Jiang Yi never imagined she’d be so unlucky. Transmigrated, only to be doomed to an early death! Was she destined for a short life?
Even as the dismissal bell rang, Jiang Yi remained bewildered.
Walking from the gymnasium to the teaching building, each step felt heavier than all her previous sixteen years combined.
Anyone learning they were set to kick the bucket in four and a half years would be devastated—Jiang Yi felt like a terminal cancer patient.
Fate was truly a cruel mistress.
This 18+ novel told the story of Jiang Sixian, a renowned Omega heiress in Yun City, who, at her twenty-fourth birthday party, encountered a stand-in who resembled her white moonlight. A series of misunderstandings led to a sexual encounter, eventually evolving into a kept-woman arrangement.
The novel was a standard 18+ affair—full of explicit content.
The two protagonists, entangled in the white moonlight/stand-in dynamic, experienced both angst and sweet moments, followed by more explicit content.
As the deceased yet impactful white moonlight, Jiang Yi’s role in the book was described thus: The illegitimate child of Jiang Sixian’s mother’s new girlfriend, yet surprisingly sunny.
The book stated: “Despite sharing an unfortunate childhood, unlike Jiang Sixian, who masked her vulnerability with indifference, pretending to be strong, Jiang Yi possessed genuine strength.”
“She was like a warm ray of sunshine, guiding Jiang Sixian to become a better person.”
“Countless nights, Jiang Sixian would recall the hand extended towards her—warm, strong, pulling her from the abyss of fear. It was because of Jiang Yi that she felt being an Omega wasn’t so bad after all.”
Look at that description! Wasn’t that referring to the incident a few days ago when she’d helped Jiang Sixian?
And her words defending Omegas in the restroom—that probably contributed to Jiang Sixian’s favorable impression!
This was the classic “saving the kitten” trope, designed to make the audience and the protagonist develop feelings for the character!
According to typical romance novel logic, this kind of favorable impression clearly marked the beginning of love!
But Jiang Sixian’s love was a death sentence for Jiang Yi. Being loved by her meant certain death.
Was there any way to reverse this now?
Logically, as someone transmigrated into a relatively significant role, she should have some means of self-preservation!
Other transmigrated characters—like villainous supporting females—could avoid interacting with the protagonist and live happily ever after. There was no reason she, armed with the script, should be forced to follow the predetermined ending.
So, following the solutions of other transmigrators, should she avoid Jiang Sixian, avoid any actions that might garner her favor, and absolutely refuse any romantic involvement to escape her short lifespan?
She’d lived in this world for almost sixteen years, building a new life, a real life. Unlike those suddenly transported, she didn’t want to die young!
Jiang Yi’s mind raced, filled with thoughts of how to avoid falling for Jiang Sixian and continue her carefree existence.
Lost in thought, she stumbled towards her classroom, pulled her backpack from her desk, and headed for the back door.
Like a wandering spirit, she’d barely stepped out when she collided head-on with someone.
Tall and sturdy, she merely stumbled back a few steps. The other person wasn’t so lucky, falling to the ground with a soft gasp.
“Hey! Watch where you’re going!”
A cold voice snapped Jiang Yi back to reality. She looked up and saw a girl with short hair standing before her.
The girl was pretty, but her expression was stern, her gaze filled with annoyance.
The short-haired girl bent down and helped the fallen girl to her feet. Jiang Yi looked down and realized it was Jiang Sixian, the very person she was trying to avoid.
Jiang Yi gasped and took a step back.
The short-haired girl continued to complain, “Be more careful next time!”
Looking down at Jiang Sixian, she asked gently, “Xianxian, are you alright?”
Jiang Sixian shook her head. “I’m fine.” She looked up at Jiang Yi.
Jiang Yi clutched her backpack and took another step back.
Seeing her recoil as if from a snake, Jiang Sixian frowned in confusion. The short-haired girl, however, had seen enough. Pointing at Jiang Yi, she said coldly, “You bumped into Xianxian. Apologize.”
Jiang Sixian’s gaze remained on Jiang Yi, but she said dismissively, “She probably didn’t mean to. No need to apologize.”
She then looked at Jiang Yi and asked, “Right, Jiang Yi?”
Jiang Yi cleared her throat, deciding on a reverse strategy. Lifting her chin haughtily, she sneered, “Yeah, I didn’t mean to. It’s not like she’s the only one I’ve bumped into!”
Mimicking the obnoxious girl from earlier, she scoffed, “She didn’t ask for an apology. Why are you barking like a dog?”
