Transmigrated as the Scumbag Ex-Lover of the White Lotus Female Supporting Character (GL) - Chapter 2

Shang Weiqing had overestimated Pei Wu’s mental state. The moment Shang Weiqing hugged her, Pei Wu exhibited an extremely strong resistance. She struggled almost frantically, broke free from Shang Weiqing’s embrace, and, as if stimulated, shrank into a corner.

Pei Wu looked frail, but her strength was considerable. Before Shang Weiqing could react, she was pushed back a few steps, slightly bewildered.

Shang Weiqing hesitantly began, “You…”

“A-Wu.” Grandma Pei rushed into the room when she heard the commotion, turned on the light, and gently hugged and comforted her. “Don’t be afraid, okay? She is not a bad person and won’t hurt you. Grandma is still here, right? Don’t be scared.”

Pei Wu’s trembling body gradually calmed down under Grandma Pei’s soft words. She seemed to be self-soothing, “Yes, no one can bully me. Grandma will protect me.”

Shang Weiqing pursed her lips, silently watching Pei Wu’s series of abnormal actions, suddenly feeling that Pei Wu’s situation was worse than she had imagined.

After Pei Wu calmed down, Grandma Pei finally left. Shang Weiqing glanced at Pei Wu, who was still sitting with her knees hugged, her head buried deeply between them.

She looked completely guarded, isolating herself from the light, content to sink into the darkness.

Shang Weiqing withdrew her gaze and left with Grandma Pei.

In the kitchen, Shang Weiqing helped Grandma Pei prep vegetables while listening to her talk. “A-Wu’s mental state hasn’t been stable for the past month or two. It’s good one moment and bad the next. She doesn’t like to go out. I’ve told her to get some sun, but she refuses stubbornly.”

Grandma Pei sighed. “When she acts up, she is like a mad person, crying and shouting loudly. She acts the same way when she sees a stranger. She often stays inside the house and doesn’t come out.”

“But why not see a doctor?” Shang Weiqing asked.

Grandma Pei sliced potatoes. “It’s no use. A-Wu resists the hospital too much. I could see she was in a lot of pain at the hospital, and I couldn’t bear it. Since nothing seemed to work anyway, I brought her back to our old home.”

Shang Weiqing looked at the cabbage she had finished prepping and fell silent. Grandma Pei, seeing she was done, said, “Xiao Qing, help me pick some tomatoes from the front courtyard.”

“Oh, okay.”

Grandma Pei’s home grew a lot of vegetables and fruits. The “front courtyard” wasn’t so much a courtyard as a wide area in front of the main gate. Far in the distance were the continuous green mountains and clouds.

After Shang Weiqing finished picking, she noticed a cluster of hibiscus flowers growing nearby.

She loved flowers and instinctively reached out to touch them.

“Don’t pick it.” A slightly hoarse and cold voice rang out. Shang Weiqing turned around and saw Pei Wu standing on the walkway in front of the door, looking at her expressionlessly.

The walkway in front of the gate was a bit high, as the front garden was lower than the main entrance, so stone steps were built to facilitate movement between the front garden and the walkway.

Pei Wu stood on the edge of the walkway, creating a sense of looking down. From Shang Weiqing’s perspective, Pei Wu’s face was illuminated by the sun, making it look almost transparent. She was wearing a simple white dress, her ink-black hair trailing down to her lower back. Her eyes, however, were intensely contradictory to the fierce sunlight, carrying a coldness of apathy and death.

“That’s hibiscus. It’s mine. Don’t pick it,” she said. Her speech was a little slow, perhaps from not speaking often.

Shang Weiqing raised an eyebrow indifferently, looked at her, and smiled warmly, “You’re up. I thought you were going to sleep until night.”

Pei Wu continued to stare at her coldly, silent.

Shang Weiqing noticed Pei Wu wasn’t wearing shoes and stepped up the stone stairs. “Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”

Seeing her approach, Pei Wu took a step back, tilted her head slightly, her tone laced with ice chips. “What’s it to you? Shang Weiqing, what right do you have to manage me?”

Shang Weiqing: “…” She actually couldn’t answer.

Seeing her silence, Pei Wu pulled at the corners of her mouth, expressionless. “Can’t speak? I don’t know why you came to my house, whether it’s to mock me or ridicule me, but if you know what’s good for you, get lost and go back.”

Shang Weiqing knew about the entanglement between Pei Wu and the original host. She took the abuse as being directed at the original host and not herself. Thinking this way, she felt somewhat relieved.

She walked closer, right up to Pei Wu, close enough to see the fragmented sunlight in Pei Wu’s eyes. She smiled softly. “Funny enough, my biggest virtue is that I don’t know what’s good for me. I can’t leave.”

Up close, Shang Weiqing genuinely thought Pei Wu was incredibly beautiful. Her willow-leaf eyebrows were long and slender like distant mountains, and the corners of her eyes were somewhat narrow, lending her a look of unwarranted indifference when she looked straight at people. When her eyes were lowered slightly, she exuded a gentle calmness. She truly had the makings of a classical beauty. No wonder the original host had been moved.

Her current appearance was not far from her original looks, which were also very attractive.

But she had a different style than Pei Wu. Beauty is in the bone, not just the skin. Simply looking at her, Pei Wu’s skin, flesh, and bone structure were all imbued with a gentle, elegant grace.

Pei Wu’s eyes tilted up a bit. Her face was pale, making her features look frail and her qi weak, but her contempt was undiminished. “I think you’re the sick one, and more seriously than me.”

Shang Weiqing let out a laugh, her tone gentle. “Who knows?”

“Why exactly did you come here?” Pei Wu demanded coldly. “Didn’t you already run off abroad? What, you couldn’t stand it there either?”

