What's Up With This Transmigrated Woman - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Inside Shi Ruoxue’s body, the System was screaming itself hoarse.

“Host, have you lost your mind? Lu Ze’an is the first man you’re supposed to win over!”

Shi Ruoxue kept gnawing on her pork hock.

“System, I just don’t get it. There are so many men in the world, so why do I have to steal my own sister’s fiancé?”

“You’re the female lead! You can do whatever you want!”

“Then can’t you arrange for me to do something halfway decent?”

With her greasy hand, Shi Ruoxue grabbed my arm and gestured wildly, sauce and all.

At the same time, she kept tearing into the System in her head.

“I am an honest, upright person! I will never lay a finger on my sister’s man!”

The two of them bickered back and forth, spouting a bunch of things I couldn’t understand.

Shi Ruoxue’s voice was especially loud.

Something about core socialist values…

Something about the Eight Honors and Eight Shames…

Something about prosperity, democracy, civility, freedom, harmony…

Lines I had never heard before in my life.

It was as if I had wandered into a barren wasteland of knowledge.

What was all this?

None of it was in the script!

Why did this transmigrated woman love ad-libbing so much?

But I had no time to dwell on it.

Lu Ze’an was still lying on the ground.

If we didn’t save him soon, he’d be dead for real.

And if he died, how was the rest of the plot supposed to continue?

Shi Ruoxue’s combat power was terrifying.

The System was left speechless by her verbal beatdown and logged off in a huff.

All of a sudden, I felt so wronged I wanted to cry.

That was right. He had been my fiancé to begin with!

Lu Ze’an and I had grown up together, childhood sweethearts without the slightest suspicion between us.

In spring, we brewed tea together. In summer, we listened to the rain. In autumn, we discussed poetry. In winter, we admired the plum blossoms.

Once, beneath the moon, we had sworn to each other: may I find one heart to share my own, and never part till our hair turns white.

Seeing how deeply attached we were, our parents had arranged our engagement early on.

All we were waiting for was Lu Ze’an to earn his scholarly title, and then he would marry me.

So why was it that after the female lead saved him just once, more than ten years of affection shattered into dust in an instant?

It fell to the ground without making a sound.

But I had no choice.

That was how the plot had been arranged.

Shi Ruoxue was the first transmigrated woman who refused to follow this part of the plot.

I looked at her gratefully.

Only for her to shove me hard.

“Jinxin, what are you standing around for? Save him!”

Could you… maybe be a little gentler?

“If you don’t hurry, we’ll have to start preparing his coffin!”

Fine. You win.

“Shi Ruoxue, I’m really going to save him, all right? Don’t regret it later!”

She rolled her eyes at me and said nothing.

So, blushing, I bent down.

And struck Lu Ze’an hard in the chest several times with my palm.

Lu Ze’an’s head lolled to the side as he spat out several mouthfuls of water, then slowly came to.

So you could save someone that way too!

Then why did all those previous transmigrated women insist on waking him up with a kiss?

Hmph!

A bunch of lecherous old perverts!