Chapter 32: Day 32 of Transmigrating into an Object Part 1

Jiang Shiyang was completely unnerved.

She didn’t want her mind to wander, she really didn’t. But with that kind of voice in her earbud and Shen Wenyi making that kind of noise outside of it, she couldn’t control her thoughts even if she wanted to, damn it!

Shen Wenyi, are you uncomfortable? Should I call 120 for you? Is it a stomach ache? Chest pain? Or a toothache?

The blanket’s covering you, I can’t even see where you’re pressing, where exactly is the discomfort?

If you’re uncomfortable, just say so. Groaning to yourself is useless. Don’t think just because you’re young you can ignore your body. If you need to go to the hospital, then go!

Jiang Shiyang: ……………………

Meow, stop groaning. I’m really going to start getting the wrong idea!

Shen Wenyi’s voice and the voice in the earbud rose and fell in turn, a double assault. Several times, she couldn’t tell if it was Shen CV or Shen Wenyi.

“The earbud… why… is it so hot?”

Shen Wenyi murmured faintly, reaching up to press the earbud. Before, it was always Shen Wenyi who held her and tucked her into her ear, but now, just the pad of her finger lightly brushing the back of the earbud sent a shiver through her entire soul.

The earbud got even hotter.

Yet Shen Wenyi didn’t remove her. She just adjusted it slightly, as if she couldn’t bear to take it out just yet, wanting to continue listening to the audio drama in both ears.

The plot reached the point where she, to test Shen Wenyi, pretended to reveal a weakness, giving Shen Wenyi a chance to escape. Shen Wenyi’s heart raced facing the opening, but fearing it was a trap, she gritted her teeth and let the opportunity slip away.

She watched the surveillance footage of Shen Wenyi, obediently at home, cooking soup for her. She lazily returned home. The sound of the door opening came, followed by Shen Wenyi’s clear, melodious voice, laced with a gentle, smiling warmth.

“You’re back. Perfect timing, wash your hands and eat.”

After the meal, they shared their usual intimate moments. She fell asleep, and Shen Wenyi’s narration began.

“In a few more days, it will be her birthday. That will be the best opportunity.”

On her birthday, Shen Wenyi personally baked a cake, shaping it into a heart and frosting it pink. Fine food, fine wine, the sweet cake, candles lit. The beauty under the candlelight made the heart flutter.

Just the voice alone could paint such a picture.

This feeling was completely different from reading the story. It was vivid, as if everything were real.

She returned, saw the cake, and heard Shen Wenyi softly singing “Happy Birthday.” The warm music played, so beautiful it involuntarily softened the heart.

Shen CV: “Happy birthday, Jiang Shiyang.”

Jiang CV: “Why aren’t you calling me ‘Sister’ today?”

Shen CV: “Because I want to celebrate your birthday properly. Celebrate you, Jiang Shiyang.”

She was silent for a few seconds, then said, “I never celebrate birthdays. At my age, who needs this kind of hollow sentiment?”

Despite her words, her voice held a touch more warmth, unlike her usual nonchalant tone.

The rustle of clothing. Shen Wenyi sat on her lap and said, “What about me then? If I give myself to you as a birthday gift, is that sincere enough? Still hollow?”

She didn’t laugh frivolously like usual. Instead, there was silence, then the sound of kissing. Her breath fanned out as she whispered, “What I want is your heart.”

Shen Wenyi said, “Isn’t my heart right here? It doesn’t listen to me. It should hate you, but now it leaps with excitement just seeing you. It’s belonged to you for a long time.”

She was silent for a very long time. Music played, clothes rustled, kissing sounds. One could imagine her holding Shen Wenyi, kissing her. Shen Wenyi, panting, lifted a wine glass to her lips.

“Today, you can’t sweep the dishes onto the floor again. I put my heart and soul into making them. I cooked all day. Even if it doesn’t mean much to you, maybe even not to your taste, it’s still my heartfelt feelings.”

She was silent for a moment, then said, her voice hoarse, “Of course, your heartfelt feelings can’t be wasted.”

Then came the clinking of plates, cups, knives, and forks. Shen Wenyi raised her glass: First toast, wishing her a happy birthday. Second, wishing her good health. Third, wishing her a brilliant future. Fourth, wishing her everything she desired. Fifth, wishing her eternal youth.

In short, toast after toast. After the tenth, she snuggled in her arms and talked about her own past—how she struggled through her studies, how she got her current job, her first impression of her, how much she hated her later, and now, how unwillingly she had fallen in love.

Cup after cup of wine was poured down her throat, all poured by Shen Wenyi.

From the moment Shen Wenyi was imprisoned, she had never spoken to her this much, especially such heartfelt words. Before she knew it, she was drunk.

Jiang CV: “You said the first moment you saw me, you thought I was very beautiful? You had a good feeling?”

Shen CV: “Yes.”

Jiang CV: “Was it love at first sight?”

Shen CV chuckled with tipsy amusement, “Back then, how would I know anything about like or dislike? I just wanted to get closer, to… be friends with you.”

Jiang CV: “Then why did you provoke me? Weren’t you afraid I’d hate you?”

Shen CV: “I… I don’t know. I wanted you to notice me. Not just ordinary attention, not an ordinary relationship. Attention etched into the heart, to be… to be someone special to you.”

