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

The little chubby one wasn’t afraid at all, letting her pinch and knead its chubby cheeks before plopping down beside Yan Yu, nestling close and lifting her hand onto its head.

Its size was still much larger than a house cat, a plump black-and-white ball pressing against Yan Yu’s beautiful face, painting a picture of serene companionship and deep master-servant affection.

But for some reason, Yin Beiqing found this displeasing and, with an itching hand, grabbed Panpan by the scruff of its neck to lift it up. “Move aside.”

Panpan propped itself up on the bed with its hind legs, its two front paws defiantly planted on its hips. Its already short neck disappeared entirely as it shrugged its shoulders. “No need to be so fierce!”

Yin Beiqing lowered her eyelids, her sharp gaze meeting Panpan’s. The moment their eyes locked, the little creature immediately lost its nerve and softened.

“You could’ve just asked nicely, and I would’ve listened,” it muttered quietly, shuffling aside obediently and retreating with surprising speed.

Yin Beiqing tugged at the corner of her mouth, wearing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

At least this little thing knew its place.

She raised her hand to lower the bed curtains, removed her shoes, and lay down beside Yan Yu. Propping her head on her hand, she gazed lingeringly at Yan Yu’s pale, sleeping face.

If you called this person timid, yet she dared to threaten her with a hairpin. But if you called her brave, she was also someone who feared death immensely.

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

The reason she never used hand seals wasn’t because she preferred not to, but because this hand had been injured too severely back then. Even a little extra exertion would cause a dull ache, and using hand seals would affect the speed of her Spiritual Technique release. She found it bothersome.

Around the age of sixteen or seventeen, on a certain summer day, the only old servant still willing to attend to her—entrusted by her father—hurriedly woke her up in the early hours of the morning.

Though the sky was still dark, their doorstep was ablaze with torchlight. Once again, it was a pack of hyenas, lured by the bounty, shouting to execute her on the spot.

The old servant led her to escape through the back mountain, but they were soon caught up. The leader, brandishing a large blade, eagerly swung it down toward her.

Just as Yin Beiqing closed her eyes and resigned herself to death, the old servant let out a startled cry and threw herself forward recklessly, wrapping her arms around her.

It was an unwritten rule among the people that Animal Art Masters must not use their physical prowess or Spirit Power to harm, let alone kill, civilians.

Yet that so-called righteous warrior still swung the blade down. The large knife sliced through the old servant’s hunched back, followed by a flood of crimson. Yin Beiqing’s nostrils were instantly filled with the scent of blood—a smell she could never forget, even now. That was why she detested it so deeply.

Stirred by the old servant’s death, Yin Beiqing’s emotions erupted. Her Spirit Power surged, summoning Ji Wu, allowing her to turn the tables and save herself. But in the process, she lost parts of her memory, leaving only fragmented recollections of her life before adulthood.

She couldn’t recall the servant’s name, her face, or her last words. All she remembered were her tear-filled eyes and the rough, trembling hands that had stroked her cheeks.

Yan Yu’s hands were different—smooth, delicate, and soft as if boneless. Yet earlier, in the pool, when Yan Yu had held her and gazed at her with such gentle eyes, Yin Beiqing had instinctively been reminded of that old servant who had tried to stop a chariot with her bare arms.

The same warmth, the feeling of being cared for—it had been so long since she had experienced it.

Yin Beiqing slowly drew her knees up, wrapping her arms around her shoulders. Her own body temperature was warm, but this kind of warmth wasn’t what she truly desired.

So she took Yan Yu’s hands, placing one on her own shoulder and the other on her waist, trying to mimic the way Yan Yu had held her earlier. But after fumbling for a while, it only grew more awkward.

Impatiently, she furrowed her brow and simply reached out her own hand, wrapping it around Yan Yu’s slender waist and pulling her into her embrace.

Yan Yu’s breathing was faint, so faint it seemed as if it might dissolve into a wisp of smoke. Her lips were as pale as paper, yet her cheeks were flushed with an unnatural redness. Her long, delicate eyelashes trembled restlessly—but this was proof she was still alive.

Yin Beiqing tightened her grip on Yan Yu’s wrist, feeling the stubborn pulse still beating.

“Little goddess, wake up.”

Your believer needs you.

