieked in pain. She turned around and looked at her tearfully. “Great Immortal, do you have a personal vendetta against my butt?!”

“I forgot to ask you something!” An He looked down at her, her brows furrowed.

“Ask away, ask away,” Lin Yueyue sighed.

“That… that… tsk.” An He hesitated.

“What is it?” Lin Yueyue watched her for a while. Seeing her unable to get the words out, she couldn’t help but whisper a question.

“That book you wrote!” An He said. “I’ll let it slide that I’m one of the characters, but why is the other one Lin Ruoxue?!”

“This…” Lin Yueyue scratched her head, not knowing how to answer. After a long pause, she spoke tremulously. “Because you were thinking about her in your heart.”

“If you weren’t thinking about her all day, how could you dream of her? And if you hadn’t dreamt of her, how would I have known her name was Lin Ruoxue? And if I hadn’t known her name was Lin Ruoxue, how could I have written her into the book…” Lin Yueyue explained it to her bit by bit.

“Mhm, makes sense,” the System added in her mind.

An He: “…Shut up.”

“Great Immortal, am I right?” Lin Yueyue saw An He standing there in silence and thought she hadn’t made herself clear. “If you didn’t hear me properly, I can explain the logic again.”

“Explain what logic!” An He barked at her. She used her sword to lift the quilt and cover Lin Yueyue completely—out of sight, out of mind. “Go to sleep!”

“Okay,” Lin Yueyue replied from inside. “Then I’m going to sleep, Great Immortal. You… you aren’t coming back, right?”

“If you’re coming back, I can leave the door unlocked for you…” Before she could finish, the sound of a heavy door slamming shut echoed in her ears.

Lin Yueyue blinked, poked her eyes out of the quilt to look around, and saw the room was empty.

“She’s gone.” Lin Yueyue let out a long sigh of relief.

Without Lin Yueyue’s harassment, An He finally had a good, dreamless night’s sleep.

Early the next morning, she scrambled out of bed, threw on her yellow robe, and ran to wash her face. Once finished, she grabbed her fortune-telling gear and headed downstairs.

“Look at this!” she pestered the barely-awake System in her head as she walked. “Is there anyone as industrious as me? Showing up to my workstation on time every day, never slacking, never lazing, never—”

Before she could finish, she suddenly noticed there wasn’t a single ghost downstairs.

Normally, the seats would be packed—half waiting for their fortunes, half eating and drinking. The little inn should have been crawling with ghosts.

Yet today it was peaceful and quiet, with not a soul in sight.

How strange…

An He was a bit dazed. She hurried to the counter to ask Ghost Brother what was going on.

“Oh, you’re asking about them?” Ghost Brother was wearing new clothes today and had even styled his hair. He looked much more spirited than usual. “They went back to prepare for the festival!”

“What festival?” An He asked quickly.

“Ghost Festival (Zhongyuan Festival),” Ghost Brother said. “It’s pretty much like the New Year for us.”