Chapter 3: Day 3 of Transmigrating into an Object

Jiang Shiyang stared at the enormous figure before her in disbelief. The feeling was like standing halfway up a mountain, gazing at the towering, mist-shrouded peak across from her.

As if waking from a deep dream, she finally remembered—she was a ring right now. Beneath her was a smooth, white porcelain sink counter, and Shen Wenyi was showering right across from her.

Sh-showering?!

What’s the first reaction upon seeing your mortal enemy showering? Obviously, grab your phone! You’d want to capture scandalous photos or videos and throw them right in Shen Wenyi’s face, just to see if she’d ever dare compete with you again!

But she was a ring now. No phone.

Even if she had one, maybe it was better this way. Secretly filming someone was illegal, and knowing Shen Wenyi, that dog of a woman would rather let her own explicit photos flood the internet than let Jiang Shiyang avoid a maximum prison sentence.

There had been an incident like this before. Back in their first year of high school, still groggy from sleep and thinking she was in middle school, she somehow wandered to the junior high department and ended up late.

Luckily, the homeroom teacher hadn’t arrived yet. She was just about to sneak in when Shen Wenyi, who had arrived even later, grabbed her by the back collar.

“Being late means standing in the hallway as punishment.”

Shen Wenyi had said that, no room for argument.

Jiang Shiyang was so furious her eyes rolled back. She turned to Shen Wenyi with a fake smile and said, “We’re both late anyway, so how about a truce? Neither of us gets punished, no one tattles, and we both just go inside.”

But no, Shen Wenyi refused. She absolutely refused. The woman had a brain kicked in by a donkey. She’d rather drag Jiang Shiyang to stand in the corridor together, attracting stares from every teacher and staff member in the school, than give her a way out!

What a psycho!

That time, to establish order for the new semester, the homeroom teacher made an example of them. With one fell swoop, they were sentenced to a month of cleaning the bathrooms.

Her blood-soaked history proved one thing: she really didn’t need to risk jail time just to threaten Shen Wenyi.

Still, it was a pity. After all, aside from Shen Wenyi’s mother, no one else in the world had probably ever seen Shen Wenyi shower.

Jiang Shiyang’s mind wandered wildly. The plan she had been hatching to complete her task couldn’t be executed yet anyway—she had to wait until Shen Wenyi finished.

So she’d just wait. It shouldn’t take long.

Jiang Shiyang yawned in spirit, feeling much more refreshed after her nap.

Tsk tsk. Shen Wenyi’s fans always boasted about her great figure. Great how? Besides having a thinner waist and a bigger cup size, what else did she have on her?

Look, her legs weren’t as long, right? Sure, it was because Jiang Shiyang was taller, but long was long—that was an irrefutable fact.

So, as she always said, Shen Wenyi’s fans were blind. Not only did they fail to worship a Best Actress like her with fair skin, pretty features, and long legs, but they even had the audacity to call her ugly?

Even her pinky nail was prettier than them!

Though, to give credit where it was due, Shen Wenyi wasn’t all flaws. She had some merits—like her… skin. It was really nice, so fair and delicate, the kind that would stay red for three days after just a couple of pinches.

Jiang Shiyang watched this rare moment of Shen Wenyi being so “openly honest” and began her satisfying critique, finally finding a tiny, reluctant sliver of amusement amidst this miserable turn of events.

Shen Wenyi really was pale. But her pallor was different from Jiang Shiyang’s. Her own was a creamy white, always looking supple and moisturized. Shen Wenyi’s was a thin pallor, so translucent that the steam seemed to make her fade away.

She watched Shen Wenyi’s slender, delicate fingers grip the bath pouf, lathering herself with creamy white foam. She watched the water droplets clinging to Shen Wenyi’s long lashes as she lowered her gaze to rinse her back, looking so obedient, like she was bowing in submission to her.

It felt… not bad.

The shower turned off. Shen Wenyi walked over, dripping wet, and stopped right in front of her, reaching for the mirror behind her.

The mirror creaked open, revealing a built-in closet. Hotels rarely had such closets; they usually mounted racks on the outside wall for towels, bath towels, and robes. But this hotel had placed them inside the mirror cabinet.

Jiang Shiyang’s gaze followed Shen Wenyi’s movements, unable to see much further. All she could see was the dizzying, intoxicating view of petal-pink colors directly above her head. A quivering droplet of water fell, splashing right onto her, suddenly hot.

The steamy heat cast a faint mist over the ring’s surface. Jiang Shiyang suddenly felt her mouth go dry. The Shen Wenyi before her looked like a beauty filter was maxed out, every inch of her radiating a soft glow. Even putting on a bathrobe looked like filming an R-rated scene.

She closed her eyes, her mind filled with the image of those pink petals that had nearly pressed against her face. The magnified visual impact at such close range completely surpassed imagination, more shocking than watching a horror movie in VR, and the faint scent of shower gel made it even more overwhelming.

