Quick Transmigration: Will Even a Foolishly Popular Person Be Forced to Love Him?

Continent A has recently entered its rainy season, and the weather is always gloomy.

Almost everyone had left the classroom, and the air felt a little deserted.

So when she heard the news of Zhao Wangjing's death, the pure and beautiful girl blinked her long eyelashes, seemingly stunned by the shock, and it took her a while to react to the news.

"what……"

She was wearing the uniform of St. Night High School, with a petite figure, slender waist, and a pair of exceptionally long and delicate legs beneath her skirt.

The same suit jacket and reddish-brown pleated skirt.

Exquisite and elegant clothes, when worn by a young girl, appear as soft and beautiful as pearls, and her temperament is as pure as a handful of fresh snow picked from a snow-capped mountain, exuding a sense of clarity untouched by dust.

"Zhao Wangjing...is he dead?"

Even her slightly bewildered voice was exceptionally pure and clear.

The girl who told Yunzhi this news had a slightly arrogant look in her eyes. Her gaze lingered imperceptibly on Yunzhi's fair face for a moment, and then she became infatuated.

"Yes, my uncle works at the police station. The highway where the accident happened has been closed off. I heard the scene was extremely horrific."

Xu Ruo, as if presenting a treasure, couldn't help but move even closer to Yun Zhi:

"Zhizhi, you don't need to be too sad. Young Master Zhao has always been in poor health. Even without this car accident, given his constitution, he would have eventually..."

"Enough, stop talking!"

Seeing that the other person was about to say something reckless, Su Lin, who was next to her, quickly spoke up to stop them.

Who is Zhao Wangjing?

That's the eldest son of the Zhao family!

The Zhao family is practically all-powerful in Continent A, with their companies monopolizing various industries, making them the undisputed industry leaders.

Even if Su Lin and the others were able to get into Saint Night High School, it means that they come from good families, but someone like Zhao Wangjing is not someone that Su Lin and the others can talk to.

If it weren't for Yun Zhi in front of them, they wouldn't even be considered part of Zhao Wangjing's social circle, let alone mention him in such an offensive way.

But Zhao Wangjing's situation is indeed not optimistic at all.

The highway was blocked off, and the entire area was cordoned off.

Police officers, doctors, subordinates...

The faces of all sorts of people looked even more uneasy in the gloomy rain.

The only two young masters of the Zhao family, the incomparably precious heirs, died in this accident.

Whether it was an accident or not, someone will have to bear the wrath of the Zhao family and pay a terrible price.

Yun Zhi, Zhao Wangjing's girlfriend, may also be implicated.

"...Yesterday's torrential rain caused poor visibility and slippery roads. The cars in front collided, causing a chain-reaction accident. It was too late to stop in time. Young Master Zhao..."

At this point, Su Lin, who was speaking somewhat vaguely, paused and glanced at Yun Zhi.

The girl in front of him looked so frail, and her identity was extraordinary; one can imagine how he felt at that moment.

"Anyway, what's done is done, Zhizhi, don't be too sad," Su Lin said softly.

The girl, who was being watched by the two men, simply lowered her eyes and softly hummed in agreement.

-

This world is a fictional modern world.

Here, the system is similar to a combination of H country's conglomerates and M country's capital. The Celestial Dragons, who are at the top of the food chain, wield immense power, and class stratification is so rigid that it is almost impossible for any ordinary person to climb up the social ladder.

Without a doubt, Yun Zhi is once again playing a cannon fodder role.

Her father died early, and her mother was fortunate enough to be valued because of her diligence, thrift, and honesty. During a certain transfer, she came to the Zhao family's old house to serve the family members.

Yunzhi had lived with her mother since she was a child, and this time she naturally came to the Zhao family's old house with her mother and stayed in the servants' room of the Zhao family.

In the original story, Yun Zhi lacked love because of her poor family background;

She had also watched the young masters live a life of luxury since she was a child.

Later, because his mother saved Madam Zhao's life, he benefited from her kindness and was granted permission to attend a prestigious school with the young masters, which fostered his exceptionally greedy and vain personality.

She admires the young master who is frail and sickly but gentle and kind, and at school she also identifies herself as his admirer.

On the surface, she pretends to be a respectable person, but behind the scenes, she often flaunts the Zhao family's influence, uses all sorts of underhanded tricks, and even spreads rumors that she and the young master of the Zhao family are childhood sweethearts.

Before the eldest young master's death, Yun Zhi often fawned over him, appearing to be extremely infatuated with him.

