A Female Lead Wants a Lifelong Union With Me (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 9

An He hadn’t seen a gold ingot since the day Lin Ruoxue carried her out of the Ren residence.

Staring at the ingot resting on the table, An He felt an irrepressible urge to weep.

“It’s been so long!” she lamented, swallowing her tears back into her heart.

“Pathetic,” the System clicked its tongue. “Lest you forget, you just told her you don’t tell fortunes at noon. Don’t you dare—”

“Did I say that?” An He suddenly countered before the System could finish.

“This is a unique and blessed hour! What a perfect time to cast a divination!” Following that, she broke into a wide smile.

System: “…” I want to change to a host with a shred of dignity.

The woman on the bench remained there, waiting, with no intention of leaving.

An He returned the spatula to the kitchen and meticulously washed her hands before returning to sit at the stall.

An He: I must wash my hands until they smell fragrant before touching gold.

During her brief absence, the woman sat there quietly, a faint, lingering smile playing on her lips. It wasn’t until An He sat opposite her and reached for her hand—intending to put on a show of palmistry—that the woman finally reined in her smile.

However, the eyes hidden behind the mask narrowed slightly, carrying a peculiar aura. Within them… an undercurrent was surging.

“Originally, I don’t tell fortunes at noon.” After finishing the palm reading, An He picked up the gold ingot and set it aside without a second glance, acting as if she were utterly disinterested in wealth. “However, you are quite the special case. I’ll make an exception for you.”

“Thank you.” The woman didn’t ask why; she simply nodded her thanks.

An He noticed her voice sounded a bit strange, as if she were intentionally suppressing it. But she was too lazy to investigate. She told the woman to pick any three numbers between one and twenty.

The woman thought for a moment and then uttered three identical numbers.

They were all “One.”

This was the first time An He had ever heard someone pick numbers like that.

“Are you sure?” An He couldn’t help but ask. “They must be the first numbers that come to your mind; you shouldn’t choose them deliberately.”

“I know.” The woman nodded, her choice unchanged.

“Very well.” An He withdrew her gaze and reached for the string of bells sitting near the woman’s hand. “What do you wish to ask about?”

“Fate,” the woman said. “Marriage fate.”

Though the term “marriage fate” was simple, its scope was vast. An He sat there waiting for her to elaborate, but the woman didn’t open her mouth again. An He was forced to guide her, hoping to get more information so she could at least have a general idea of what to say.

“Whose fate?” she asked, her gaze sweeping over the woman’s face.

The fox mask looked strange, but on this woman, it wasn’t jarring at all. On the contrary, it suited her perfectly, making her appear both mysterious and beautiful.

What was the word for that kind of beauty again…?

“Calculate the fate between me and a certain young lady of a noble house,” the woman spoke before An He could find the right word.

This time, her voice sounded incredibly pleasant; she was no longer suppressing it.

“I had originally kept her by my side,” the woman said softly, a hidden glint of a smile flashing in her eyes. “But unfortunately, she suddenly vanished before my eyes.”

“I searched for her for a long time—from sunrise to sunset, searching day and night…” she continued slowly, her tone flat, betraying no emotion.

But An He was already breaking out in a cold sweat.

What a familiar plot! What a familiar voice!

This… this person couldn’t be Lin-Lin-Lin…

An He swallowed hard, her very thoughts beginning to stutter.

Relying on her last shred of stubbornness, An He straightened her face, stood up, and pushed the gold ingot back toward the woman.

“My apologies, miss.” She frowned slightly. “I cannot calculate this fortune for you. Please seek out someone more skilled.”

“Oh, don’t say that.” The woman laughed and rose from the bench as well. She stood face-to-face with An He, her breath almost brushing against her. “You are a Great Immortal; how could you fail to calculate such a simple fortune?”

An He was silenced by the question for a long time. Finally, she struggled to force out a sentence, squeezing the words through her teeth.

“I’ve calculated it.” She arched her eyebrows, a trace of defiance in her eyes. “It is an ill omen. Total disaster.”

After she said this, the woman before her remained silent for a long while.

Having finished her “dramatic exit,” An He withdrew her gaze with lingering fear. She turned around, intending to flee upstairs, but her movements were so stiff she was walking with the same arm and leg moving together.

“Total disaster?” Just as she had taken a few steps, the woman behind her suddenly burst into laughter.

Immediately, An He felt the atmosphere shift violently. It was as if a gale were roaring around her; her robes fluttered wildly, and her footing became unstable. She gritted her teeth, desperately trying to lift her feet to keep moving forward, but she couldn’t take a single step.

It’s over.

In that moment, these two words flashed through An He’s mind.

Before she could think further, the wind wrapping around her suddenly ceased.

Losing her balance, An He fell backward without any defense.

She didn’t hit the ground. Instead, she crashed into a warm embrace.

An He felt her scalp tingle. Huddled in that embrace, she didn’t dare move, her mind frantically chanting “Amitabha.”

“What’s wrong?” The woman’s voice came from above. Though she was smiling, the voice carried a thousand strands of chill. “Still want to run, Xixi?”

I’m not, I’m not, I’m not!

An He wept inwardly.

I am the Great Immortal An, you’ve got the wrong person!

The woman, of course, couldn’t hear her thoughts. Seeing An He lying motionless in her arms, she took it as a sign of despair.

And she was right. A young lady from a wealthy family, who should have been living a carefree life enjoying endless riches, had the misfortune of running into an obsessed soul like her.

No matter how many times she escaped, she would be caught, as if Lin Ruoxue intended to lock her by her side for all eternity. It was obsession in its most extreme form.

But… Lin Ruoxue didn’t want to stop there.

She was greedy.

She didn’t just want to keep the person by her side; she wanted to make her fall in love. Even if it were hate, it would be fine—so long as she could carve herself deeply into An He’s mind.

Truly a soul possessed.

Truly a fool.