Chu Tianqing nearly had a complete meltdown in the convenience store, almost unleashing every curse word she'd ever learned at the system.
Fortunately, she'd barely let out a "C" sound when the system gasped out—
【PPPS: For the sake of fairness, any money the host earns during the book transmigration will be awarded to you in your pre-transmigration world after the mission is complete.]
Chu Tianqing shut her mouth in an instant.
Oh ho? Now that's interesting.
Chu Tianqing apologized to the convenience store clerk and walked back to school under the blazing sun.
Lin Nanxi had been obedient, sitting quietly by the flower bed waiting for her.
Seeing her return empty-handed, Lin Nanxi wasn't the least bit annoyed. Instead, she pulled out a handkerchief with a look of deep concern: "Auntie, wipe your sweat. That convenience store must have been hard to find—after class, I'll just go buy it myself."
Chu Tianqing gave an embarrassed smile.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she came up with a terrible excuse: "Niece, could you lend me some money? All the cards I brought today got demagnetized…"
"Of course." Lin Nanxi nodded without hesitation.
She took out her phone and transferred 1,000 yuan to Chu Tianqing, asking considerately, "Is that enough, Auntie?"
"Enough, enough." Chu Tianqing was too proud to admit otherwise—a thousand yuan was enough to solve her immediate problem.
Lin Nanxi: "I noticed Uncle Driver hasn't come back yet. Would you like to go to the hospital to see Uncle?"
"…" Chu Tianqing's stomach suddenly let out a "gurgle."
See him, my ass?
Her convenient husband had doctors and nurses looking after him—he wasn't going to die.
But if she didn't eat soon, she might be the one dying here.
The campus broadcast played a beautiful melody—
Students filed out of the classrooms.
"Auntie rushed over without eating anything?" Lin Nanxi clutched her chest, heartbroken.
Lin Nanxi took her arm: "It's tea break right now. Let me take you to get some afternoon snacks to tide you over? We can go to the university division—their restaurant has much better afternoon tea."
"Sure." Chu Tianqing agreed readily.
The meal cards at St. Alice Noble Academy were universal across all divisions.
Lin Nanxi used her card to buy food.
Chu Tianqing sat by the window seat waiting for her.
She scrolled through her phone's chat history to get a sense of the original owner's life.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over her.
"Hm?" Chu Tianqing looked up.
Three impeccably built male college students stood before her.
One was a mixed-race youth with chestnut curly hair, carrying a sketchbook.
One was a dark-skinned, grinning athlete in basketball gear.
One was a cool, aloof student with rimless glasses, his uniform buttoned all the way to the top, holding a book in an original language.
The mixed-race boy flashed a small dimple smile: "So you're Lin Nanxi's aunt? I have an unfinished portrait in my studio, and I'm just missing a muse. Could I ask you to—"
"What he paints is nudes, Auntie, don't listen to him. Art students can't be trusted."
The athlete shoved the mixed-race boy aside and said enthusiastically, "Auntie, how about I take you to tour our locker room? I'm the team captain, so I have a private lounge…"
"You wouldn't like the basketball locker room. It stinks, there's no clean place to lie down, and the benches aren't clean either."
The cool, ascetic scholar spoke flatly: "I'm Senior Nanxi's upperclassman and the newly elected freshman student council president. I could take you to the quiet broadcast room for some… in-depth conversation."
Chu Tianqing gave an awkward but polite smile.
Her mind was flooded with thoughts of studio play, locker room play, broadcast room play…
Usually, she'd joke around with her bestie, teasing about ordering eight hundred gigolos.
But in reality, three college guys fighting over her was already annoying enough.
If she actually dated them, she probably couldn't even remember their names—she'd just call them all "baby."
According to Maslow's hierarchy of needs, a woman had to solve food and shelter before she could enjoy men.
Completely disenchanted with male beauty, Chu Tianqing was trying to figure out how to get rid of these three horny college boys.
Lin Nanxi returned with a tray of food.
Seeing three boys surrounding her aunt, the little white flower's face flushed bright red.
Lin Nanxi's almond eyes went wide, her whole body trembling, until she finally mustered the courage to speak—
"You… you all need to stop pestering my auntie. Can you leave?"
The three boys stared in shock.
They'd always heard that Lin Nanxi, the high school division's beauty queen, was endlessly gentle with everyone, like she had no temper at all. And now she was speaking in an accusatory tone?
The three apologized to Chu Tianqing and quickly left the scene.
Chu Tianqing blinked. She hadn't expected her little white flower niece to be so loyal.
Lin Nanxi filled the table with food and said timidly, "Auntie, I didn't know what you liked, so I bought a little bit of everything."
"Thanks." Chu Tianqing buried her head and dug in.
