She stood frozen in place, clutching the photo frame in a daze for a long while. Jiang Sixian noticed her unusual state and approached with concern. “What’s wrong?”
Jiang Yi turned her head away, not wanting her to see the tears, and randomly grabbed a pajama set as she headed stiffly toward the bathroom. “Nothing. I’m going to shower.”
With that, she turned and entered the bathroom.
Jiang Sixian watched her retreating figure thoughtfully for a moment before walking to the wardrobe. There, she spotted the photo nestled among the clothes. A slight frown creased her brow—had Jiang Yi reacted to this photo just now?
A glimmer of hope lit in Jiang Sixian’s eyes. If that were truly the case, perhaps some part of her body still retained memories.
With this thought, Jiang Sixian changed into slippers and followed Jiang Yi into the bathroom.
Jiang Yi’s mind was in complete turmoil. The memory that had surfaced felt so vivid—she could even recall that this was taken during the late stages of Jiang Yi’s mother’s cancer battle, shortly before her passing.
But that was all she could remember. Everything else lay buried beneath the waters of that accident, like a sunken ship. Unless one dredged it up piece by piece, there was no way to reconstruct the whole picture.
Nearly seventeen years of memories were an incredibly heavy gift. Without careful searching, it would be impossible to piece them together.
Just processing that small fragment had left Jiang Yi utterly shaken. The emotions felt too real—her grief had surfaced instantly. She almost felt like these weren’t Jiang Yi’s memories at all, but her own.
That couldn’t be right. She’d only transmigrated into this world six years ago and clearly remembered her life before that. She shouldn’t be someone native to this world.
Wait—what if Jiang Yi wasn’t originally from this world either?
Most cliché novels had this trope: she—Jiang Yi—died in a car accident twenty-three years ago, then reincarnated into this world. After growing up here, she lost her memories again while saving Jiang Sixian from drowning, retaining only memories of her previous life.
Thinking this way, Jiang Yi concluded that if her life were a book, it would be some kind of cliché anthology. What kind of bastard author would come up with such a soap opera existence for her?
If this were true, wasn’t it a huge loss that she’d gone from being a perfectly good slacker-rich-second-generation to working as a bodyguard for no reason?
When given the rare chance to transmigrate, everyone hoped to become a wealthy heir, not some mountain village kid!
Jiang Yi’s thoughts spiraled further off track, completely failing to notice when the bathroom door opened and Jiang Sixian strode in unabashedly.
When Jiang Sixian embraced her from behind, Jiang Yi’s first instinct was to flip her over with a judo throw. But the moment her fingers closed around Jiang Sixian’s wrist, recognition flashed through her mind. She immediately spun around, gripping Jiang Sixian’s hand as she glared sharply at her.
Under the shower spray, Jiang Sixian tilted her head up and brushed aside the wet strands of Jiang Yi’s medium-length black hair clinging to her face.
Their bodies pressed close, breaths mingling as Jiang Sixian’s soft curves molded against Jiang Yi. With a light laugh, she murmured, “Jiang Yi, you’re hurting me.”
Jiang Yi instinctively looked down at Jiang Sixian’s wrist where she’d gripped it, noticing the reddened skin. Flustered, she released her hold. “Sorry… but don’t just barge in next time. I could really hurt you.”
Jiang Sixian shook her head. “Not there…”
Jiang Yi blinked. “Then where?”
Jiang Sixian lowered her eyes with a knowing smile. Following her gaze downward, Jiang Yi’s blood rushed to her face when she saw her own physical reaction. She hastily stepped back, turning away in embarrassment as she nearly shouted, “Jiang Sixian! Stop saying such nonsense! I wasn’t even—”
Before she could finish, Jiang Sixian embraced her from behind again, resting her chin on Jiang Yi’s shoulder as shower water cascaded over them both. “But you were,” she whispered. “Even if just briefly. Though I wonder… would regular alphas react this way too?”
Jiang Yi sighed. “No, it’s just a normal physiological response.” The moment the words left her mouth, she gasped sharply as her entire body flushed a startling shade of pink.
Tilting her head back in frustration, Jiang Yi nearly wailed, “Jiang Sixian, I told you I’m not your Jiang Yi! Isn’t this way too much enthusiasm for a one-night stand?!”
Unfazed, Jiang Sixian nibbled her shoulder and replied, “Omegas are all like this—hopelessly clingy toward their alphas.”
Jiang Yi gritted her teeth. “But I’m not yours! Are you even listening to me?” Damn it—she’d clearly explained she was a transmigrator (even if possibly a reincarnated one), but this overly affectionate Jiang Sixian was becoming impossible to handle.
Strangely, before today Jiang Yi had quite liked her. But now, beyond that fondness, she felt an intense surge of jealousy.
This jealousy seemed to radiate from the very bones of this body, as if it were petulantly demanding: “Which Jiang Yi do you actually love?”
Whichever it was, the increasingly confused Jiang Yi found herself growing resentful toward Jiang Sixian.
They showered together. Afterwards, Jiang Yi carried her out, dried her off, then pinned her against the giant panda plushie.
As the panda embraced Jiang Sixian, she wrapped her arms around Jiang Yi’s neck, gazing dazedly at the swaying crystal chandelier above.
When her thoughts began drifting, Jiang Sixian faintly heard Jiang Yi ask, “Just how obsessed are you with this body that you can’t keep your hands off it for even a second?!”
