“Oh…”
Ye Shuang blinked gently, the image of the newly acquired unlimited supplementary card surfacing in her mind.
She leisurely picked up the warm water beside her, took a small sip, and slowly swallowed it.
She couldn’t help but recall her previous life—rising early and working late every day, overwhelmed with busyness just to earn a few scraps of silver.
Now, she had reached the pinnacle in one fell swoop.
That husband in name only barely appeared in the original story, known only as a complete workaholic who was almost never home.
At this thought, the corners of her lips curled slightly upward, as if she felt a hint of anticipation for this new identity and mission.
And such men typically only knew how to solve problems with money—and never came home!!
No coming home, just giving money!!
Thinking about it carefully, it was obvious—such a husband was indeed the perfect man!
Such a perfect ATM of a man was actually her husband!!
Then, two key questions emerged in Ye Shuang’s mind.
She furrowed her brows slightly and slowly asked, “Is there no time limit for this mission? And what happens if I fail?”
[There’s no time requirement. If the mission fails, then once Ji Zhou dies, your life will also come to an end.
But if you successfully complete the mission, your health will be restored, and you can live peacefully in this world.]
“Alright, I understand. You may leave now.”
Feeling reassured, Ye Shuang leaned back comfortably on the sofa and unhesitatingly dismissed the unknown presence in her mind.
After all, it would be at least twenty years before the male lead and supporting male character grew up and started following the original plot.
Who knew if she would even want to keep living by then?
As for this so-called mission, if those two little dumplings could still be saved, she wouldn’t mind intervening—treating it as a good deed.
But if they were already beyond redemption, she might as well give up.
After all, she had already been dead beyond dead originally. Getting to live twenty more years was nothing but a free gain, no matter how she looked at it.
[…Alright. We’ll meet again once you complete the mission, host.]
The system’s voice gradually faded away.
Ye Shuang waited for a while, still feeling somewhat uneasy, and tentatively called out, “System?”
Silence surrounded her—no response, not a single sound.
It seemed that fellow had really left.
Satisfied, Ye Shuang let out a soft sigh, slowly stood up, and walked with light steps toward the bathroom.
She stood in front of the mirror, carefully examining her current body.
Black hair cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders, the ends slightly curled as if carrying a lazy charm.
A pale, beautiful face—fair to the point of translucence, like fine mutton-fat jade, radiating a soft glow.
This face was seventy percent similar to the one she remembered from her past.
The difference was that beneath the crimson hue at the corners of her eyes now rested a perfectly placed red teardrop mole.
This mole was like the finishing touch, adding a natural, cool elegance to her features—as if she were a cold beauty who had stepped out of a painting, someone to be admired from afar but never approached.
A pair of peach blossom eyes, accentuated by crimson outer corners, grew increasingly radiant and captivating.
With a subtle upward tilt, their shifting gaze resembled peach blossoms in full spring bloom—exquisite, alluring, and utterly mesmerizing.
The deep, luminous pupils were like flawless gemstones of the highest quality, pure and profound, as if concealing endless stories that beckoned one to uncover their secrets.
When Ye Shuang wasn’t smiling, she resembled an exquisitely beautiful yet icy doll standing under cold lighting.
Her graceful posture and ethereal aura radiated an aloof chill that kept others at a distance, evoking admiration for her beauty alongside an instinctive reverence.
But when she smiled, the corners of her lips curved into a perfect arc, as if instantly infused with vitality—transforming her into a stunning enchantress capable of captivating all.
Her smile was like the warm spring sun, instantly melting the surrounding coldness, drawing people unconsciously into her charm and intoxicating them with her allure.
Ye Shuang raised her slender fingers, gently tracing the faint smile on her reflection in the mirror.
As her fingertips touched the glass, the cold sensation transmitted clearly to her nerves, as if reminding her that all this was truly happening.
She had genuinely become another person, existing in a completely different world.
She studied her reflection carefully once more, quite satisfied with her current appearance, before slowly withdrawing her gaze.
Then she walked to the faucet, turned it on, and immersed her hands in the clear, flowing water, feeling its refreshing coolness.
Take one step at a time, she thought silently to herself.
After all, being alive was already a blessing. She would just try her best—not demanding too much, not being greedy, letting things follow their natural course.
“Ye Shuang! I know you’re in there! Come out!”
A sharp, imperious voice suddenly rang out beyond the door.
“I am Ye Shuang’s mother! Is this how the Ji Family treats the mother of your matriarch?”
The voice rose again, filled with clear accusation and dissatisfaction.
“Ye Shuang!!”
The person outside seemed to grow more impatient, calling out incessantly.
“Please leave, ma’am!”
“Don’t touch me!!”
“Then don’t blame us for being impolite…”
“……”
Ye Shuang listened quietly to the commotion outside without immediately responding.
Soon enough, the dutiful bodyguard lawfully escorted the person disturbing the matriarch’s rest away.
“Tch.”
Ye Shuang shook her head in boredom. She never expected the Ye Family matriarch, who always maintained such a superior attitude in front of her, to lose her composure like this.
Her mood was rather good today, so she couldn’t be bothered to engage with the woman. She believed the other party would receive a “surprise” upon returning home.
Since the system confirmed she would survive until at least Ji Zhou’s twenty-fourth birthday regardless, there was no need to remain in the hospital.
Better to be discharged—she couldn’t hide in this hospital forever.
The next afternoon, sunlight filtered through thin clouds, casting soft, dappled shadows.
With unanimous approval from multiple specialist physicians, Ye Shuang was finally cleared for discharge.
She rode in a smooth, comfortable stretch limousine, gradually making her way toward the Ji Family Manor.
The car moved steadily along the winding road, the scenery outside the window unfolding like a flowing scroll of paintings.
As the car slowly entered the Ji Family Manor, Ye Shuang had yet to fully appreciate the manor’s magnificent scenery reminiscent of European and American castles from the previous century.
She was greeted by two delightful little ones—two soft and chubby milk dumplings.
Both milk dumplings wore identical sapphire-blue formal suits, the exquisitely tailored outfits hugging their small, plump bodies.
They were adorable and charming.