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

Three days after Zhao Wangjing's death, Yunzhi became Zhao Wanghuai's girlfriend.

Zhao Wanghuai moved directly to his ancestral home.

Although he had a room in his ancestral home, he didn't live there often.

The only permanent resident here is Zhao Wangjing.

But now that Zhao Wangjing is dead, Zhao Wanghuai has moved in without any hesitation.

He initially wanted to share a room with Yun Zhi, but regardless of whether Yun Zhi agreed or not, the second young master started frowning as soon as he entered Yun Zhi's room.

"Will Zhao Wangjing actually support you? He only lets you live in such a small place?"

Actually, the second young master was talking nonsense.

Yunzhi's room is quite spacious, a full 28 square meters. They even converted a room next door into a walk-in closet for her.

The decorations were all done in the style Yunzhi liked, and they were incredibly luxurious.

But that didn't stop Zhao Wanghuai from continuing to criticize Zhao Wangjing: "I told you from the beginning that he couldn't take care of you, but you didn't believe me."

Yun Zhi, who lived a more refined life than Zhao Wangjing himself, weakly retorted, "It's very good..."

Zhao Wanghuai looked at her expressionlessly.

Yun Zhi: "..."

Yun Zhi dared not speak, and Zhao Wanghuai gave a cold laugh.

The second young master held Yun Zhi's hand and inspected her room with a look of both disgust and seriousness, as if he wanted to completely etch the appearance of Yun Zhi's room into his mind.

After inspecting the room once, he condescended to say, "Alright, you can move into my room and live with me."

Yun Zhi: "?"

Yun Zhi was reluctant: "Why?"

"Why are there so many reasons? Isn't it normal for boyfriends and girlfriends to share a room?"

Zhao Wanghuai spoke with righteous indignation.

"ah……?"

Yunzhi felt something was wrong.

As a result, she hesitated and said "Ah" for a moment, and Zhao Wanghuai's expression changed immediately.

"What, you don't want to?" He narrowed his eyes.

Yunzhi: QAQ

How could she dare say she didn't want to?

He remained silent on the surface, but secretly cursed in his heart:

Arrogant! Perverted, scoundrel! Tyrant!

"If you curse me again, I'll kiss you." Zhao Wanghuai seemed to be able to read minds; his voice was cool.

Yun Zhi immediately cleared her mind of all thoughts and looked at him with teary eyes: "I didn't curse you, you're wronging me."

Whether you've been insulted or not, you know the answer yourself.

Zhao Wanghuai snorted and lowered his head to kiss Yun Zhi.

Yunzhi felt even more frustrated.

……

Life after becoming Zhao Wanghuai's girlfriend seemed no different from before.

Previously, Zhao Wangjing took care of her, but now it's Zhao Wanghuai who is taking care of her.

Zhao Wanghuai showed no remorse for forcibly taking his deceased brother's girlfriend; on the contrary, he was extremely conspicuous and ostentatious, making no attempt to conceal their relationship.

Even her mother, Yun Shu, had heard that the second young master had been unusually attentive to her daughter lately.

Zhao Wanghuai was somewhat trustworthy; after Yun Zhi agreed to date him, he indeed didn't make any further moves.

Yun Shu was originally transferred to a leisurely position by the young master because of Yun Zhi. She basically didn't work every day, but her salary and holidays kept increasing.

Zhao Wanghuai didn't even bother with any pretense; he directly promoted Yun Shu to a management position.

Yun Zhi couldn't see her before because Yun Shu was getting familiar with her new position under the guidance of others.

But Xu Ruo did get busy. Although Su Lin wasn't bothered by Zhao Wanghuai, she contacted Yun Zhi less frequently.

Zhao Wanghuai was a highly volatile and explosive person, and he kept a close watch on Yunzhi more than anything else.

They were afraid that if they weren't careful, Yunzhi would be snatched away by someone.

Yun Zhi: "..."

Yun Zhi was even more worried. With Zhao Wanghuai like this, did she still have a chance to complete the mission?

Time slips away unnoticed.

Seven days have passed since Zhao Wangjing's death, and today is the day his body is laid to rest.

The weather remained gloomy, and although it wasn't raining, a chilly atmosphere permeated the air.

The funeral procession was even more distinguished.

Even though Yun Zhi was unwilling, Zhao Wanghuai wouldn't allow her to refuse, and pulled her hand to stand at the front of the crowd.

Many people's gazes lingered on Yun Zhi, secretly observing her.

Among them were many people from the same school.

Their gazes weren't as bold as others', but every time they fell upon her, Yun Zhi felt as if she were being pricked by thorns.

Yun Zhi blushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't persuade Zhao Wanghuai otherwise.

