Now it was Song Yunfei’s turn to panic.
Why did I have to transmigrate at this exact moment?!
If she refused him, wouldn’t that completely shatter her established persona? Would Chu Jinhan become even more suspicious of her motives?
But if she didn’t refuse—if she really forced him into bed tonight—she’d still be heading straight for that miserable death waiting at the end of the plot.
Her mind raced wildly. By the time she scraped the last bite from her takeout box, she was still fidgeting on the little stool, stalling for time.
Finally, Chu Jinhan couldn’t help speaking up.
“Since you’re done eating, go to sleep early. I need to get up early for work tomorrow.”
His tone was still flat and emotionless, like a humanoid machine. Inside, he was probably already disgusted beyond measure.
Song Yunfei fell silent for a moment, then tidied up the lunchbox and tossed it into the trash.
That simple action made Chu Jinhan glance at her twice.
Normally, once she finished eating, she’d leave everything right where it was—whether it was food she cooked or takeout. Wherever she ate was where the trash stayed.
Still, he only looked.
Chu Jinhan felt absolutely no fondness for this woman.
Everything he was doing now stemmed purely from guilt and responsibility—from her claim that she’d supported him through school and overseas studies.
Coming home every day to a filthy, chaotic room made even her seem somehow grimy to him. With a place like this, how could he possibly be in the mood to sleep with her?
Song Yunfei stood up and cleared her throat lightly.
“I’ll… go take a shower too.”
She looked around for her pajamas, only to realize she was already wearing them.
It was the height of summer, no air conditioner—just a fan blowing day and night.
She didn’t even know how many days it had been since she last washed. She really did smell a bit… off.
The original owner had been pampered by Chu Jinhan into utter uselessness.
Honestly, Song Yunfei was starting to admire his mental resilience. With things like this, he still managed to get her pregnant?
And even gave up the female lead for her?
That level of blind conviction was impressive.
If he’d never recovered his memory, maybe he really would have taken responsibility to the end.
With no spare sleepwear, Song Yunfei grabbed a dress to use as pajamas.
In the bathroom, she found everything spotless—clearly cleaned by Chu Jinhan. Even the water stains on the mirror had been wiped away.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
The original Song Yunfei was actually quite pretty.
A small, palm-sized face; fair skin; slightly wavy long hair; big eyes; a perky nose; cherry-red lips.
A gentle, girl-next-door type—not stunningly gorgeous, but with a first-love vibe.
Most importantly, she looked about seventy percent like Song Yunfei herself.
Like her back in high school.
Just a bit shorter—probably around 165 centimeters tall.
She patted her cheeks, forcibly clearing her head of stray thoughts.
After a quick shower, she even washed her sleepwear.
When she came out, Chu Jinhan still wasn’t asleep, sitting at the head of the bed scrolling on his phone.
From the corner of her eye, it looked like he was checking stock prices.
She withdrew her gaze, hung up her clothes, then sat down on the bed.
Chu Jinhan put his phone away as well. The two of them sat side by side in silence.
Song Yunfei rubbed her nose, then climbed into bed first, turning her back to him.
“I’m exhausted. I’m going to sleep.”
Chu Jinhan froze slightly, then turned to look at her back.
After who knew how long, he turned off the light and lay down beside her.
She really was sleepy—probably from having starved herself for two days.
Even when she sensed him lying down, she didn’t think much of it. She knew better than anyone how resistant he was toward her.
But just as she was about to fall asleep, a hand suddenly rested on her body.
Song Yunfei stiffened instantly.
That hand paused on her chest for two seconds, as if realizing she was wearing a bra, hesitating briefly.
Then it slid downward.
The moment he lifted her skirt, Song Yunfei hurriedly flipped onto her back and pressed his hand down.
“You—you—you’re really doing this?!” she blurted out.
The hand stopped on her thigh.
In the darkness, the room was so quiet she could hear only their breathing and the steady whir of the electric fan.
After a moment, the man’s low voice sounded beside her ear.
“Wasn’t this what you wanted? If I don’t satisfy you, I’m afraid you’ll hang yourself tomorrow.”
With that, his hand started moving again.
“I—”
She was about to say something when her body suddenly felt heavy—he’d flipped over and pinned her down.
Her mind buzzed. Her heart hammered wildly.
She’d been single since birth, never once this close to a man.
And she’d only just transmigrated—this man was practically a stranger to her.
He didn’t kiss her. Instead, he buried his face beside her neck. His scorching breath brushed against her skin, sending unfamiliar, strange sensations through her body and making her breathing quicken.
It looked like he was about to get straight to the point.
Just as things were about to spiral out of control, panic surged through her. Song Yunfei suddenly shoved him hard.
The next second, she heard a muffled grunt—followed by the sound of a heavy body hitting the floor.
She didn’t have time to think. Flustered, she yanked her clothes back into place, finally feeling a shred of safety.
Sitting up, she fumbled for the bedside switch and turned on the light—just in time to see the man standing up from the floor.
His hair was messily tousled, bangs falling over his forehead. He looked at her with clear confusion in his eyes.
Under the light, Song Yunfei’s face was flushed red. Her hair was disheveled, the zipper of her dress pulled down to reveal a smooth shoulder, black hair cascading loosely around her.
Maybe it was the heat—fine beads of sweat dotted her forehead and neck, a few strands of hair plastered to her skin.
Purely on appearances, she looked… enticing.
Clutching her neckline, she asked cautiously, “A-are you okay?”
Chu Jinhan frowned, clearly displeased.
“What are you trying to pull now?”
Feeling guilty but thinking fast, Song Yunfei mimicked the original owner’s tone, speaking with righteous indignation:
“I was just scared sleeping alone and wanted you to sleep with me. I didn’t say you could sleep with me like that!”
“You’re dirt-poor right now—no house, no car. If I accidentally got pregnant, what would you use to raise a child? Make it squeeze in this crappy rental with us?”