Chapter 13: Day 13 of Transmigrating into an Object

Afraid of the dark, Jiang Shiyang was stuffed head-down in the backpack. Even though she had eaten quite a bit at the dinner party, she still felt hungry. Her stomach felt empty, as if something was missing.

What was missing? It was…

Water! Of course—water!

Back when she was with the film crew, there had still been half a cup of water inside her. At the time, she hadn’t felt it strongly, but now that the water was completely drained, she felt this hunger. What else could it be but a lack of water?

She found it amusing.

What was this? Some kind of dream crossover? A living her linked with a lifeless water cup, feeling the hunger the cup could never feel on its own?

Good thing she was a water cup. If she had transmigrated into a toilet…

Heh. She would choose to die on the spot.

Beep.

The sound of a car door unlocking came from outside the backpack.

Who was it? Little He?

The car door opened, and the backpack gave a violent lurch. She flew into the air along with the jumbled mess of items inside. It was a good thing she was a water cup; a human body would have definitely ended up in the ICU. One moment a tube of hand cream smacked her head, the next a mirror jabbed her waist, then a pack of tissues smothered her airway.

Head-down, squeezed and pressed by a pile of objects, she listened to the footsteps outside the bag, the sound of entering a store, the elevator chime. Like the monk Sha Wujing from the tales, enduring eighty-one tribulations only to be capsized into a river by an old turtle, she didn’t quite know what expression to make.

The footsteps stopped. Beep—the sound of a hotel room key card. No matter how many tribulations, she had finally reached her stop.

She was tossed aside along with the backpack. The bag landed with a soft bounce, and she bounced right along with it. Judging by the elasticity, the bag must have landed on the sofa.

Although she had been transferred from the car to the hotel room, the backpack’s zipper was still tightly sealed. It was still pitch black around her, but at least it was much warmer, with the signs of human presence. Psychologically, she wasn’t as scared.

Strictly speaking, she wasn’t afraid of the dark. She was just afraid of ghosts.

Knock, knock, knock. A knock came from outside the room.

Little He’s voice drifted in from a distance: “Teacher Shen, there’s hangover medicine here. Drink some so you won’t have a headache tomorrow.”

Shen Wenyi said, “Okay.”

Wait, that wasn’t right. How could she say Little He was knocking? The one who carried the bag wasn’t Little He. It was actually Shen Wenyi?

She was a bit surprised.

Why would Shen Wenyi go downstairs specifically to get the bag? Was there something important inside?

Even if there was, couldn’t she just have Little He grab it?

If Little He were already asleep, it would be hard to order her around. But they had just arrived at the hotel, so that wasn’t the case. Why not send Little He?

The zipper above her head suddenly pulled open, interrupting her thoughts.

Shen Wenyi appeared beyond the darkness, like an angel descending in a blaze of light. The bridge of her nose caught the slanted glow of the bed lamp, more effective than any highlighter, like a mountain peak outlined in silver.

Shen Wenyi’s hand reached in. Her five fingers were fair, smooth, and delicate. Even magnified this many times, her pores were still fine. Though still a bit inferior to hers, they could be described as skin like congealed cream. If that hand hadn’t grabbed her immediately, she could have offered a few more critiques.

Jiang Shiyang: ………………

What could she even say?

Couldn’t the hand’s position shift downwards a little? Where it was holding her just so happened to cover everything that should be covered and left bare everything that shouldn’t be.

That statement wasn’t nonsense; she hadn’t misspoken out of confusion.

Originally, this position was quite well-covered, like wearing a strapless miniskirt. But the key issue was that it wasn’t a real skirt. It was a hand! And Shen Wenyi’s hand at that!

That’s why she couldn’t understand it. Why couldn’t a soul that transmigrated into an object wear clothes? Which female ghost on TV was naked?!

Little He was more reliable. When Little He stuffed her into the bag, she held her by her leg.

Still, compared to how Shen Wenyi kept wiping and rubbing her when she was a ring, this wasn’t so bad. It was acceptable. At least it was static.

Shen Wenyi carried her to the bedside and sat down, then picked up her phone to look at it.

