Gold Medal Mediator [Quick Transmigration] 41

Chapter 41: The Boss’s Woman (XV)

Hua Baihe didn’t wake up until the sun was high in the sky the next day.

An adult’s nightlife was just that spectacular. Lying in bed, she reminisced while saying to the System:

“Another rich and colorful stroke has been added to my life’s story.”

System: “For the sake of our long working relationship—”

Hua Baihe: “?”

System: “Do me a favor and just shut up.”

Deprived of a listener to share her thoughts with, Hua Baihe immediately lamented how lonely life was at the top.

Meanwhile.

Yun Yeman, who reverted to her loyal dog persona the moment she got out of bed, began to reflect on her excessive behavior from the previous night. The first thing she did when she woke up was call the nightclub and tell them their products had major safety hazards. After berating them mercilessly in a cold voice, she went to make breakfast for Hua Baihe.

The soybeans had been soaked since the early hours of the morning. She hadn’t slept a wink all night; just watching the person beside her, exhausted and deep in slumber, filled her with an indescribable heartache.

Even though we are so close, even though I can take whatever I want from her, even though we share the same bed… I feel like…

This person is drifting further and further away from me.

Yun Yeman made soy milk and then checked on the winter bamboo shoot shumai in the steamer. Timing it perfectly, she was about to leave the kitchen and open the bedroom door to wake the person up.

But the thought of Hua Baihe made her hesitate.

To her—

Yin Zhi’s final state last night was the most obedient she had ever been. Crying and tugging at the corner of her clothes, looking up at her, it was as if…

As if she were begging her to come over and hold her.

Especially the way she automatically rolled into her arms after falling asleep…

Could she take it to mean that this person also liked her, just a little bit?

Whether that action was a reliance born of extreme exhaustion, a search for warmth in the cold night, or a slight willingness to yield due to her final tenderness, Yun Yeman found that just thinking about it brought a quiet warmth welling up from the bottom of her heart.

…Because her love was so humble.

She couldn’t help but recall the stories of the first two lives. The first time, she and this person had interacted as equals, but this person had wholeheartedly wanted to set her up with her cousin. The second time, she was high and mighty, and this person was her most capable confidante, happy only when she could win the emperor’s favor…

And this time, their roles were reversed. It was her turn to serve.

But the person in the room still didn’t love her.

Whether in poverty, wealth, or sickness… that person never loved her.

Yun Yeman stood before the stove, smelling the fragrance wafting from the pot. Despite standing in such a warm kitchen, she couldn’t help but lift her right hand, her fingertips touching the spot over her heart.

It was a little cold there.

* * *

A few minutes later, the door to Hua Baihe’s room was opened.

She sat up in bed and smelled the soy milk in Yun Yeman’s hands. Her nostrils flared, a clear sign she was drawn in by the delicious food, but perhaps recalling the embarrassing incident of begging for mercy last night, she quickly turned her head away, pretending she wasn’t hungry at all.

It was Yun Yeman who yielded first. She carried the breakfast to her, placed it on the bedside table, and reached a hand toward her forehead, whispering:

“I’m sorry.”

Hua Baihe dodged her hand, stubbornly refusing to look at her.

Yun Yeman sighed and asked, “I was angry last night, that’s why I did that. As long as you don’t mention Meng Qitian in front of me again, I promise I will never touch you without your consent. Okay?”

“Let me see if you have a fever. If you’re not feeling well, I’ll call the family doctor.”

As if she knew Hua Baihe disliked her touch, Yun Yeman tried her best not to take advantage of her. She only placed one hand on her shoulder for support while reaching for her forehead again with the other.

Hua Baihe: …I-I just had two meaty meals, and now it’s… it’s gone again, QAQ?

At this thought, an expression of ‘go ahead, my heart is already dead’ appeared on her face.

Yun Yeman saw it but interpreted it as the other person giving up resistance—

That’s right. The shield the Miss could rely on is gone, and I took advantage of the situation, using the skills I’ve acquired these past few years to force myself upon her.

What can she do but accept her fate?

But Yun Yeman felt no joy at all.

There was once a proud bird that cleaved the blue sky with its powerful wings and came into her world, sheltering her from the wind and rain… And her reward was to find a chain, lock that bird in a cage, and even wish to break its wings with her own hands.

The more Yun Yeman thought about it, the less human she felt.

