The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

After several twists and turns, Wen Yubai finally found Lin Qingdeng in the bustling city of Liuling.

She was in the silk shop, head down, checking the accounts.

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating her dark hair and elegant dress.

His brows held a deep sense of resilience and composure, yet a faint trace of melancholy lingered between them.

Wen Yubai thought that Qingdeng must have gone through a lot during this time.

Upon seeing Wen Yubai appear at the door, Lin Qingdeng was first taken aback, then her eyes lit up with surprise.

He forgot to put down his pen and rushed forward to greet them.

"Manager Wen, what brings you to Liuling?"

She smiled sincerely and blinked her bright eyes. "Did you come here specifically to see me?"

Wen Yubai nodded, "Yes, I don't know anyone else in Liuling either."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingdeng smiled happily, her eyes crinkling into crescents.

That melancholy seemed to have been somewhat diluted.

"Very good!"

She put down her pen, closed the ledger, pushed it behind the counter, and gave the shop assistant a few more instructions.

Then she pulled Wen Yubai and walked outside.

"Business can be done anytime, but you're not someone I can see every day."

"Come on, it's a rare opportunity to come to Liuling. I know this place well, let me show you around!"

She did her best to be a good host.

They walked with Wen Yubai through the bustling streets, where vendors' cries rose and fell.

Lifelike sugar paintings, soft and sweet osmanthus cakes, and crystal-clear buns.

Lin Qingdeng was like a joyful child.

He bought two portions of each snack, tasted one himself, and then gave one to Wen Yubai, waiting for his evaluation with bright eyes.

As evening fell, she pulled Wen Yubai up to the observatory in the west of the city, overlooking most of Liuling City.

The sky was ablaze with magnificent rosy clouds.

The afterglow faded, and the lights of every household came on.

"Is the view here nice?"

Lin Qingdeng leaned against the railing, her profile appearing soft in the twilight.

"I often come here alone. Watching the hustle and bustle below helps me calm down."

"Manager Wen, let me tell you, I just realized how difficult it is to do business. You have to consider the source of goods, cash flow, dealing with other business people, and figuring out their hearts..."

"Sometimes when I'm doing accounting until late at night, I feel dizzy just looking at those numbers."

Most importantly, calculators didn't exist in this era.

It must have been tough on her brain, sob sob.

Wen Yubai listened quietly, gazing at the shimmering river surface.

The painted boat sailed by, creating ripples that blurred the shimmering reflection.

He suddenly spoke up: "Qingdeng, are you happy now?"

Lin Qingdeng was visibly stunned upon hearing this.

The Lin family business was booming, she enjoyed a comfortable life, free from the pressure of tasks and the threat to her life...

There seems to be no reason for me to be unhappy.

Her tone was light and cheerful.

"I'm happy! How could I not be happy?"

"Look, there's fine wine, delicious food, and..." She raised an eyebrow at Wen Yubai, "a beauty. I wonder how many people envy her."

The smile was radiant, but it didn't fully reach the eyes.

She turned her head and looked back at the dim lights, her voice lowering.

It was as if he was talking to himself.

"Really... I'm quite happy."

For dinner, Lin Qingdeng took Wen Yubai to the best restaurant and ordered a table full of local specialties.

"Manager Wen, what would you like to eat? Order whatever you like. I may lack many things right now, but I certainly don't lack money!"

After saying that, he picked up a glass of wine and drank it down.

"I'll do it, you can do whatever you want!"

Wen Yubai only took a small sip; he didn't like drinking anyway.

Seeing Lin Qingdeng drink one cup after another, he wanted to persuade her, but when he met her eyes, he swallowed the words back.

Wen Yubai quietly stayed with him.

As the effects of the alcohol gradually took hold, Lin Qingdeng's cheeks flushed red, and her eyes became completely unfocused.

She gazed at the moon on the horizon outside the window and murmured to herself:

"The moon is so round tonight."

As soon as she finished speaking, a few tears rolled down her cheeks.

She hurriedly raised her hand to cover her face, her voice choked with sobs, but she tried to remain calm.

"I'm fine, really. I'm just so happy to see you, so happy I want to cry."

As she spoke, she picked up her wine glass again and took a big gulp.

It was as if they were swallowing all their emotions.

She drank cup after cup, faster and faster, her eyes growing increasingly blurry.

The lights in front of him and Wen Yubai's face began to blur and overlap.

In a daze, she heard a gentle yet clear voice.

"Qingdeng, I'll take you home."

Lin Qingdeng shook her head, smacked her lips, and mumbled indistinctly:

"That's not my home... I can't go back... I can never go back..."

She must be really drunk; the alcohol in her mouth tastes salty.

"Yes, you can go back."

-

As expected, they left.

Ye Fuguang sat alone in the room, like a jade sculpture without warmth.

Only the slow heartbeat in his chest told him that he was still alive.

Ye Fuguang looked out the window for a long time.

He chuckled very softly.

His eyelashes were lowered, and his gaze fell on the thin blanket covering his legs.

His legs under the blanket were numb and unresponsive, like two heavy ornaments that didn't belong to him.

And on his back, even through his clothes, he could feel the uneven, grotesque, and twisted scars.

Every time he changed his dressing, the reflection he glimpsed in the bronze mirror made him feel nauseous.

What about other people?

He is ruined, not only crippled but also ugly.

He was once Ye Fuguang, whose martial arts skills were superb and whose appearance attracted the attention of countless people.

What about now?

A cripple, a hideous monster.

The care I gave during those days may have been out of pity and guilt.

Now that he can't stand himself anymore, choosing to leave is the right thing to do.

Ye Fuguang harbored no resentment; he had protected him at that time and never thought of repaying him.

He also knew that Manager Wen didn't like him.

Or rather, the one he always favored was Fu Xi as a woman.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but his throat was so dry and painful that he stiffly propelled his wheelchair.

The axle creaked, its sound particularly jarring in the quiet room.

It moved a few inches clumsily.

He pushed with even more force.

"Click."

The wheelchair couldn't withstand the pressure and veered sharply to the side, causing him to fall uncontrollably.

He braced himself on the ground with his hands.

The dull thud of the impact echoed in my chest, and pain shot through my elbows, shoulders, and back.

The wheelchair lay askew to one side, its wheels still spinning.

He lay on the ground, panting.

Her hair fell on both sides of her face, covering most of her eyebrows and eyes.

Her long eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly.

His vision was somewhat blurry; the wood grain of the floor swayed and overlapped in front of him.

Plop, plop.

What fell to the ground?

He opened his eyes blankly.

-

Are you really going to use the points from this mission to send her back to her original world?

A global consciousness is being transmitted.

"Um."

"Then, as you wish."

World consciousness is interrupted.

"188, right..."

[Who do you think you are? You only have a few points; I don't even care about you.]

[Yu Bai, shall we leave this world now?]