After Transmigrating Into The Novel, The White Moonlight And The Female Lead Of The Abusive Romance Got Their Happy Ending - Chapter 1

The weather was clear and bright. A massive silver “iron bird” pierced through banks of white clouds, carrying its passengers back to Huaguo.

Inside the cabin, the only sound was the steady roar of the engines. The flight had departed at midnight local time, and not long after boarding, most passengers had chosen to catch up on sleep.

After flying over the Pacific Ocean through the night, the plane finally entered Huaguo’s airspace.

Suddenly, one of the passengers clutched her chest, her face contorting in pain.

The flight attendants had been keeping a close eye on the first-class passengers. The moment one of them noticed, she hurried over and asked softly, “Ma’am, are you all right?”

Wen Tang felt as though an invisible hand had seized her heart and was crushing it mercilessly. Her heart struggled to beat, every contraction painfully labored.

She gulped in air, fighting desperately as though she had been sealed inside a coffin. Sweat soaked through the shirt across her back, and beads of perspiration the size of beans rolled down her forehead.

“Medicine… nitro… glycerin…” Trembling, she pointed at the handbag she had brought aboard.

The flight attendant had received emergency medical training. She immediately took out a tablet and placed it under Wen Tang’s tongue.

About five minutes later, when Wen Tang’s complexion was no longer quite so pale, the attendant asked, “Are you feeling any better?”

“I’m fine now. It doesn’t hurt anymore, so don’t worry.” Wen Tang leaned weakly against the back of her seat, her entire body drained of strength. “Could I have a cup of warm water? Thank you.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but we only have bottled water. If you would prefer something hot, you may choose coffee or tea.”

“Coffee… never mind. Tea, please. Thank you.”

Strictly speaking, both tea and coffee contained caffeine and other substances that could stimulate the sympathetic nervous system and increase the heart rate. In serious cases, they could even trigger angina.

But Wen Tang knew very well that her angina was not caused by any organic disease or hereditary condition. This body was so healthy it could hardly have been healthier.

She had undergone electrocardiograms during several attacks, along with an echocardiogram and twenty-four-hour ambulatory ECG monitoring. None of them had revealed any problem with her heart.

Even during ordinary daily life, every heartbeat carried a strange sense of resistance, as though her heart were trapped in half-congealed glue.

She was a cardiac surgeon herself, so of course she knew how abnormal this was. The only explanation she could come up with was that it was a lingering side effect of transmigration.

Perhaps because the original owner of this body had already died from swallowing a large quantity of sleeping pills when Wen Tang arrived, the body was now reproducing the sensation of impending death on a subconscious level.

Yes, her name was also Wen Tang—but she was not the Wen Tang who had just completed an advanced training program in Amerika.

Like the original owner of this body, she had specialized in cardiac surgery. The difference was that she had never studied abroad. After earning her doctorate, she had remained at her hospital and could more or less be considered professionally successful.

When she transmigrated here, this world’s Wen Tang had been in Cleveland on an academic exchange and training program.

For doctors working in the field of cardiology and cardiac surgery, Cleveland was no less sacred than Jerusalem was to a devout believer.

A steaming cup of green tea in a disposable paper cup was delivered to her. She took a small sip, and her entire face immediately scrunched up like a bitter melon.

It was far too bitter!

She should have asked for bottled water. Unfortunately, the original Wen Tang disliked sweet flavors. To make herself fit the original owner’s image more closely, she could only work hard to accept bitter coffee and tea.

She turned to look out the window. The plane flew steadily through the troposphere, and every now and then she could glimpse rows upon rows of high-rise buildings on the ground below, though they looked no larger than ants.

For a moment, she felt strangely dazed. She kept having the illusion that this was still her original world.

The same seven continents and four oceans. The same language. The same history.

The only difference was that this world was missing an attending physician named Wen Tang who had come from a small county town—and had gained, in her place, a brilliant overseas-trained doctor also named Wen Tang.

“Ms. Wen, we will soon begin our descent, and our journey is about to come to an end. On behalf of the entire cabin crew, I hope you have had a pleasant experience on this flight.” The chief purser crouched beside her and spoke with considerable attentiveness.

That was right. The Wen Tang of this world was not an orphan. Her family was wealthy, her parents had a loving marriage, and because her mother traveled frequently, she had even become one of the airline’s most important VIP customers.