…

Unlike the last time she fell unconscious, Yan Yu now had a long dream. She dreamed of her long-unseen sister, the one she had once considered the perfect role model.

The scene shifted to her university days, when her sister brought her boyfriend home for the first time. He was polite and handsome, standing beside her outstanding sister like a perfect match.

They had been classmates for years, familiar and inseparable. With their parents’ approval, they quickly married and had a child. But what was expected to be a warm, happy family drama came to an abrupt end.

Just a month after the child was born, her sister returned to their parents’ home, holding the baby in her arms.

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

It turned out he had never liked Yan Yu’s sister from the start. He simply couldn’t bear the thought of his family name ending with his generation, so he had put on that act.

Fortunately, her sister was composed enough to quietly gather all the evidence and successfully secure custody of the child in court. Yan Yu and their parents were all deceived by her strong facade, nearly overlooking her psychological struggles.

The one who hurt her wasn’t a stranger but someone she thought she knew inside out—her closest kin. She began to torment herself until her family discovered it and forcibly sent her to a psychiatric hospital.

This was also why Yan Yu harbored such intense disgust for this book. In Yin Beiqing and those female supporting characters, she saw the shadow of her own sister—innocent, outstanding women drained of their value by the male lead and heartlessly discarded.

Perhaps stirred by Yan Yu’s emotions, the scene before her suddenly began to flash rapidly. Through layers of shadows, she saw her disheveled sister picking up a sharp knife again, repeatedly slashing and stabbing her own arm.

As the knife rose and fell, just before it pierced the skin, Yan Yu cried out in fear, “No! Don’t—”

Yin Beiqing, lying beside her, trembled at the sound of the hoarse murmurs in her ear and opened her eyes, only then realizing she had fallen asleep at some point.

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

Their gazes met, Yan Yu’s eyes moist with tears. Yin Beiqing was momentarily stunned. Even when facing the threat of death, she had never seen such a soft, fragile look on Yan Yu’s face—like a helpless child seeking the comfort of a parent.

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

“Don’t die, don’t die, don’t die…”

Yin Beiqing’s arms hung limply at her sides, her gaze fixed on an empty point in the air. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do in this moment.

The person in her arms seemed deeply distressed, but comforting others was something she simply couldn’t do.

No one had ever taught her how.

“You…”

Huh?

Hearing Yin Beiqing’s voice, Yan Yu finally snapped back to her senses.

Was she crazy! What was she doing!

Before Yin Beiqing could finish speaking, she saw the woman in her arms calmly wipe away her tears, already wearing an expression that suggested she intended to pretend nothing had just happened.

“Let me see your arm.” Her voice still carried a nasal tone, but her tone was deliberately grave and serious.

“See what.” Yin Beiqing felt her own temper was simply too good. In the past, anyone who dared speak to her like this would have long been torn apart and fed to the wolves.

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

Thanks to Panpan’s healing art, Yin Beiqing’s Spirit Power had recovered rapidly, so her self-healing ability had also improved. The wounds she had inflicted on her arm during her loss of control had mostly healed, leaving only faint pink marks on the surface of the skin.

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

Truthfully, Yan Yu didn’t even know what she was worried about. After all, the woman before her was the formidable female lead Yin Beiqing, who, after turning dark, could overpower three top-tier Animal Art Masters combined.

The corner of Yin Beiqing’s mouth involuntarily lifted. “So worried about me?”

Yan Yu nodded. “Yes, quite worried about you.”

Just as Yin Beiqing was about to say something more, she heard Yan Yu continue.

“After all, while I was unconscious, the Valley Master personally fed me medicine. This is just my way of returning the favor.”

Perhaps due to the awakening of her Animal Spirit, Yan Yu found her spiritual awareness much richer than before. While unconscious, though she couldn’t speak or move, she could still hear the sounds and movements around her.

The smile instantly vanished from Yin Beiqing’s face, replaced by an irritated feeling of having shot herself in the foot.

“I was just afraid you’d die and there’d be no more fun.” She leaned closer to Yan Yu’s face, her silver eyes dark and profound as they met Yan Yu’s gaze. “Little Goddess, your good days have only just begun.”

Author’s Note:

You’re so stubborn, so stubborn! (Frustrated and disappointed)