She handed the soy milk to Hua Baihe, fully prepared for it to be knocked over or even splashed all over herself. She closed her eyes and said in a low voice, “If the Miss hates me, next week when you visit Mr. Yin…”

The words seemed incredibly difficult for her, rolling around in her throat for a long time before coming out:

“You can tell Mr. Yin everything.”

Yun Yeman said, “Everything I have was given to me by the Yin family, yet I repaid kindness with malice and did these things to the Miss… In your eyes, am I not a white-eyed wolf (a term for an ungrateful person)?”

Hua Baihe looked at the cup of soy milk before her and said in her heart:

No, in my heart, you’re a Teddy that humps everything.

The kind that barks at outsiders but wants to hump its owner’s leg nonstop.

She didn’t say anything, just glanced at the soy milk and then at the bamboo shoot shumai next to it, feeling like there was no one more miserable in the world than her—

After getting thoroughly screwed, she couldn’t even get a meat dish in return.

Yun Yeman held the soy milk, waiting for a long time, only to hear the other person sniffle and utter a single sentence:

“I want seafood congee.”

She was stunned. Hua Baihe repeated it.

Then, the dusky gloom in Yun Yeman’s eyes suddenly gave way to the light of dawn.

This familiar way of tormenting her…

“Okay,” she said.

She then put down the soy milk, telling her to have some if she got hungry, as making congee would take a long time.

The moment she stepped out of the room, Hua Baihe immediately picked up the bowl of soy milk and gulped it down—

“Sigh, they say young people are full of fire and have powerful engines, so how come the ones I meet… all have such poor battery life?”

She grumbled silently in her heart.

Every time, they would come on like hungry wolves, passionately burning through her for a few days. Once the novelty wore off, they would use the excuse of ‘since you’re not willing, I won’t force you’ and stop touching her.

Hua Baihe declared that even if she’d never seen a pig run, she’d eaten pork. Don’t think she couldn’t see through these Children of Destiny’s excuses!

It was clearly an issue of stamina!

And they still had the nerve to do it in the name of love. Sigh, they were all love scammers!

She said to the System in a heartfelt tone, “System, my dear, you too. When you grow up and pick a partner, remember to keep your eyes peeled. In terms of ability, remember to choose the ‘an inch longer is an inch stronger, super long standby mode’ type, understand?”

System: “…”

Still as shameless as ever, my host.

* * *

Yun Yeman was in the kitchen, simmering congee in a clay pot. After about two hours, when the rice grains had cooked down and the congee had turned a thick, milky white, she turned off the heat.

When making the seafood congee, she basically followed the recipe from her memory, without changing a thing.

Then she ladled out a bowl and carried it into the room.

The winter bamboo shoot shumai on the plate was gone, and the soy milk bowl was empty.

Noticing her gaze lingering on the bedside table, Hua Baihe guiltily averted her eyes and said with feigned disgust, “Took you long enough. Are you trying to starve me to death?”

Yun Yeman, however, felt no displeasure at being reprimanded. Instead, she was happy about her good appetite. She brought the bowl of congee to her and said softly:

“It’s a bit hot, be careful.”

When her voice was lowered, the hint of huskiness within it could even sound gentle.

Hua Baihe took the spoon and stirred the contents of the bowl. She had intended to find fault with the seafood congee, but when she saw the rich ingredients inside, she was left speechless.

What surprised her the most was that among the dried seafood…

There were dried oysters.

Uncle Bo also made congee at home, but his congee was mainly for nourishment. No matter how simple the ingredients, they would become fragrant and rich in his clay pot.

Seafood congee was mostly made with fresh ingredients; dried ones were less common.

Most importantly…

Luo Sheng in the first world had also made seafood congee for her, and she would also put dried oysters in it.

Hua Baihe was completely stunned and asked subconsciously, “You… how did you learn to cook?”

Seeing her seem to remember, as if she also had memories of the previous two lives, Yun Yeman’s heart pounded. She could almost hear the sound of her own blood flowing.

She said slowly, “I just read some cookbooks. Why, does it suit the Miss’s taste?”

Just then, the System’s voice sounded in a timely manner, answering Hua Baihe’s doubt: “Don’t even think about it. She can’t be Luo Sheng. The destiny of a Child of Destiny is tied to the entire world. They will remain in that world for a lifetime. Even upon death, their soul will be reborn in that world.”

