The Host in Quick Transmigration Always Wants to Break Her Character

Upon hearing this, Nie Shuangshuang's face turned pale instantly, her eyes darting around, a look of pain flashing in her almond-shaped eyes.

She lowered her head, avoiding looking at Lin Jingyi; she didn't want him to see her expression.

Yes, Mo Wuji was the enemy who wiped out her clan, and also her Wuji brother.

Her father killed his entire family, and he killed her entire clan.

She closed her eyes, and tears slid to the ground.

Between them lies a deep-seated blood feud.

Lin Jingyi lifted Nie Shuangshuang's head and asked with a worried look, "Why is Shuangshuang crying again?"

Nie Shuang's eyes flickered with panic for a moment as she avoided Lin Jingyi's gaze. Crystalline tears streamed down her cheeks like broken pearls. Clutching Lin Jingyi's sleeve, she sobbed, "I...I just...missed my family...I'm sorry, Brother Yan...I'm in a bad mood and want to be alone."

Then let go of my sleeve.

How could I leave you alone to grieve?

Lin Jingyi said, hugging her.

Xiao Yue couldn't bear to look. This Miss Nie was quite pitiful and also quite foolish, but... sigh.

Nie Shuangshuang cried herself to sleep in Lin Jingyi's arms.

Yeah, it's an act.

She deliberately tried to make her breathing steady and long, but Lin Jingyi noticed it and didn't call her out on it.

Lin Jingyi picked up Nie Shuangshuang and carried her into her room, asking Xiao Yue to call Xiao Ling to take care of Nie Shuangshuang.

Lin Jingyi lifted the silk quilt on the bed, placed her on the bed, covered her with the quilt, and prepared to leave, but Nie Shuangshuang grabbed Lin Jingyi's sleeve and wouldn't let go.

Lin Jingyi: ......

"No...don't leave me...Brother Yan...Shuangshuang...you're all I have left..." Lin Jingyi stood there, while Nie Shuangshuang closed her eyes and clung tightly to her sleeve, murmuring as if in a dream.

Lin Jingyi scratched his toes, feeling incredibly awkward.

"Shuangshuang, don't be afraid. Brother Yan won't leave. He'll stay with you." Lin Jingyi walked back to the bedside, patted her head, and gently comforted her.

“Brother Yan…” Nie Shuangshuang whispered to Lin Jingyi.

Who could remain completely unmoved by such treatment from a delicate beauty?

“I’m here…” Lin Jingyi gently patted her one pat at a time.

Nie Shuangshuang seemed to have been comforted, and her furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

[System, I don't want to do this anymore. I can't do it, really. I can't do even a little bit. I'm disgusted with myself.] Seeing that Nie Shuangshuang was pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed, Lin Jingyi said to the system in his mind.

[Host, although you can't let your character's image crumble, you could have shown from the beginning that you didn't like Nie Shuangshuang. That way, you wouldn't have to pretend to like her.]

[Oh right, why didn't you say so sooner?] Lin Jingyi asked, somewhat finding it hard to believe.

[Host, you can't always rely on the system to complete tasks. What you're doing is in line with your character, so no reminder is needed.] The system felt that letting Lin Jingyi take some detours would give him more options for thinking in the future.

He only needs to remind the host when the major direction is wrong.

Lin Jingyi: [Sigh, it's my fault for not thinking things through back then.]

Lin Jingyi is now filled with regret. She was too naive. If only she had shown that she didn't like Nie Shuangshuang from the beginning, it would have been too late.

She stared at Nie Shuangshuang, her slender eyebrows slightly furrowed, deciding to wait until she was truly asleep before leaving.

Lin Jingyi sat by the bed for a while, and Nie Shuangshuang fell asleep. She gently pushed her hand away and got up to leave.

Nie Shuangshuang, who was actually asleep, had furrowed brows and a pale face. She did not have the relaxed feeling that she had initially pretended to be comforted by Lin Jingyi.

Lin Jingyi pursed his lips and left.

