I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 106

“…” Yan Huirou couldn’t help but look up, her cheek emerging from the softness. The fierce sun of the western mountains shone down, casting a vast expanse of light over them. A golden halo even seemed to ripple around the Sect Master’s hair.
She looked at Yan Huirou quite seriously, and her question was just as serious. Yan Huirou was nestled in the shadow she cast, the light on her side much dimmer. The two were clearly holding each other intimately, yet they formed a boundary of light and shadow.
“I like you the most.”
“Did you find out about something?”
They spoke at the same time, their voices colliding, which was too abrupt and a little awkward.
Yan Huirou froze on the spot.
“You say nice things in my ear all day long; it’s not new at all,” the woman said in a low voice, her hand unintentionally pressing against Yan Huirou’s heart. “Answer my question first.” Her beating heart was now enveloped by Jiang Xidai’s palm. A chilling, numbing sensation spread from there throughout Yan Huirou’s entire body.
Yan Huirou quickly lifted her eyelashes. Jiang Xidai’s expression seemed to hold an indescribable hesitation, but it was clear she really wanted to know the answer.
“What does the Sect Master hope I know?” Yan Huirou used a little trick, answering a question with a question. After all, saying too much could lead to mistakes.
“The System.” Jiang Xidai’s gaze was fixed on her face, so focused it seemed she was lost in thought.
Yan Huirou’s expression didn’t change, but under Jiang Xidai’s palm, her heartbeat suddenly quickened. If Yan Huirou knew nothing, she wouldn’t have reacted to this.
Jiang Xidai released her hand. She didn’t need this person to answer; she probably already knew the answer. “So it’s with you after all… Should this Seat call you bold or timid?”
“You can’t even stand the sight of a dead person, yet when a little thing suddenly starts chirping in your head, you don’t say a word.”
Yan Huirou’s heart leaped. Jiang Xidai’s guess was exceptionally accurate. She couldn’t let her think any further. She quickly threw out another topic, trying to distract her. “Ah… It said I’m the protagonist. That’s a bit strange.”
Those peach blossom eyes watched her gently, seemingly unsurprised. She then lowered her gaze, her lips gradually curving into a very light, faint smile. “Is that so? Congratulations.”
“Then it must have… talked about me too.”
“Mmm.” Yan Huirou stood on her tiptoes and cupped Jiang Xidai’s face. “Aren’t you a protagonist too?”
“…What?” The woman’s eyes suddenly shot up, her expression dazed, making her look exceptionally innocent.
“In a romance novel, the person the female lead likes the most is, of course, also a protagonist. What else could they be?” Yan Huirou looked at her with a puzzled expression, very frankly saying, “Hmm?”
Little liar, lying without batting an eye, are you. Chen Cha’an couldn’t watch anymore. This isn’t called romance, it’s called yuri, yuri, yuri, yuri… Can someone please enlighten Jiang Xidai.
“Did it tell you that? Or did you just think so yourself?” After coming back to her senses, Jiang Xidai’s grip on her sleeve tightened slightly. She subconsciously wanted to deny it. “I’m not…”
“The System told me,” Yan Huirou nodded. “The System also told me about the Sect Master’s past. You had a hard time when you were little, didn’t you?”
“…”
“I had a hard time before too. But thinking about it now, it doesn’t matter anymore,” Yan Huirou said. “If this really is a storybook, then the protagonists must go through tribulations to find happiness, right?” She released Jiang Xidai’s face and smiled gently. “You’re the same. What, you don’t believe it?”
Jiang Xidai was probably the type to readily accept being a villain. Her as… a protagonist? In the few storytelling sessions she had heard during her travels, weren’t protagonists always those who upheld justice, punished evil, and were loved by all? This just didn’t fit.
“Coincidentally, I don’t really believe this is a storybook either.” Yan Huirou’s words drew her thoughts back. “…Everyone’s life shouldn’t be defined by such a thing, right?”
“Perhaps some people aren’t as outstanding, more like supporting characters. Some don’t have as much righteousness, more like villains. But in their own eyes and the eyes of those they love, their joys and sorrows are not one-dimensional. Shouldn’t they be the sole protagonist? What do you think?”
The woman bit her lower lip, still one thing unclear. “Perhaps. So you also know about me and you…”
Yan Huirou: “Are you referring to the matter of the Sect Master saving me ninety-nine times?”
Ha. Chen Cha’an complained. Do you even hear what you’re saying?
“You’ve misunderstood,” Jiang Xidai’s expression was puzzled. “…That wasn’t saving.” How did Yan Huirou always have this ability to not distinguish between good and bad? It was as if they were back to when they first met, when Yan Huirou always liked to take her malice as love and express her thanks affectionately.
At that time, Jiang Xidai had suspected in her heart countless times—perhaps the little female lead had some problems with her head, and her eyesight wasn’t very clear. But seeing her being quite clever in other matters, she could only continue to observe her with suspicion. Eventually, it slowly evolved into enjoying this special treatment.