“Why aren’t you wearing shoes?” Shang Weiqing didn’t answer her question, instead changing the subject abruptly.

The walkway was concrete, scorched hot by the summer temperature. Shang Weiqing was worried about Pei Wu’s feet.

Unfortunately, Pei Wu didn’t appreciate her concern. Seeing that she wouldn’t answer, she didn’t bother to press further. She languidly lifted her eyelids, her expression looking tired and emotionless, swept a glance over Shang Weiqing, ignored her comment, composed herself, and turned back into the room.

Shang Weiqing could clearly feel that Pei Wu did not welcome her, which was normal. Who would greet a scumbag ex-lover with a pleasant expression?

Although none of this was her doing, she still had to bear the original host’s burden.

It seemed this mission would be a long and difficult journey.

At dinner, Grandma Pei went to feed the chickens first. Only the two of them were at the table. Pei Wu sat across from her, eating distractedly with her head lowered. Her appetite didn’t seem great; she had barely touched her bowl of rice but was constantly drinking soup.

The soup was freshly served and still scalding hot. Pei Wu drank it spoonful by spoonful, as if she couldn’t feel the heat, her expression calm. Anyone watching would think she was drinking cold water.

Shang Weiqing watched her a few times, then couldn’t help but say, “…Don’t drink it so fast.”

Pei Wu paused her movement, lifted her eyelids to briefly glance at her, then lowered her gaze and continued drinking, ignoring her words.

Shang Weiqing’s “mother hen” heart ignited again, and she advised earnestly, “You should blow on the soup to cool it down before drinking. Drinking it so hot will damage your oral mucosa, and it will upset your stomach…”

Pei Wu sounded impatient and interrupted her directly, “Do you know what this soup looks like?”

Shang Weiqing was stunned. “What?”

Pei Wu put down her spoon, rested her face in her hands, and smiled ambiguously. “It looks like brain matter.”

She looked at the tofu and egg drop soup in front of her. “The tofu is brain matter, and the tomatoes are fresh blood. Doesn’t it look like brain matter splattered out from a smashed skull?”

Shang Weiqing: “…”

This kind of gruesome talk coming from the harmless-looking Pei Wu was not only jarring but also strangely chilling.

The system said the female supporting character was mentally unstable, and it seemed that wasn’t a lie. Who says something like this while eating?!

Seeing Shang Weiqing’s slightly stiff face, the other person curled her lips into a malicious smile, satisfied, and picked up a piece of braised tofu strips with her chopsticks.

After what she said, Shang Weiqing lost her appetite, but her inherent competitive spirit flared up. She tried to subtly retort, “It doesn’t look like that to me. These tofu strips look more like horsehair worms.”

Pei Wu didn’t understand and tilted her head in confusion.

Shang Weiqing organized her words. “I saw a movie once. Horsehair worms would drill into a person’s stomach, and then all of them would crawl out from all parts of the body like spinning silk. They look exactly like these tofu strips.”

Pei Wu’s hand holding the tofu strips froze. She stared at Shang Weiqing with displeasure, expressing her dissatisfaction without a change in expression.

Shang Weiqing had only spoken impulsively to tease her. Afraid that this difficult person might go crazy again, she tried to mend the situation. “Of course, there is still a difference. For example, this can be eaten, but horsehair worms cannot, right?”

It was a redundant statement.

Pei Wu’s face grew colder. She seemed to think of something, then picked up a large serving of tofu strips and put them in Shang Weiqing’s bowl, a subtle, malevolent smile hooking her lips. “Then you should eat more. Brain matter paired with horsehair worms is the perfect combination.”

The perfect combination my foot.

Shang Weiqing couldn’t bring herself to eat it and wanted to refuse, but Grandma Pei walked in just then. Seeing Pei Wu actively putting food in Shang Weiqing’s bowl, she was delighted. “Xiao Qing, it’s rare for A-Wu to serve anyone food. You two really have a good relationship.”

Shang Weiqing’s refusal was choked back by Grandma Pei’s words. Looking at Grandma Pei’s expectant and relieved eyes, it seemed as though she wasn’t eating vegetables, but her granddaughter’s goodwill.

This meant she had no choice but to eat it.

Pei Wu blinked, her tone innocent. “Aren’t you going to eat it? Is the food my grandma made not delicious? Or are you refusing to eat what I served you?”

Her expression was rather pitiful.

…

Shang Weiqing gave a strained laugh. “I’ll eat it. Why wouldn’t I?”

She looked at the tofu strips in the bowl, involuntarily recalling the movie and her own words. It truly was hard to swallow.

What goes around comes around.

Shang Weiqing quickly stuffed the tofu strips into her mouth like she was cutting a complicated knot, swallowed haphazardly a few times, and then smiled slightly. “…It’s quite delicious.”

This person seems to have changed? Pei Wu thought secretly. She wouldn’t have been so agreeable before. Who is she trying to pretend for now? What’s the point?

A hypocritical woman, utterly boring.

Grandma Pei smiled kindly. “That’s good.”

She then turned her attention to Pei Wu. The innocence from moments ago had vanished, replaced by indifference. Pei Wu briefly met her gaze with a fleeting glance, then lowered her eyes and quietly drank her soup.

Shang Weiqing sighed inwardly.

This person’s mood swings were unpredictable, and she was truly difficult to get along with. It was clear that she did have some mental and psychological issues. The system’s warning about her “further darkening” was not baseless.

Since the other party disliked her so much, could she really stop her?

It seemed highly uncertain.

Author’s Note:

Shang Weiqing: My girlfriend is too venomous, what should I do?

Pei Wu: Just give me a kiss (Not really)

When a black-bellied person meets a black-bellied white lotus, even they get a little timid.

Thank you for reading!