She didn't covet the position of the young master's girlfriend; she just wanted to be his mistress. She was so young, yet she didn't want to work hard and was trying to rise to the top in one step.

After the eldest young master's death, Yun Zhi quickly changed her tune and tried to seduce the second young master.

The second young master wasn't as kind-hearted as the eldest young master, and he didn't indulge her at all. He directly gave Yun Zhi a severe lesson.

In short, Yun Zhi's character is exceptionally selfish and vain, and in the end, she is driven out of the Zhao family and suffers a miserable fate.

Due to the plot, Yun Zhi was almost forced to stay in this world for more than ten years, growing from an infant to her current age.

Only now that Zhao Wangjing is dead has Yunzhi remembered her true identity.

It's better not to think about it, because as soon as Yun Zhi thinks about the task she has to complete, she feels extremely troubled.

Because, in her memory, the plot was not only not similar in the slightest, but was completely unrelated.

For example, Yun Zhi was originally just a liar who only wanted to climb up to the rich young master and enjoy wealth and luxury, but now she has become the girlfriend of the deceased Zhao Wangjing.

……

As she walked out, Yunzhi recalled the first time she met Zhao Wangjing.

Yunzhi came to the Zhao family with her mother when she was six years old.

The Zhao family ancestral home is a huge classical manor with multiple courtyards, main buildings, annex buildings, gardens, servants' quarters... so large it is awe-inspiring.

At that moment, the consul was explaining the precautions for Yunzhi's mother after she started working, and the little girl nestled obediently against her mother's waist, listening along.

"You will be responsible for cleaning a specific area on the first floor of the main building along with some other servants. You can only come here during your shift; you are not allowed to approach this area on other days."

"When you come here to clean, you must not make too much noise, the young master hates noise."

"If you encounter important guests or hosts while cleaning, you must always maintain a respectful attitude and smile, and you must not look directly at them. Your gaze should always be kept below their chin."

"When they are talking, you must be able to read between the lines, continue doing your job, or disappear quietly like a shadow."

The consul warned in a slightly serious tone:

"You've been working for the Zhao family for quite some time now, and you know the rules of the Zhao family. However, you've just been transferred from the branch family to the main family, so there are some things I need to repeat to you again."

"Remember, you are a servant of the Zhao family, not a person."

"In the Zhao family, you must be absolutely obedient to your master's orders."

"You know what will happen if you offend your master."

The consul gave some more instructions, then glanced at the simple and composed Yun Shu, and then at Yun Zhi, who was tightly holding Yun Shu's waist.

Yun Zhi blinked her big eyes, and when he looked at her, she quickly put on a cute little face, nodded, and pretended to be listening attentively.

—Hmm, Zhidou's Zhidou! She's Zhidou too!

The consul's tone softened unconsciously as he spoke to Yun Shu:

"The Zhao family is kind-hearted. Knowing your situation, they allow you to bring your daughter to live with them. You should be grateful, act carefully, avoid causing trouble, and make sure to take good care of your daughter."

He wasn't looking for trouble; in fact, his words were somewhat well-intentioned.

Yun Shu had previously worked at a branch of the Zhao family, so she naturally knew what the manager meant.

The Zhao family patriarch and his wife do not live in the ancestral home; only the two young masters reside there permanently.

The Zhao family, though a large and well-established clan, has always had a weak main lineage, with only a pair of twins in this generation.

The eldest son, Zhao Wangjing, has been in poor health since birth and is usually raised in the main house. There are not many rumors about his personality outside.

The second young master, Zhao Wanghuai, was different.

Celestial Dragons are inherently prone to acting independently and being self-centered. This one, in particular, is infamous for his inability to even stand and speak to others, simply because he hates being looked down upon.

He had no intention of showing mercy to women; anyone who provoked him would only suffer a miserable end.

Even if the other party had no intention of provoking him, Zhao Wanghuai would still act maliciously.

Many of the playmates prepared for him were eventually sent back in a particularly tragic manner, and it's hard to guarantee what the second young master's attitude would be if he saw Yun Zhi, who was about the same age.

Just as the consul was about to say something, Yunzhi faintly heard some noise.

A moment later, a group of people escorted a young boy as he walked in through the main entrance.

The consul immediately stopped talking and hurriedly pulled the two of them aside.

The consul, who had previously been somewhat condescending, now appeared unusually submissive.

The other servants who were doing their work also stopped what they were doing and stood aside in a well-trained manner.

Even though no one gave any loud orders, the adults around immediately lowered their heads and looked away.

Only Yun Zhi couldn't resist her curiosity and glanced over there.