"What are you afraid of? I don't care, so why should you? Is being my girlfriend something shameful?"

Zhao Wanghuai ignored her and even lowered his head to kiss Yunzhi.

Yun Zhi was too nervous to let him kiss her in front of so many people.

She reached out and covered his mouth: "Watch your words!"

Zhao Wanghuai scoffed at this, but that didn't stop him from kissing his girlfriend's delicate palm.

Yunzhi quickly withdrew her hand, her pretty face turning completely red.

"You scoundrel!" Feeling that wasn't enough, he added, "Pervert!"

Zhao Wanghuai scoffed, "How come kissing your hand makes me a hooligan and a pervert?"

However, seeing that Yun Zhi was really about to cry from his anger, he pursed his lips and ultimately didn't kiss her.

As an extremely prominent family, the funeral of the eldest son of the Zhao family lineage was naturally exceptionally grand.

As a Gemini, Zhao Wanghuai was naturally very busy.

He didn't let Yunzhi accompany him throughout the entire process. He only allowed her to hold his hand after Zhao Wangjing's burial and glance at Zhao Wangjing's tombstone from a distance.

On the tombstone, the young man with the same face as Zhao Wanghuai, but with a gentle and reserved temperament, appears even more silent and serene against the backdrop of the black and white photograph.

Even though they were only a short distance apart, Yun Zhi felt as if she were being watched.

Those eyes that always gazed at her with tenderness and a smile, inexplicably revealed a chilling and melancholic air in the black and white photograph.

Zhao Wanghuai and Yun Zhi held hands tightly.

His body temperature was much higher than Zhao Wangjing's, but his tone always carried a hint of coldness.

At this moment, she whispered in Yun Zhi's ear, her voice gentle yet tinged with resentment, almost like a curse:

"Baby, Zhao Wangjing is completely dead. Forget about him. Don't think about him anymore. You only need to rely on me."

Yun Zhi lowered her eyes and responded softly.

Zhao Wanghuai nodded in satisfaction, not even giving Yun Zhi a chance to present flowers, and pulled her towards the car.

The sun was obscured by thick, dark clouds, with only a faint glimmer of light showing through.

The two people's pale shadows fell softly on the ground, swaying incessantly in the cool breeze.

Yun Zhi didn't see that her own shadow seemed longer and taller than usual in this cold and gloomy weather.

just like……

A taller and more slender young man floated behind her, silently following her home.

……

The ancestral home seems to remain largely unchanged even though one person is missing.

Life goes on.

When the weekend arrived, Yunzhi habitually wanted to wait for Zhao Wangjing to go home together, but when he didn't come, she suddenly paused for a moment.

The person I could see every time I turned my head has really disappeared.

From the age of six, Zhao Wangjing and Yun Zhi were inseparable.

Zhao Wangjing was not clingy at all; in fact, one could say he was exceptionally cold and unpleasant.

Before Yun Zhi arrived, little Zhao Wangjing would often throw tantrums for no reason, his face gloomy, venting his frustrations without restraint.

After Yun Zhi arrived, Zhao Wangjing inexplicably became more docile.

In the entire Zhao family, who doesn't know that Yun Zhi is special to Zhao Wangjing?

Only Yun Zhi could coax him, and only Yun Zhi could soothe him.

From the moment they first met, his gaze never left Yun Zhi. He publicly claimed that Yun Zhi was the personal maid he had chosen, but in reality, what could a six-year-old girl do?

Yun Zhi is already doing well enough to take care of herself, let alone a young master as fragile as a glass jar. It would be more like Zhao Wangjing would be eager to take care of Yun Zhi.

The young master himself drinks bitter Chinese medicine every day, but he likes to feed Yunzhi all kinds of delicious food.

They provided Yunzhi with the best of everything—food, clothing, shelter—and presented her with all the finest items first for her inspection.

Only the little fool knows nothing, blinking his adorable big eyes, when judging whether something priceless is good or not, he only cares about whether he likes it or not.

At first, the young master was just clingy, but later he completely refused to let Yun Zhi out of his sight.

Once, Yunzhi saw a particularly beautiful flower blooming in the garden and wanted to pick it. She spent some time on it and forgot to tell Zhao Wangjing.

After meeting Yun Zhi, Zhao Wangjing, who had been quiet and reserved for a long time, revealed such terrifying aggression for the first time.

"Where's Zhizhi? I want Zhizhi! Give Zhizhi back to me! Zhizhi—"

The enraged Zhao Wangjing was particularly frightening; he smashed whatever he saw, his voice sharp and shrill.

Unfortunately, he was in poor health, and after losing his temper, his delicate face turned pale and his chest heaved with difficulty.

