“Your delivery has arrived. Enjoy your meal.”
The delivery guy dumped the spicy hot pot on the ground and sped away on his e-scooter, never looking back—probably terrified he’d accidentally uncover some dark secret of the wealthy and end up silenced.
The Qi Estate is a private property—normally accessible only to a few gatekeepers. Today was different: Yi Qingju glanced around and spotted four or five suit-clad bodyguards—arms thicker than her legs—patrolling outside.
Qi Weiran was back.
That meant her half-decade of carefree living ended today.
A cold autumn breeze carried yellow leaves across the pavement. She squatted under a tree and dug into the hot pot to warm up.
Once she’d finished and burped, she tossed the trash into the nearest bin. She then paced outside for about an hour, peeked at her reflection in her phone camera (confirming her face was as pale as someone who’d been dead three days), and finally mustered the courage to enter.
Inside, the lobby was brightly lit. As soon as Yi Qingju stepped in, Aunt Zhang spotted her.
“Oh my, Madam—you’re just now coming back? Look at how frozen your little face is.”
She draped a blanket over Yi Qingju and whispered, “The Master is having dinner now.”
“Also… Master saw Xiao Hua’s situation and felt sorry for her giving birth recently, so he didn’t kick her out.”
Yi Qingju was stunned.
Qi Weiran… speaking human language now?
“He let you ride it off.”
That dog lived up to my expectations after all…
As she approached the dining hall, a savory lamb chop aroma hit her.
“I’m back…”
Even wrapped in a blanket, Yi Qingju was still shivering. Her delicate frame, clad in thin dress, trembled—her exposed lower leg pale and straight.
Qi Weiran glanced briefly, then returned his attention to the lamb in front of him.
Aunt Zhang gently explained, “Sir, when Madam heard you were at the hospital, she rushed right over. I told her to eat something, but she refused because of concern…”
He nodded.
Indeed, she arrived breathless—just to hear his “final words.”
Encouraged, Aunt Zhang continued: “She hadn’t eaten all day, braved the cold wind… surely her body can’t hold up.”
Qi Weiran looked at the trembling girl beside him and gave a curt nod.
He wasn’t interested in tormenting her.
Just as he raised a hand to offer a seat across—
Suddenly, a furious shout came from outside: “Which ungrateful jerk threw your leftover hot pot into my dinner bucket?!”
Yi Qingju stiffened.
【That... was the garbage bin!】
Qi Weiran quietly pulled back his hand, glancing at her with a look that carried layers of meaning.
An older gardener stormed in, furious—but upon seeing the master at the table, his knees went weak.
“Sir… sir…”
He’d been working and never comes inside; today he’d come to complain to Aunt Zhang. His jaw dropped—most of the household hadn’t seen Master for months.
Seeing Yi Qingju standing there, the gardener shook his head in defeat: “Probably her again—Madam with warm face and cold butt syndrome.”
“Get out,” Aunt Zhang scolded.
The gardener skedaddled.
“I apologize for my staff’s ignorance, Sir. Please don’t be upset.”
That minor interruption dampened Qi Weiran’s appetite. He rose and walked over to Yi Qingju.
His fitted suit vest highlighted his slim waist; broad shoulders, narrow torso, and long legs—a physique any man would envy.
His presence close by made Yi Qingju tremble just slightly. Her pallid cheeks turned pink; her lashes fluttered in shame. She couldn’t look up, only dared glance at his long legs.
【Just by looking at those legs, I know—no long johns beneath.】
【When your knees freeze up, I’ll wheel you into the plaza and let old men dance with you.】
Qi Weiran’s gaze dropped—resting on that exposed, smooth, creamy calf.
How dare she mock him?
Feeling his stare, Yi Qingju draws in her leg.
【Did he notice I’m actually wearing thermal leggings? This skirt isn’t even see-through…】
Qi Weiran: “…”
His amber-colored eyes, pure and unaffected, watched her with something like bafflement.
Aunt Zhang and Zhang Wei exchanged glances.
It shouldn’t be—after two years of marriage, this was the first time Sir had looked at Madam and they were exchanging looks. Could it be… marriage before love?
Under all eyes, Yi Qingju suddenly raised her head. Her cat-like eyes filled with tears, looking unbearably pitiful.
“Sir—please don’t be angry. Uncle Liu didn’t do it on purpose.”
“Are you feeling better? Still uncomfortable?”
“Don’t worry, whenever you need, Qingju will pour her heart out for you!”
【Left foot worth hundreds of thousands, right foot worth hundreds of thousands.】
“Sir—you’re leaving already? You finally came home after all this.”
Aunt Zhang called after his neat retreating figure.
Zhang Wei spoke for him: “Sir isn’t staying tonight.”
Out of sight, Yi Qingju gave a triumphant little smile.
【Old Qi, old Qi—still untouchable by me.】
Qi Weiran paused. But he did not turn back.
Once outside the main house, he finally spoke in a low voice:
“Find a psychologist. As soon as possible.”
Zhang Wei’s eyes widened—did Sir sense he’d fallen in love with Madam, now blaming it on mental health?
“Yes, Sir. But… you returned today not for the young master’s affairs?” Zhang Wei tried.
Qi Weiran gave a slight glance that made even the nearly two-meter muscle man sweat.
“That was unfortunate overreach by subordinate.”
Once Aunt Zhang had sent Qi Weiran off, Yi Qingju slowly slid onto a dining table stool. She felt weak—collapsed onto the seat.
For some reason, the second he disappeared, she was suddenly in excruciating pain.
Could the OOC system judge her for not begging him this time?
As she brooded, a gentle voice whispered in her mind.
【Hello… can you hear me…?】
Goosebumps erupted—but she was too weak even to twitch. She mustered one word: 【Who are you?】
Such a carefully soft-speaking voice—it wasn’t the ruthless “OOC is a capital crime” system.
The voice sighed in relief, speaking again: 【Hi—I’m the “Prevent Your Stillbirth” system.】
Yi Qingju blinked and replied: 【Uh… wrong genre? This isn’t a palace drama.】
The system responded softly: 【Not a real abortion…】
【Here’s the thing: you’re currently in the world of a novel called “The CEO’s Golden Heiress Wife’s Best Day Ever!”.】
【Due to a fault in the world barrier, many transmigrators are targeting this world. They want to change the plot, break up the male and female leads. We need you to protect this world—to help the male and female lead fall in love, and stop manipulative transmigrators.】
Yi Qingju was stunned: “Oh.” Then, without thinking: 【No way.】
The system responded quietly: 【If you refuse, you’ll die. Without my protection, the “OOC is a Capital Crime” system will make you accompany him in death.】
Ah, the male-lead-following, insane obsessive system could do that… of course.
【Alright, fine. Where’s my male lead? I’ll make him marry the female lead right now.】
The system sounded surprised: 【He’s already here~】
Just then, a loud, flamboyant voice rang out from outside:
“Take my punch! How dare you say there’s no Ultraman in this world!!?”
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