“I’m telling you, Ye Shuang, even if you die, you must die where you belong and fulfill your proper value!”
“You promised me so earnestly back then. What, have you forgotten everything now that the old woman is dead?”
Ye Shuang stood quietly by the window of the hospital’s VIP ward, her frail body that seemed ready to collapse with a gust of wind exuding a sense of chilliness and solitude.
Her eyes were indifferent as she gazed at the bustling street scene outside that appeared to have nothing to do with her, completely ignoring the harsh words coming from the phone on the windowsill.
It was as if the person on the other end wasn’t her nominal father, but rather an insignificant clown talking to himself.
“You carry the bloodline of the Ye family—this is an unchangeable fact! Even though you’ve married into the Ji Family, you’re still a member of the Ye family and must serve the interests of the Ye family…”
On the phone, the voice of Ye Shuang’s father, Ye Xiaotian, was sharp and piercing, like icy blades stabbing directly at Ye Shuang, as if he wished to completely pierce her through.
However, to the current Ye Shuang, this person was nothing more than an irrelevant existence.
If the original owner—soft-hearted and kind—were still here, she would likely have been deeply wounded by these words.
Listening to Ye Xiaotian’s incessant, fly-like buzzing in her ear, beneath her cold exterior, her interesting soul had long drifted elsewhere. She was even pondering:
What should I eat tonight?
Before long, Ye Shuang grew utterly weary of it.
“Smack!”
Without hesitation, she reached out and firmly pressed the end call button on her phone screen, her movements clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
Then, Ye Shuang turned her head and looked back out the hospital room window.
Her thick, long, and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its fragile yet beautiful wings.
Another person in the room witnessing this scene felt immediate sympathy for Ye Shuang.
In his view, such a delicate young woman facing such heavy, selfish, and cold words was truly heartbreaking, so he didn’t find Ye Shuang’s actions the least bit abrupt.
“Did you record it?”
Taking advantage of the fact that the person behind her couldn’t see her actions, Ye Shuang lazily yawned, her voice sounding somewhat ethereal as she asked into the void.
Indeed, in the eyes of others, how could such a delicate young woman endure such unbearable words?
Therefore, Ye Shuang’s actions were perfectly normal and justified!
“Rest assured, Madam.”
The gray-haired Old Butler stood nearby, his eyes filled with heartache and concern. “I have completely recorded the Ye family’s arrogant remarks and sent them to the family head immediately. All you need to do now is rest well and not trouble yourself with these annoyances.”
Having said that, without worrying about overstepping, he quickly stepped forward, took the phone from the windowsill, and turned it off, as if afraid that Ye Shuang’s unscrupulous father might call again.
“Alright.”
Ye Shuang didn’t turn her head nor did she intend to stop the Old Butler’s actions. On the contrary, she found this handling quite satisfactory.
The Old Butler also breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to the side table, arranging several snacks he had brought from home that Ye Shuang might enjoy.
After completing all this, the Old Butler straightened up and looked at Ye Shuang, a kind smile spreading across his face as he said:
“Additionally, rest assured, Madam. The family head has already arranged for… your grandmother’s funeral arrangements.”
The Old Butler’s voice was as gentle as the warm spring sunshine, the concern in his eyes sincere and profound, much like the grandfather in Ye Shuang’s memories.
In this unfamiliar environment, this warmth gradually eased Ye Shuang’s previously agitated mood.
“Alright, thank you for your trouble.”
Ye Shuang withdrew her gaze from the window and turned to look at the gentle Old Butler, a trace of genuine gratitude appearing on her pale face.
Deep in the original host’s memories, the grandmother was an extremely gentle and kind elderly woman. Her passing had felt like the collapse of heaven and earth, becoming the trigger that drove the original host to seek death.
Because of this, Ye Shuang secretly resolved that she would never let that kind old woman be controlled by those selfish members of the Ye family, even after her passing.
“You’re too kind, Madam. She lived an honorable life, and we would never allow those ill-intentioned people from the Ye family to disturb her peace.”
The Old Butler’s gaze was sincere as he spoke earnestly: “I believe her spirit in heaven also wishes for your happiness. For now, just focus on recovering. Once you’ve fully regained your health, I will take you to visit her.”
“Alright.”
Ye Shuang nodded slightly.
“Well then, I won’t disturb you any further, Madam.”
The Old Butler’s face remained kind, the wrinkles around his eyes crinkling with gentle warmth. He glanced at his watch, his eyes filled with paternal affection.
