Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

"Sister Wen, I didn't lie to you. I really forgot to bring an umbrella. I was standing outside the door, and before I even knocked, you came out. Don't overthink it. I've never hidden anything from you." Chu Wenshu gripped Chu Yun's sleeve tightly, his voice carrying a panic he himself didn't realize.

Chu Yun, her sleeve being tugged, could only turn to look at him and said with a smile, "Okay, I believe you. Sit down quickly, warm yourself by the fire."

After she finished speaking, she tried to leave, but Chu Wenshu still held her back and stubbornly asked, "Where are you going, Sister Wen? Are you angry with me and want to leave me?"

Chu Yun was puzzled: "Why are you acting so strangely today? You haven't done anything to wrong me, so why should I blame you? I just wanted to get some charcoal to make the fire burn brighter."

The words "I'm sorry for what happened" made Chu Wenshu's head throb. He abruptly released Chu Yun's sleeve and said in a deep voice, "So that's how it is. Then Sister Wen, go quickly."

"I'll be right back. Please sit down."

After Chu Yun entered the inner room, Chu Wenshu regained some of his composure and couldn't help but feel a wave of fear. He had acted too strangely, but thankfully Sister Wen didn't suspect him.

Chu Wenshu dared not be stunned any longer, and quickly sat down in the chair, slapping his face repeatedly.

With the fire burning in the stove and the heavy patting, Chu Wenshu's frozen face and thoughts finally returned to normal. He breathed a sigh of relief and resolved to be careful so as not to arouse Chu Yun's suspicion.

He held a hand warmer, sat by the stove with his eyes down, and heard faint footsteps. He guessed that Chu Yun had returned. He couldn't help but look up, but suddenly froze.

He was too flustered to notice that Chu Yun was quite different from usual—her face, which was usually bare of makeup, was now lightly made up, her complexion was more radiant and glowing than usual, and her lips were more vibrant than usual.

If Chu Yun was once a piece of uncarved jade, then she is now a fine jade artifact, carefully crafted by skilled artisans.

She is always extremely beautiful, but today she is even more stunningly beautiful, so much so that one dares not look directly at her.

"Why are you spacing out again? If I hadn't had something to do and needed to go to the kitchen, you'd probably still be standing in the snow right now. Tell me the truth about what happened."

The woman's reproachful voice pulled Chu Wenshu out of his daze, and he had no choice but to lie, "I was practicing my sword today and it seems I made a breakthrough. I kept thinking about the moves, so I got distracted."

Chu Yun was skeptical. "Really?"

"Really!" Chu Wenshu said firmly.

To distract Chu Yun, he said what he really thought: "Sister Wen is even more beautiful today than before."

"Really?" Chu Yun threw the charcoal into the stove, turned around in front of Chu Wenshu, and her fiery red skirt rippled like a blooming red lotus.

Chu Wenshu then noticed that Chu Yun's clothes were different from usual. In the past, although she wore red clothes, they were always simple in style, with no other decorations except for some silver ornaments that could be used as weapons. But now her red clothes were complicated and exquisite, with intricate patterns sewn with silver thread on the chest. The sleeves were no longer tight arrow sleeves, but loose and beautiful wide sleeves. The skirt was layered, more exquisite than the single layer before.

He remembered that Gu Huaizhi had given Chu Yun a lot of clothes before he went into seclusion, and Xiao Qi'an had also given her quite a few. However, Chu Yun found these clothes troublesome and inconvenient for walking and practicing martial arts, so she never wore them.

Today, however, she was not afraid of trouble and changed into this dress, contrary to her usual behavior. Chu Wenshu thought about it for a moment and his heart sank.

"Chu Wenshu, what's wrong with you? I'm asking you a question, why are you spacing out again?" Chu Yun raised her voice, her eyes fixed on Chu Wenshu.

Seeing that Chu Wenshu had come to her senses, she asked in confusion, "What did Sister Wen say to me? I was thinking about something and didn't react for a moment. Please don't be offended, Sister."

The panic in the boy's eyes completely deflated Chu Yun, who repeated, "I just asked you if you thought my clothes looked good?"

Hearing this, Chu Wenshu felt even more bitter, but she had to force herself to stay strong and said, "It looks beautiful. Sister looks like a fairy in this dress. It couldn't be more beautiful."

Chu Wenshu saw the woman in front of him smile brightly, her eyes curving into crescent moons, shining like two luminous pearls.

"Hearing you say that, I feel relieved?" The woman's words made Chu Wenshu want to ask: What's there to be relieved about? It's said that women dress up for those who appreciate them, so who are you dressing up for now?

He lowered his eyes, concealing the complexity within them, and after a few moments, managed to control his voice so as not to get too out of control, "Sister Wen, you've always disliked complicated dresses, so why are you wearing this dress today?"

Chu Yun's cheerful voice rang out from above, "Since you asked, I won't hide it from you. I'm going to see a very important person tomorrow, so I naturally have to take the time to prepare. Although I also think this dress is troublesome, I think he will like it."

Who is he?

It must be Gu Huaizhi.

Chu Wenshu tried to open his eyes wide, suppressing the stinging around his eyes. In order not to let Chu Yun notice his abnormality, he lowered his head even further.

Fortunately, Chu Yun seemed to have other things to do, so she told him, "I still feel that I used a bit too much lip rouge. Wait here for me, and I'll go adjust it."

Soon he heard Chu Yun's footsteps as she left.

After a pause, Chu Wenshu raised his eyes and saw Chu Yun's somewhat blurry figure through a misty haze.

He covered his eyes with his hand, feeling a dampness in his palm, and felt a sharp pain and rampant jealousy welling up inside him.

When Chu Yun returned, Chu Wenshu had already disappeared, and her hand warmer and cloak were neatly placed on the table.

Chu Yun took a few steps forward, her gaze falling on the leaping flames, and sighed softly, "If you can't even withstand this, this is nothing."

*

The following day, the snow, which had been falling all day, showed no signs of stopping; on the contrary, it seemed to be falling even heavier, covering the mountain village in a crystal-clear and beautiful blanket of snow.

After getting ready, Chu Yun skipped breakfast and headed to Chengxin Pavilion with her umbrella.

She was in a great mood, her steps were light, sometimes she would reach out and scoop up a handful of snow, watching the snowflakes melt in her palm and reveal a faint smile; sometimes she would tilt her umbrella slightly, feeling the weight of the fine snow falling on her body; sometimes she would simply spin around in place, making her skirt draw a beautiful arc.

Like countless women going to meet their sweethearts, she was filled with joy, and every gesture she made was exhilarating.

Xiao Qi'an followed far behind her, an endless pain welling up in his heart, feeling as if a sharp sword had pierced his heart.

The woman before him was not like the Chu Yun he knew; she seemed to have become a completely different person.

What makes her gentle and lively is the love she has for others.

Thinking of this, Xiao Qi'an's expression grew even colder.

Ah Yun, you will soon be back by my side, and you will realize that I am the most suitable person for you.

I will wait patiently, but please don't let me down.