She took the opportunity to glance over too. Shen Wenyi’s phone screen displayed a friend request notification. It was her avatar and a request message.

【Is there something wrong with your leg? When you held the water cup, I noticed your left thigh had a deeper indentation than your right. Don’t believe me? See for yourself. Treat ailments early. I’m just looking out for you.】

Her eyes lit up. There was hope for the mission. The question she hadn’t been able to figure out earlier now instantly clicked into place!

So Shen Wenyi had been fooled by her con and had gone downstairs to get the backpack. To avoid Little He asking questions, Shen Wenyi didn’t tell her. It was just a trip downstairs, not far anyway, so she just went herself.

Tsk, tsk.

Shen Wenyi, oh Shen Wenyi. You usually seem so crafty, yet you fell for such a simple trick? Once I finish all these missions and turn back into a human, I’ll have to bring up every single thing you’ve done these days to mock you for three to five years.

Like last night, when you said no battle, yet secretly took a kiss photo.

And now, for example.

Shen Wenyi looked at her phone for a while, didn’t accept her friend request, put the phone down, picked up the water cup, and clamped it between… her own thighs!

Although not getting the request accepted annoyed her, what did that matter? What mattered was the mission was about to be complete!

60, 59, 58…

Usually, a minute flies by, but now every second felt like a year.

She held her breath and concentrated, not even blinking. Her mind tracked the countdown, her eyes fixed on Shen Wenyi.

Shen Wenyi wore light gray, short-velvet loungewear pants, clearly changed into after arriving at the hotel. They looked quite warm, but she had taken off the smog blue jacket. She wore only a black, form-fitting, thin base layer on top. She looked a bit cold.

But the hotel heating was strong. She was completely bare and didn’t feel cold, so Shen Wenyi definitely wasn’t cold dressed like that.

She was buried between the soft light gray short-velvet pants. Through the fabric, she could feel the warmth of Shen Wenyi’s body heat. Having already been in zero-distance contact with Shen Wenyi’s hand, she didn’t find a little body heat a big deal. It was just… the issue wasn’t the body heat anymore. It was the perspective!

She was now like a carrot growing at the foot of a mountain, facing a majestic peak. Looking up, there were two sky-obscuring wind-carved boulders. Looking down was the Y-shaped crevice at the mountain’s base. Only by looking straight ahead was her sole path to freedom.

But how could human baser instincts allow her to look straight ahead?!

The more she didn’t want to look up or down, the more she couldn’t control herself from looking up, down, up again, down again. Her mind even involuntarily replayed the events of last night—the plum blossom fragrance born from bitter cold.

What could she say? She was already numb.

After struggling for three seconds, she decisively gave up resisting. She’d already seen everything last night anyway. What couldn’t she see now?

Actually, thinking about it carefully, it was nothing. It was just the angle of view making everything seem so close and large, as if right before her eyes and within reach, giving it an extraordinarily visual impact. More impactful than wearing a VR headset.

But if she were turned back into human form, even if she stood right in front of Shen Wenyi now, there’d be nothing she couldn’t see. And Shen Wenyi herself wouldn’t feel there was anything she couldn’t be seen either.

Having thought it through and understood, she relaxed, lay flat, and waited for the 60 seconds to complete. But why wouldn’t her heart stop pounding? Not at the normal 60 beats per minute but racing towards 120 beats per minute.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and struggled to focus on the countdown.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6…

She could feel Shen Wenyi tilting her head to look at her own legs, as if earnestly examining whether the left and right sides were truly different.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1…

Just one last second left!

A soft chuckle, almost self-deprecating, suddenly came from above. Without any warning, Shen Wenyi pulled her out, and the countdown stopped abruptly.

What was happening?!

If she hadn’t already asked the System and confirmed that Shen Wenyi couldn’t possibly know she was in an object, she would have suspected Shen Wenyi did it on purpose!

Shen Wenyi took her out, casually placed her on the nightstand, and sighed, “I knew she was pranking me. Just as I thought.”

If you knew, why did you try it?!