Jiang CV: “And then? You found out I wasn’t really a good person, that I carried half the criminal code on my shoulders. Were you scared? Did you hate it?”

Shen CV’s shaking head sound came through: “The only thing I hated was that you never truly took me to heart. In your eyes, I was just a little thing challenging your authority. You wanted to tame me, you… you didn’t really love me.”

Jiang CV: “Who says I don’t love you? I love you to death. Come here, give me a kiss.”

Shen CV turned her head away and said, “See, you don’t love me at all. I can hear it, and I can feel it.”

Jiang CV: “Feel it? How can you feel it? I’ll let you feel just how much I love you right now.”

Rustling clothes, kissing sounds. Shen CV said, breathless, “I haven’t seen the sea in a long time. I really want to see it.”

Jiang CV’s voice was relatively steady, but she bumped into a chair standing up, clearly drunk.

Jiang CV: “Alright, let’s go see the sea first. It’s not bad to let you feel it there.”

Jiang CV dragged Shen Wenyi out of the villa. The car roared to life and shot onto the highway.

Shen CV cried out in alarm, “You, you’re driving drunk!”

Jiang CV: “Then let the police come and arrest me.”

Her character in the story was a ruthless, lawless boss operating in the grey zone, carrying half the criminal code. She didn’t care about drunk driving at all.

The sound of speeding, vibrating the coil within her body, drummed against her heart. Just listening to the audio drama’s sound effects, she could almost feel the wind sweeping over the streamlined sports car, ruffling long hair. The dark night pressed heavily overhead, the city’s myriad lights fading into the distance. The coastline at the road’s end, fishing lights decorating the night sea.

They arrived at the sea. The sound of waves, the wind. Shen CV’s voice became somewhat indistinct.

Shen CV: “So beautiful.”

A deep breath.

Shen CV: “Even the air feels free.”

Jiang CV: “You are more beautiful.”

The sound of shifting sand. Shen Wenyi was pushed down. Kissing sounds. Jiang CV’s breath was heavy, her magnetic voice lingering in the ear, seductive and soul-stirring.

Shen CV: “Are, are you crazy? We’re outside.”

Jiang CV: “There’s no one here. Even if there were, it doesn’t matter. If they want to watch, let them watch.”

Shen CV: “What if someone records it?”

Jiang CV: “Then perfect. Let the whole world see who you belong to.”

Shen Wenyi struggled nervously. Sounds of clothing, shifting sand, and their ragged breaths.

Jiang CV said with a drunken slur, “Alright, I’m just teasing you. No one will record. There was a murder nearby recently. Didn’t you see the police tape over there? No one dares to come here this late.”

Isn’t that even scarier?

Jiang Shiyang felt a chill hearing those waves. Shen CV trembled, panting, clearly terrified as well.

Shen CV: “Th-then let’s go somewhere else.”

Jiang CV: “If we go somewhere else, someone really might record it. I don’t care. If you don’t care either…”

Shen CV immediately said, “We’re not moving.”

Jiang CV chuckled softly, “Alright, I’m done teasing you. This area is land I bought. It’s been fenced off, no outsiders allowed. Don’t worry.”

When Jiang Shiyang read this part of the story before, she was in the car with Little Xie beside her. Feeling guilty like a thief, she’d just skimmed through it. Her memory of this plot was a bit hazy. She just remembered the intimate encounters, and then Shen Wenyi ran away.

So it wasn’t a murder scene. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though they were both called Jiang Shiyang, she really wasn’t as twisted as the Jiang Shiyang in the story. Calling it just ‘not as twisted’ was an understatement; they were worlds apart!

She was a good youth who emphasized the Five Stresses, Four Beauties and Three Loves, a law-abiding citizen.

Listening to the intimate scenes in the audio drama, she was utterly undone. Several times, on impulse, she wanted to tap the Random Five Senses Blocking Talisman.

No, she couldn’t tap it. She had to endure. After all, the talisman’s effect lasted 24 hours. If she blocked her hearing, how would she film tomorrow? And the word “Random” was very suggestive. What if it wasn’t hearing that got blocked? Wouldn’t that be a waste?

Endure, endure!

She had no idea how she got through it—her soul twisting like a caterpillar, toes curling, heart pounding wildly, mouth dry, face burning, and blushing furiously.

After listening to that segment, she felt a phantom sense of her body being completely drained.

Ah… she couldn’t take it anymore. A few more scenes like this and she’d probably be drained into a desiccated husk.

Especially with Shen Wenyi groaning and fidgeting under the covers—it was a deadly distraction.

Shen Wenyi, I’m not trying to lecture you, but I’m really starting to doubt you right now. Do you have the guts to throw off that blanket and let me see what’s really wrong with you?

The sound of waves still echoed in her ears. The her in the audio drama fell asleep. Her shallow breathing, laced with a satiated drunkenness, indicated she was deeply asleep.

Shen Wenyi gently got up. Sand rustled as it fell away. The blanket from the car was draped over them both. The sea wind cut through the earbud. Shen Wenyi left her side. The soft rustling of her skirt hem was distinct in the ear.

Bare feet stepping on fine sand, the sound of wading into water. The water grew deeper, her body parting the cool seawater, walking step by step into the abyss-like sea.

She suddenly jolted awake from her dream, rising from the sand, clutching the blanket and looking around wildly. Her gasps sprayed from the earbud. She stood up, running around the beach, shouting Shen Wenyi’s name.