The adults were so frightened that they quickly found Yunzhi and carried her, who had just finished picking flowers, into Zhao Wangjing's arms.

Yunzhi didn't know why the adults were in such a panic, but when she was carried over and saw the mess on the ground and Zhao Wangjing, who was completely different from usual, the little pink dumpling was a bit at a loss.

Zhao Wangjing disregarded everything and practically grabbed Yun Zhi and pulled her into his arms.

The little boy's forehead was covered in sweat, and his body temperature was unusually cold.

But the way he held Yunzhi was so passionate.

He buried his face in Yun Zhi's neck, murmuring "Zhi Zhi" repeatedly, as if he would die the next second if he lost her.

As Yun Zhi nestled in the arms of the still-developing boy, she was stunned, startled for the first time by Zhao Wangjing's fierce and furious appearance.

"Brother, brother... don't be angry, I just wanted to give you this flower..."

She stretched out her little hands and hugged Zhao Wangjing's neck. Her eyes were wet with fear, but she still held back her fear and held the flowers in front of Zhao Wangjing with a mix of ingratiation and worry.

It was an exceptionally beautiful white rose, still glistening with dew.

Zhao Wangjing stared at Yun Zhi for a long time with a stiff, expressionless face. His face was extremely pale, abnormally pale, but his eyes were dark and deep, and because of his young age, they appeared exceptionally large.

Like a puppet, or a corpse with faint breathing.

When he stares at someone so intently, it can actually be a little scary.

"Brother...?" Yun Zhi called out timidly and uneasily.

This time, Zhao Wangjing finally made a move.

Zhao Wangjing said nothing, but held the rose tightly and hugged Yun Zhi tightly, his tender chest still heaving with breath.

He used a lot of force, crushing the white rose between his fingers, and Yunzhi was also held so tightly by him that it hurt terribly.

"Zhizhi...you're not allowed to leave me..."

Zhao Wangjing's voice still carried a hint of sickly panting, his tone weak and his manner obsessive.

"I will never let you go..."

Zhao Wangjing's pale face terrified Yun Zhi.

The girl even forgot about the flowers she had been longing for, and quickly patted his back to help him catch his breath, almost crying:

"Brother Wangjing, please don't speak yet, calm down, I'm scared..."

For a moment, Yunzhi thought she was holding a small, lifeless body.

Even as the family doctor rushed over, Zhao Wangjing simply held onto Yun Zhi's hand tightly, stubbornly staring at her.

Yun Zhi could only nod and say, "I promise you, Brother Wangjing, I will not leave you."

From then on, Yunzhi developed a habit.

She had to report to Zhao Wangjing wherever she went.

For a long time, the two of them were inseparable and stuck together.

Even if they were separated for a short time, all the servants in the villa would become Zhao Wangjing's "eyes," and Zhao Wangjing would know everything Yun Zhi did.

If they hadn't gone to high school and developed some awareness of gender segregation in the outside world, the two of them might still have stayed together like conjoined twins.

Although Zhao Wangjing seemed to have toned down a bit as he grew up, he was essentially just a different person.

Zhao Wangjing may have appeared more gentle, but his underlying personality remains the same.

He simply became more subtle and buried his feelings deeper, but his desire to control Yun Zhi only increased.

But now, when Yunzhi habitually opens her phone to report to him, she suddenly remembers when she sees the familiar profile picture that the owner of that profile picture will never log in to that account again.

Sadness belatedly swept over Yunzhi.

...What does death really mean?

Yunzhi also had some questions.

He had been by her side since she was six, taking care of her and protecting her, a person as close as a brother, and he died on an ordinary rainy night.

Yunzhi only saw his portrait on the first day. At that moment, Yunzhi felt a little empty and shed a tear.

Later, Yunzhi was harassed by several people who spoke inexplicably, encountered many problems at school, and her friends also became very strange.

He was even entangled with Zhao Wanghuai, his biggest problem.

Overwhelmed with worry and contentment, Yun Zhi didn't even have time to think about Zhao Wangjing.

But now, as she habitually typed on her phone, wanting to ask where Zhao Wangjing was, only to see his account destined to be grayed out, that feeling of emptiness once again swept over Yun Zhi's heart.

Zhao Wangjing... is really dead.

I will no longer smile at her, and I will no longer tell her bedtime stories.

I will no longer hold her in my arms, nor will I occasionally deliberately make her angry and then smile and coax her.

His age was permanently frozen at nineteen.

When they first met, Zhao Wangjing was a year older than Yun Zhi.

But from then on, every year that passed, Yunzhi would catch up to him by one year, and then become one year older, two years older...

Zhao Wangjing, who always referred to himself as the older brother, was soon younger than Yun Zhi.