Quick Transmigration: Passerby A Gets Entangled with the Male Lead

"It's alright, go and rest for a bit." Wen Zhiliang's voice was slightly low, and he seemed a little absent-minded. "I still have some side stories to finish writing, I need to go and finish them first."

After saying that, Wen Zhiliang didn't give He Zhiyao any more time to react. She turned around and quickly walked into the study, closing the door behind her.

He Zhiyao stood there, looking at the closed study door. She hesitated for a moment, but finally decided not to disturb Wen Zhiliang and turned to walk into the bedroom.

Meanwhile, on the space station, He Zhiyao is facing an awkward situation—she has no money.

If she returns to her original world and is unable to pay the male model's bill, she may face imprisonment. Therefore, she can only stay in the space temporarily, waiting for someone to return the money to her.

What surprised He Zhiyao even more was that she originally thought that the NPC would die after she left the small world.

After all, according to her plan, she intended to take advantage of Wen Zhiliang's deep feelings for her, and then choose to die at a crucial moment, leaving Wen Zhiliang to ponder the mystery she left behind, suffering and never finding the answer.

However, reality completely surprised her. The NPC was still alive! What was the point of punishing him then?!

He Zhiyao couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat; her carefully crafted plan had been so easily shattered.

Miscalculation...

However, what was unusual was that Wen Zhiliang's behavior seemed a bit off.

After some thought, He Zhiyao finally decided to go to sleep first, since without money, nothing could be done.

System 686 watched as its host drifted off to sleep so easily, and a sense of unease welled up in its heart.

It gazed worriedly at Wen Zhiliang, the male protagonist in the small world.

As soon as Wen Zhiliang entered the study, she locked the door without hesitation. What went wrong? Why did she have this strange feeling?

The same face, the same expression, the same actions, but when He Zhiyao approached, Wen Zhiliang did not feel happy as usual. Instead, she subconsciously dodged away and made an excuse to write a side story.

The words He Zhiyao had spoken before she fell into a coma kept echoing in Wen Zhiliang's mind. These words were like a heavy hammer, striking his heart hard and plunging him into deep thought.

Wen Zhiliang, who hadn't slept all night, looked exhausted with bloodshot eyes.

When he finally opened the study door, he unexpectedly ran into He Zhiyao, who was coming out of the bedroom.

Seeing this, He Zhiyao quickly stepped forward with a worried expression and asked with concern, "Honey, did you not get enough rest?"

"No, we've gotten our marriage certificate, so we should move to a different place. I'll take you back to where I used to live."

Wen Zhiliang's voice was icy cold, as if he and He Zhiyao were not newlyweds, but two strangers.

Hearing this, He Zhiyao felt a little disappointed, but she still nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll go pack my luggage." After saying that, she turned around and went back to her bedroom to pack her things.

"No need." Wen Zhiliang's voice suddenly became somewhat urgent. "Everything over there is ready. We just need to go over there."

He Zhiyao looked at him with some surprise and asked, "Are you sure you don't need to pack?"

“No need.” Wen Zhiliang’s tone was firm. “The driver is waiting outside. You can go ahead first.”

He Zhiyao hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and said, "Okay!" Then she walked out of the house alone.

Wen Zhiliang watched He Zhiyao's departing figure, feeling a little uneasy.

He silently went into the bedroom, changed the sheets, and then piled He Zhiyao's clothes on the bed.

He lay on the pile of clothes and stayed there quietly for a while, as if sensing He Zhiyao's presence.

After a while, Wen Zhiliang slowly got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower, while He Zhiyao's clothes on the bed were soaked.

Half a month has passed, and He Zhiyao is like a machine with a pre-programmed schedule, busy with her own things every day.

She would occasionally call Wen Zhiliang to say a few words of greeting, but their interactions were limited to that.

Wen Zhiliang, like a ghost, silently stayed in the room he shared with He Zhiyao, as if he had lost his soul.

His body gradually became thinner, and his clothes, which used to fit him well, became loose. He looked extremely haggard.

The 300 million yuan and the punishment were like a nightmare for him.

He kept asking himself, why? He hadn't done those things, so why should he have to suffer all of this?

Wen Zhiliang didn't shed any tears, but he could feel a wetness on his face.

He gently wiped it with his hand and was surprised to find that it was actually blood and tears!

Wen Zhiliang forced herself to cheer up and tidied her messy clothes and hair.

He went outside and stood quietly in the shadows, looking at He Zhiyao from afar, his eyes filled with endless longing.

However, he finally realized that the He Zhiyao of the past could never come back.

Wen Zhiliang silently turned and left.

He went to a flower shop and picked out the most beautiful bouquet of flowers.

He returned with flowers to the place where he and He Zhiyao had once lived together, a place filled with memories.

He went into the room, placed the flowers on the bedside table, and then sat quietly on the edge of the bed.

Finally, Wen Zhiliang took a deep breath, picked up a sharp knife, and plunged it into her heart without hesitation.

Blood splattered all over the sheets as his body slowly collapsed, his life ending in that moment.

System 686 witnessed the entire process, and its scalp tingled.

It never expected that Wen Zhiliang seemed to have realized that He Zhiyao was not its host, but he remained unusually calm and did nothing.

Sometimes, when he could no longer bear the pain in his heart, he would secretly glance at He Zhiyao from the shadows. But now, he had chosen to commit suicide.

System 686 glanced at the sleeping He Zhiyao, and the energy in the space suddenly flickered.

Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared in the space.

【宿……】System 686 hadn’t finished speaking when it was suddenly confined by a powerful force, as if its voice had been forcibly cut off in its throat.

System 686 inwardly cried out: Host, good luck to you!

Qi was squatting in front of He Zhiyao, his golden eyes fixed on her, as if observing what was special about her.