“The young masters at home are waiting for me. Should you need anything, Madam, please don’t hesitate to ask the bodyguards outside. They will contact me immediately.”
“Alright, take care on your way, Uncle Zhong.”
The corners of Ye Shuang’s lips lifted slightly, a faint smile blooming like a quiet flower across her pale face.
It was a subtle smile, the first one Ye Shuang had shown in a long time, and it eased the Old Butler’s concerns considerably.
It’s good that Madam can come to terms with things.
“Yes, yes.”
The Old Butler responded repeatedly, his eyes filled with the kindness of an elder toward a younger generation.
He efficiently gathered the empty food containers and quietly exited the hospital room.
When the Old Butler reached the doorway and grasped the cold door handle to close it, his movements suddenly paused.
Through the narrow gap of the door, he took one last look at Ye Shuang inside the room.
At this moment, Ye Shuang resembled an exquisite doll, so beautiful it was hard to look away. Despite her deathly pale complexion, it couldn’t conceal her delicate features.
She sat there quietly, emanating an aura of cool detachment and loneliness, as if separated from everything in this world.
Witnessing this, the Old Butler couldn’t help but sigh quietly in his heart.
This young madam, despite her seemingly fragile appearance, had undoubtedly endured far more suffering than she should have.
The Old Butler recalled how initially, when the family head decided to arrange a marriage alliance with this recently acknowledged true daughter of the Ye family, he had actually held some reservations.
After all, the two young masters in their family had no one in this world to rely on except their father, the family head. He had genuinely worried that this suddenly appearing Miss Ye might not treat the young masters well.
But he was merely an employee, so he could only resolve to protect the two vulnerable young masters for as long as he lived.
Yet now, seeing things as they were, wasn’t the young madam before him also a pitiable soul?
The Old Butler turned around and spoke to the bodyguards stationed outside the door, his expression serious and earnest as he instructed, “Do not let anyone disturb the Madam’s recuperation. Remember, this means anyone, including those from the Ye Family.”
He didn’t believe that the heartless head of the Ye Family would let their Madam off so easily, but it didn’t matter—their Ji Family wouldn’t concern themselves with a minor family like the Ye Family. The matriarch of the Ji Family was not someone a scoundrel like that could bully.
“Yes!”
Two burly bodyguards responded in unison, their voices firm and resolute.
Ye Shuang listened quietly to the commotion outside until everything fell silent. Only then did she move from the window to the sofa nearby, sitting down gracefully.
She extended her slender, pale fingers and gently picked up a small, exquisitely crafted pastry. Not only was it beautifully shaped, but it also emitted an enticing aroma.
Ye Shuang placed the pastry in her mouth, chewing slowly and elegantly. She narrowed her eyes slightly, the gloom that had clouded her face vanishing completely, replaced by a hint of playful amusement.
It seemed her acting skills hadn’t faded. At the very least, the Old Butler, who had initially been somewhat wary of her, now…
As long as she didn’t bring trouble upon herself, the Ye Family wouldn’t be able to cause her any problems.
“Tell me, what exactly is this mission, and why must it be me?”
As she spoke, she reached up and rubbed her still-throbbing temples, then leaned back on the sofa, slowly closing her eyes as she directed the question to the mysterious so-called system in her mind.
Ye Shuang clearly remembered that she should have been on her way to an awards ceremony. It was the most important moment of her acting career, with countless honors and applause seemingly waiting for her ahead.
But a sudden car crash shattered all her glory and her life in an instant. Given the severity of the situation, she was indeed dead beyond any doubt.
Yet fate had a way of toying with people. When Ye Shuang opened her eyes again, she found herself in a vast, white space. It was utterly silent, as if time and space had frozen in that moment.
Just then, another figure slowly materialized—a person who looked almost identical to Ye Shuang. However, this one was more delicate and frail, with an exceptionally pale complexion that gave her the aura of a sickly beauty, evoking pity in anyone who saw her.
Even the straightforward Ye Shuang felt her heart soften at the sight, prompting her to step forward and gently inquire about the situation. Ye Shuang swore that the gentlest voice she had ever used in her life was in that moment.
Based on the sickly beauty’s account and the flood of plot details that surged into her mind, nearly overwhelming her, Ye Shuang finally understood her predicament.
She, the Ye Shuang who was about to become the new Triple Gold Award Winner, had truly met an unfortunate death in the car crash.
And she had even caught up with the trend—she had transmigrated.