Chapter 70: We Crossed Over

"Beautiful, it's like this..."

He Huanhuan then gave a rough rundown of her transmigration into the novel: "I don't know why you're here, but this isn't the world we were in..."

Before she could finish, Qi Meili reached out and touched her head. "You don't have a fever, so why are you talking nonsense?"

He Huanhuan: ...She'd said it before—Meili was an idiot!

"It's transmigration! Transmigration!"

He Huanhuan was speechless: "Then how else do you explain that yesterday I was lying in a hospital bed as a vegetable, and today I'm alive and kicking, squatting here talking to you!"

Qi Meili stared back with her big innocent eyes: "So what? Vegetables can't wake up? Haven't you ever watched TV?"

...

He Huanhuan's head was about to explode. Why couldn't she get through to her?

Han Mo sat to the side, a slight smile tugging at his lips. Finally, someone who could give her a taste of her own medicine.

It had been a long time coming.

He Huanhuan snatched her phone, entered the password to unlock it, and searched up the news coverage from when the Gu family had first found her.

"Look, is this me or not? Now check the date on this news. And think about when I got my head cracked open."

"Wait, hold on... give me a second to think..."

Qi Meili stared at the date on the news, her brain struggling to catch up.

The article had a photo with six people in it.

She didn't recognize the other five, but the He Huanhuan on the side was way too familiar.

"This is you?"

He Huanhuan nodded: "That's me!"

Qi Meili's appreciative gaze couldn't help but drift toward the two handsome guys in the photo: "Who are these two hunks? They got girlfriends or what?"

This woman's inability to focus on the main point—she really hadn't changed one bit!

He Huanhuan wanted to jump up and punch her: "Focus! Say the important stuff first!"

"Oh oh oh, right! Focus!"

Qi Meili tried to yank her thoughts back, but she couldn't. With two gorgeous men right in front of her, it was impossible!

She shoved the phone away. Out of sight, out of mind.

She and He Huanhuan had never left their small county town their whole lives, and there was no way their little county had any rich and powerful families like this.

"So, we really did transmigrate?"

She still found it absurd: "But how come our transmigration methods are different?"

He Huanhuan's soul had entered the body of the real heiress, which at least made some sense—that's how TV dramas did it.

But she just rode her e-bike home. How did riding a bike get her here?

He Huanhuan shook her head: "I don't know. If I could figure it out, I'd go be a scientist."

Qi Meili agreed: "Yeah, that gig's not easy."

She had no lingering attachments back in the modern world, so she accepted it pretty quickly.

Chin propped on her hand as she sat on the bed, her gaze suddenly landed on Han Mo, who had been quietly listening by the bedside.

She let out a shriek: "Damn! When did you get here? How dare you eavesdrop on our conversation!"

Han Mo: "...I've been here the whole time. You talked to me first when you woke up."

"Then you still can't listen to top-secret stuff like this!"

Qi Meili took one look at his handsome face and decided to make a concession: "Tell you what, if you don't have a girlfriend, I could lower my standards and be with you for a few days."

...

He Huanhuan tugged at Qi Meili: "Meili, he's mine."

"Yours?"

Qi Meili frowned in displeasure: "Since when did you start dating people? When did you pick up such bad habits?"

She gave Han Mo a once-over, her eyes instantly filling with disdain: "Did you seduce my Huanhuan?"

Han Mo wanted to deny it, but He Huanhuan was staring at him with burning intensity. He really couldn't deny it.

It was true—he'd been the one making moves on her all along...

He gave a slight nod: "You could say that."

"Could say that? I'll strangle you!"

Qi Meili lunged at him, reaching for his neck: "My Huanhuan is a pure, innocent jasmine flower! You ugly freak, stay away from her!"

Han Mo sidestepped to dodge: "You just called me handsome a second ago. How am I an ugly freak now?"

He Huanhuan quickly grabbed her: "Meili, calm down, calm down..."

Qi Meili shot Han Mo a furious glare: "Your face is barely passable. Someone like you is about my level, but going after my Huanhuan? That's just shameless."

Han Mo found it almost funny: "You really love Huanhuan, huh."

"Damn right!"

Qi Meili said triumphantly: "We're the best sisters in the whole wide world!"

She cupped He Huanhuan's face and lectured her seriously: "Handsome men are fun to play with for a couple days, but don't ever get invested, got it?"

He Huanhuan nodded eagerly: "I won't play, and I won't get invested."

Han Mo: ...A girlfriend's best friend really is the most terrifying thing in existence.

Oh wait, he wasn't even the boyfriend yet. He was just some guy who was neither played with nor invested in.

Seeing the two of them diving back into their chatter, Han Mo couldn't help but interrupt: "You guys hungry? How about we order some takeout?"

It was already dark, and they hadn't even had dinner yet.

Not to mention Qi Meili—she hadn't had a single grain of rice since last night.

She was past the point of hunger.

The moment he asked, their stomachs started growling like crazy.

Both of them nodded in unison: "Hungry! Let's eat!"

"Alright, then—"

Han Mo suddenly stopped mid-sentence: "Where's Liang Ye? Why isn't he back yet?"

The village committee didn't do overtime. He should've been home ages ago. Why wasn't he here?

Liang Ye was lying on the ground at the corner of the sales office's outer wall, sleeping like a baby.

Wang Qiang crouched beside him, shaking him frantically: "Hey, stop sleeping! Wake up! We're off work now! I can take your e-bike back for you! Wake up!"

But he was out cold—nothing was waking him up.

Poor colleague. Wang Qiang had waited until the end of the workday, and Liang Ye never showed up.

He'd called over ten times, no answer. With no other option, the colleague hitched a ride home with someone else.

No wonder this guy had been seconded to the village committee. Clearly, he'd been squeezed out of his original position for being useless!

Wang Qiang crouched beside him for over half an hour. When he couldn't wake him no matter what, he gave up.

He couldn't get in touch with He Huanhuan and the others either, so he found a poster to cover Liang Ye with, then rode off home on his bike.

Meanwhile, He Huanhuan and the others waited at home for a while longer, but still no sign of him.

So the three of them rode out on their e-bikes to look for him. They went to the village committee first—naturally, no one there.

Feeling uneasy, they went to the sales office as well. The entrance was completely empty—nobody.

Wang Qiang was a thoughtful kid. Worried that the e-bike might get stolen if left by the door, he'd specially dragged it into a shed in the corner.

And Liang Ye was skinny. Huddled under that poster, he was completely unnoticeable.

None of the three spotted him.

He Huanhuan was puzzled: "Where could a grown man have gone?"

Han Mo guessed: "Maybe he went home?"

He Huanhuan nodded: "Could be. And this guy—he could've at least told us if he was going home!"

Han Mo: "Maybe his family called him back suddenly, and he couldn't get in touch with us either."

Qi Meili urged them from the bike: "Then let's just go back! He's not a kid. Ugly as he is, he's not going to be in danger!"

The e-bike whizzed off. The next second, a thunderous snore echoed from under the poster.

Liang Ye sat up groggily: "Where is this?"

A moment later, a wail erupted out of nowhere: "Wait... where's my bike???"