He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Little Lemon's eyes were glued to the TV screen; she was engrossed in the exciting part of the story and couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to it.

With a gentle lift of her little feet, her soft toes touched 438's small body.

With a gentle touch, but with just the right amount of force, 438 couldn't help but roll around on the soft sofa seven or eight times before finally stopping, feeling dizzy.

Little Lemon casually said, "Don't bother me, don't disturb me while I'm watching Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf."

438 steadied itself, its little head swaying slightly. It sighed inwardly, but was not discouraged at all.

[It's alright, I can't give up so easily! I absolutely can't let such a lucky host go!]

It gritted its teeth, pulled out its treasured fruit lollipop—one it had been saving for a long time, reluctant to eat—and held it up in its little paw, continuing to tempt it: "Little Lemon, look! I have a sweet lollipop! If you agree to bond with me, this lollipop is yours immediately!"

Finally, Little Lemon turned its head and glanced down at the tiny candy in its paw.

Her face was flat, and her tone carried a hint of pride and helplessness: "I have a lot of this kind of candy in my drawer at home. I can eat it every day. It's nothing special."

After saying that, she stretched out two little fingers, easily lifted 438's body, stood up and walked to the front door of the villa, and waved her little hand.

With a whoosh, 438 was thrown directly out of the villa.

The door closed gently, shutting out the little gray clumps outside.

Little Lemon clapped her hands as if nothing had happened, turned around and slowly walked back to the sofa, continuing to curl up to watch TV and eat snacks, comfortably squinting her eyes.

Stuck outside, 438 stood there dumbfounded, the wind blowing through its fluffy fur, secretly competing with itself.

No problem! If once doesn't work, try again! It has plenty of patience! It will eventually win over this incredibly lucky little host!

But before it could be bound, its Totoro lifespan ended, and it became System 438, a fugitive. As for how its life came to an end, well, it was a tragic story.

One day, Sang Jiuning was working in her study when a soft, sweet child's voice suddenly rang out from beside her.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

Sang Jiuning turned around at the sound and saw Little Lemon running towards her with her short legs, panting.

The little girl had two round little pigtails, her cheeks were rosy, and her big eyes were bright and sparkling, making her exceptionally lively and adorable.

Sang Jiuning's expression softened, and her voice became gentle: "Why are you running so fast? Slow down, don't fall."

Little Lemon ran up to her, grabbed her arm, tilted her head back with a mysterious look on her face, and whispered in her ear, "Mommy, I have a secret to tell you, one I haven't told anyone else!"

Sang Jiuning was amused by her mature demeanor and gently patted her head, her heart softening. "Oh? What secret? Tell me."

"I can hear my aunt's chinchilla talking!"

Little Lemon lowered her voice, her tone firm, her eyes full of seriousness, not at all like a lie made up by a child.

Sang Jiuning was taken aback for a moment, then dismissed it as a child's vivid imagination and chuckled, "That amazing? What did Totoro tell you?"

She dismissed it as a child's whimsical fantasy and didn't take it to heart.

But the next second, Xiao Ning's words made Sang Jiu Ning freeze, her heart suddenly tighten, and a chill inexplicably ran down her back.

"It says it's an advanced system and wants to bind to me!"

Little Lemon frowned, her face showing a mixture of disdain and arrogance. Her little mouth pouted high, her expression full of disdain: "I don't want to be tied to it! Just a little bit of cheap snack, and it thinks it can trick me away? It's dreaming!"

bind.

These two words struck Sang Jiuning's mind like a thunderbolt, catching her completely off guard.

Only she knew that this was not childish nonsense at all.

"Mom? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Little Lemon noticed something was wrong with her, reached out and tugged at her sleeve, blinking in confusion.

Sang Jiuning snapped back to her senses, barely managing to suppress the turmoil surging within her, and forced a faint smile: "N-nothing, it's just that I think...it's quite amazing."

She didn't dare to talk about this anymore, so she patted Little Lemon's head and said softly, "Go out and play, Mommy still has work to do."

After seeing off the skipping and hopping little lemon, Sang Jiuning remained standing there, motionless for a long time.

The first person she thought of was Wen Zhaoci.

She suddenly didn't want to hide it anymore.

I don't want to hide it from him for even a second longer.

After dinner, the neighborhood was quiet, with only the warm yellow light from the streetlights gently enveloping the woodland path.

Wen Zhaoci took her for a walk as usual.

Wen Zhaoci remained tall and straight, dressed in a clean white shirt. His features were handsome and gentle, and his eyes were filled with a tender smile that was uniquely hers. No matter when, as long as he looked at Sang Jiuning, his gaze would soften completely, filled with undisguised affection.

"I just finished eating, take a slow walk to digest."