And since you were trying it, why not do it thoroughly? You couldn’t wait that last 0.5 seconds?!

Are you some legal dark genius? Didn’t you know that angering someone to death is also illegal and carries corresponding legal liability?!

But you can’t anger a water cup to death.

That made her even angrier.

So what was the meaning behind Shen Wenyi’s sighing tone? You ruined my mission, and you’re sighing like I owe you something? I deceived you, yes, but you’ve deceived me far more!

Shen Wenyi’s vile acts of deception against her were too numerous to record.

In elementary school, she tricked her into thinking Jigong Appetite Pills were dirt balls rubbed off Jigong’s body, which disgusted her so much she couldn’t eat for three days.

In middle school, she lied that the Class 3 Monitor had hemorrhoids and that hemorrhoids were contagious. In an era when phones couldn’t go online, she believed it completely and would take detours whenever she saw the Monitor, even feeling quite sorry for all of Class 3 for a time.

In university, she deceived her even more, saying a certain Body-Shaping teacher liked to solicit sexual favors from pretty girls and would fail anyone who refused. That scared her so much she never dared to take that teacher’s class in four years. Only later did she find out the teacher was a woman! How could a woman solicit that? How?!

Argh. She really wanted to slap her young, ignorant self to death.

After entering the Entertainment Industry, Shen Wenyi and she were busy with their own filming, so their direct contact time lessened. But in the few encounters they had, Shen Wenyi never scammed her any less. Those deceptions, big and small, truly couldn’t be fully recounted even if you sat down for three days and three nights.

Now, she had only playfully tricked Shen Wenyi with this one line, and Shen Wenyi dared to sigh at her? What kind of Thomas Spiral Sigh was that? You’re allowed to bully others but they can’t bully you back?

She clearly thought this in her heart, yet Shen Wenyi’s sigh still made her a little uncomfortable.

It must be because she was too kind-hearted. She should learn from Shen Wenyi—shameless and invincible.

Shen Wenyi picked up her phone again and sat on the bed scrolling for a long time. Who knew if she had finally come around and decided to accept her friend request? She was on the nightstand, facing the wall, unable to see anything, just barely making out Shen Wenyi holding the phone.

A moment later, Shen Wenyi got up and went to the bathroom. The sound of rushing water came—she was probably showering.

Before long, she came out after washing. Today was another day without special styling. Shen Wenyi had washed her hair, and the hair dryer hummed behind her for a good while.

After drying, she thought Shen Wenyi was going to sleep. Tonight, the mission was surely doomed.

But unexpectedly, Shen Wenyi suddenly picked her up and walked to the water dispenser in the corner. Creak, creak—she twisted off her… head???

This was the first time she’d been unscrewed since becoming a water cup. She now realized the water cup lid was actually half her head? Half?!

What kind of anti-human, crazy design was this?

She’d always thought the cap was her hair, at most her skull, or maybe her entire head. But she never, ever imagined it was half her head? Half?! Half!!!

Shocking things needed to be repeated three times to accurately express her disbelief.

The bottle cap split her mouth in two. Her upper lip went away with the cap, her lower lip remained on the cup body. The milky white threaded ring inside the cup was actually her teeth?

Thinking about it, it made perfect sense. The mouth of the cup being a mouth was the only way to drink water. And only when full of water would her stomach not be empty, so she wouldn’t feel hungry.

After unscrewing the outer cap, there was the inner cap. Shen Wenyi had removed the inner cap earlier when taking photos at the restaurant, so she had screwed it back on.

She only now felt that the inner cap was actually her oral cavity. The drinking spout that opened with a press on the inner cap was her throat. The soft stopper plugging the spout, connected to the inner cap, was her tongue.

This sensation was very novel. Half her head had separated from her body, her entire oral cavity had been screwed out, revealing her empty metal stomach.

Shen Wenyi held her under the water spout. Scalding hot water poured in. It didn’t feel painfully hot, but the hunger slowly dissipated, and her stomach felt warm and comfortable.

Halfway through filling with hot water, Shen Wenyi added some cold, mixing it into warm water just right for drinking.

