But Little Wei was different. After waking up, she faced the wall in deep contemplation.
Leave her be—she was genuinely heartbroken.
Meanwhile, Ye Jin was still observing Li Jiewei. The part of her that belonged to Si had been extracted by Si, leaving behind the divine pearl formed by the spiritual energy of that world.
Indeed, the physical form of that divine pearl was none other than Li Jiewei herself.
"It’s an honor to be of help to the company," Li Jiewei said to Ye Jin.
"No worries. But you should still go back and settle that little issue between you and the Heavenly Dao," Ye Jin replied, glancing at the Heavenly Dao standing far away, drawing circles on the ground.
After all, unless the divine pearl willed it, no matter how stubborn Si’s soul was, altering history would have been impossible.
But this was just the conflict of their small world.
Ye Jin had Bai Yi escort the Heavenly Dao and Li Jiewei away before turning to Little Wei, who was still brooding against the wall—now a full-blown, oversized sulking child.
She looked like she might even drop to the ground and start drawing circles with her legs curled up.
"Still not over it?" Ye Jin asked, eyeing Si, who was standing far away, silent.
Seriously?
Sure, the situation was a bit absurd, but was Si really that scared?
This needed a proper explanation.
"I don’t dare go near her," Si muttered, utterly unable to decipher Little Wei’s thoughts.
Now that one-third of her divine soul had returned, Little Wei must have recalled everything from the past, and her personality would have shifted somewhat.
If Si rushed over now, Little Wei might just grab a gun and shoot her without a second thought.
Then the company would be hanging white mourning banners.
Si valued her life too much.
But she couldn’t tell if this was fear of her husband or fear of her wife.
Meanwhile, after much contemplation, Little Wei finally figured out which world this was about—Ling Wanbai’s futuristic sci-fi world.
Steamed fish.
Why had she completely forgotten? Had Si tampered with her memories?
Given Si’s personality, Little Wei wouldn’t put it past her.
She could clearly feel her emotions fading during the transition between worlds, but it shouldn’t have led to amnesia.
Her memory was excellent—she still remembered the five cents her kindergarten desk mate owed her!
After a long silence, Si finally approached Little Wei and tentatively called out,
"Little Wei."
Little Wei: "…"
"What?" She swallowed the blood pooling in her throat and turned to glare at Si.
If she had a worse temper, she’d have started throwing punches by now.
Si: "…"
"I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to handle it," Si whispered.
This was the first time she didn’t dare speak loudly in front of Little Wei—because what she’d done was truly outrageous.
It was her fault.
Well, no—it was the author’s fault.
If they hadn’t written it this way, none of this would’ve happened.
"And the child?" Little Wei forced the blood back down and stared at Si, exasperated.
But emotionally, she still couldn’t accept it.
When had this even happened?
Little Wei was about to faint all over again.
"Uhh… I’ll take you to see her," Si said after a pause. Mother and daughter had to meet eventually.
Even if…
It was a tiny bit unconventional.
Si led Little Wei to a portal, entered the password, and the next moment, they stood before a house.
"She and the tiger are inside."
If Si hadn’t mentioned it, Little Wei would’ve completely forgotten about the tiger.
Guess her memory wasn’t flawless after all. (PS: Actually, it’s because I forgot.)
"A girl?" Little Wei asked.
Si nodded.
Little Wei pushed the door open to see a five- or six-year-old girl squatting on the floor, feeding the tiger dog food.
"Why won’t you eat?" the girl asked, utterly confused.
Little Wei: "…"
Great. A staff, a little loli, and now a biological daughter—she was raising three kids.
Nope, this was too much. Little Wei rolled her eyes, about to faint again, but Si caught her.
"Stay strong," Si said.
Little Wei wanted to cry but had no tears left.
At this point, death might be easier.
"I’d rather you just died," Little Wei said weakly.
Si: "…"
She smirked. "If I died, wouldn’t you become a widow?"
Little Wei: 「(°ヘ°)
Could this woman just drop dead already?
Steamed fish.
"Mommy, you’re here!" The little girl spotted Si and immediately threw herself into her arms, nuzzling her affectionately.
That said, the girl was undeniably adorable—way cuter than the loli.
Meanwhile, the little loli in the pocket dimension sneezed loudly.
Who was bad-mouthing her?
She rubbed her nose, scowling.
The phantom tiger, unimpressed with the dog food, padded over to Little Wei and rubbed its head against her leg.
"Shengsheng, this one—you should call her Mommy too," Si said, crouching down to pat the girl’s head before glancing at Little Wei.
Now that they’d met the kid, she wouldn’t just abandon her, right?
Gu Shengsheng looked up at Little Wei, her round, milky face breaking into a sweet smile as she hugged Little Wei’s leg.
"Mommy."
Her voice was soft and sugary, melting hearts instantly.
Well, she was her daughter after all.
Little Wei sighed. As much as it unsettled her, the kid was already here—it wasn’t like she could just toss her out.
That’d be illegal.
"Mommy, can I go out to play today?" Gu Shengsheng asked Si, her dark, starry eyes gleaming.
She’d been wanting to go outside for ages.
"Sure, we’ll take you out. Besides, she has things to do," Si said, picking Shengsheng up.
"Me?" Little Wei blinked, confused.
"There’s a lot of paperwork to handle. Plus, you haven’t ascended to godhood yet. Not sure if the higher-ups have finished their meeting—they’ll probably revise the missions for the small worlds since the rankings aren’t finalized."
As for Little Wei, even if she intermittently took first place, the rewards would still be reduced to avoid backlash from other companies and organizations.
But it should still be enough for her ascension.
Of course, that was assuming her new body was ready—which would only take three more days.
Si led Little Wei out, this time not using the portal but strolling through the neighborhood onto the bustling streets.
This was a thriving floating city, with many others hovering in the sky. It wasn’t quite like Ling Wanbai’s world, but there were similarities.
Unlike a purely technological world, this one had lush greenery everywhere.
"Feels no different from my previous world," Little Wei mused, glancing around. Even a sugar-coated hawthorn stall was there. She bought one for herself and another for the tiger.
The tiger stared at its paws, deep in thought.
Little Wei decided to save the last one for the little loli. As for her daughter—she was too young for sweets anyway.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