Wen Zhaoci naturally walked to her side, habitually took her hand, and spoke in a gentle and doting tone.

Normally, Sang Jiuning would smile and reach out her hand in response, obediently letting him hold her hand.

But today, she slightly turned away to avoid it.

She lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her fingertips were slightly cold, and she was unusually quiet, exuding a depressed and tense mood.

Wen Zhaoci's hand froze in mid-air, the smile in her eyes instantly faded, and a trace of worry immediately welled up in her heart.

He knows Sang Jiuning too well.

He could accurately detect even the slightest change in her emotions.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy, honey?" Wen Zhaoci lowered his voice, slowly approaching her, his eyes fixed on her with careful concern. "Did someone upset you? Or are you feeling unwell?"

Sang Jiuning kept her head down, not daring to look him in the eye.

She was afraid that if she looked up and saw his gentle expression, she would no longer have the courage to say those words.

Her heart was pounding wildly. Tension, anxiety, unease, and fear—a jumble of emotions choked her up, making it hard to breathe.

Silence spread, and the atmosphere gradually grew heavy.

Wen Zhaoci didn't urge her, but quietly stayed with her, patiently waiting for her to speak.

After a long while, Sang Jiuning took a deep breath, as if she had mustered all the courage she had in her life.

She slowly raised her head, her clear eyes veiled with a thin layer of moisture.

"Honey, there's something I need to tell you."

Her voice was soft, trembling slightly, and exceptionally earnest.

Wen Zhaoci's heart tightened slightly, his brows furrowed gently, but his tone remained gentle: "Wife, you tell me, I'm listening. Whatever it is, it doesn't matter."

"I've kept this from you for a very, very long time."

Looking at his gentle eyes and brows, Sang Jiuning felt a slight tingling in her nose.

She was really scared.

She was afraid he would think she was an oddball, afraid he couldn't accept such an absurd truth, afraid he would think everything between them was fake, and afraid he would turn around and leave.

But she couldn't lie to him anymore.

"Wen Zhaoci, I...I am not from this world."

The moment she said those words, Sang Jiuning felt all the strength drain from her body.

She stared intently into his eyes, refusing to miss a single expression on his face, her heart pounding with panic: "I'm not Sang Jiu Ning from here. I come from a very far place, a place that doesn't belong here at all."

Wen Zhaoci's pupils contracted slightly, and a rare look of astonishment appeared on his face.

Seeing his reaction, Sang Jiuning panicked even more and blurted out all her secrets in one go.

"I came from a book."

"I transmigrated into a book, into this world, and took the place of the original Sang Jiuning, living here."

The more she spoke, the redder her eyes became, and the hoarseer her voice grew, her eyes filled with unease and humility.

"I've never dared to tell you this. I was afraid you'd be scared, afraid you'd think I was strange, afraid that once you knew I didn't belong here and could disappear at any moment, you'd abandon me."

After saying her last sentence, Sang Jiuning couldn't hold back anymore, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She stood there, tense and obedient, anxiously awaiting his reaction, her heart pounding with anxiety and confusion.

She had prepared for all the worst.

Even if he was shocked, he distanced himself, and he couldn't accept it, she accepted it all.

The expected shock, alienation, and questioning did not materialize.

Under Sang Jiuning's anxious gaze, Wen Zhaoci showed no fear or unfamiliarity, nor any doubt whatsoever.

His gaze suddenly turned incredibly deep, and the next second, he reached out and pulled her tightly into his arms.

He used great force, completely encircling her in his arms.

A warm embrace wrapped her tightly, and the familiar, cool scent of the young man enveloped her, dispelling all her fear and chill.

Sang Jiuning froze instantly, leaning blankly against his chest.

"Fool."

Wen Zhaoci's voice was muffled, tinged with lingering fear, as he whispered close to her ear.

"Fool, how could you think that?"

He tightened his arms, holding her even closer, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones and never be separated from her.

Sang Jiuning's nose tingled, and tears almost fell. Her voice was soft and filled with grievance: "But I really don't belong here... I'm different from others."

"I don't care."

Wen Zhaoci interrupted her, her tone incredibly firm, without the slightest hesitation, every word spoken with seriousness.

He lowered his head, his chin gently resting on the top of her head.

"I don't care where you come from, I love you, I love you as a person."

"She is Sang Jiuning, who is prone to crying, soft-hearted, kind, and occasionally a little absent-minded; she is the Sang Jiuning who has taken up residence in my heart."

Sang Jiuning nestled in his warm embrace, listening to his gentle words, her heart aching and tender, utterly warmed.

She choked back tears and asked softly, "Then... what if one day I have to go back? What if I suddenly disappear?"