It took her three whole minutes to compose herself.

Shen Wenyi finished up and left, leaving her forgotten on the sink counter. The hum of a hairdryer came from outside, and through the crack in the door, a shadowy figure could be seen moving about.

Moments later, the hairdryer stopped. The lights went out. The figure disappeared.

Jiang Shiyang lay alone in the bathroom, the heat gradually dissipating and the temperature dropping. She listened to the occasional drip of water. It was a bit creepy.

The timing was about right. If she waited any longer and Shen Wenyi fell asleep, it would be a huge problem. Tomorrow, she still had to arrive early on set, as promised to Director Chen. Unless the sky fell and the earth split, she couldn’t go back on her word.

Jiang Shiyang never threw her weight around as a diva, and throwing it around in front of Director Chen was basically suicide.

Jiang Shiyang took a deep breath and opened the Shop – My Items. She tapped [Remaining Human Form Duration]. An immediate prompt asked if she wanted to use it. She quickly ran through the next sequence of events in her mind, ensuring she could make full use of the five minutes, before finally tapping [Confirm].

In the next instant, Jiang Shiyang felt a jolt run through her entire body, like she’d been hit with a stun gun. A white light flashed before her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was curled up on the sofa, clutching her half-peeled corn pillow. The TV was playing a variety show she wasn’t even watching.

This variety show was a flying guest spot her agent had booked for her. She’d already informed Director Chen, and she would free up a day for it when the time came.

She tapped her phone screen to check. The page was still stuck on the comment she’d written from her alt account, expertly trolling Shen Wenyi.

A dominating countdown display appeared in her mind.

[Remaining Human Form Duration: 4 minutes 52 seconds]

She swiftly switched to her official main account. Her feet didn’t stay idle—she rushed into the bathroom to grab a broom, then ran into the bedroom, kneeling on the floor and sweeping under the bed with the broom handle.

The Cartier ring, identical to the one Shen Wenyi wore, had been thrown by her in a fit of rage a few hours ago and had rolled under the bed.

It wasn’t her fault. Blame those CP fans and their Abnormal (Yi/Yang) fan super topic.

So what if Shen Wenyi happened to have the same style as her again? Did they have to beat drums and gongs in the super topic like it was New Year’s?

They were even saying she and Shen Wenyi had a telepathic connection?

Ha.

If your eyesight is bad, turn left out the door and get a pair of HD glasses at the optometrist.

Especially that blogger called @Abnormal Heartbeat. This morning, news just broke that she and Shen Wenyi both had that Cartier ring, and by afternoon, that blogger had churned out an 8,000-word spicy fanfic. The entire thing revolved around the ring, and the creative ways the ring was used left her utterly speechless.

Beneath the post, a pack of CP fans howled, “So delicious,” “Read it a billion more times,” “Abnormal GOAT.” Face blank, she wished she could mentally slice that blogger 8,500 times. She also conveniently reported the post.

Ha. What “Abnormal”? Why was Shen Wenyi the top and she the bottom? She was clearly taller than Shen Wenyi!

Of course, that wasn’t the main point. The main point was that both she and Shen Wenyi were straighter than steel bars. Couldn’t these fans just be normal for once?

Gritting her teeth and using her phone flashlight, she finally managed to fish out the ring that had rolled in.

[Remaining Human Form Duration: 2 minutes 12 seconds]

Jiang Shiyang dropped the broom, rushed into the bathroom to rinse off the dust, and glanced at her reflection—hair a mess. After her shower, she’d been playing on her phone with a towel wrapped around her head and hadn’t dried her hair at all!

She quickly found a comb and smoothed it out. No time for makeup. She just applied some lipstick and slipped the ring onto her index finger.

The contrasting design on the ring’s surface shimmered with a strange, faint light under the lamp. She adjusted its position, pursed her red lips, and kissed the Cartier ring on her finger. Snap.

[Remaining Human Form Duration: 56 seconds]

The photo wasn’t entirely satisfactory, but time was running out. She leaned against the sink counter, quickly edited a post, attached the photo, and sent it out. Then, she used the last 10 seconds to send Shen Wenyi a message.

[Jiang Shiyang: Dare to take the challenge? Let’s see who gets the most likes in 24 hours!]

The moment she sent it, a reply came instantly.

[Shen Wenyi: No.]

No?!

Shen Wenyi actually said no?!

Usually, if she posted a photo of a milk tea cup, Shen Wenyi would immediately livestream the entire process of making homemade milk tea. Her fans would then frantically repost it, blindly gushing about how skillful, elegant, and refined she was.

Now that she was practically handing Shen Wenyi an invitation on a silver platter, Shen Wenyi was telling her “No”?!

She was fuming, seven orifices smoking. She was about to send another message when a sharp, piercing alarm suddenly blared in her mind.

Time’s up!

Damn it!

In the next second, her body went numb, and another flash of white light blinded her.