After Rebirth, My Ex-Girlfriend Became Obsessive - Chapter 64
An Yu felt her vision blur as all physical sensations faded away. She closed her eyes, quietly awaiting the punishment the system would inflict upon her.
She waited, but nothing happened—except for the scalding tear that fell onto her cheek, tugging painfully at her heart. She wanted to part her lips and tell Lin Duxi not to cry, but her desperate struggle only brought the howling wind roaring past her face, sharp as a knife’s edge.
Wind? She was in a restaurant—why was there wind?
Realizing this anomaly, An Yu’s consciousness snapped back. She abruptly opened her eyes.
The empty rooftop was enveloped in an eerie silence under the cover of night. The neon lights from outside barely pierced the darkness, leaving the surroundings in pitch black. An Yu’s pupils dilated as she took in the familiar sight.
This was the rooftop of her company—the place where she had been pushed to her death.
A shiver ran through An Yu’s heart. She stood just a meter away from the rooftop’s edge, with a suitcase placed at her feet—the one she had brought from home, containing the 700,000 yuan in cash she had prepared for the exchange. Yet now, it sat undisturbed beside her.
An Yu looked around in shock. The cold night wind sliced across her face like a blade. She reached up to tuck her fluttering hair behind her ear, forcing herself to confront the scene before her more clearly.
She had distinctly heard the system’s icy announcement—”Punishment Mode Activated”—once the countdown ended. Was this what it meant by “punishment mode”? It didn’t even hurt.
Had that stupid system fried her brain into mush?
An Yu’s thoughts were in turmoil as she continued scanning her surroundings. This was indeed the place where she had agreed to meet that mysterious person. Everything had happened too suddenly back then, and many details had blurred in her memory. Now, standing at this height, one more step would plunge her into the abyss.
An Yu wanted to retreat, but in that instant, footsteps sounded behind her—light yet laden with malice. Her heart lurched, and she immediately tried to move away.
But her body, which had been free to move just moments ago, now felt as heavy as lead, as though her meridians had been sealed. She could only listen helplessly as the footsteps drew nearer, accompanied by the biting wind.
An Yu had no control over her body. Her consciousness was trapped inside, watching the scene unfold from a first-person perspective, like an outsider forced to relive a nightmare.
“Are you here? I’ve brought the money you asked for—all 700,000 yuan is inside.” An Yu lifted the suitcase and checked the contents.
Run! Don’t stand here—run! An Yu screamed internally.
She glanced around again but saw nothing in the darkness except for discarded slabs of concrete. Just as she turned to relock the suitcase—
Heavy, urgent footsteps rushed up behind her. An Yu instinctively turned, but in that split second, a sharp pain exploded in her left abdomen, sapping all her strength. Then, a forceful shove sent her and the suitcase in her hand tumbling over the rooftop’s edge.
As she fell, An Yu’s wide eyes finally caught sight of the dazzling neon lights on the towering commercial building ahead.
It was a massive advertisement billboard featuring Lin Duxi.
The blinding light pierced her pupils. Her body flipped midair due to gravity, and the bills from the suitcase scattered across her vision, dyeing the pale moonlight a bloody red. The world around her was bathed in a crimson glow, like congealed blood.
Amid the overwhelming red, An Yu clearly saw a figure leaning over the rooftop’s edge—clad entirely in black, a bloodstained knife in hand, wearing a grotesque clown mask. The red light reflected off the mask’s exaggerated grin, twisting it into something sinister amidst the sea of crimson.
The clown’s smile stretched to its ears, as if mocking her:
You’re finally dead.
“Haah… Hah…” An Yu jolted awake, sitting up in bed as she gasped for air, her mind still trapped in the nightmare. Beads of cold sweat dripped from her forehead.
Her abrupt movement disturbed the person sleeping beside her, who had only just managed to fall asleep.
Before An Yu could wipe away the sweat clinging to her brow, a hand reached over and grasped her arm.
“Ah Yu, you’re awake. Are you feeling unwell?” Lin Duxi sat up beside her, voice laced with concern.
An Yu turned her head slowly. “Lin Duxi, I…” She looked down at her clothes—simple sleepwear.
“Weren’t we at the restaurant? Why are we here?” It took her a moment to recall what had happened between them earlier, but she kept the nightmare to herself.
Hearing An Yu speak, the weight in Lin Duxi’s chest finally eased. Instead of answering immediately, she lifted her sleeve and gently wiped the sweat from An Yu’s forehead, their faces drawing close.
“Ah Yu.” Lin Duxi gazed into her eyes, her own filled with a tenderness as deep as the night. Then she leaned forward and embraced An Yu, burying her face in her shoulder.
“Ah Yu, I was so scared when you fainted at the restaurant. The doctor said it was just a fever, and after an IV drip, we came back. But even after your fever broke, you wouldn’t wake up… I was so worried.” Lin Duxi’s voice trembled against An Yu’s ear, thick with unshed tears.
“Is this… my home?”
“Mn. You slept for a whole day. I was afraid you’d wake up hungry, so I kept food warm in the kitchen. Let’s go eat something, okay?” She clung tightly to An Yu, pleading.
A whole day?
An Yu was still dazed, but her arms instinctively wrapped around Lin Duxi’s trembling body.
If she had slept for a full day, then judging by the darkness outside, she must have slept from yesterday morning straight through to tonight. She really had been out for a long time. Lin Duxi had stayed in her home all this while, taking care of her.
“I’m sorry for making you worry,” An Yu whispered.
