The female lead, Liu Mengtang, is beautiful, kind-hearted, and has a great temperament, but unfortunately, she is a bit blind. She is infatuated with the male lead, who is both a scumbag and a dog, and is tricked into becoming his concubine. She is forced to become a nun by the main wife, is bullied and tyrannized by the concubines, and is even ridiculed by the servants for her family background...
Having read half of the storybook, before even reaching the part where the male protagonist changes his mind, Yi'er's face darkened, veins throbbed, and she crumpled the pages to shreds.
"What a bastard!" Yi'er said angrily, "You want to go through the 'wife-chasing-after-the-cremation' ordeal? I'll scatter your ashes right now!"
Yi'er quickly cast a spell, waved his sleeves, and entered the book, arriving beside the heroine before her marriage.
Yier has no interest in roles like supporting female characters, villains, or devoted backup lovers.
—She transmigrated directly into the god or Buddha that the female lead worships every day.
On that day, Liu Mengtang lit a green lamp, knelt on a prayer mat, and murmured, "'I wish to find a single-hearted lover, to stay together until our hair turns white.' I wish..."
A distant voice suddenly echoed in the silent Buddhist hall—
"How can such a young man stay together forever!"
Liu Mengtang: ? ? ?
"Forget him, I will descend to the mortal realm to find you!"
Liu Mengtang: ? ? ? ? ?
Later, through Yi'er's tireless efforts, Liu Mengtang finally saw through the true nature of the male protagonist, took revenge, built a prosperous family, and eventually became the empress in the story, reaching the pinnacle of her life.
Yi Er kept his merits and fame hidden. After admiring Liu Mengtang, who looked just like his white moonlight, for the last time, he reluctantly made a hand seal and prepared to return to Xuanling Palace to continue reading the storybook.
Liu Mengtang, who was hiding behind the curtain, quickly stepped forward and grasped Yi'er's fingertips.
Yi'er: "?"
"Your Majesty, please wait." Liu Mengtang smiled. "Instead of returning to Heaven, why not stay and become my one and only Empress?"
Yi'er: "?!"
【Tip】
Double transmigration into a book, no substitute trope!!!
A resilient and alert mortal and a mad god with explosive combat power.
Chapter 2 Hand Cream
Liu Zhi opened the box, unpacked the compression bag, and lay back on the bed, clutching the down comforter.
She could fall asleep leaning against the car window and enduring the bumps before, but now she couldn't sleep in bed.
It's truly fantastical.
Meng Yang was Liu Zhi's high school classmate. He transferred to Yancheng in the second semester of his first year of high school and returned to the capital in the second semester of his second year of high school.
She and Liu Zhi were classmates for a period of time and got along well.
Meng Yang was kinder and more innocent than Liu Zhi. She had always harbored a vague affection for Liu Zhi and often expressed her feelings for him without reservation.
Liu Zhi was the same.
They maintained a delicate relationship.
Liu Zhi enjoyed this vague and ambiguous atmosphere, but lacked the courage to take another step forward.
This balance was eventually broken by Meng Yang.
The result was predictable.
Liu Zhi thought she would never see Meng Yang again in this lifetime, but she never expected the world to be so small.
If Liu Zhi had known her roommate was Meng Yang, she would have preferred to go back to the staff dormitory and be scolded.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, she and Meng Yang will be living under the same roof for the foreseeable future.
Liu Zhi stared at the ceiling and sighed deeply.
She closed her eyes and counted sheep, and as she counted, the white sheep in front of her transformed into Meng Yang, wearing a white woolen hat and a white down jacket.
Gradually, Meng Yang transformed back to his high school self, smiling at her, though his beautiful eyes were filled with tears.
Liu Zhi lay there in a daze for a long time before finally falling asleep.
...
When Meng Yang returned from get off work, Liu Zhi was still fast asleep.
She carefully processed the prepared ingredients and cooked a pot of mutton, astragalus, and jujube porridge.
Out of professional habit, Meng Yang calculated the quantities of mutton, astragalus, dried ginger, red dates, and glutinous rice.
Meng Yang stood in the stairwell for almost an hour in the wind, but his paws weren't as cold as Liu Zhi's.
Based on his understanding of her from high school, Meng Yang deduced that Liu Zhi not only had a cold constitution, but might also have stomach problems.
Meng Yang was always particular about food; he even cooked porridge in a clay pot.
Cooking porridge is a very long process. Meng Yang moved a chair to the kitchen and kept watch, reading books on traditional Chinese medicine amidst the rising steam.
When Liu Zhi was woken up by the alarm clock, Meng Yang's porridge was ready. She pushed open the door and saw Meng Yang setting out side dishes.
"You're awake." Meng Yang looked up at her. "Wash your hands and let's eat together."
Liu Zhi swallowed her words of refusal as soon as they reached her lips; it seemed that she would become tongue-tied whenever she was with Meng Yang.
