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

Yunzhi declined Su Lin and the other person's offer to accompany her home. When she walked out of the school gate, the Zhao family's driver was already waiting there.

But this time, Zhao Wangjing wasn't on the way home.

The girl lowered her eyes slightly.

……

The next day marked the first day of Zhao Wangjing's body lying in state.

It was another rainy day.

The sky was misty, with a light drizzle falling intermittently.

The road was damp, and there was a faint, damp, and chilly smell in the air.

Yun Zhi, dressed in a black dress and with her long hair down, stood among the mourners.

The Zhao family wielded immense power, and now an unusually large number of people have come to pay their respects.

Everyone present had a solemn expression, and each of them, taken out individually, would have an identity that would leave people speechless.

Their faces were etched with genuine sorrow, and an older, elegant woman was wiping away tears with a handkerchief.

When they spoke in hushed tones, one could vaguely hear words like "it's a pity he died so young."

In the center of the hall, there was a coffin.

The heavy coffin exuded a faint, strange, cool fragrance, the unique scent of Phoebe zhennan wood, which kept out the decay and coldness of death.

Large bunches of white roses surrounded the edge of the coffin, and in the center was Zhao Wangjing's portrait.

In the black and white photo, the nineteen-year-old boy has clear and bright features, with a faint smile on his lips. The flowers around him make his young face look like a pale and fragile jade sculpture.

When he was a child, Zhao Wangjing actually had a bad temper.

How good a temper can someone suffering from illness have?

I can't eat or sleep well.

During his childhood, a time when human curiosity about the outside world is at its peak, he was confined to his home, sickly and spending most of his time seeing various famous doctors.

Even before Zhao Wangjing had a concept of "death," he had already keenly sensed the pity and regret in the adults.

At this point, it would be inaccurate to say that Zhao Wangjing had a good temper.

It was only later, due to physical limitations and lack of energy, that he had no choice but to cultivate his mind and body.

Even so, when no one was around, his young and delicate face always carried a hint of sickly weariness, and his eyes were dark and terrifying.

It was only at some point that Zhao Wangjing's personality began to change.

His gaze was no longer cold and indifferent, and when he looked at others, he no longer carried that subtle malice as if he were looking at some inanimate object.

He even started laughing.

A calm, gentle smile, with the upturned corners of his mouth almost becoming Zhao Wangjing's trademark.

When outsiders mentioned Zhao Wangjing, they gradually shifted their focus from his physical condition to praising his abilities and character.

Only Yunzhi knew that his personality hadn't actually changed.

Zhao Wangjing has simply become better at hiding his true intentions.

Twelve years have passed since they first met when Zhao Wangjing took him in and raised him.

And now, the person who had been inseparable from her since she was six years old is lying quietly in eternal sleep, separated by a coffin, in a place she cannot see.

Yunzhi didn't even understand why he had agreed to her confession back then.

A month ago, Yunzhi confessed her feelings to Zhao Wangjing.

At that moment, Zhao Wangjing was reading a book. The sunlight lazily fell on his increasingly refined eyebrows and eyes, making his dark eyes appear a little lighter.

When he heard Yun Zhi's confession, Zhao Wangjing was slightly stunned.

As an adult, Zhao Wangjing was no longer as gloomy and cold as he was when he was a child. Instead, he appeared exceptionally gentle and polite to outsiders, as perfect as a saint.

He beckoned to Yun Zhi, his smile softening: "Zhi Zhi likes me and wants to be my girlfriend?"

Yun Zhi, who had only said "I like you" and hadn't even asked for his consent, took a step back and her voice became softer:

"...I just like you, it's okay if I don't want to be your girlfriend."

Zhao Wangjing straightened up from his seat.

He was physically weak, but his genes were really good.

Not only does she have an exceptionally beautiful face, but even the shadow cast by her height can easily cover Yun Zhi.

"Why is Zhizhi using honorifics again? And why is she avoiding me?"

Zhao Wangjing's gaze softened, his hand gently stroking the stray hairs on Yun Zhi's cheek, his voice tinged with a faint smile: "That's so unfair. She was inseparable from her brother when they were little, but now she's so cold towards him."

The two are not related by blood, but because they grew up together, Zhao Wangjing sometimes refers to himself as Yun Zhi's older brother.

This time is no different.

When Yunzhi heard him call himself her older brother, she wanted to run away.

She felt that her confession was bound to fail!

After all, how could a brother possibly accept his sister's confession?

Just as Yun Zhi was about to back down, she saw Zhao Wangjing smile at her.

"Yes. Sure. Brother likes Zhizhi too," Zhao Wangjing said.

Yun Zhi: "Huh?"

"Huh?!" Yun Zhi exclaimed in disbelief, "I said, I like you—"

Seemingly afraid that Zhao Wangjing wouldn't understand, Yun Zhi hesitated a bit, but still tried to emphasize, "It's not the kind of liking a younger sister has for her older brother, okay? Nor is it the kind of liking a younger sister has for a friend. And it's definitely not the kind of liking a childhood sweetheart has for someone."

Under Zhao Wangjing's gaze, Yun Zhi's tone gradually softened.

She glanced at his expression, raising her voice in a threatening tone, "It's...it's the kind of liking where I want to be your lover, the kind of liking where I want to be your wife someday, okay?"

"I'm not exactly a saint; being my lover means we have to make it public!"

Yun Zhi threatened him, "You have to always take care of me, stay by my side, and love me. You can't betray me, and you must swear to be loyal to me forever. Everything you own in the future must be shared with me in half. I'll spend your money extravagantly!"

As a result, Zhao Wangjing said, "Okay."

Perhaps it was the girl's wide-eyed, blank expression that was too adorable, but Zhao Wangjing couldn't help but smile.

He bent down and hugged Yunzhi tightly.

Before Yunzhi could react, he placed her on his desk and, amidst Yunzhi's gasp, affectionately rubbed his nose against her round, pink nose.

"Why are you so surprised? Do you want me to say it again?"

Yun Zhi: "..."

Yun Zhi's mind went blank for a moment: "Is that okay?"

Zhao Wangjing looked at Yun Zhi, and slowly, he smiled again: "Why not?"

"I said, okay."

As usual, he naturally took Yunzhi's hand.

This time, however, his slender fingers slipped between the girl's fingers, overcoming that tender and secretive barrier. The moment their fingers intertwined, their knuckles seemed to become a red thread.

Let's date.

When he said this, his tone was almost identical to when he told the housekeeper "I want her" during their first meeting.

The two weren't even secretly dating.

Now, tell me, who at Sheng Ye Middle School doesn't know that the eldest son of the Zhao family is in love with the maid's daughter?

When this news came out, it shocked countless people. Yun Zhi still remembers the strange looks her classmates gave her at school.

They must think that Yun Zhi is a wicked woman who would do anything to seduce people!

—Although she seems to be one.

I guess only her mother and Zhao Wangjing would think that she is the cutest girl in the world.

And now, of the only two people in the world who inexplicably and unconditionally loved her without any effort, one of them is already lying in a dark gold coffin.

Thinking of this, even knowing that Zhao Wangjing's death was inevitable.

But even after seeing his photo at the funeral hall, Yunzhi couldn't hold back her emotions and secretly shed a tear.