The whole table was high-calorie snacks and fried food.
Anyway, Chu Tianqing wasn't filming recently, so she didn't need to watch her figure.
Right now, filling her stomach was the priority—she needed the energy to think.
Sure enough, after a few chicken nuggets, her thoughts became much clearer.
Since the system wanted her to follow the plot properly.
For the money, Chu Tianqing would play the villainous female supporting character well.
Seeing that she'd eaten her fill, Lin Nanxi asked softly, "Auntie, can I go to the hospital to see Uncle and Uncle Achen?"
"Focus on your classes. Going to the hospital now would just add to the chaos. I'll message you if there's any news." Chu Tianqing's tone was indifferent.
She was worried that being too warm toward the little white lotus female lead would get her fined by the system again.
Lin Nanxi obediently nodded, listening to her.
The tea break was short, and Lin Nanxi kept checking the time.
"Little aunt, I need to get back to class." She reluctantly said goodbye to Chu Tianqing.
"Um… don't forget to buy panty liners." Chu Tianqing held it in for a while, but finally reminded her.
Lin Nanxi shyly nodded and scurried off with quick little steps.
Chu Tianqing immediately opened her phone and stared nervously at her balance.
One cent, two cents… ten minutes passed.
Not a single cent was deducted.
"Good thing I wasn't fined…" Chu Tianqing slumped in her chair, looking dead inside.
She analyzed that they were currently in the cooldown period after the major plot concluded.
Even if there were slight deviations from the original storyline, as long as it didn't affect the main direction, the system wouldn't punish her.
Chu Tianqing pretended to vent to her best friend: Babe, the system I got from book transmigration has some conscience, but not much.
Suddenly, her phone rang—
The caller was the most trusted assistant beside her convenient husband.
Chu Tianqing answered: "Assistant Sun."
"Ma'am, Chairman Lin is awake."
"That fast?" Chu Tianqing perked up in an instant.
Her brain crackled with lightning-fast thoughts.
She figured it out—suddenly, life had hope again!
Assistant Sun repeated: "Ma'am, are you listening? Great news, Chairman Lin is awake."
Chu Tianqing could barely contain her excitement: "I'm here, I'm here. Did he lose his memory?"
There was a pause on the other end: "Ma'am, how did you know President Lin lost his memory?"
Chu Tianqing slipped into character in a second: "I didn't know! I'm still over at Nanxi's school. Nanxi mentioned a classmate who lost his memory after a car accident, and it immediately made me think of Sinian. Nanxi also wanted to go see her little uncle at the hospital, but I stopped her."
Assistant Sun agreed: "Ma'am, you're very thoughtful. Chairman Lin's condition is unstable right now, and Miss is in her senior year of high school—her studies should come first."
Chu Tianqing sighed: "Even if he lost his memory, it doesn't matter. He's still the same person, nothing has changed. I'll stay by his side and take care of him, doing everything I can to help him recover his memories."
Assistant Sun's voice was filled with emotion: "Ma'am, you really care about Chairman Lin!"
"I'm heading to the hospital right now. Assistant Sun, thank you for your hard work."
After hanging up, Chu Tianqing was back to full energy.
In the original story, the original owner toyed with the amnesiac Lin Sinian like a dog, using every means to make him fall in love with her and unable to leave her, willingly showering her with money.
Except the original text didn't detail exactly how the original owner squeezed money out of him.
The author focused on how the vicious aunt and her best friend teamed up to abuse the amnesiac big shot and the female lead, both mentally and physically.
Abusing a man gave Chu Tianqing zero psychological burden.
But thinking of the pitiful look of her niece trying so carefully to get close to her—even if she was just a paper person, Chu Tianqing couldn't bring herself to hurt her.
She thought of a solution: as long as she earned enough money, even if she occasionally strayed from the plot, she wouldn't have to worry about paying fines.
The goal was clear—
Make Lin Sinian fall in love with her, and squeeze as much money from him as possible!
Chu Tianqing looked at the table full of leftovers—chicken popcorn, half a grilled cold noodles, fried smiley potato cakes, fried crab sticks, plum-flavored rice cakes…
Suddenly, she remembered a small detail from the story.
She asked the restaurant staff for a few takeout boxes and packed up all the leftover snacks.
Visiting a patient—there was no reason to go empty-handed.
Chu Tianqing planned to gift her dear husband an unforgettable "leftover mystery box."
Renji Hospital, VIP Special Care Ward.
Assistant Sun took the plastic bag from Chu Tianqing: "Ma'am, are you feeling better?"
Chu Tianqing immediately lowered her head and pressed her hand to her forehead, feigning a headache.
The original owner had fainted in the ward this morning, and after examination showed nothing serious, the driver had taken her back to the villa to rest.