Wen Tang gave the flight attendant a distant smile. She was somewhat at a loss when faced with this kind of special treatment and could only reply, “Thank you. It has been a very pleasant flight.”

The chief purser exchanged a few more polite words with her before finally leaving.

Once the woman was gone, Wen Tang closed her eyes and tried to sort through the tangled mess in her mind.

Wen Tang. Cardiac surgeon. As a child, she had a playmate named Fu Xuan, and their mothers were close friends…

Everything matched.

Every detail in her memories matched the novel titled After His Girlfriend Died, He Was Overcome with Regret.

It was an abusive romance novel, the typical kind in which the male lead only began his wife-chasing crematorium after the female lead died.

Wen Tang had originally looked down on novels like that. Unfortunately, while she was supervising interns, one undergraduate student had been completely obsessed with the book and recommended it to everyone she met. Forget Wen Tang—even several of the younger associate department directors had heard most of the plot by the end.

Later, one of Wen Tang’s senior colleagues had joked that a supporting female character in the novel shared both her first and last name, so she had better be careful not to transmigrate into the story.

Well.

Her senior had actually predicted it.

If Wen Tang could ever return, she would definitely ask that “immortal prophet” of a senior to withdraw her divine powers.

Jokes aside, Wen Tang did not truly expect to return to her original world. When the accident happened, she had been in the dormitory while her roommates were on duty. After calling emergency services, she had lost consciousness.

In any case, she had been an orphan there and had no one she was particularly attached to.

When she thought about it that way, the thing she worried about most was actually the paper she had submitted to a Nature-affiliated journal. She wondered whether it would be accepted and whether she would still need to perform additional experiments.

If that paper had been accepted, the next twenty years of her career would at least have been smooth sailing.

What a pity.

She had transmigrated into a novel, and now everything had to begin again from scratch.

However, the most urgent matter was not the future development of her career. It was escaping the death that awaited “Wen Tang” in the original plot.

She had resuscitated and saved countless patients, which made her understand more clearly than most—

Only those who remained alive had the right to speak of tomorrow.

In the novel, “Wen Tang” did not return home after completing her studies until the second half of the story. By then, the female lead had already been forced to give herself to the male lead because of her mother’s enormous medical bills.

As for the male lead—that utter scumbag—after being rejected once by his white moonlight, “Wen Tang,” he found a woman who resembled her somewhat and used her as a substitute. Every day, he subjected the female lead to emotional abuse. Sometimes, he even beat and kicked her, tormenting her in every possible way.

In the end, the female lead’s mother died, and the female lead herself succumbed to depression. Only then did the scumbag realize that he had fallen in love with her.

Rather than reflecting on his own actions, he blamed everything on his white moonlight, eventually destroying her entire family as well.

Every time Wen Tang thought about it, rage surged through her.

Female lead, was hurting yourself really the only method of revenge you could think of against that scumbag?

Had it been Wen Tang, she would at least have dragged him down with her and made sure they destroyed each other!

She had checked the current timeline. The female lead had only transferred back to Huadu Television Station a year ago. She had not yet become the host of that matchmaking program, and Fu Xuan would not yet notice her because she dressed similarly to “Wen Tang” while he appeared as a guest on the show.

There was still time.

If possible, Wen Tang did not merely want to save her own life. She also wanted to give the female lead a chance to choose.

If the female lead and the scumbag truly were “one willing to strike and the other willing to endure it,” then Wen Tang would accept that she was a dog catching mice—meddling in something that was none of her business.

But if the female lead did not like the scumbag, then she should not be taken advantage of by human trash while she was vulnerable.

That was also why Wen Tang had chosen to return home now, even though the plot involving “Wen Tang” was not supposed to begin for nearly another two years.

The plane soon landed at Huadu International Airport, where customs officers welcomed each passenger back to the country.

After collecting her checked luggage, Wen Tang headed toward the exit while yawning.

Bang—!

A violent collision rang out.

“Hiss—” A sharp pain suddenly shot through her shoulder, and she sucked in a breath.

The impact sent her stumbling several steps backward, jolting her instantly out of her drowsy state.

“Damn it!” Rubbing her shoulder, Wen Tang cursed under her breath and abruptly raised her head to glare at the person who had run into her.

