I Snatched the Male Lead’s "Cool Novel" Script - Chapter 9

The little Tubby wasn’t afraid at all. After letting Yin Beiqing ravage its cheek meat, it wiggled its butt and curled up next to Yan Yu to lie down, arching its head to place her hand atop its own skull.

Its size was much larger than a house cat; the chubby black-and-white ball snuggled against Yan Yu’s beautiful face, creating a scene of tranquil harmony between master and servant.

However, Yin Beiqing somehow found this sight unpleasant to look at. With itchy hands, she grabbed Panpan by the scruff of the neck and hoisted it up. “Go stay over there.”

Panpan stood up on its hind legs on the mattress, tucking its front paws defiantly against its waist. Its already short, thick neck vanished into its shoulders as it shrugged. “Why are you being so mean!”

Yin Beiqing lowered her eyelids. The moment her sharp gaze met the creature’s, it immediately and spinelessly softened.

“I would have listened if you just asked nicely,” it muttered in a small voice, waddling away to make room. Its speed in admitting defeat was remarkable.

Yin Beiqing’s lips twitched in a cold, mirthless smile.

At least the little thing knows its place.

She raised her hand to let down the bed curtains, removed her shoes, and lay down beside Yan Yu. Resting her head on her hand, her gaze lingered on the girl’s pale, sleeping face.

To say this person was cowardly—she had dared to threaten her with a hairpin. Yet to say she was brave—she was someone desperately afraid of death.

Yin Beiqing raised her right hand, staring blankly at the scar on her palm.

She never used hand seals, not because she liked the flair of seal-less casting, but because this hand had been too severely injured in the past. Any bit of extra force caused a dull ache, which would slow down the release of her spirit arts. She found it a hindrance.

One summer when she was about sixteen or seventeen, acting on her father’s final request, the only old servant still willing to serve her had hurriedly woken her in the early hours of the morning.

Though dawn hadn’t yet broken, the area outside their home was filled with the light of a thousand torches. It was another pack of hyenas seeking a bounty, shouting to execute her on the spot.

The old servant led her to escape through the back mountains, but they were soon overtaken. The leader, clutching a great blade, couldn’t wait to cut her down.

Just as Yin Beiqing closed her eyes to accept her fate, the old servant cried out and threw herself forward, shielding Yin Beiqing in her arms.

It was an unwritten rule in the world that Beast Masters must not use their superior physique and soul power to harm or kill commoners.

Yet that so-called “man of justice” struck anyway. The heavy blade sliced through the old servant’s hunched back, followed by a world of red. Yin Beiqing’s nose was instantly filled with the scent of blood—a smell she could never forget even now, which was why she loathed it so much.

The trauma of the servant’s death caused a violent shift in Yin Beiqing’s emotions; her soul power surged, allowing her to summon Ji Wu and save herself through a counter-slaughter. But she lost part of her memory because of it; the fragments of her life before adulthood were scattered and incomplete.

She couldn’t remember the servant’s name, her face, or her final words. She only remembered eyes full of tears and a hand that was rough, withered, and trembling as it stroked her cheek.

Yan Yu’s hands were different from hers—smooth, delicate, and soft. Yet earlier in the spring, when she was held by her and looked at with those gentle eyes, Yin Beiqing had instinctively recalled that old servant who tried to stop a carriage with the strength of a mantis.

The same warmth, the feeling of being cared for—she hadn’t felt it in a very long time.

Yin Beiqing slowly pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Her own body temperature was scorching, but this warmth wasn’t what she wanted.

So, she took Yan Yu’s hands, placing one on her shoulder and one on her waist, trying to mimic the posture the girl had used to hug her earlier. But after a long time of fumbling, it only felt more awkward.

Frowning with impatience, she simply reached out her own hand, circled the other’s slender waist, and pulled her into her embrace.

Yan Yu’s breathing was light, so light it seemed it might dissolve into a wisp of smoke. Her lips were as white as paper, yet her cheeks flushed with an unnatural feverish glow. Her long eyelashes fluttered uneasily, but it was proof that she was still alive.

Yin Beiqing tightened her grip on her wrist, feeling the pulse that was still stubbornly beating.

“Little Goddess, wake up.”

Your believer needs you.

Unlike her previous coma, Yan Yu had a very long dream this time. She dreamed of her sister, whom she hadn’t seen in a long time—the woman she once considered the perfect role model.