Of course there was nothing serious—because the original owner was faking it, only wanting to go home and sleep.
"I'll call the doctor over…" Assistant Sun hurriedly steadied Chu Tianqing.
"No need, I'm already much better." Chu Tianqing waved her hand and looked up.
The moment she clearly saw the face of the man sitting on the hospital bed, she instinctively reached for the wall for support.
This time, she was genuinely a little dizzy—not faking it. She was stunned by how handsome her convenient husband was.
The man leaned against the hospital bed, wearing blue-striped patient pajamas with the collar slightly open, revealing a stretch of exquisitely sculpted collarbones like carved ice.
Hearing the commotion, he slowly turned his head.
Lin Sinian had a face of breathtaking beauty that surpassed even the written descriptions.
His skin was so pale it was almost translucent, carrying a sickly yet supremely noble air of fragility.
A pair of translucent light amber eyes, like aged fine wine, shimmered with scattered, silent light.
He simply gazed quietly at Chu Tianqing.
Chu Tianqing's breath caught.
No wonder they said a nephew resembles his uncle—with Lin Nanxi being so beautiful, her little uncle was indeed a stunningly handsome man, the kind of beauty that would shine as either gender.
Chu Tianqing naturally sat down by the bed, gently placing her hand beside his: "You're awake. Is anything uncomfortable?"
"You don't remember me? I'm Chu Tianqing. Yesterday… we just got married."
Lin Sinian watched her in silence.
His eyes revealed obvious confusion.
Chu Tianqing's pretty face could hardly hide her sadness as she looked helplessly toward Assistant Sun.
Assistant Sun pressed his lips together and shook his head.
Chairman Lin had lost his memory; there was nothing he could do.
Chu Tianqing spoke in a coaxing, whining tone: "Sinian, I stayed up all night praying for you. This morning I fainted in the hospital from exhaustion and was rushed home."
"After I got home, I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, and spent the whole time crying and thinking about you."
"In the afternoon, my niece's school called for a parent meeting. I was the only one at home, so after handling her matters, I rushed straight over from the school."
"The driver and the car were both taken back by the group, and I didn't bring my card. I walked for a long time under the scorching sun and only managed to take a cab by borrowing Xiaoxi's pocket money."
"You made me work so hard, but it's fine now—you're awake, that's all that matters…" Chu Tianqing looked at Assistant Sun and asked, "Am I right, Assistant Sun?"
Assistant Sun nodded hurriedly: "Yes, Chairman Lin, the missus really did suffer these past two days."
Chu Tianqing nodded with satisfaction.
Whether she had done it or not, she had to tell Lin Sinian, and she had to drag Assistant Sun along as a witness.
If she didn't say it, how would he know how deeply she cared?
Men were all deaf and blind—even if you told them, they might not listen.
"The hospital food has no flavor at all. I brought you what you like to eat—it might even help you recover your memory."
Chu Tianqing crooked her finger.
Assistant Sun brought over a takeout box.
"What I like to eat?" Lin Sinian frowned slightly.
He stared fixedly at the box filled with a little bit of everything fried, like scraps gathered together.
Assistant Sun saw the dry, shriveled fried food in the box and was alarmed: "Missus, Chairman Lin never touches fried food."
"Ah, I missed a step!"
Chu Tianqing slapped her forehead, stood up, and put the box of "leftover mystery meal" into the microwave in the ward for two minutes, then set it back in front of Lin Sinian.
Chu Tianqing handed him a pair of disposable chopsticks, holding the food box with both hands and tilting her head with a faint smile: "Try it?"
Lin Sinian was about to refuse, but he met her smiling eyes.
Assistant Sun made one last attempt: "Missus, Chairman Lin really won't eat this… Huh?"
Lin Sinian took the chopsticks, picked up a limp chicken nugget, and put it into his mouth.
He chewed extremely slowly.
Was it delicious? Not really.
But this taste—it somehow made him unable to stop, unable to put down the chopsticks.
Lin Sinian picked up another hash brown and put it into his mouth.
These fried items, reheated in the microwave and having nothing to do with the word "delicious," stirred a strange warmth in Lin Sinian's chest.
It was as if they had triggered some inexpressible emotion and a long-buried memory.
Lin Sinian could feel the surging emotions brought by the feelings and memories, yet he couldn't recall the specific events.
Chu Tianqing swallowed hard and carefully observed his expression.
It seemed… it worked?
Suddenly, her wrist tightened.
A large hand with long, slender fingers and clearly defined knuckles, exuding an air of restraint, gripped her wrist.
Lin Sinian leaned forward, his fingers suddenly clenching.
"Why?" His tone was almost accusatory.