"This is troublesome," Liu Zhi said softly.
The atmosphere was a bit somber while they were eating porridge, so Meng Yang took the initiative to chat with Liu Zhi.
"Are you and Zhang Wenyi both at the Second Hospital?" Meng Yang asked, pressing his porcelain spoon against the side of the bowl as he shoveled the cooled porridge closer. "The Second Hospital is a bit far from here."
"I'm at the Capital Medical University Affiliated Hospital." Liu Zhi stopped what she was doing. "It's about a ten-minute walk from here."
Liu Zhi and Zhang Wenyi are both doing their residency training at the Capital Medical University Affiliated Hospital.
The outpatient department of the Capital Medical University Affiliated Hospital only recruits doctors with doctoral degrees, while the requirements for the emergency department are lower. Liu Zhi ultimately chose to stay in the emergency department of the affiliated hospital, while Zhang Wenyi went to the outpatient department of the Second Hospital.
"That's alright." Meng Yang picked at the side dishes in his bowl. "I'm in the Ning Nursing Home of the Affiliated Hospital, so I don't go to the main hospital very often."
"You're studying Traditional Chinese Medicine, right?" Liu Zhi asked. "What's your specialization?"
"I'm more relaxed about rehabilitation," Meng Yang said, stirring his spoon. "I'm more free than you are."
Liu Zhi took a sip of porridge and said nothing more.
The porridge that Meng Yang cooked was fragrant and sticky, and it warmed Liu Zhi’s heart in just a short while.
She's too busy.
Liu Zhi has barely had any porridge in the past year, and sometimes she can't even get a hot meal.
This bowl of porridge gave her a strange sense of disorientation.
She felt as if she had returned to her middle school days, to the sound of a winter evening study session, and to the warmth of a bowl of thick porridge cooked by her grandmother. The aroma of rice and the warmth washed away the day's fatigue, a feeling that Liu Zhi still cherishes to this day.
"Is tomorrow the day shift?" Meng Yang observed Liu Zhi's subtle expressions.
Liu Zhi took another sip of porridge, her voice even lower, "I was supposed to be on the day shift, but my colleague took leave, so I'm covering the night shift."
What time do you get off work?
Four o'clock.
"Four in the morning?"
"Four o'clock in the morning."
"It's quite tough."
"Um."
Meng Yang asked a question, and Liu Zhi answered it, making it seem like an interrogation of a criminal. Meng Yang sighed inwardly.
After dinner, Liu Zhi insisted on helping her clear the dishes and clean the kitchen, and Meng Yang didn't stop her.
Liu Zhi wiped the cleaned dishes dry and put them in the cabinet. Meng Yang kept stealing glances at the lunulae on her fingernails. Liu Zhi was much taller than her and had her back to her. For the last time, Meng Yang simply stood on tiptoe to steal a glance.
Liu Zhi had excellent observation skills. She had noticed Meng Yang's little actions long ago, but she couldn't figure out what Meng Yang wanted to see. She couldn't help but glance back at Meng Yang.
Meng Yang shrank back a little, feeling guilty, and looked up at Liu Zhi with feigned composure.
"What's wrong?" Liu Zhi asked, her eyes filled with inquiry.
"I... I'll see if there are any dry rags over there," Meng Yang quickly made up an excuse.
"It's in my hands." Liu Zhi handed her the rag, his knuckles sticking out.
Even the fairest and most slender fingers will become dull and dry after being washed with disinfectant many times a day. Liu Zhi was not one to pay much attention to skincare, which made Meng Yang feel a pang of jealousy.
"Shouldn't you apply something to protect it?" Meng Yang asked.
Liu Zhi was stunned, and only after following Meng Yang's gaze did she realize that she was talking about her own hand.
“It’s no use applying it; you still have to wipe it off.” Liu Zhi turned her hand away, blocking Meng Yang’s view.
Meng Yang gripped the rag, turned away, and remained silent.
Later that evening, Liu Zhi tidied the room, and Meng Yang took a bath.
Half an hour later, Meng Yangli stood by the door and knocked.
"Do you need my help?" Meng Yang's hair was still wrapped in a dry bun, and her cheeks were flushed.
"No need, I'm almost done packing."
Liu Zhi brought over four transparent plastic boxes. At this moment, the room was filled with things, seemingly messy but actually somewhat organized, but it was still a bit far from being "almost done".
Everyday necessities were all in smaller boxes, while clothes for different seasons were packed in vacuum-sealed bags and arranged in larger boxes. Liu Zhi was spreading out the winter quilts on the bed and organizing them.
Meng Yang held up the small box and asked, "Shall I put it in the washroom for you?"
Liu Zhi nodded and thanked her.
Meng Yang walked to her side and placed a tube of hand cream on the bedside table. Liu Zhi picked it up and called out to her.
"You forgot your hand cream."
"I wiped it for you."