When the Female Lead Becomes Obsessive – Chapter 242

Volume Ten: Those Few Years After She and I Broke Up

Start from the Beginning

The venue for [Miracle]’s concert was the National Stadium¹ in the Capital City², scheduled for December 31st.

As soon as ticketing opened, all one hundred thousand tickets sold out within five minutes.

Seeing these results, Zhou Hao spent every day either smiling until he couldn’t close his mouth³ or endlessly rebuking Wen Nuan for being lazy, slack, and lacking ambition.

Zhai Yi watched Wen Nuan walk into the practice room looking exhausted and laughed. “Got scolded again?”

“Ever since I moved out of the dorm, he has to scold me once whenever he sees me.” Wen Nuan picked at her ear. “I’m already used to it.”

“This time he scolded you for a whole afternoon. How did you provoke him again?”

Wen Nuan had just returned to the dorm to practice in the morning. When Zhou Hao arrived at noon, per his usual routine, he dragged Wen Nuan into the conference room to give her a verbal education.

Usually, he would release her to continue practicing after just half an hour. This time, however, she stayed in there for the entire afternoon. Various roars and bellows drifted out during that time, leaving Zhai Yi and the other two in a state of panic.

“Yeah? How did you provoke Zhou-ge⁴ this time?” Cong Hui leaned over and asked curiously.

An Siya also huddled in. “We all heard Zhou-ge shouting at you. What did you do behind our backs now?”

Wen Nuan looked at them and hooked her finger.

The three followed her lead and leaned in. Four heads huddled together, listening as Wen Nuan explained the matter that had driven Zhou Hao to jump over the wall like a desperate dog⁵.

As soon as they heard it, they shouted in unison, “Fuck—”

Wen Nuan shrugged. “It’s just this.”

Cong Hui took a deep breath. “You’re badass!”

An Siya pressed her cheek. “You’re so noble!”

Zhai Yi said helplessly, “You really are shameless.”

Wen Nuan: “….”

How did this turn into a personal attack?!

Zhou Hao composed himself in the conference room. When he walked out, he still glared fiercely at Wen Nuan once, stomped his foot, and left the dorm in a huff.

Wen Nuan accepted Zhou Hao’s eyes filled with anger and helplessness, then called Cong Hui over. “I wrote a song. Take a look for me?”

Cong Hui was surprised. “You know how to write songs?”

“Watching you write so much, I tried it myself.” Wen Nuan touched the back of her head. “It’s my first time, too. Help me see where it’s lacking. Does anything need changing?”

Cong Hui took it, teasing, “What? Planning to sing this during the individual performance at the concert?”

“But aren’t you planning to do that thing? Are you going to paint with two brushes at once?”⁶

“Mhm, mhm, neither will delay the other.”

Cong Hui gave Wen Nuan a thumbs up and looked at the song Wen Nuan wrote.

Wen Nuan stood nervously to the side, watching Cong Hui’s expression change from a smiling face at the start to a heavy seriousness now.

She asked worriedly, “What’s wrong? Is it written too poorly?”

Cong Hui shook her head and sighed. “Have you really never studied composition, lyrics, or the like?”

Wen Nuan shook her head in bewilderment. “No.”

“Then you are really too talented. This song you wrote is too good.” Cong Hui’s eyes were sparkling. “Can you sing it for me now?”

Although she could hum it out herself, she felt that only Wen Nuan could sing out the artistic conception of this song.

This song was like a love poem, ancient and enduring, as if it had been tossed and turned for hundreds of years before slowly being written to completion.

Paired with Wen Nuan’s deep, magnetic voice, it would surely be melodious and moving, heavy and enduring.

Wen Nuan took it back. “That won’t do. I want to sing this song for her to hear.”

Cong Hui pouted. “Tch, hypocritical.”

Seeing Cong Hui approve of this song so much, Wen Nuan put her heart at ease. “Alright, I’m going home to eat first. I’ll come practice again tomorrow.”

Cong Hui said, “Then tomorrow, let’s practice this song’s tune?”

If Wen Nuan couldn’t sing it, they could play it first.

Wen Nuan saw through Cong Hui’s little thoughts, and the corners of her mouth straightened. “I also made the accompaniment. When the time comes, just playing the accompaniment directly will be fine. I won’t trouble you guys.”

Cong Hui: “….”

Damn, truly treacherous!

Zhai Yi walked up. “What did she write?”

She had only heard a general idea.

