Chapter 43: Transmigrating into the Republic of China: The Overbearing Warlord's Obsessive Nightly Pampering

Xie Buchend said he had read the novel serialized in the school magazine three times, and every single time it felt like watching a dog drop a turd—he could only catch a single snippet of it.

Though the writing style was mediocre and some parts felt a bit odd, it was surprisingly immersive to read.

Especially the part where the female protagonist, a modern urban citizen, time-traveled to the Republic of China era and accidentally dropped her smartphone into a pit latrine; the description was meticulously detailed, authentic, and convincing.

He had never encountered such a fresh and refined plotline before, and it truly left a deep impression on him.

"Alright, stop talking about it."

Lin Shu wanted to die.

Or rather, she wanted to murder him.

Xie Buchend asked, "The full text isn't available online, can you send me the complete version?"

Lin Shu replied, "Was the person spamming my email to rush updates for the novel actually you?"

"Yes."

Xie Buchend nodded slightly, with a calm and shameless candor that made one feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Lin Shu said again, "Go ahead and read it, then. The whole thing is uploaded this time, so you can see the ending."

Xie Buchend flipped through the booklet, and upon seeing the words "The End" written near the back, he raised his eyebrows lightly, looking as though a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

Lin Shu fled back to her classroom, deeply terrified.

She brought the incident up with Zhou Ya.

Zhou Ya said with a meaningful smile, "This is truly a destined romance~"

Fine, just fine.

Usually, it was she who teased Zhou Ya.

Now the tables had turned, and Zhou Ya was teasing her.

What goes around truly comes around.

Zhou Ya managed to find a copy on the first floor and finished reading it during the break between classes.

Lin Shu asked her for her thoughts.

Zhou Ya stammered and hesitated.

Lin Shu asked why she was blushing; she didn't even blush when facing Lin Zhou normally, yet all sorts of other places were turning red.

Zhou Ya let out a long breath.

She flipped to a certain page, pointed at a paragraph, and stole a glance at Lin Shu: "Shushu, why on earth did you write something like this?"

Lin Shu glanced at it and froze.

Oh no, this was a catastrophe.

Because she had lived two lifetimes and her life experience had grown, she had written a bit about the female protagonist's and the male protagonist's first clumsy encounter of passion, a bit about the female protagonist and the second male lead crossing the line from pretense to reality, along with a whole bunch of fiery entanglements between the female protagonist and the second male lead...

While this level of content was entirely publishable in the commercial publishing world, it was simultaneously completely off-limits for showing to acquaintances.

There was simply too much unbridled boasting and horniness.

Ugh.

No wonder Zhou Ya had such mixed feelings and looked at Lin Shu with the gaze of a mother watching her child grow up.

No.

How was this any different from stripping off her underpants in front of acquaintances?

She had grown careless, truly careless. She had written it with the same reckless, boundless abandon she usually applied when translating foreign literature.

And the Chinese teacher too—why hadn't she reminded her to tone it down?

She was at fault as well; the writing process had spanned too long, causing her to completely forget how lewd some of her earlier choice of words had been.

Class was currently in session.

With eyes wide and brimming with horror, Lin Shu's fingers flew across her phone hidden inside the desk drawer.

Lin Shu: Have you finished reading it? Xie Buchend?

Xie Buchend: Finished.

Lin Shu: ……

Xie Buchend: What's wrong?

Lin Shu: Did you notice anything out of place?

Xie Buchend: Not really.

Lin Shu: Oh, well, is it good?

Xie Buchend: Good. The author is a total badass, definitely not an ordinary person.

……

Lin Shu emerged like a drowning person breaking the surface of the water and let out a slow, heavy sigh of relief. How should she put it—she felt that Xie Buchend actually had decent taste.

The girl who had been in a state of absolute panic just moments ago now propped her chin in her hand, a faint, complacent smile playing on her lips.

She was getting carried away.

……

On the other side—

Class 2 of the ordinary track classroom.

During self-study class, everyone was chatting.

Xie Buchend sat in the very last row, completely motionless.

His slender fingers pressed against a paragraph on the page, gently stroking it. His ears were red as blood, and though he tried to pull his gaze away, he couldn't help but look back.

[The newcomer was roughly over one-eighty centimeters tall, with polished military boots and a straight posture. Aside from his calm and wise eyes, what left the deepest impression was his magnificent pectoral muscles, enough to make any woman jealous.]

[While passing on intelligence for the sake of concealment and cover, Fu Xue had shared a night of pleasure with the man. She could never forget the scorching hot, resilient, and fascinating sensation of resting against his chest.]

[Her gaze was burning and direct, devoid of any evasion, yet the man refused to look at her. Only the tautness of his trousers revealed that the two indeed knew each other—or rather, that his body still remembered her.]

……

Xie Buchend felt his chest burning.

Especially the bruised spot.

He shifted his body uncomfortably, furrowing his brow slightly with a misty haze in his eyes, lost in thought.

