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

The little fatty was not afraid at all. After letting Yin Beiqing knead its cheek meat to her heart’s content, it stuck out its butt, nestled down beside Yan Yu, and arched Yan Yu’s hand onto its own little head.

Compared to a house cat, its body was still much larger. The chubby black-and-white ball pressed against Yan Yu’s beautiful face, looking like a peaceful scene of deep affection between master and servant.

But for some reason, Yin Beiqing found it displeasing to the eye. Her hand also itched terribly, so she grabbed Panpan by the back of its neck and lifted it up.

“Stay to the side.”

Panpan braced its hind paws against the bed and stood upright. Its two front paws were very unconvinced as they planted themselves on its waist. Its already short and thick neck disappeared completely when it hunched its shoulders.

“Why are you being so fierce!”

Yin Beiqing lowered her eyelids. The moment her sharp gaze met Panpan’s, the other party immediately lost all backbone and softened.

“If you speak nicely to me, I’ll listen too,” it muttered quietly, moving its body aside with happy little steps. Its speed in admitting defeat was extremely fast.

Yin Beiqing tugged at the corner of her mouth, wearing a smile that did not reach her eyes.

At least this little thing knew how to read the situation.

She raised her hand and lowered the bed curtains, took off her shoes, and lay down beside Yan Yu. Lying on her side, she propped her forehead with her hand, her gaze lingering over Yan Yu’s pale sleeping face.

If one said this person was timid, she had still dared to threaten Yin Beiqing with a hairpin. But if one said she was bold, she was also someone who feared death terribly.

Yin Beiqing raised her right hand and stared dazedly at the knife scar on her palm.

The reason she never used hand seals was not because she liked doing things that way. It was simply because this hand had once been injured too severely. On normal days, if she used just a bit too much force, it would ache faintly. Forming hand seals would affect the speed of her spiritual arts, and she found it troublesome.

Around one summer when she was sixteen or seventeen, entrusted by her father, the only old servant still willing to remain by her side hurriedly woke her at dawn.

Although the sky had not yet brightened, the entrance of their home was already lit with flames. Once again, a pack of hyenas had come for the bounty, shouting that they would execute her on the spot.

The old servant led her to flee through the back mountain, but before long, they were caught. The leader carried a large blade and impatiently swung it down at her.

Just as Yin Beiqing closed her eyes and accepted her fate, waiting for death, the old servant cried out in alarm and threw herself over without care, hugging Yin Beiqing tightly.

Beast Arts Masters were not allowed to rely on their superior physiques and soul power to harm or even kill civilians. This was an unwritten rule among the people.

But that so-called righteous person still swung the blade down. The large blade sliced open the old servant’s hunched back, and then Yin Beiqing’s vision was filled with red. Her nose was instantly filled with the smell of blood. Even now, that smell was hard to forget, which was why she hated it so much.

The death of the old servant greatly stimulated Yin Beiqing’s emotions. Her soul power surged, and she summoned Jiwu, allowing her to counterattack and save herself. But because of this, she also lost part of her memories. Everything before adulthood remained in fragmented pieces.

She could not remember the old servant’s name, appearance, or final words. She only remembered the tears filling her eyes, and the hand that stroked her cheek—rough, shriveled, and trembling uncontrollably.

Yan Yu’s hands were different from hers. They were smooth, delicate, and soft as if boneless. But earlier, in the pool, when she had been embraced by Yan Yu and looked at with such a gentle gaze, Yin Beiqing had instinctively remembered that old servant who had tried to stop a cart with a mantis’s arms.

The same warmth. The same feeling of being cared for.

She had not felt it in a very long time.

Yin Beiqing slowly bent her knees and wrapped both arms around her shoulders. Her own body temperature was very hot, but this kind of warmth was not what she wanted.

So she pulled Yan Yu’s hand over, placing one on her own shoulder and the other on her waist, wanting to imitate the posture Yan Yu had used to hug her earlier. But after fumbling with it for a long time, the more she adjusted, the more awkward it became.

She frowned impatiently. In the end, she simply reached out her own hand, wrapped it around Yan Yu’s slender waist, and pulled her into her arms.

Yan Yu’s breathing was very light, so light it seemed as though it might turn into a wisp of smoke and disperse. Her lips were as white as paper, but her cheeks were flushed with an unnatural red. Her long lashes trembled uneasily, yet this was proof that she was still alive.

Yin Beiqing tightened her grip around Yan Yu’s wrist, feeling the pulse that was still stubbornly beating.

“Little goddess, wake up.”

Your believer needs you.

…

Unlike the previous time she had fainted, Yan Yu had a very long dream this time.

