When the Female Lead Becomes Obsessive – Chapter 68

Volume Three: Those Years I Was a Wangye

I love you

Lin Tinghan found the hidden compartment. The white jade box Wen Nuan had mentioned was right there in that compartment.

She took out the white jade box and called out, “Wen Nuan, I found the box.”

Lin Tinghan saw Wen Nuan standing motionless amidst the stone shelves.

Her brow furrowed. She walked over. “Wen Nuan? I found the box. Did you hear me?”

Wen Nuan let out a breath, looked at Lin Tinghan, and tucked the bamboo slip in her hand into her sleeve.

“You found it?”

Lin Tinghan handed the box over. “This is it, right?”

Wen Nuan took the box, opened it, and saw it was indeed the Fire Source Pill. “Yes.”

“What’s this for…” Before Lin Tinghan could finish asking, they heard a miserable scream from a distance. It was Ji Chenwei.

The two exchanged a look and immediately rushed over.

They saw that Ji Chenwei had accidentally triggered a mechanism and was bound by a rope around her ankle, yanked upwards and left dangling.

Ji Chenwei hung upside down from the ceiling, swaying back and forth. Seeing Wen Nuan and Lin Tinghan, she cried out, “Wangye, Miss Lin, help me—”

Wen Nuan glanced at a protruding button nearby and pressed it. The rope immediately loosened, and Ji Chenwei did a flip, landing steadily on the ground.

“How did you manage that?”

Ji Chenwei was clueless. “I don’t know. This humble one was just here looking for the box Wangye mentioned. Then I heard Miss Lin say she found it, turned around, wasn’t paying attention to my feet, and got tied up and hoisted.”

Wen Nuan looked at where the rope had fallen, knocked on the floor with her knuckles. It sounded hollow.

She felt around and found a crack.

Her five fingers came together, and she thrust them towards the crack. The wooden board was forcefully pierced, revealing a hidden compartment underneath.

“Ya, there’s another hidden compartment here?” Ji Chenwei squatted down to look. “Why is it a vest?”

Wen Nuan picked them up. There were two in total. “These are good things.”

Lin Tinghan was puzzled. “What are these?”

“Heavenly Silkworm Armor. Impervious to blades and spears, resistant to water and fire. Essential for home and travel safety.” Wen Nuan gave one to Ji Chenwei and another to Lin Tinghan. “Take one back for Qi Hanrong. It’s good for a man like him to have something life-saving. Tinghan, you take this one. Wear it close to your body.”

Both of them paused.

Ji Chenwei was deeply moved. “Then what about you, Wangye?”

Wen Nuan stood up. “I don’t need it. I have so many shadow guards around me. What would I do with this thing?”

“I don’t want it,” Lin Tinghan said, handing the Heavenly Silkworm Armor back to her. “You wear it.”

Wen Nuan crossed her arms, smiling. “Two choices. First, you obediently put it on yourself. Second, I’ll put it on for you.”

Lin Tinghan’s earlobes turned red. “…”

Ji Chenwei clutched her chest with both hands, exclaiming, “Wangye, you still haven’t given up on me?”

Wen Nuan: “…”

She tilted her head, a murderous glint in her eyes. “Say that again?”

Ji Chenwei covered her mouth and shook her head desperately.

The shadow guards turned Ji Ge upside down, taking all the treasures and important information they found. Finally, they set fire to Ji Ge, and from then on, Ji Ge was no more in this world.

Wangfu City was now without a leader. Wen Nuan specially issued an appointment for Prefect Song of Fengyong City to continue managing it. When she returned, she would ask Her Majesty the Emperor to issue an imperial edict for Prefect Song, allowing her to legitimately take over Wangfu City.

Today’s heavy rain had come fiercely and left quickly, gradually stopping after only lasting the morning.

The wind swept away the dark clouds. By the time the group returned to the residence, the sky was slowly starting to clear.

Qi Hanrong and Ruilin had been waiting in the courtyard for Wen Nuan and the others to return. Seeing them safe and sound, they finally let go of their worries.

Ji Chenwei gave the Heavenly Silkworm Armor to Qi Hanrong and explained its origin and use to him.

Qi Hanrong was incredibly grateful and was about to kneel and kowtow to thank the Xian Wang for her gracious gift.

“No need to kowtow. If you want to thank me, then let’s trade one thing for another,” Wen Nuan said with a smile.

Qi Hanrong didn’t think he had any treasure worthy of exchanging for the Heavenly Silkworm Armor. He was very puzzled and said, “What does Wangye want this commoner to trade?”

Wen Nuan took out the white jade box, opened it, placed it on the table, and looked at Qi Hanrong. “You should know what this is, right?”

Qi Hanrong’s pupils dilated slightly. “The Fire Source Pill.”

“That’s right, it’s the Fire Source Pill.”

This Fire Source Pill was a product of Yao Village. Now, only this one remained in the world, and it was stolen by Qiao Zhimo after she led people to massacre Yao Village.