These words represent her deepest fear, hidden in her heart.

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhaoci's arm stiffened abruptly, then he tightened his grip, locking her firmly in place.

"Then I'll come find you."

No matter the cost, I will find you.

He loosened his embrace slightly and looked down at her.

The warm yellow light from the streetlamp fell on his handsome features, making the deep affection in his eyes clear and intense, without a trace of falsehood.

"Sang Jiuning, remember this."

He looked at her reddened eyes.

"I love you, regardless of the world, status, or background."

"No matter where you come from, you are the only person I want in this life."

Looking at his earnest eyes, Sang Jiuning finally couldn't hold back her tears, but they weren't from sadness, but from a heart full of warmth and peace.

She raised her hand, gently hugged his waist, buried her face in his chest, and said softly, her voice hoarse from crying, "Wen Zhaoci."

"I'm here," he replied immediately.

"Then let's stay together forever, okay?" Sang Jiuning asked with a cautious, hopeful tone. "Let's never be apart."

Wen Zhaoci lowered his head and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

He lowered his head, his forehead gently touching hers.

"it is good."

"Together forever."

"For all eternity, we will never be apart."

Wen Zhaoci didn't sleep well that night. His eyelids were tightly closed, but a vivid yet oppressive dream flooded his mind.

The self in my dream is both unfamiliar and absurd.

He was like a puppet tightly bound by invisible threads, controlled by an unknown force.

Classrooms, playgrounds, and the paths leading home from school—all the campus scenes alternate in turn.

He was deeply resentful and knew perfectly well that he didn't want to look at Su Qingyan again, let alone have anything to do with her.

But her body wouldn't obey her commands. Her fingertips involuntarily picked up a pen and paper, wrote down her phone number stroke by stroke, and then stiffly handed it to Su Qingyan's desk.

Everyone assumed he should like Su Qingyan, and that they were a match made in heaven.

His life, as Wen Zhaoci, was never a matter for others to interfere with.

Since fate insists on binding him with Su Qingyan and forcing him into this situation, he'll do the opposite.

The scene in the dream suddenly changed.

He personally confined Su Qingyan to his own world, isolating her from all contact with the outside world.

The circle was instantly in an uproar, and rumors spread like wildfire.

Everyone is saying that Wen Zhaoci has gone mad, that he is madly in love with Su Qingyan, to the point of obsession, to the point of imprisoning her, and that his possessiveness is pathological.

Countless people sighed, discussed, and lamented that the aloof and noble Wen Shen had ultimately fallen for Su Qingyan, becoming deeply entangled and unable to extricate himself.

But only Wen Zhaoci knew that she felt no love whatsoever.

He did all this not out of liking, nor out of being moved.

He was just putting on an act for God.

If fate wants him to fall in love with Su Qingyan as part of the script, then he should act as if he's crazy in love and deeply in love.

He deliberately misled everyone, even God, into believing that he had truly succumbed to fate.

In his dream, he coldly observed everyone's misunderstandings, his heart unmoved, only a chilling clarity remained.

Su Qingyan was never his choice, but merely a pawn in his fight against fate.

The chaotic dream gradually faded, and the oppressive, suffocating feeling slowly dissipated.

The next second, a soft, warm touch entered my senses.

The scene became gentle and real.

At this moment, Sang Jiuning is in his arms.

She nestled quietly in his arms, her little face pressed against his chest, her long eyelashes drooping, her breathing even and soft.

Her cheeks were flushed with a light pink, soft and delicate, making her look exceptionally well-behaved.

He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the flushed face of the person in his arms.

He leaned down slightly, his thin lips gently landing on her flushed cheek.

A light kiss, as gentle as a feather, carrying his unique cool and aloof aura.

At first, it was just a simple kiss, a kiss he wanted to give to the little girl he had finally managed to escape his fate.

But the touch of his lips against her delicate, soft skin was too alluring, and the sweet scent of Sang Jiu Ning lingered around his nose.

The kisses gradually changed in flavor, no longer mild, but becoming more and more passionate.

Sang Jiuning, nestled in his arms, trembled slightly with her eyelashes and opened her eyes groggily.

His sleepy eyes were a little watery, and he looked dazed, like a kitten that hadn't woken up yet.

A warm touch came from my cheek, and a familiar scent enveloped me.

Sang Jiuning didn't flinch at all.

How could her man possibly refuse?

Wen Zhaoci and Sang Jiuning were inseparable their whole lives; the longest they were apart was during the summer after they confirmed their relationship.

(This book is officially finished! Thank you all for your support. Those of you who have read this far are truly wonderful. May you all be incredibly wealthy, beautiful, and surrounded by love. July 9, 2026. The story began with an accident and ended beautifully.)