Cong Hui stroked her chin, saying with a face full of depth, “Her heartbeat.”

Zhai Yi: “….”

What the hell?!

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Wen Nuan had just walked downstairs when she saw her own kitchen window open. The scent of food drifted on the wind to the tip of her nose.

She sped up her footsteps and ran to the fifth floor, but ended up spending some effort on the door lock.

Wen Nuan opened the door with great difficulty and complained, “Xiao Jing, I’m finding a locksmith tomorrow. Let’s change this broken lock, okay?”

Yi Jing poked her head out from the kitchen and smiled. “Okay.”

“How was practice today? Did Zhou Hao still scold you?”

Wen Nuan took off her snow-stained coat, walked into the kitchen, and hugged Yi Jing. “Practice was pretty good. Zhou Hao scolding me has already become a daily necessity; I’m already used to it.”

“Zhou Hao also has good intentions, thinking that if you live in the dorm you can interact more with your teammates.”

Yi Jing walked to the sink. Wen Nuan didn’t let go; she followed, shuffling to the sink side.

“No need to interact, the tacit understanding between the four of us is still passable.”

Wen Nuan looked at the clay pot and sniffed. “What’s stewed inside? It smells so good.”

“Pork rib and corn soup, to nourish you a bit. You’ve gotten thin recently.”

There weren’t many days left until the concert. Wen Nuan had also moved out for her sake, running between home and the dorm every day. Once she practiced, it was for a whole day; she had gotten much thinner.

Yi Jing opened the clay pot, scooped a spoonful of soup, and tasted it. “Done, we can eat now.”

Wen Nuan let go of Yi Jing and started carrying dishes to the table. “I don’t feel like I’ve gotten thin.”

Recently, she had been raised white and fat by Yi Jing. Eating meals made by Yi Jing every day, and at night she could still interact with Yi Jing a bit—her little life was unspeakably beautiful.

“Your waist has thinned by a whole circle; I can feel it.” Yi Jing touched Wen Nuan’s waist. “Look, when I hug you, there’s an extra palm’s width of space.”

“Is there?” Wen Nuan touched it herself. “I’m building muscle. Look, I even have abs.”

Yi Jing watched Wen Nuan pull up her clothes and tighten her stomach; sure enough, there were a few obvious muscle blocks.

“Look, these are the spoils of war from being with you.”

Yi Jing wondered, “I didn’t make you exercise to increase muscle?”

Wen Nuan hooked her lips with ill intentions. “How did you not? Don’t we have to exercise for a few hours every night before sleeping?”

Yi Jing’s face reddened and she rolled her eyes at Wen Nuan. “If you put it that way, I should have abs, too.”

“That’s not the same.”

“Where is it not the same?”

Wen Nuan deliberately looked at her fingers and said seriously, “After all, the one putting out the effort is me.”

“….” Yi Jing couldn’t be bothered to engage with Wen Nuan’s lack of a bottom line. “Let’s eat.”

Wen Nuan set the bowls and chopsticks, looked at the gift box on the sofa, and wondered, “Xiao Jing, did someone come to the house?”

Yi Jing said, “Secretary Li came by.”

“Asking you to return to the company?”

Yi Jing nodded. “Mhm.”

They were all Tan Yiping’s lobbyists.

Wen Nuan sat down and looked at Yi Jing. “What do you think?”

Yi Jing filled a bowl of soup for Wen Nuan. “I want to accompany you.”

“Besides accompanying me, what else do you want to do?”

Yi Jing paused and looked at Wen Nuan.

Want to marry you, then be together forever, until our hair turns white, until death.

Yi Jing said in her heart.

Seeing Yi Jing not speak, Wen Nuan spoke up proactively. “You actually have a lot of talent for business. Before in school, your grades were also among the best, receiving much praise from teachers.”

Yi Jing lowered her eyes. “My grades weren’t as good as yours.”

Every time, Wen Nuan was first place, and she was second.

Wen Nuan smiled. “But I have no talent for business. If Feili were in my hands, I would definitely make it go bankrupt.”

“But you are different. During the three years, you sat in the position of Feili’s President. No one up or down the company did not worship your boldness and decisiveness. Regardless of whether you rose to power because you wanted to investigate the truth of your parents’ death or were forced by Tan Yiping, in these three years, do you really have no feelings for Feili?”

Yi Jing was silent.