With that, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and strode away.
“You!”
The short-haired girl, speechless with rage, pointed at Jiang Yi’s retreating back.
Jiang Sixian watched thoughtfully as Jiang Yi left, her brow furrowed.
She’d thought that after their initial greeting, they could have a good start, get along well. After all, Jiang Yi had helped her, and she harbored no ill will.
So why, when she revealed her identity and tried to connect, was Jiang Yi’s attitude so peculiar?
Could it be that Jiang Yi disliked her? Or perhaps, disliked her background?
Jiang Yi hurried away from Jiang Sixian, faintly hearing her companion complaining about her rudeness as she reached the stairs.
Hearing this, Jiang Yi descended the stairs, practically skipping with joy.
Let them talk! The more they talked, the better! Hopefully, Jiang Sixian would start to dislike her!
That way, she wouldn’t become Jiang Sixian’s white moonlight, and her life would be spared!
She had a bright future ahead; she refused to die young!
Jiang Yi practically flew to the school gate, hopped into Sister Xiao Qin’s car, and spent the ride home brainstorming ways to avoid becoming Jiang Sixian’s white moonlight.
She was so engrossed that she didn’t even play games, a rare occurrence. Sister Xiao Qin glanced at her through the rearview mirror and teased, “What’s up with you today, Xiao Yi? No games? Thinking about homework?”
Jiang Yi replied seriously, “No, I’m contemplating life!”
Sister Xiao Qin burst out laughing.
Hey! Don’t laugh! She really was contemplating life!
After much deliberation, Jiang Yi decided the best course of action was to encourage Jiang Qionghua and Ning Wenying to get married.
She was a good person, incapable of doing anything to traumatize Jiang Sixian. It wasn’t in her nature.
But getting Jiang Qionghua and Ning Wenying married was different. Once they were married, she and Jiang Sixian would be stepsisters!
And everyone knew stepsister romances were forbidden on Jinjiang! They’d be banned and taken down!
Moreover, with that relationship in place, Jiang Sixian, out of consideration for her mother, wouldn’t cross that line.
After all, the novel occasionally mentioned how much Jiang Sixian cared for her mother.
With her plan set, Jiang Yi decided to sound out Jiang Qionghua. If she was inclined, she shouldn’t hesitate. Just get married to Ning Wenying and nip Jiang Sixian’s budding feelings in the bud!
Driven by this thought, Jiang Yi, upon arriving home, did something unprecedented—she called Jiang Qionghua and asked when she’d be home for dinner.
Jiang Qionghua sounded surprised. “I have a meeting tonight…”
Then, realizing Jiang Yi wanted to have dinner together, she quickly added, “But it’s not important. I can come home early. Do you want to have dinner together?”
Jiang Yi nodded. “If you come home early, I’ll wait for you.”
Jiang Qionghua cleared her throat. “Alright.”
After hanging up, Jiang Qionghua instructed her assistant to cancel the meeting and happily headed home.
Around 7:30 pm, Jiang Qionghua finally arrived.
Jiang Yi, starving after waiting, sat at the table, giving her a blank stare.
Seeing her daughter’s hangry expression, Jiang Qionghua felt a pang of guilt. After sitting down, she said, “You could have eaten earlier if you were hungry.”
Jiang Yi scooped herself a bowl of rice and said nonchalantly, “It’s fine, I’m not that hungry.”
Her stomach, however, disagreed, letting out a loud growl.
Jiang Qionghua looked down at her stomach, and an awkward silence filled the air.
Finally, Jiang Qionghua cleared her throat, scooped some rice for herself, and asked casually while eating, “Getting used to school?”
“It’s okay.”
“Need anything?”
“No.”
“Made any new friends?”
“Probably.”
Their conversation was stilted, Jiang Yi’s responses brief and indifferent. While talking, she observed Jiang Qionghua, realizing this vibrant forty-year-old woman was a bit like a clumsy, old-fashioned dad.
Thinking about it, she didn’t really dislike Jiang Qionghua. Her mother hadn’t loved Jiang Qionghua; it had just been a one-night stand.
But Jiang Qionghua was still her biological mother.
Jiang Yi put down her bowl and looked up at Jiang Qionghua. “We’re having dinner with Auntie Ning tomorrow. What are your plans? Are you going to marry her? Isn’t it inappropriate to just live together without getting married?”
Her sudden question caught Jiang Qionghua off guard, causing her to choke on her soup and cough violently.