He let out a long sigh.

Jiang Xinyi glanced over at him multiple times.

Noticing the small booklet on Xie Buchend's desk, she casually picked up a copy from the stack on the podium as she passed by the first-floor platform after evening self-study.

Though she hadn't read the earlier parts of the serialized novel, it didn't affect her comprehension in the slightest.

The uninhibited and daring language within it was enough to make even someone as worldly as her blush.

Such an arrogant display of the female gaze.

Under the author's pen, the men might as well have been wearing nothing at all.

Such a wild and untamed writing style.

The female protagonist had already shared intimacy with the male lead, yet for the sake of her mission, she could seamlessly sleep with the second male lead as well.

Such a bizarre and eccentric plotline.

It looked like a pure romance time-travel novel at first glance, but the female protagonist ended up kicking away the wavering original male lead, seducing a hot-blooded warlord, and smoothly dragging said warlord into the revolutionary camp.

……

heaven-defying, truly heaven-defying.

Jiang Xinyi took photos of the novel pages, sent them to a small group chat, and asked who had the earlier volumes of the school magazine.

With a novel this wild, the full text couldn't even be searched online.

Baidu was truly useless.

After reading the pictures, the members in the chat exclaimed in shock. Even though final exams were coming up this very week, these few photos began circulating wildly among the sophomore students.

"Our class still has the earlier volumes of the school magazine; they're shoved under the podium to prop up a wobbly desk leg. I'm going to go fish them out."

"I feel like this is an abridged version; the original text should be even more intense..."

"Us women need to read stuff like this to have the energy to take exams."

"…Got my hands on the earlier volumes, I'm uploading the photos to the group."

"I feel like the beginning is a bit mediocre though; the female protagonist acts like a total fangirl, losing her mind the moment she sees the pretty-boy male lead. Has she never seen a man before?"

"True, her personality feels a bit disjointed. But if you read it from start to finish, the contrast and impact between the front and back will probably be even stronger."

"True that. Looking at the beginning, I never expected the female protagonist would dare to cuckold the male lead later on."

……

Discussions of this sort, which initially only took place in Jiang Xinyi's small group chat, soon spread to every other group.

Later on, when people found out that Lin Shu was the one managing the school magazine, they simply called her up and demanded she dig up a couple of copies for them.

……

The reception was overwhelmingly positive, and Lin Shu couldn't stop herself from smiling with joy.

Even more satisfying was that, apart from Zhou Ya, absolutely zero people knew she was the original author of this novel.

Hehe.

As long as her secret identity remained intact, she could continue to run wild.

Striking while the iron was hot, Lin Shu clicked open a novel website and registered an account. Everything went smoothly, except she hit a roadblock when it came to choosing a pen name.

Her original pen name, "Only Deep," was the product of her infatuation with Ji Xingshen. If she brought that to the internet, it would become an indelible mark of shame for all eternity.

So what should her new pen name be?

Come Wealth?

Sounds like a dog.

Cola With Ice No Water.

Not bad.

But it lacked any real meaning.

Or maybe AAA Building Materials Wholesale General Manager Wang—she used this for several platform IDs, brimming with sexual tension, so that readers would automatically look to her for home renovations whenever they read her work.

No, no, no.

She still had to publish this novella, and the pen name used in the school magazine had been "Only Deep." If the new one differed too much, what would she do if someone accused her of plagiarism?

"Hmm..."

Lin Shu inexplicably recalled the scene that had repeatedly played out across her past and present lives—the youth drifting and sinking in the turbulent yellow torrent, drifting further and further away.

She had been saved by Xie Buchend.

And she had saved a child.

Their lives were strangely intertwined and continued through one another.

"Let's call it..."

Lin Shu wrote two characters on her draft notebook: Only Life.

Having been granted a second chance, she was filled with gratitude.

Though it sounded a bit sentimental, people seemingly only realized after experiencing major ups and downs that: in the face of life and death, nothing else mattered.

Staying alive was the absolute primary objective of living.

She briskly typed in her pen name, completed the registration, and uploaded the first original novel of her life.

What had been cut short in her past life was now accomplished in this one. Putting aside whatever success might come later, just this tiny step alone filled Lin Shu's heart with profound gratitude.

She looked at the generated novel webpage on her computer screen.

A captivating light shone in her eyes.

It looked like tears, yet also like the brilliance of life that she had long since lost.

……

Having successfully published her work, Lin Shu tossed the novel link over to Zhou Ya.

Zhou Ya was quite satisfied with her new pen name.

Except—

Zhou Ya: Let me just ask, did the novel really have to be titled that?

《Transmigrating to the Republic of China: The Overbearing Warlord Pampering Me Every Night, Please Stop Tangling With Me, My Ex-Husband》

Lin Shu: It absolutely had to.

Zhou Ya: ……

Lin Shu: [Sugar-free white steamed bun evil smile.jpg]