Pleasure clouded Jiang Sixian’s mind, preventing her from recognizing the unconscious jealousy in that question. Clinging to Jiang Yi’s shoulders, she instinctively replied, “So obsessed… I couldn’t live a single day without your body.”
But soon Jiang Sixian would learn that even with Jiang Yi’s body, survival wasn’t guaranteed.
Jiang Yi seemed determined to take out some unknown frustration on her today, intent on making her cry. The problem was Jiang Sixian had exceptionally high pain tolerance—she could only bite her lip and endure until tears streamed down her face.
By the time Jiang Yi noticed, Jiang Sixian had already cried herself hoarse.
Alarmed, Jiang Yi immediately lifted her from the panda and cradled her close. “Does it hurt?” she asked anxiously, regretful—omegas were delicate creatures, and she shouldn’t have been so rough.
Jiang Sixian shook her head. Jiang Yi wiped away her tears and apologized, “I’m sorry, I went too far.”
“Then let me get revenge,” Jiang Sixian mumbled.
“How?”
“Give me your shoulder.”
Jiang Yi obediently offered it. Pleased by her compliance, Jiang Sixian leaned down and sank her teeth into the flesh. Jiang Yi hissed but endured it. Soon Jiang Sixian released her grip to plant a kiss on the same spot.
Before long, Jiang Yi’s shoulder bore a chaotic array of marks.
Their scents intertwined in the room. By bedtime, Jiang Yi had already dismissed her earlier reincarnation theory.
After all, it seemed utterly absurd. Rather than believing she was the original Jiang Yi who’d reincarnated twenty-three years ago, she preferred to think these were the body’s residual memories. As for how many more might surface—that was up to fate.
Without concrete evidence, it remained just wild speculation.
The only undeniable truth before her was Jiang Sixian’s undeniable obsession with her body.
She slept soundly through the night, waking to bright daylight. That morning, after lengthy discussions, Jiang Yi finally convinced Jiang Qionghua to retract the property transfer and other arrangements.
Though she envied the luxurious lifestyles of the wealthy, at heart Jiang Yi was content with modest comforts, preferring to build her life through her own efforts.
After bidding Jiang Qionghua farewell, Jiang Yi returned home—only for Jiang Sixian to trail after her like a persistent shadow.
Jiang Yi nearly lost it. “Miss! Young miss! You have a massive mansion to live in—why are you following me home? My tiny apartment can’t possibly accommodate someone of your stature!”
Seated in the backseat while holding Jiang Yi’s hand, Jiang Sixian tilted her head. “Massive mansion?”
Jiang Yi quickly corrected, “Villa! Big villa! Isn’t your big villa comfortable? Why not stay there?”
Jiang Sixian pressed her lips together before mimicking Jiang Yi’s tone: “Then what about you? Wasn’t it comfortable? Why didn’t you stay there?”
“Because it’s not my home! Of course I wouldn’t feel comfortable!”
Jiang Sixian mercilessly countered: “But your little apartment isn’t your home either—you’re just renting it for four thousand a month.”
Jiang Yi nearly choked. Left speechless, she finally huffed, “Don’t look down on us poor people!”
Jiang Sixian shook her head and squeezed her hand. “That’s not what I meant. I just want you to live more comfortably. Besides, starting tomorrow you’ll be working as my bodyguard—shouldn’t I provide some employee benefits?”
With a smile, she added, “I have a nice apartment downtown. It’s not huge, but much nicer than your current place. As my employee, I’ll cover your housing, meals, and transportation—you can drive any of my cars. It’s all in the contract.”
“Jiang Yi, let’s move.”
The persuasive argument made Jiang Yi—with her limited life experience—remember she was technically Jiang Sixian’s employee now.
Hesitant, she asked, “What if I refuse to move?”
Jiang Sixian blinked. “Then I’ll go home with you every day and stay at your place. Plus, Aunt Qionghua will keep pestering you to move back into the Jiang family villa.”
“Compared to that, I think you’d prefer my offer, right?”
The mental image of Jiang Sixian pestering her in that tiny apartment made Jiang Yi relent. “Fine, fine! We’ll move!”
Delight sparkled in Jiang Sixian’s eyes. “Great! Pack your things today and we’ll move in.”
Two hours later, Jiang Yi had packed up her belongings, which were then transported by Jiang Sixian’s staff to the luxurious downtown apartment.
Standing at the doorway with Da Huang, Jiang Yi watched Jiang Sixian input the passcode with growing suspicion—this place was definitely not small.
When the door swung open to reveal an expansive living room with floor-to-ceiling windows, Jiang Yi inhaled sharply. “You call this a small apartment?!”
Jiang Sixian nodded matter-of-factly. “Yes, it’s the smallest property I own.”
“Damn you filthy rich people!” Jiang Yi grumbled.
Jiang Sixian turned with a giggle. “Don’t be like that. If you’d accepted Aunt Qionghua’s gifts, you’d be wealthy too. Tell you what—if you do well this year, I’ll give you this apartment as your bonus. How’s that?”
Tempted but resisting, Jiang Yi said, “I couldn’t possibly. Just give me a cash bonus.”
As she surveyed the luxurious surroundings, Jiang Yi realized she’d essentially become a rich woman’s kept boytoy.
Well, not exactly “boy”—she wasn’t fair-skinned enough to be a “pretty boy.” More like a “wheat-complexioned boytoy.”
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