The scene shifted to her university days. Her sister brought a boyfriend home for the first time; the man was polite and strikingly handsome, looking like a perfect match for her brilliant sister.

He and her sister had been classmates for years, familiar companions. After their parents gave their blessing, they quickly married and had a child. But the family drama she expected to be warm and fulfilling came to a screeching halt.

When the baby was just a month old, her sister returned to their parents’ home with the child.

In front of Yan Yu, her sister appeared incredibly calm. She pulled out a stack of photos—intimate pictures of her husband with another thin, pale man.

It turned out he had never liked Yan Yu’s sister; he simply couldn’t accept that his family name would end with his generation, so he put on a performance.

Fortunately, her sister was calm enough to silently gather all the evidence and successfully win custody in court. Yan Yu and her parents were fooled by her display of strength, nearly overlooking her psychological state.

The person who hurt her wasn’t a stranger; it was a loved one she thought she knew inside and out. She began to torment herself until her family found out and forcibly admitted her to a psychiatric hospital.

This was why Yan Yu’s loathing for this book was so heavy. In Yin Beiqing and the female supporting characters, she saw shadows of her own sister—innocent, outstanding women whose utility was drained by the male lead before being heartlessly discarded.

Perhaps because Yan Yu’s emotions were fluctuating, the images before her began to flash rapidly. Through layers of shadows, she saw her disheveled sister lifting a sharp knife once more to slash at her own arm.

The knife fell. The moment before it pierced the skin, Yan Yu cried out in fear, “No! Stop—!”

Lying beside her, Yin Beiqing heard the raspy sleep-talk in her ear. Her body jerked, and she opened her eyes, only then realizing she had fallen asleep at some point.

Just as she was about to test Yan Yu’s forehead for fever with the back of her hand, the girl suddenly opened her eyes.

Their gazes met—Yan Yu’s eyes were misty with moisture. Yin Beiqing was stunned for a moment; even when facing death threats, she had never seen such a soft, fragile look on Yan Yu’s face. She looked like a helpless child seeking a parent’s support.

The next moment, Yan Yu’s soft body pressed into a hug, clinging to her while trembling.

“Don’t die, don’t die, don’t die…”

Yin Beiqing’s arms hung at her sides, her vision landing on a void point in the air. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do at a time like this.

The person in her arms seemed very sad, but comforting people was something she was incapable of.

No one had ever taught her.

“You…”

Wait?

Hearing Yin Beiqing’s voice, Yan Yu finally cleared her head a little.

Am I crazy?! What am I doing?!

Before Yin Beiqing could finish her sentence, she saw the woman in her arms wipe away her tears with extreme composure, sporting an expression that clearly intended to pretend nothing had just happened.

“Show me your arm,” Yan Yu said. Her voice still had a nasal quality, but her tone was a forced, deep seriousness.

“Show you what?” Yin Beiqing felt her temper was simply too good. In the past, if anyone dared speak to her like this, they would have long since been fed to the wolves.

“Forget it, I’ll look myself.” Yan Yu pulled her arm over and pushed up the sleeve.

Because of Panpan’s Imperial Art, Yin Beiqing’s soul power had recovered rapidly, so her self-healing ability had also improved. The wounds she had carved into her arm when she lost control were mostly healed, leaving only a faint pink on the skin.

“It’s fine now.” Yan Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

In truth, Yan Yu didn’t know what she was worried about. The woman before her was the female lead, Yin Beiqing—someone so powerful that after she “blackened,” even three Special Grade Beast Masters combined couldn’t defeat her.

The corners of Yin Beiqing’s mouth turned up involuntarily. “Are you that worried about me?”

Yan Yu nodded. “I am quite worried about you.”

Yin Beiqing was about to say something more when she heard the girl continue.

“After all, while I was unconscious, the Valley Lord personally fed me medicine. Consider this me returning the favor.”

Perhaps due to the awakening of her beast soul, Yan Yu found her spiritual perception much richer than before. While unconscious, although she couldn’t speak or move, she could hear the movements and voices from the outside world.

The smile on Yin Beiqing’s face vanished instantly. She felt the unpleasant sensation of having shot herself in the foot.

“I only did it because I was afraid that if you died, I’d have no one to play with,” she said, leaning close to Yan Yu’s face. Her silver eyes were dark and deep. “Little Goddess, your ‘good days’ have only just begun.”