Others didn’t know the true effects of the Fire Source Pill. They thought it was a peerless treasure that could bring the dead back to life and flesh out bare bones. But in reality, the Fire Source Pill was just a health-preserving medicinal pill that changed one’s constitution. It was a wonder Qiao Zhimo treated this thing as a treasure.

Moreover, medicines produced by Yao Village had a unique characteristic: a drop of blood from the orthodox bloodline of Yao Village was needed on the pill to activate its medicinal properties. Only then could such a pill take effect.

Qi Hanrong looked at the Fire Source Pill, a nostalgic look in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice, “This was personally made by my A’ma¹. But it was forcibly snatched by that villain, who also killed my A’ma.”

Ji Chenwei patted Qi Hanrong’s shoulder comfortingly.

“Sorry for making you recall these sad memories,” Wen Nuan sighed.

“It’s alright. A’ma taught me to learn to look forward, not to stay in one place wallowing in self-pity.” Qi Hanrong glanced at Ji Chenwei and said softly, “And also to cherish the person before you.”

Ji Chenwei said with a fearless expression, “Exactly! Everything A’ma said makes sense!”

Qi Hanrong sighed helplessly. “…”

Such a blockhead.

Wen Nuan glanced at Ji Chenwei, sighing internally. To think there’s someone even more blind than me.

In the original plot, Qi Hanrong already had feelings for Ji Chenwei. If Ji Chenwei hadn’t died, Qi Hanrong wouldn’t have ended up with Lin Tinghan.

So, you see, sometimes the plots arranged by the Heavenly Dao are just ridiculously absurd.

The System coughed lightly: 【You’re not allowed to speak ill of Daddy Heavenly Dao, or Daddy Heavenly Dao will strike you with lightning!】

Wen Nuan: “…”

Forget it, she couldn’t beat the Heavenly Dao.

One who understands the times is a wise person.

Qi Hanrong looked at the Fire Source Pill and asked curiously, “I wonder what Wangye intends to do with this Fire Source Pill?”

Wen Nuan glanced at Lin Tinghan. “Tinghan suffers from a cold constitution². This Fire Source Pill can change one’s constitution, so it might be effective for her.”

Lin Tinghan looked at her, her gaze hazy as if veiled by a layer of ethereal mist. “This Fire Source Pill… is for me?”

“Who else?” Wen Nuan propped her chin on her hand, her eyes crinkling with a smile. “Did you really think I destroyed Ji Ge just for Ji Chenwei and the others?”

Lin Tinghan’s expression was moved, her pupils trembling.

Wen Nuan held Lin Tinghan’s hand, which rested on her lap, still ice-cold. “This ailment of yours… the cause is unknown, and you’ve drunk so much medicinal soup yet still haven’t improved. So I thought of finding the Fire Source Pill for you, to see if it could cure you completely.”

In the original plot, the Fire Source Pill was always in the hands of the leader of Ji Ge. Later, when the Emperor of Zhangqing Kingdom fell ill, the Third Princess used this pill to win the Emperor’s favor. After taking the pill, the Emperor’s health grew stronger day by day. Because of this, she began to value the Third Princess, and the Third Princess’s favor directly shook the position of the Crown Princess of Zhangqing Kingdom.

Later, when Qi Hanrong and Lin Tinghan got together, Qi Hanrong, for the sake of her cold constitution, wanted to create a Fire Source Pill to change Lin Tinghan’s constitution. However, his skills were not mature, and the Fire Source Pill he made only had half the efficacy, incomparable to the astonishing effects of the one his A’ma had made.

Lin Tinghan lowered her eyes, looking at their clasped hands.

The back of Wen Nuan’s hand was fair, her fingers long and slender, her palm scorching hot.

But she was as cold as a block of ice. The coolness she usually never paid attention to, upon Wen Nuan’s touch, made her body soften, and her heart melt.

Ji Chenwei looked at their clasped hands, her brow furrowing.

Although they are good friends, isn’t their behavior a bit too intimate?

A look of envy appeared in Qi Hanrong’s eyes. He smiled faintly, bit his fingertip, and dripped blood onto the Fire Source Pill.

In an instant, pill patterns³ appeared on the Fire Source Pill, and its color became richer.

“Wangye, it’s ready. Miss Lin can take it now.” Qi Hanrong said with concern, “But there’s one thing. Because the Fire Source Pill can change one’s constitution, its medicinal properties are very strong. People with different constitutions will have different reactions after taking it. Some may feel as light as a cloud and gentle as a breeze⁴, some may feel heart-rending and lung-splitting pain⁵, some may feel their tendons separating and bones dislocating⁶, and some may experience a violent surge of internal energy. Therefore, the person taking it must remain conscious at all times and not be controlled by the medicinal properties, losing their mind.”

Wen Nuan naturally knew about the reactions to using the Fire Source Pill. She handed the box to Lin Tinghan. “Tinghan, take it. Even if the medicinal effects are very painful when they activate, don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

Lin Tinghan’s ink-dark eyes looked at Wen Nuan. She abruptly stood up, shook off Wen Nuan’s hand, and said in a deep voice, “I won’t take it.”

She couldn’t bear it.

