Dying in the Male Lead's Arms Every Time - Chapter 3

Seeing him agree, Ning Meng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She had been worried about some kind of plot twist like those in novels, but thankfully, even though the system seemed weak, nothing went wrong.

With this issue resolved, the weight on her heart was lifted, and the old madam’s health was slowly improving.

After being pressed into bed by her sisters for a whole day, Ning Meng finally noticed her eyes getting better.

However, it still felt like there was a veil over her eyes, with the whole room bathed in a warm yellow light-not too bright or glaring, but rather giving a peaceful feeling.

The system appeared out of nowhere, “This is the energy from the formation. After your transmigration, you gained yin-yang eyes.”

Ning Meng was startled, “Yin-yang eyes? Does that mean I can see ghosts now?”

The system was taken aback, “…Yes, but you won’t see them in the Shi Family. And because the old madam’s eyesight isn’t good, the yin-yang eyes will also see ghosts in a blur.”

Ning Meng sighed in relief.

Luckily, seeing ghosts wasn’t in high definition, or she might have been scared to death.

Perhaps as compensation, the old madam’s memories were also transferred to her mind.

The old madam’s life could be described as a TV drama of a domineering CEO falling in love with her. Her husband, who passed away early, was truly fond of his wife from a fishing family, and some of the sweet memories were so saccharine that Ning Meng felt her teeth ache.

Fortunately, her husband had passed away long ago; if he were still alive, Ning Meng wouldn’t know how to face him.

In reality, becoming the old madam wasn’t as optimistic as it seemed. The old madam’s body was a disaster to move; even turning over took a minute and might not even succeed.

She finally understood the difficulties of being elderly.

Every movement required great effort, a stark contrast to the ease of youth. The old madam’s eyesight was also poor; today, she almost mistook Li Chun for Li Xia, causing a bit of a joke.

After a good rest, she had recovered quite a bit, and her vision was a little clearer, much better than the previous blur.

Seeing Li Chun bustling around energetically all day, Ning Meng, lying in bed, was envious. Even a little movement made her dizzy, which was pure torment.

Ning Meng sighed inwardly.

Youth is indeed a blessing!

She glanced around the room; it was even more luxurious than she had vaguely seen yesterday, exuding a restrained opulence that was unmistakably extraordinary.

The Shi Family depicted in the novel was truly a grand family. Ning Meng’s family had money too, but it lacked this kind of heritage. In comparison, her family seemed like nouveau riche.

The Shi Family truly deserved the title of an aristocratic family.

She sat up in bed, took a few breaths, and patted her back with effort.

Just then, Li Chun entered with another bouquet of beautifully arranged flowers. Ning Meng, who loved plants, almost glued her eyes to them.

Li Chun placed the flowers in a vase and came over to support her, “Old madam, you mustn’t move around. The doctor said you need plenty of rest.”

Ning Meng waved her hand, squinting, “Li Chun, hand me that mirror.”

In just one day, she had gotten familiar with Li Chun, who was the most straightforward, while Li Xia was more perceptive. Although Ning Meng had the old madam’s memories, she was still afraid of being caught as a monster and taken to a research lab.

Li Chun handed over the small mirror, suddenly realizing, “Old madam, you want to look in the mirror now?”

After being sick for several days, even a young girl of seventeen or eighteen would look pale, let alone the old madam, who was usually vain. If she got upset, it could be problematic…

Ning Meng touched her face, “I just want to see. Give it to me, it’s fine.”

The dry and wrinkled skin made her feel goosebumps.

After waiting for a while without any action, she had to put on a stern face, “Li Chun.”

Li Chun reluctantly handed over the mirror.

The mirror had an ancient feel to it, egg-shaped with floral patterns carved into the wooden frame, and the handle was wrapped with cloud motifs, emitting a faint fragrance.

It felt heavy in her hand, and Ning Meng thought that many things in the old madam’s room had a bit of history.

Take this mirror, for example; it was given by the old madam’s mother-in-law, similar to the family heirlooms passed down outside, at least a few hundred years old.

Old objects were most likely to attract sinister things, yet everything in the old madam’s room felt warm to the touch, clearly different.

This ancient mirror was surrounded by a layer of warm yellow mist.

The system explained seriously, “Generally, auspicious energy is warm-colored, with warm yellow being the most serene and rare. Sinister energy is cold-colored, like black or gray. As for fierce ghosts, they vary greatly.”

This ancient mirror was indeed remarkable.

Ning Meng shook off the thought, brought the mirror close to her face, and prepared to take a good look.

The face in the mirror was an ordinary elderly face.