When Lin Jingyi left, he pretended to be a sentimental person and told Xiaoling to take good care of Nie Shuangshuang.

She had just returned to her courtyard when her father came looking for her.

Father Yan wore a black brocade robe, his face bearing a subtle but serious expression.

Lin Jingyi led Yan's father inside and called out to him, "Father."

Father Yan nodded, sat down, took a sip of tea, and then asked Lin Jingyi, "Zhao'er, what about you and...Miss Nie?"

Lin Jingyi cleared his throat, his voice clear and gentle, with a troubled expression on his face: "Father, I like Shuangshuang."

Yan Zhao likes it, but she doesn't.

"Does Zhao'er truly love her?"

Mr. Yan looked serious. He knew his son well and would never joke about such an important matter as his life's destiny, but he still asked with a glimmer of hope.

Lin Jingyi nodded, took a sip of tea, and said earnestly, "Yes, I love her. Shuangshuang is very beautiful, but also very fragile. I want to protect her for the rest of my life."

Father Yan placed his hand on the table and slowly tapped it: "Do you know about her relationship with Mo Wuji?"

Although Zhao'er said that Nie Shuangshuang was colluding with the Demonic Sect, she didn't say what their relationship was, and he wasn't sure if Zhao'er knew.

Lin Jingyi feigned a puzzled expression:

“Shuangshuang and Mo Wuji are enemies. Although I told my father that they were colluding, I only overheard Shuangshuang saying it by chance. Shuangshuang is a weak woman. No matter what the Demonic Sect makes her do, she must be forced to do it.”

Lin Jingyi's words were all meant to exonerate Nie Shuangshuang.

Yan's father sighed, his tone filled with helplessness towards his son: "Zhao'er, you've been deceived by that girl."

"What else could Shuangshuang possibly lie to her son about?"

"I was just kidding... It's about feelings. This morning I went to interrogate Mo Wuji, and he told me that Nie Shuangshuang is his wife, and they have already consummated their marriage."

He felt sorry for his son, whose first relationship was with a shameless woman like Nie Shuangshuang.

"Impossible. Shuangshuang is a good girl. She and Mo Wuji are enemies, how could she be his wife? Father, is it possible that Mo Wuji is trying to sow discord?"

Lin Jingyi looked incredulous and stood up excitedly as he spoke.

"Zhao'er, sit down first." Father Yan pulled Lin Jingyi to sit down, and then said, "Whether it's true or false, we'll know once we check."

"How should we test it?" Lin Jingyi sat down, looking at Yan's father with a puzzled expression.

After a moment of contemplation, Yan's father narrowed his eyes and slowly said, "We can check whether she is a virgin or whether she has a red mole on her left lower back."

"Father, leave this matter to me. Regardless of whether Shuangshuang is chaste or not, if she likes me, I am willing to marry her."

Lin Jing also disliked this kind of emphasis on a girl's chastity. The inspection was disrespectful to Nie Shuangshuang. Regardless of whether the other party had done it or not, as a woman, she would never make things difficult for another woman in such a matter, even though Mo Wuji told Yan's father the truth.

But Lin Jingyi didn't plan to test those things, since he liked Yan Zhao regardless of whether she was right or wrong.

"Sigh, Zhao'er, you're so foolish." Father Yan sighed heavily, never expecting his son to be so stubborn when it came to matters of the heart.

"I can concede on this matter, but Nie Shuangshuang can only be your concubine."

Lin Jingyi looked at Yan's father without replying, his expression resolute.

Finally, with a stern expression, Yan's father said to Lin Jingyi, "Nie Shuangshuang can only be your concubine at most; you must marry someone else as your wife!"

Lin Jingyi knew that this was the biggest concession Yan's father had made, so he could only nod and say, "Okay, I understand."

"It's good that you know. As the young master of Yanxue Manor, you must not focus too much on personal feelings between men and women." Seeing this, Yan's father took the opportunity to comfort him.

Lin Jingyi readily agreed.

Seeing that his son was so obedient, Yan's father left satisfied.