Yan Huirou said calmly, “I know what you want to say, and what you’re feeling guilty about.”
“But sometimes, a self-righteous murder did indeed end a lot of my suffering. That’s not something to be hated; to me, it was mercy.”
The sunlight became more dazzling. She closed her eyes, using it as an excuse to block the light. Yes, she was a liar, always had been. When her sister was still alive, she always lied to her, saying the family still had a lot of money, not to be afraid. Later, on missions at the Transmigration Bureau, she was equally good at weaving beautiful futures for characters who had fallen into despair.
And then, she deceived her friend, deceived her superiors. Now, here, she had to continue deceiving Jiang Xidai. This time, the lie was mixed with half-truths. The “protagonist” in her eyes was real, and the “gratitude” for her release was also real.
“Our meeting was fated.” There was no “Heavenly Dao,” but they would meet. That, of course, was also true.
For a moment, the bitterness in Yan Huirou’s heart slowly churned—she almost believed it herself. It would be so good if those things hadn’t happened, but then, she wouldn’t have come to see her. One lie must be covered by ten more lies. This was unavoidable for Yan Huirou.
But the truth was too cruel. Jiang Xidai definitely wouldn’t be happy to know it. No one wanted to know… their creator, a mother in another sense, had shaped her from a villain’s perspective from the very beginning. Gifted her with abilities and beauty, only to shatter her into pieces, making her broken life a beautiful embellishment for a tragic aesthetic. And after darkly venting her own pressures, she had even squeezed out her last bit of value, exchanging it for an urgent 100,000 for surgery fees.
Yan Huirou’s palms were covered in cold sweat. She didn’t want to be the biggest blow to Jiang Xidai.
Jiang Xidai’s brow furrowed with a hint of helplessness. She sighed softly. “You really are… always so open-minded. Then what about Li Xinghe? In the System I had before, that kid was the male lead.”
“Was that a thing?” Yan Huirou looked bewildered. “I haven’t asked about him yet.”
“Ask now,” Jiang Xidai said, her thoughts unreadable. “According to what you said, the situation has become too strange. This Seat is a little curious.”
Yan Huirou switched channels and quietly said in her mind, “Chen Cha’an? Can you still contact Jiang Xidai?”
I can. After all, I’ve located the coordinates and found you.
“Put the voice channel on speaker,” Yan Huirou said softly. “Please, good colleague.”
…Let me prepare myself psychologically. Chen Cha’an: I have social anxiety, I’m a little scared of this one.
Jiang Xidai waited for a while, and suddenly, a small crack tore open in the void. A small, floating black box emerged, emitting a faint red glow. The small box suddenly spoke, its voice crisp. “Here.”
Jiang Xidai stared at this thing in surprise. “This is the System?”
Yan Huirou said, surprised, “Yes, that’s the voice.”
“It’s different from before. Another breakthrough in seclusion?” Jiang Xidai held the thing she had disliked for a long time in her palm and poked it. Each time she poked, the red light dimmed.
“Yes, I’ve been upgraded,” the small box said weakly. “Please don’t poke me, it will affect the communication stability.” When complaining to Yan Huirou, Chen Cha’an wasn’t this quiet. The moment she saw Jiang Xidai, she became polite and exceptionally well-behaved.
“It can even take form now? The voice isn’t as strange either,” Jiang Xidai didn’t stop poking it. “How come it has two different sets of words for different people? Why?”
“Uh…” Chen Cha’an felt like she had been suddenly called on by the teacher in class. All eyes were on her like a spotlight. She was about to break.
“Because of the plot change… uh, the System… the System has self-corrected, with…” a nervous gulp was heard, as if gripping the microphone, “…higher authority intelligence… no, plot explanation, this version is the… is the standard.”
“That,” Yan Huirou sighed in her mind, and quickly turned her head to preemptively strike, “Sect Master, when it was with you, did it also have a stuttering problem?”
“It didn’t,” Jiang Xidai frowned. “It seems a bit more lively. But the speaking style hasn’t changed, still a bunch of incomprehensible words.”
“Then, the male lead you told me about before?” Jiang Xidai coldly tapped the small iron box again.
“That was,” the small box flickered again, “the System corrected it. That’s a mini-boss.”
“Boss?”
“It’s… it’s a character with some threat level. Not much, but it’s recommended to get rid of them early. They might drop some gold coins and equipment, uh, like rare quality magic artifacts or something,” Chen Cha’an added weakly in her mind: Probably.
“Mmm, next question,” Jiang Xidai raised an eyebrow. “Grand Female Lead’s Harem novel? What about Yan Huirou’s favorability towards a group of various women?”
Chen Cha’an: …
The big villain’s aura suddenly became a little off—was it still too late for her to smash the previous AI idiot to pieces now?
With this question posed, Yan Huirou also genuinely fell into a state of confusion. She switched channels in her mind and quickly contacted Chen Cha’an. “What’s going on?”