The forehead and corners of the eyes were lined with wrinkles, giving a harmonious appearance, but the brows and eyes carried a strong presence.

Now that the owner of this face had changed, the eyes remained muddled, but upon closer inspection, there was a hint of innocence, clarity, and bewilderment.

Ning Meng stared at the wrinkled face, frowning slightly, feeling something was off, and finally realized the reason after a while.

-This face looked a lot like hers.

During her freshman year, the school required joining a club, and she happened to be interested in acting, so she joined the drama club.

The school had many beauties, and her delicate, gentle face lacked the aggressive beauty and connections to play the lead, so she often got small, insignificant roles.

Before the end-of-term performance, she got the role of the female lead’s grandmother, doing the domineering and obstructive acts.

To make it realistic on stage, her club members used advanced makeup techniques to turn her into an old lady, complete with a wig, and they laughed at her appearance for quite a while.

Now, the face in the mirror looked just like her made-up face back then, almost identical, except for the difference in aura.

It was like waking up and finding herself in her old age.

Seeing the old madam staring blankly at the mirror, Li Chun was worried.

After an illness, even a young girl would look much worse, let alone the old madam, who was usually vain. If she got upset, it could be problematic…

Ning Meng placed the mirror aside, saying, “No, I was just looking.”

There are many strange things in the world, and she had transmigrated, after all.

People looking alike wasn’t unusual, and it wasn’t a big deal, just a bit awkward, but it was better than seeing an unfamiliar face.

Moreover, the system seemed hesitant and hadn’t forced her to do anything yet, so everything seemed fine for now.

Ning Meng thought about it and pushed the matter to the back of her mind, suddenly asking, “Has Seventeen arrived?”

Li Chun responded, giving her a playful wink, “Yesterday, the eldest young master said that unless something unexpected happens, Young Master Qi will come today and stay in the small building from now on.”

The old madam seemed to have misunderstood and now liked to call him Seventeen, but the servants couldn’t call him that.

Hearing this, Ning Meng clapped her hands, but it was so soft she barely felt anything.

She pouted, thinking the sooner, the better, so she could watch over him closely and hopefully prevent any mishaps.

She had only been moderately wealthy before, and the Shi Family seemed like something out of a drama or novel. The novel only lightly described Shi Qi’s bleak life, but he must have gone through a lot to end up like that.

The unknown was the most terrifying.

Ning Meng couldn’t help but associate it with conspiracies, feeling a chill in her heart.

She had already gone through the old madam’s memories while pretending to sleep, and now she was more familiar with the Shi Family.

The novel didn’t mention Shi Qi’s exact age, but she recalled that the third son had been away from home for nearly eight years. Judging by the situation back then, the child must be at least seven or eight years old by now.

Raising a little one shouldn’t be too difficult.

She casually asked, “How old is Seventeen?”

Li Chun quickly answered, “Seven years old. The same age as Young Master Cong.”

Hearing her mention Shi Cong, Ning Meng didn’t know what to think.

Shi Cong was the second son’s child, and the old madam was very fond of this only grandson, so he was quite spoiled. However, he didn’t like to come to the small building often, as there were more fun things in the mansion.

But Ning Meng didn’t have a good impression of this child.

Firstly, the behavior that the old madam used to dismiss as childish antics seemed excessively spoiled to her now.

She had suffered from unruly children before, so she preferred well-behaved ones.

Secondly, Shi Cong and his sister had contributed significantly to Shi Qi’s dark childhood, and later, when Shi Qi took control of the Shi Family, their fate was quite miserable.

The elderly body was prone to headaches when thinking too much, so Ning Meng rubbed her temples and lay back down, saying slowly, “Let me know when he arrives.”

She needed to give this orphaned child some affection. If she lived long enough, she didn’t expect Shi Qi to be particularly good to her, just not to scare her.

Li Chun agreed, tucked her in, and quietly closed the door.

Lying in bed, she couldn’t sleep.

Ning Meng called out to the system, “What’s the eldest young master up to lately?”

The system replied, “Wait a moment, I’ll check…”

After a few seconds, the system returned, “A few days ago, a man came to see your eldest son. His daughter played the pen fairy game at school and got into trouble.”

“Pen fairy?” Ning Meng was shocked.

She knew the dangers of the pen fairy game, as various novels and horror films often used it as a plot device. It was one of the most famous spirit-summoning games.

In essence, the pen fairy wasn’t a fairy; it was a ghost.

The system nodded, “Her three roommates have already died, each in a different, gruesome way, and she’s next.”

Ning Meng understood.

They hadn’t successfully sent the pen fairy away, so they were being haunted.