Lin Duxi released her grip on An Yu’s slender waist and gazed into her shimmering eyes: “I’ll go get you some congee. You haven’t eaten all day—you’ll starve like this.” With that, she got out of bed and hurried out of the bedroom.
Though her fever had subsided, An Yu’s mind remained foggy. The silence of the bedroom allowed her thoughts to settle.
Lin Duxi had said she’d slept for an entire day. Had she been enduring the punishment the system mentioned during that time? But there had been no electric shocks, and when she moved her body, she felt no pain. Had she really become immune to the system’s shocks?
Impossible. She had always been terrified of pain. Even as a child, she would wail during vaccinations.
It seemed the system’s so-called punishment was forcing her to relive her past ordeal without any ability to resist. Typical system—only it could come up with such a punishment. An Yu cursed inwardly.
But this time, aside from the same helplessness and despair as before, she noticed new details: before she fell from the building, she had been stabbed. The killer wore a clown mask, and on the opposite building, a huge billboard featured Lin Duxi.
Given the system’s temperament, after subjecting her to mental torment, it would surely inflict physical suffering as well. An Yu frowned slightly. The system hadn’t appeared in her mind, just like the previous times it had gone silent.
There was no way it would let her off so easily after such a major mission failure.
An Yu remembered clearly—right before her consciousness faded, she had heard Lin Duxi say she would follow her true heart. The mission had indeed failed, but An Yu had a nagging feeling the system wouldn’t just let this go.
After turning it over in her mind, her thoughts inevitably circled back to Lin Duxi.
Just then, Lin Duxi pushed open the bedroom door, holding a bowl of congee. Seeing An Yu staring blankly at her, her fluffy hair making her look utterly harmless, Lin Duxi couldn’t help but smile. She walked over, scooped up a spoonful of congee, blew on it gently, then brought it to An Yu’s lips.
“Be good, open up,” she said softly.
An Yu’s ears burned, and she obediently took the bite. Only after swallowing did she realize how red her face had gotten. Lin Duxi smiled in satisfaction.
An Yu couldn’t stand this—her pride flared. “Give me the bowl. I have hands, you know.”
Lin Duxi refused. “You haven’t eaten all day. Have some more.” She scooped another spoonful, blew on it, and held it out again.
An Yu: “…” She parted her lips and drank.
In her weakened state, An Yu’s usual defensive thorns had softened, revealing her most vulnerable self. Lin Duxi’s heart melted into a puddle, her eyes overflowing with adoration.
Once An Yu finished the congee, Lin Duxi set the bowl aside and immediately pulled her into a tight embrace.
“Do you remember, back in school during sports day, when I was sick and you fed me like this?” she murmured against An Yu’s cheek, her voice tender yet possessive.
Of course An Yu remembered. The bite mark on her shoulder had taken a week to fade. Lin Duxi had really gone all out.
“Back then, I wished I could stay sick forever.”
An Yu frowned slightly and tried to push her away, but Lin Duxi only tightened her hold.
“Don’t worry, I don’t think like that anymore. Didn’t you tell me to follow my true heart? I’ll listen to you.” Her breath tickled An Yu’s ear, watching with amusement as the pale skin flushed pink. Her body coiled around An Yu’s like a serpent, refusing to let go.
After a day without food, the small bowl of congee had done little to restore An Yu’s strength. She struggled half-heartedly before giving up.
“Lin Duxi, let go. You’re crushing my ribs.” She could barely feel the ear Lin Duxi had been tormenting anymore.
At this, Lin Duxi’s arms loosened slightly. She frowned, reluctant, but pressed a light kiss to An Yu’s earlobe before pulling back to look at her. Her usually cool, detached eyes now burned with unrestrained desire, a simple yet obsessive madness lurking in their depths. She wanted to keep An Yu locked in her embrace forever.
An Yu: “Are you having another episode?”
Lin Duxi’s lips curled into a smile. She leaned forward, pinning An Yu against the edge of the bed until there was no space left to retreat. Their noses brushed, shared breath raising the temperature between them.
Gazing intently at An Yu, she slowly parted her lips.
“I’m following my true heart. Isn’t that what you told me to do?”
Her true heart—to be with An Yu forever, to eliminate anything that stood between them.
Lin Duxi’s lips, red and tempting, grazed An Yu’s but never quite kissed her. An Yu barely dared to breathe, torn between fearing she would and fearing she wouldn’t. She had long known about the hidden darkness beneath Lin Duxi’s gentle facade. Resigned, she closed her eyes and braced herself.
Then, a low, husky voice whispered in her ear. A moment later, light flooded her vision—Lin Duxi’s phone screen lit up before her.
#PeiLuGetOutOfEntertainment
An Yu’s eyes widened in shock. She wanted to read more, but Lin Duxi denied her, turning off the phone and tossing it aside before pulling her close again.
“Do you understand now? This is my true heart. No one else is allowed to taint it.” She would never allow herself to be tied to anyone but An Yu. She belonged only to An Yu, and only An Yu could claim her.
She took An Yu’s hand—still frozen in shock—and guided it to her chest, fingers interlacing with An Yu’s slender ones before pressing a restrained kiss to her knuckles.
An Yu snapped out of her daze. “So… you did this?”
Lin Duxi didn’t even look up, still focused on her hand as if discussing the weather. “Mm. Just a small punishment.”
“Do you not like it? I followed your advice and listened to my true heart.” Truthfully, Lin Duxi had held back. She had considered sending Pei Lu to prison, but the thought that he might still be useful to An Yu stopped her.
What she truly wanted—to keep An Yu by her side, never letting her leave—was the hardest to restrain. But she was afraid of frightening An Yu, so she held back.
A lot.
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