After Redeeming the Cold, Aloof Heroine, I Ran Away - Chapter 1

“Congratulations, Host. You have successfully bound yourself to the role of the vicious female supporting character in Rose, Slightly: Jiang Xian, the third female lead who walks with her nose pointed at the sky, and is sharp-tongued, mean, arrogant, conceited, and tyrannical.”

Jiang Xian slowly propped herself up. Her right hand pinched the space between her brows as questions burst through her mind.

Who am I? Where am I? And who is Jiang Xian?

She seemed to have forgotten a section of her memories.

Jiang Xian’s entire body was hot and restless. She was wearing a diving suit, like a little orca stranded on the coastline.

A few seagulls circled in the air, their cries mournful.

The tides rose and fell without end. The sun rose, and the moon descended.

After chatting for a while with the little thing in her mind, she finally learned that she had transmigrated into a body named Jiang Xian. Suddenly, a character card appeared in her mind. She looked up and saw a line of large words written on it.

Jiang Xian, twenty-three years old. Occupation: female singer. At the age of five, her whale-like voice shocked the Chinese entertainment industry. From then on, her career soared smoothly, rising higher and higher, making her a true female-overlord type character. Not only did she possess an outstanding voice, she also had a beautiful appearance. She was 178 centimeters tall, with long, jet-black curly hair and a stunning face, making countless young women fight to become her wife.

Her smooth-sailing life shaped her wild and violent personality. She had always gotten the wind when she wanted wind and the rain when she wanted rain. She had never once suffered in silence.

Whenever she took a liking to a woman, she would go up and flirt.

“Hello, my name is Jiang Xian.”

They could meet at eleven o’clock at night and be rolling in bed by eleven-thirty.

Just the girlfriends who had been exposed numbered eight, each one with big breasts, perky hips, and a strong air of artificial enhancement. Not to mention how many she had actually done it with, but at least forty percent had made it that far.

However, recently, for some unknown reason, she had become obsessed with a woman completely different from the ones before. That woman was the novel’s heroine, Shen Jing Lian. She was proud, aloof, unruly, and did not even know who Jiang Xian was.

Jiang Xian had never been ignored before, so a desire to conquer her arose in her heart. After rescuing her, she wanted to use the debt of saving her life to force Jing Lian to fall at her feet.

Under her relentless pestering and pressure, the heroine, Jing Lian, eventually could no longer endure her torment and willingly became something in her palm. Step by step, she also captured Jiang Xian’s true heart. However, the heroine had never loved her from beginning to end. In the end, the heroine joined hands with her younger sister and sold Jiang Xian to Cambodia in Southeast Asia. Her final ending was being made into a human-skin thangka, while her bones were turned into collectible bracelets, toys for the heroine and the second female lead to play with in their leisure time.

…

After listening, Jiang Xian’s spine trembled.

“A human-skin thangka? Collectible bracelets?”

The system’s clear voice softened. “Of course, the reason you came here is to change your own fate. Your main mission is to assist the heroine in reclaiming her home and to save her younger sister Weiwei, who is also her lover…”

Jiang Xian sorted through the relationships among the characters and said, “No, wait. I’m about to be made into a human-skin thangka, and you still want me to help her? On what basis? Forget this mission. Goodbye.”

She wanted to go back. Although she did not know where she came from or who she was, she felt that this mission was extremely unreliable.

“Go find someone else. If you make me humble myself so much to help her, then my character, my appearance, my education, and my beautiful moral qualities will all be gravely insulted.”

The system hurriedly called out in her mind, “But if you don’t complete the mission, you won’t be able to return to your original world, nor will you know who you are.”

What it said made sense, but she still walked toward the sea without hesitation.

“After the matter is completed, you will possess a net worth of ten billion.”

Her steps halted. Her fingers curled slightly, her delicate brows furrowed, and her heart screamed: Please humiliate me ruthlessly with money.

Outwardly, she said calmly, “Where is she?”

As she walked, images of the original owner’s first meeting with the heroine appeared in her mind.

A white beach emerged in her mind. A woman was walking barefoot on the sand.

She cursed loudly, “Someone died by the sea? How unlucky!”

The woman pulled a cigarette from her chest, carelessly held it between her lips, lowered her head to shield it from the sea breeze, and clicked her lighter. She took a hard drag. The tobacco burned with a faint crackling sound. The minty breath slowly sank from her chest into her lungs, then was exhaled along with that earlier breath of bad luck, spreading like clouds of mist.

The red sun slanted westward. She stepped on the soft, flour-like sand. Seagulls skimmed low over her head, letting out a few shrill cries before landing beside the corpse in pale-colored clothing not far away.

Youyue Bay was her private bay. It faced the sea with a villa behind it. The three-thousand-meter-long coastline belonged to her as a place for leisurely walks after meals. Normally, not even a cigarette butt was allowed to appear here. Yet today, a corpse had washed ashore. It was truly irritating.