Wen Nuan held Yi Jing’s hand and said gently, “I know Tan Yiping found many people to persuade you to go back, and also called you many times asking you to go home, and you deliberately didn’t answer and deliberately ignored them. But I know you are still worried about Feili, worried about your last relative in this world.”

“Xiao Jing, if you can put down those wretched matters from before and want to return to Feili, I support you.”

Yi Jing looked at those clear eyes of Wen Nuan; the gentle and attached gaze seemed to give her endless courage and support.

A cluster of hope floated up in the bottom of her eyes, and she pursed her lips. “Then will you accompany me?”

Wen Nuan laughed involuntarily. “That’s for sure. My Xiao Jing inherited such a large property as the Feili Group; her net worth will certainly skyrocket. At that time, I’ll cling to you even if I die, just to be a Golden Turtle Son-in-law⁷.”

Yi Jing smiled, kissed over, and laughed lightly. “Okay, I’ll let you cling. Cling a bit tighter.”

“Mhm.” Wen Nuan held Yi Jing in her arms and deepened the embrace and kiss. “Cling until I don’t plan to let go of you in this lifetime.”

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Yi Jing returned to Feili to hold office again, and the concert also officially opened.

Wen Nuan saved a VIP seat ticket for Yi Jing.

The concert started admitting people at 3:00 PM. Wen Nuan looked at the big screen; Yi Jing was wearing clothes with their band’s name written on them, holding a red glow stick, and wearing a light-up headband. She was a proper little fan; one couldn’t see a trace of the high, cold, overbearing president⁸.

At 18:00 in the evening, the concert started along with the launching of dozens of fireworks.

They prepared 30 songs for this concert, as well as time for individual performances.

Yi Jing looked at Wen Nuan singing on stage. Her unique voice made the audience addicted and crazy, screaming Wen Nuan’s name until their voices went hoarse and their strength exhausted.

The band members’ names were shouted in an organized rhythm, like a military drill, shaking the heavens and earth.

Yi Jing and Secretary Li also shouted along with the audience’s surging passion.

“Wen Nuan, Cong Hui, An Siya, Zhai Yi….”

“Wen Nuan, Cong Hui, An Siya, Zhai Yi….”

“Wen Nuan, Cong Hui, An Siya, Zhai Yi….”

Sound after sound, passion surging.

Time after time, thoroughly shaking people’s hearts.

Time is always fleeting. During the nearly four hours, no one was exhausted; everyone was high-spirited and full of passion.

In the biting cold winter, backs streamed with sweat, everyone laughing loudly.

Wen Nuan’s individual performance was the finale. When she finished performing, it would be the band’s final farewell song.

The stage suddenly quieted down. A beam of light seemed to pierce through the dark night and land on the center of the stage. Wen Nuan sat within it.

Emitting light, becoming light.

Yi Jing looked at Wen Nuan’s attire, her expression moved.

She was wearing a white dress—no lace, no decorations, just a flat and unremarkable white dress, but it was worn by Wen Nuan into a kind of holy feeling.

That was the dress Wen Nuan wore when they first met, and also the pure white that Yi Jing found hard to forget.

Wen Nuan held the microphone, looked toward Yi Jing, and smiled brightly.

She smiled brilliantly and affectionately, arousing a reaction like ghosts wailing and wolves howling⁹ from the audience in the venue.

The beauty raised a smile, toppling the country and the city¹⁰.

Wen Nuan raised a finger and made a gesture at her lips, signaling everyone to be quiet.

The audience quieted down instantly.

She smiled faintly. “Next, it is my individual performance time, so I want to use this time to say some words to a person.”

The audience seating immediately stirred up a commotion.

Wen Nuan shrugged. “Don’t get excited. These words aren’t spoken to you; they are spoken to the person in my heart.”

The audience: “….”

No love left.

Afterward, they reacted to Wen Nuan’s words, all shocked in unison.

Person in the heart?

Is it that kind of matter they are thinking of?

Was this dog woman¹¹ Wen Nuan going to confess to someone at the concert?!

The audience immediately widened their eyes and checked all around to see which person was being harmed by Wen Nuan.

Yi Jing widened her eyes, covered her mouth in excitement, and looked at the person on stage in disbelief.

Wen Nuan saw Yi Jing’s excited appearance and smiled indulgently. “Xiao Jing, I won’t say ‘like’ to you, nor will I say ‘love’ you. I just want to sing a song for you.”

“A song composed only for you.”