In other words, a Child of Destiny from one world cannot appear in another.

Hearing its words, a sense of disinterest washed over Hua Baihe. The light in her eyes faded, and she dismissed it as a coincidence, saying casually:

“It’s so-so.”

Hearing her words, Yun Yeman’s heartbeat slowly returned to normal, a hint of self-mockery rising in her heart:

That’s right…

It was only thanks to what happened in the last world that I was able to regain my memories. How could everyone be as lucky as me?

Thinking of this, she gently touched Hua Baihe’s right shoulder through her clothes, as if trying to get more information from the goldfish tattoo.

Hua Baihe, who was drinking her congee with her head down, shrugged her shoulder without even looking, shaking off her hand, perfectly embodying the phrase:

Don’t touch me.

* * *

A week later.

Following Yun Yeman’s lead, Hua Baihe arrived at a special place in Jiao City—

Ordinary people wouldn’t come near a place like this. After all, who knew what kind of desperate criminals were locked up behind those walls? And it was even rarer for someone to apply for a visit.

Yin Xiao had previously applied for medical parole, which allowed him to see his daughter at the airport once. Other than that, to see him, one had to apply in person, and he was only allowed two visits from the outside per month.

Although, given his status, he was still living a comfortable life inside as long as he hadn’t completely fallen, the restriction on his personal freedom was the most inconvenient thing for him.

For some reason—

Even though Yin Xiao was still wearing a suit, perhaps because of the thought that he was now trapped behind high walls, Hua Baihe felt that he was just forcing himself to appear cheerful.

Since the father and daughter were to be alone, Yun Yeman tactfully left the room, letting them talk on the phone through the glass.

Yin Xiao smiled and casually bent his index finger, tapping on the glass in front of him. He picked up the ugly, red rotary phone—one he would never have touched in the past—and held it to his ear.

“How have you been lately?”

Hua Baihe’s heart ached for him. She slowly picked up her phone and said, “…Not good.”

Yin Xiao immediately frowned. “Why? Is Yeman not taking good care of you? Or is Uncle Bo not treating you well?”

Hua Baihe shook her head, thinking that Yun Yeman’s care was more than thorough, covering everything from her spiritual to her physical needs.

She said, “It’s not good because I can’t see you when I’m home.”

Yin Xiao chuckled and made a gesture of flicking her nose through the glass. After a long pause, he said, “You, you’re only thinking about an old parent like me because you have no one else around—”

“Speaking of which, did you not meet anyone you liked while studying abroad? Why do I hear from my men that you haven’t been out much since you came back, just dragging Yeman around all day?”

Although Yin Xiao didn’t quite approve of his child fooling around and changing partners like clothes, he was somewhat surprised that Hua Baihe was so well-behaved at her age and unwilling to date.

Hua Baihe hummed in agreement and slowly replied, “The ones in the country are quite good…”

Yin Xiao raised an eyebrow. “Who have you taken a liking to? Just tell me, and Dad will help you pursue them.”

Hua Baihe fell silent for a moment.

Sensing something was amiss, Yin Xiao asked, “What’s wrong? Is it a poor boy? That’s fine. We’re responding to the nation’s call for targeted poverty alleviation.”

Hua Baihe: “…” You really are my biological father.

Thinking of the mission requirement, she felt a little excited…

Whether it was from her own heart or for the task of protecting Yun Yeman, she was full of anticipation for what was about to happen.

After all, including her life in the real world, this was her first time coming out. Just thinking about it was a little exciting.

“It’s not… It’s just that, when I say it, don’t get angry.” Hua Baihe deliberately glanced at the doorway, making sure her words wouldn’t be overheard by Yun Yeman or misunderstood as her trying to seduce her, before turning back.

Seeing her action, Yin Xiao felt a strange lurch in his heart.

But he still smiled. “It’s fine. No matter who you like, Dad will support you. Tell me, who is it? Do I know them?”

Then, he saw his daughter stand up and touch the glass, as if checking its sturdiness. She then nodded at him while still standing. “You know her. Dad, you’re very familiar with her.”

Yin Xiao: “?”

Hua Baihe slowly dropped the name: “Yun Yeman.”

Yin Xiao: “…”

Yin Xiao: “………”

Yin Xiao: “??????”