She dreamed of her elder sister, whom she had not seen in a long time—the person she had once believed was the most perfect role model.

The scene shifted to when Yan Yu was in university. Her sister brought her boyfriend home for the first time. The other party was polite and outstanding in appearance. Standing together with her excellent sister, they looked like a golden boy and jade girl.

He and her sister had been classmates for many years. They knew each other well and had accompanied each other for a long time. After their parents nodded in approval, they quickly married and had a child. But the warm and complete family drama they thought would unfold stopped abruptly there.

When the child had just reached one month old, Yan Yu’s sister carried the baby back to her parents’ home.

In front of Yan Yu, her sister acted incomparably calm. She took out a stack of photos—intimate pictures of her husband and another thin, pale man.

It turned out that from the very beginning, he had never liked Yan Yu’s sister. He had only been unwilling to let his family surname end with his generation, which was why he had performed such an act.

Fortunately, her sister was calm enough. Without making a sound, she gathered all the evidence and successfully obtained custody of the child in court. Yan Yu and her parents had also been fooled by her strong appearance, nearly overlooking her psychological problems.

The person who hurt her was not a stranger. It was someone she had thought she knew inside and out, someone closest to her. She began tormenting herself until her family discovered it and forcibly sent her to a psychiatric hospital.

This was also why Yan Yu felt such strong disgust toward this book. From Yin Beiqing and those female supporting characters, she saw the shadow of her own sister—the image of innocent, outstanding women being squeezed dry of their value by the male lead, then abandoned without mercy.

Perhaps because Yan Yu’s emotions fluctuated, the scene before her suddenly began flickering rapidly. Through layers of shadow, she saw her disheveled sister pick up a sharp knife again and again, slicing and stabbing at her arm.

The hand rose, and the knife fell. At the instant before it pierced the skin, Yan Yu cried out in fear.

“No! Don’t—”

Yin Beiqing, lying beside her, heard the hoarse sleep-talk by her ear. Her body trembled, and she opened her eyes. Only then did she realize that she had fallen asleep at some point.

She was just about to use the back of her hand to test the temperature of Yan Yu’s forehead when Yan Yu suddenly opened her eyes.

Those eyes, damp with moisture, met hers. Yin Beiqing was stunned for a moment. Even when facing the threat of death before, she had never seen such a soft and fragile look on Yan Yu’s face. Like a helpless child seeking support from her guardian.

The next moment, Yan Yu’s soft body hugged her, trembling as she held on.

“Don’t die, don’t die, don’t die…”

Yin Beiqing’s arms hung at her sides. Her gaze fell on an empty point in midair. She did not know what she should do at this moment.

The person in her arms seemed very sad, but comforting people was not something she knew how to do.

No one had ever taught her.

“You…”

Damn?

Hearing Yin Beiqing’s voice, Yan Yu finally sobered up a little.

Was she insane? What was she doing?!

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

“Let me see your arm.” Her voice still carried a nasal sound, but her tone deliberately feigned deep seriousness.

“See what?” Yin Beiqing felt that her temper was simply far too good. If this had been in the past, anyone who dared speak to her like this would have long since been dismembered and fed to the wolves.

“Forget it. I’ll look myself.” Yan Yu pulled over her arm and lifted her sleeve.

Because of Panpan’s Healing Arts, Yin Beiqing’s soul power had recovered rapidly, so her self-healing ability had also returned. The wounds she had scratched onto her arms when she lost control earlier had mostly healed. Only a shallow flesh-pink color remained on the surface of her skin.

“It’s fine now.” Yan Yu let out a breath of relief.

In truth, even Yan Yu did not know what she was worrying about. The woman before her was clearly Yin Beiqing, the female lead who was so powerful that even three Special-rank Beast Arts Masters combined could not defeat her after she blackened.

The corner of Yin Beiqing’s mouth rose uncontrollably. “You were that worried about me?”

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

Yin Beiqing had just wanted to say something else when she heard Yan Yu continue.

“After all, when I was unconscious, the Valley Master personally fed me medicine. This can be considered returning courtesy with courtesy.”

Perhaps it was because her Beast Soul had awakened, but Yan Yu discovered that her spiritual awareness was much richer than before. When she was unconscious, although she could not speak or move, she could still hear the movements and sounds outside.

The smile on Yin Beiqing’s face instantly disappeared. In her heart, there was an unpleasant feeling of lifting a rock only to smash it onto her own foot.

“Wasn’t I just afraid that if you died, there’d be nothing left to play with?” She leaned closer to Yan Yu’s face. The silver eyes meeting hers were dark and deep. “Little goddess, your good days have only just begun.”