Not daring to look at Wen Nuan again, she turned and left.

“Tinghan?” Wen Nuan immediately chased after her.

“Miss?” Ruilin saw Qi Hanrong suddenly grab her arm, a puzzled look on her face. “Hm?”

Qi Hanrong looked in the direction the two had left. “Some things need to be resolved by them themselves.”

Ruilin frowned but ultimately didn’t chase after them.

Her mistress’s⁷ love for Wangye was like an obsession bone-deep.

Wanting to get closer felt like a delusion; wanting to leave, she couldn’t bear to let go.

Eventually, it festered into a heart demon⁸, driving herself increasingly mad.

Ji Chenwei was completely confused. She nudged Qi Hanrong. “What’s wrong? It’s a good thing that Wangye gave Miss Lin the medicinal pill, right? Why does Miss Lin look so unhappy?”

Qi Hanrong sighed. “Because she can’t bear it.”

“Between friends, giving a medicinal pill, why can’t she bear it?”

“It’s not that she can’t bear the pill, but rather…”

She can’t bear this affection.

Hearing Qi Hanrong stop halfway, Ji Chenwei urged, “Rather what? Keep talking! You stopping here, isn’t that making your Ji-jiejie uncomfortable?”

Qi Hanrong looked at her curious, ignorant face. A wave of resentment welled up for no reason. He shot her a glare and scolded, “Blockhead, figure it out yourself.”

Ji Chenwei watched Qi Hanrong leave angrily, then looked at Ruilin, completely baffled. “What’s wrong with everyone today?”

Ruilin looked at Ji Chenwei with an expression of finding her hopeless, sighed, and said, “You’re Baoxiaosheng, aware of astronomy above and geography below. Why don’t you divine it yourself?”

“Divine what?” Ji Chenwei saw that Ruilin seemed to know something and sidled closer.

She gave a fawning smile. “Give me a hint.”

Ruilin smiled faintly. “Marriage affinity.”

Ji Chenwei: “…??”

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“Tinghan?” Wen Nuan grabbed Lin Tinghan’s wrist, but was fiercely shaken off.

Wen Nuan froze, looking at Lin Tinghan in confusion. “Wh-what’s wrong?”

Lin Tinghan kept her head down, her expression unclear. She forced back the tremor in her voice. “I’m fine.”

“Then why did you run?”

“I didn’t run.”

“Then look up.” Wen Nuan tried to lift her head, but Lin Tinghan dodged.

She said with emphasis, “Lin Tinghan, head up!”

When Wen Nuan got angry, she liked to call people by their full names.

Just like when Lin Tinghan got angry, she would never run more than a hundred meters away from her.

Lin Tinghan abruptly raised her head, her eyes wide, refusing to let the tears at their corners fall.

Seeing her reddened eyes, Wen Nuan felt a pang in her heart. “What are you crying for?”

“Why are you so good to me?” Lin Tinghan said through gritted teeth.

Her hands clenched tightly, fingertips digging into her palms, almost drawing blood.

Hearing her ask this, Wen Nuan’s previous tension suddenly eased.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes curving into crescents as she chuckled softly. “Tinghan, do you think I’m this good to you just because I consider you a friend?”

Lin Tinghan was taken aback, a slight look of astonishment flashing in her eyes. “What?”

Wen Nuan took the bamboo slip from her sleeve and unrolled it in front of Lin Tinghan.

Seeing the contents of the bamboo slip, Lin Tinghan seemed to try to hide, turning her head away evasively.

“Is the content on this bamboo slip true?” Wen Nuan looked at her. “To find my whereabouts, you were willing to pledge all the Lin family’s assets and your own life as collateral?”

Lin Tinghan bit her lip, remaining silent.

“If we’re keeping score, Tinghan, I’m the one who should be asking you: why are you so good to me?”

An indescribable sense of grievance and anger suddenly surged from the depths of Lin Tinghan’s heart.

“Tinghan, you… do you like me?”

Lin Tinghan’s eyes widened. She looked over abruptly, only to unexpectedly fall into Wen Nuan’s eyes, which were full of mirth.

As if scalded, Lin Tinghan stared incredulously as Wen Nuan gazed at her with a gentle expression.

“You… you… don’t you find it disgusting?”

“Don’t you find it repulsive?”

“Don’t you find it shameful?”

Wen Nuan sighed and walked closer to her. Seeing Lin Tinghan about to step back, she threatened, “You dare take one step back, just try it.”

Lin Tinghan froze in place, not daring to move, as Wen Nuan approached her step by step.

Her waist was embraced. Wen Nuan tilted her head, looking down at Lin Tinghan’s tightly bitten lip, and coaxed softly, “Be good, loosen up.”

Lin Tinghan released her lip, which she had bitten until it bled.

“I don’t find it disgusting, I don’t find it repulsive, and I don’t find it shameful.” Wen Nuan slowly lowered her head, kissed her lips, and gently licked away the blood.

“Because I love you.”

Her chest burned. She was still moved by her…

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The author has something to say:

Ji Chenwei: So, can anyone help me understand why these two are so intimate?

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