Yi Jing’s eyes filled with hot tears, watching Wen Nuan without blinking.

Wen Nuan raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Majestic and atmospheric accompaniment sounded on the stage, like an ancient chant receiving sublimation at this moment.

Wen Nuan looked at Yi Jing, slowly opening her mouth:

“I have seen the prosperity of the world.”

“Also experienced vicissitudes of life.”

“Passing of night, roll on in cycles.”

“You are still by my side and never leave…”

…..

“Will we still love each other when our faces grow old and our lives die?”

“I believe, I will…”

“I will, I love you…”

Yi Jing couldn’t stop weeping, tears already covering her face; she gazed at the person emitting light on the stage.

At this moment, Wen Nuan’s radiance dispersed the icy haze.

She bet and won.

She saw the red rose belonging to her blooming in her heart, like fire and flowering rushes¹², too beautiful to be absorbed all at once¹³.

The System applauded: 【Di! Female Lead’s blackening value cleared to zero. Currently constructing replica body. Tasker, you are about to detach from the mission world. Please make preparations.】

Yi Jing’s pupils trembled, looking at Wen Nuan in disbelief.

Wen Nuan smiled faintly, grabbed the microphone, and shouted, “My lover, I will forever have a heartbeat for you.”

“Wait for me—”

【One… Two… Three… Tasker detached!】

Three Realms Space.

Wen Nuan looked at the points that were unfrozen; over a million points had already returned to her, and the System also unbound from her again.

【Points unfrozen, how do you plan to use them?】 The System wondered.

Ten worlds, all were “Her”; what choice would Wen Nuan make?

Wen Nuan took out all the points and exchanged them with the Main System for one of the worlds.

The System looked at this mission world and was surprised: 【I thought you would go to the tenth world.】

Wen Nuan walked in front of a patch of light and shadow, looked at the System, and asked, “In that last second, did Yi Jing discover you?”

The System nodded, wondering: 【Yes, she should have seen me.】

Although the reason was unclear, the ending was perfect, so it didn’t care too much, and the Main System didn’t say anything either.

“Then do you still remember what I said to her before I left?”

【Remember,】 The System did not understand, 【Does this have any relation to you choosing this world?】

Wen Nuan held a smile. “Because this is the beginning of everything.”

The System watched Wen Nuan step into the light and shadow, disappearing from the Three Realms Space.

The Main System’s cold voice sounded above the void.

【Tasker S19950101’s points have been exchanged successfully, archiving!】

【Tasker S19950101’s points have been exchanged successfully, archiving!】

…..

By Wen Nuan’s ears were the shouts and congratulations of everyone at the awards gala; they felt excitement and agitation for their mutual love.

Wen Nuan opened her eyes, looking at You Jiayi who was already weeping bitter tears in front of her, and hugged her into her arms with heartache.

“I’m back.”

You Jiayi tightly hugged Wen Nuan, weeping silently. “I was waiting for you all along.”

Never left.

She seemed to come carrying the mountain wind and morning light, dispersing her haze, blowing her heart into disorder.

Wen Nuan could hardly conceal the palpitation in her heart; she kissed You Jiayi, saying as devoutly as a believer, “I love you.”

She started the heartbeat here, so she will maintain the heartbeat forever here.

Not aging, not dying.

Loyal, fearless.

She will avoid freshness, and circularly love you in this world.

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The author has something to say:

Author: It’s the ending. There are many words I want to say to everyone, but the most is still thanking every little cute for the companionship and support for so long. I saw all your encouragement and comments to me. I really thank everyone, ten thousand thanks.

I can be considered to have injected heart’s blood into this article. Every day I was either being locked¹⁴ or on the road to being locked. For the sake of changing it, I was mentally and physically exhausted, fighting to the death with Ah Jin¹⁵; thus we possessed the old place, and also established a deep revolutionary friendship.

So, I won’t say goodbye to you guys, because we will definitely meet again.

The Jianghu¹⁶ does not age, we do not scatter. Love you guys, yo.

【Pre-collection article plans to write a short essay 《Spoiled Because of Favoritism》¹⁷. Those who like it can click a collection, and can also look at other pre-collections.】

【This article should still have side stories/extras to send to everyone (whispering softly¹⁸)!】

【The song Wen Nuan sang borrowed from “Young And Beautiful – Lana Del Rey”. When I listened to this song I felt it fit very well; you guys can also listen and see, it sounds very good oh.】

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