Shen Wenyi took a sip from the cup. Her warm mouth enveloped her lower lip.

Jiang Shiyang: ………………

They had already kissed so many times yesterday. What was this? Hah. Anyway, it wasn’t her real body. It didn’t matter.

But Shen Wenyi’s lips were truly… truly very soft.

Shen Wenyi screwed the inner cap back on, loosely placed her half-head on top, and returned to the bedside.

Fetching this much water now? Was Shen Wenyi still not planning to sleep? It had to be at least four o’clock by now, right? Even if filming was pushed back to eight, that left only four hours. And that didn’t even count the time to wake up, brush teeth, wash face, and travel. Breakfast could be eaten in the car.

Shen Wenyi got into bed, pulled up the covers, leaned against the headboard, yawned, and opened her laptop. She really didn’t sleep but started typing away busily.

What was she working on so late? Some official business to handle?

Shen Wenyi was a rich, beautiful heiress—the type with family mines to inherit. Such a massive family enterprise had only Shen Wenyi as the sole heir. She had no idea how Shen Wenyi convinced her family to let her enter the Entertainment Industry. This had always been an unsolved mystery in showbiz. Even she, who had known Shen Wenyi for so many years, didn’t know.

She never expected that in places others couldn’t see, Shen Wenyi still had to stay up late handling company affairs. Could this be the condition she negotiated with her family? It was really tough… like hell it was. She deserved it! Making trouble for herself! It wasn’t like she truly loved acting, so why join in the fun?

Many times, she suspected Shen Wenyi only entered the industry deliberately to prove she was better than her in every way, just to spite her.

But for the past couple of years, she hadn’t thought that way as much. After all, how could she have such a big face that a rich heiress would give up a comfortable, cushy life just to rush over and torment herself?

Shen Wenyi definitely had her own considerations. But whatever those considerations were, the matter of competing with her was something Shen Wenyi had done consistently for twenty years and never once changed.

Maybe she really shouldn’t have taken Shen Wenyi’s sanitary pad in fifth grade and paraded it around the classroom.

But back then, she truly didn’t know what a period was.

And Shen Wenyi had already been getting revenge on her for so many years. Wasn’t that enough?!

Shen Wenyi worked seriously, typing very quickly. Her fingers striking the keyboard almost left afterimages, and her accuracy was quite high—she almost never hit backspace.

However, Shen Wenyi’s expression had an indescribable oddness.

Shen Wenyi was sometimes stern, sometimes focused, sometimes smiling so hard the corners of her mouth tightened, sometimes biting her lower lip with short, rapid breaths, sometimes closing her eyes and inexplicably swallowing, and sometimes reaching out to touch her own face, her own neck, even her own… chest???

Stop your thoughts, Jiang Shiyang. What nonsense are you imagining?

Though Shen Wenyi was no good person, you didn’t need to picture her in an 19+ rated scene. Maybe she was just itchy and scratched it?

Thinking this, her own chest felt itchy. Wanted to scratch. No hands.

After observing Shen Wenyi for a while, she completely lost hope for tonight’s mission. From the looks of it, Shen Wenyi couldn’t possibly clamp the cup between her legs again tonight. Sleep. She’d figure out a plan tomorrow.

She closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.

She had a dream. In the dream, she wore a bikini, lying on a beach, leisurely sunbathing, enjoying the sea breeze, with waves lapping at her feet.

She picked up a mixed fruit juice with a lemon slice and a tiny umbrella, just about to open her mouth to take the straw, when out of nowhere a Husky appeared. It came up and licked her face with drool, then clamped its jaws around her lower half-mouth. Half its face reached into her mouth, nuzzling her tongue.

She woke with a jolt.

Before her eyes was a wall covered in wallpaper. Her lower half-mouth still had the intense illusion of being held, her tongue occasionally brushing against something soft.

Groggy with sleep, she was dazed for a few seconds before suddenly feeling something was wrong. Why was the wallpaper pattern on the opposite wall reversed?

She slightly widened her eyes and looked down at her body.

Where had her body gone? How was only half her head left on the nightstand, and head-down at that?!