The rest of her reprimand rushed to her lips—only to be forcibly swallowed back down.

Standing opposite her was a young woman in a pale pink dress.

She had large, round almond-shaped eyes and long black hair tied into a flower-bud bun. Small, lustrous pearls hung beside her ears. She looked like a peach blossom blooming on a spring branch, smiling sweetly at Wen Tang amid a sea of flowers.

Wen Tang had always been very patient with women, especially beautiful ones. She immediately put away the anger on her face and apologized, “I’m sorry. I was a little distracted just now and wasn’t watching where I was going. Did I hurt you?”

“It’s all right. It was my fault. I was looking at my phone.” The young woman’s voice was as sweet as her appearance, like a soft, peach-flavored marshmallow.

Wen Tang felt as though a spoonful of honey had slid down her throat, covering the bitterness of the tea and flowing directly into the tip of her heart.

She was hopelessly attracted to beautiful faces, and sweet-looking women were her particular weakness. When the woman did not show any obvious rejection, Wen Tang’s shameless courage immediately shot upward.

“Still, it’s my honor to meet such a beautiful young lady because of it.” She took the initiative to extend her right hand. “Why don’t we get acquainted, pretty sister? My name is Wen Tang.”

An unreadable emotion flashed through the young woman’s eyes, so quickly that Wen Tang thought she might have imagined it.

The woman then immediately smiled sweetly and shook Wen Tang’s hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Wen.”

Before Wen Tang could react, the woman waved her illuminated phone screen and said, “I’m sorry, but I have something urgent to take care of. I have to go.”

Dr. Wen?

Only after the woman had walked away did Wen Tang stare after her in realization, confusion rising inside her.

How did she know that “Wen Tang” held a doctorate?

Could she know “Wen Tang”?

But that did not make sense. As the male lead’s white moonlight, the “Wen Tang” in the novel had no particularly close friends in the country. She had devoted herself entirely to her studies and rarely went out to socialize. Aside from her parents, the number of people she knew well did not even reach double digits.

If that woman did not know “Wen Tang,” then her behavior had been far too strange.

Besides, Wen Tang kept feeling that the sweet young woman’s softly contoured face looked familiar, yet she could not figure out what exactly she recognized.

Forget it. If she could not remember, there was no point forcing herself.

Things would naturally work themselves out when the time came.

Dragging her suitcase out of the airport, Wen Tang did not notice that the young woman from earlier had not gone far.

She was hiding in a nearby corner, staring fixedly at Wen Tang’s retreating back. The complicated darkness in her eyes resembled a bottomless abyss devoid of even the faintest trace of light.

“Dr. Wen? Doctor Wen Tang? Do you really deserve to call yourself a doctor…?”

“Bound to health, entrusted with life… Hah. What oath? It’s all bullshit!”

She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails nearly tore through her skin. Regret and fury surged through her like a tsunami, while the small boat of her reason was torn apart by a raging storm.

When she saw Wen Tang crossing the road, she wanted nothing more than to rush forward and shove her into the middle of the street, then watch as the passing vehicles sent her flying…

She hated her so much!

But there was no need to rush.

No need to rush—

She warned herself to take things one step at a time.

One day, she would send that scumbag man and vile woman straight to hell!

For now, she would let them enjoy a few more days of peace.

“Xiao Shi? Xiao Shi?” Someone beside her interrupted her thoughts. “What’s wrong? Are you too tired?”

She suppressed the anger that had surfaced at the wrong time and put on a harmless smile, feigning apology.

“I’m sorry, Director. I was just thinking about the new program.”

“Oh, don’t put too much pressure on yourself. You did very well on this business trip. Just look—how many people can independently host a program so soon after graduating?”

“I understand. I’ll work hard and make sure I don’t disappoint you.” She lowered her head, revealing her fair, slender neck. She looked even more like a flower trembling helplessly in the wind, delicate enough to inspire pity.

She knew perfectly well what kind of girls powerful people preferred.

Gentle yet resilient.

On the one hand, they had to appear fragile enough to awaken someone’s protective instincts. On the other, they could not truly be so weak that they collapsed at the slightest setback.

What those people loved most were beautiful flowers that shivered in the wind and rain.

Sure enough, from the corner of her eye, she saw the station director smile in satisfaction.