The handsome young man had just returned from outside, looking listless.

A butler, around fifty years old, with his hair neatly combed and dressed in a sharp tailcoat, stood respectfully beside him, bowing as he spoke to him.

With just a glance, it was coldly caught by the other party's keen senses.

He also glanced at Yun Zhi.

Six-year-old Yunzhi was like a soft, sticky rice ball. Although her father had died early, her mother loved her dearly.

Her long, curly hair was carefully tied into two low ponytails, her pink dress was impeccably neat and clean, and she wore a pair of shiny black Mary Jane shoes.

After being caught peeking, the little girl immediately hid behind her, only revealing half of her snowball-like face.

With its round, black grape-like eyes, the kitten, hiding behind an adult, looked like a long-haired calico kitten, a little scared yet curious, peeking out to observe a stranger.

The original work does not mention when the two first met.

Before the incident involving gratitude, the young master might not even have remembered Yun Zhi.

—After all, she was just a servant's daughter.

If they don't even bother to remember the faces of the servants, how could they possibly remember the burden that the other party brought along?

Unlike the original story, after Yunzhi first met the eldest young master, Zhao Wangjing...

The sickly-looking boy, with a pale and tired face, stared at Yun Zhi with his large, dark eyes for a long while.

Then, turning her head, the first thing she said to the butler was, "Who is she?"

The second sentence: "I want her."

With just those two brief sentences, little Yunzhi, timidly holding her mother's small hand, was brought to Zhao Wangjing without even a chance to refuse.

Unlike the gentle and perfect character described in the original work, Zhao Wangjing as a child not only had little expression on his face, but his body temperature was also ice-cold.

He still carried the chill of the outside air; the damp, cold air seeped into Zhao Wangjing's clothes.

When he reached out to Yunzhi, Yunzhi felt as if she were being entangled by some damp, supple vine.

"No, let go of me, it hurts..."

Yun Zhi is very kind to people; even strangers can touch the top of her soft hair.

But Zhao Wangjing was different from the people she usually met, and she was a little scared. She subconsciously struggled in Zhao Wangjing's arms to look at her mother's face.

"Mother……"

"—Zhizhi!"

Yun Shu's expression changed immediately, her face turning slightly pale and damp with sweat due to nervousness.

She wants her daughter back.

However, the instinct to obey superiors, ingrained in the bones of people from Continent A, made her both worried and fearful. She could only watch with concern as her daughter was embraced by a well-dressed stranger.

Yun Shu didn't know why she encountered such a thing on her first day at the Zhao family's ancestral home, and a chill ran down her spine.

The consul even stopped Yun Shu when she tried to rush over, warning her in a low voice, "That's the young master, don't cause trouble."

No one around was surprised by this.

Their submissive, downcast faces were like masks painted on their faces, as if nothing, no matter how big the matter, was of no consequence, allowing the young master to act recklessly.

Yunzhi sensed a strange and terrifying aura emanating from the adults.

She trembled slightly, her struggles weakened instantly, and her small face was filled with only timid fear:

"Brother, can you let me go? I... I want my mom..."

Zhao Wangjing remained unmoved, simply staring at her face, and asked:

"Zhizhi? Which zhi? The zhi of 'knowing'? The zhi of 'branch'? Or the zhi of 'gardenia'?"

Yun Zhi's eyes welled up with tears, her clear pupils reflecting Zhao Wangjing's face blankly. She remained silent.

So Zhao Wangjing raised his eyes, looking gloomy, and looked at Yun Shu.

Beneath the thin eyelids of the young and sickly eldest son, his black pupils resembled two cool glass beads.

With instincts like those of small animals, Yun Zhi wrapped her arms around Zhao Wangjing's neck almost the instant he looked up.

"Brother, it's the last one, it's the 'zhi' in 'zhizihua' (gardenia flower)..."

Zhao Wangjing stroked her hair: "Hmm. What's your name?"

The girl suppressed her fear and obediently said, "Yunzhi. The 'Yun' in 'cloud'."

"My name is Zhao Wangjing. 'Wang' as in 'to look forward,' and 'Jing' as in 'capital city.' Got it?"

Yunzhi nodded quickly.

Zhao Wangjing stared at her for a while, his expression softening.

He pressed his cool face against Yun Zhi's soft, round face, as if hugging a warm, cuddly doll, and spoke gently:

"Now that we've exchanged names, from this day forward, you are mine."

A prophecy.

Twelve years later, Yunzhi became his girlfriend.

After dating for only a month, Zhao Wangjing died on that ordinary rainy night.