She walked toward the corpse while puffing smoke. At the same time, she took out her phone and dialed 110, planning to have someone quickly take away this annoying piece of trash.

The weather was hot. If it was left there any longer, the stench would become overwhelming.

She could not help quickening her pace. When she got closer, she saw that it was a small, slender woman. The woman lay sprawled on the ground, both hands and feet naturally spread out. Her fair skin had been dyed golden by the light. The sea breeze blew over, lifting her skirt and making the chiffon fabric snap loudly in the wind, occasionally revealing the delicate scenery beneath the hem.

White. Lace.

Her legs were so thin.

Jiang Xian was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, she stepped on a hard shell, and a stab of pain shot through the sole of her foot. A cold electric current surged upward from the bottom of her foot, stabbing straight into her lower abdomen. Her lower abdomen suddenly burned hot, warmth flowing downward. Her pupils shrank, every pore on her body opened, and every hair stood on end, flying wildly in the sea breeze.

How could she have a reaction to a corpse? Jiang Xian’s face flushed. She stiffly curled her fingers and took a fierce drag from her cigarette.

The call connected on the other end.

“Hello, this is the *** Public Security Bureau. What assistance do you need?”

“Nothing.” She saw the woman’s finger move on the beach and replied against her conscience, “I dialed the wrong number.”

Then she hung up and walked toward that little thing with the cigarette between her lips.

Waves struck the woman’s body from time to time. Her chiffon dress was half-wet and half-dry, tightly wrapping around her slender figure and revealing the outline of her underwear. The clinging fabric traced the winding curves of her waist and hips, like a toppled jade mountain before her.

Holding the cigarette between her fingers, Jiang Xian lightly exhaled smoke and looked down at the pair of legs before her, faintly shimmering with a pearly luster. Half-hidden and half-revealed, she thought, I wonder what her face looks like.

“Hey, little thing.”

She lifted her foot and gently placed it at the small of the woman’s back, pressing down slightly. The skin beneath felt faintly cool, yet carried a weak trace of warmth.

The other party did not move. Only one delicate, scallion-white hand lightly dug into the sand, as if responding soundlessly.

Jiang Xian moved her foot downward, hooked it against the woman’s lower abdomen, and slowly flipped her over. Her body was so thin and small, her abdominal ribs so distinct, that Jiang Xian did not use the slightest bit of strength before the other woman turned over like a soft piece of clam meat.

In the 0.01 seconds after seeing her face, Jiang Xian held her breath. The hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly. She felt as if everything around her had stopped moving. The beach, the sunset, the sea breeze—everything vanished, as though only the two of them were left in the world.

Then she hummed a little tune and carried this beautiful little thing back.

She bathed her, changed her clothes, called a doctor to treat her injuries, and Jiang Xian, who had never cooked before, washed her hands and made soup for her. She took the initiative to talk heart-to-heart with her, but Jing Lian never revealed a single thing about herself, not even her name. She was extremely guarded against Jiang Xian.

Jiang Xian was not annoyed. She brought out one hundred percent of her patience and displayed herself like a peacock every day in front of Jing Lian, showing off her looks, reputation, and financial power.

With the little thing as the center and herself as the radius, she revolved around Jing Lian every day like she was drawing circles, slowly shortening the distance and cautiously testing her. Yet from beginning to end, all she received was the other woman’s cold face.

Even the most patient hunter would eventually grow frenzied.

She smashed a Ming dynasty blue-and-white porcelain vase to the floor, roared, grabbed the other woman by the neck, and straddled her body. The bulging veins and muscles on the back of her hand seemed to be screaming. The eruption after enduring for too long was utterly insane.

She wanted to force herself on her.

But how could prey simply sit there and wait to die? With her stubborn body, Jing Lian resisted with everything she had. When Jiang Xian kissed her, she bit Jiang Xian’s tongue until it split and bled. When Jiang Xian restrained her with her hand, Jing Lian kicked her in the forehead, making her gasp and see stars. Jiang Xian rolled onto the ground, shards of blue-and-white porcelain embedding themselves in her body. She felt no pain at all. She only sensed something cold and sharp entering the back of her head and back, but she did not care in the slightest. She grabbed the whip beside her and lashed the little thing on the bed viciously.

“I saved your life, so you should belong to me too. Without me, you would have been devoured bit by bit by sharks long ago. And you still dare reject me? Do you know how many women line up to get into my bed? Only you are so noble. Only you are so clean. Poser. Bitch. One day, you’ll submit beneath my hand.”

The sound of the whip entered her ears along with the curses. Blood seeped through her clothes together with tears, wetting her brows and eyes. Even through such pain, she did not let out a single moan. She merely curled her small body tightly into the corner and sighed softly.

After the woman vented all the evil rage in her chest, she dropped the bloodstained whip and slammed the door behind her.

Jing Lian’s face appeared in the image. Through the screen in Jiang Xian’s mind, Jing Lian looked at her with stubborn hatred.

The next second, the image in her mind went dark.