Xiaoxiao was already crying uncontrollably. Was she ultimately going to return?
Thinking carefully now, who actually replaced whom?
Was it she who replaced the original self and fell in love with her modest husband? What right did she have? After all, she was just a soul, and she had vainly longed for the love of her modest husband.
Seeing Xiaoxiao crying uncontrollably, the original self spoke up, "Sister, have you fallen for my husband?"
Faced with such a question, Xiaoxiao didn’t know how to respond. Her tears fell like beads off a broken string.
The answer was unspoken. The original Zhong Xiaoxiao fell into deep thought, and suddenly, her tears also flowed like beads off a broken string.
Suddenly, she collapsed to the ground and started sobbing loudly, "Sister, what should I do? I never thought you would like my husband too. I thought you just wanted to go back. I thought it would be fine just to switch back."
Xiaoxiao, bewildered by the original self’s actions, wondered what she meant by her words.
"Sister, does he like you then?" the original Zhong Xiaoxiao sobbed and continued to ask.
Xiaoxiao didn’t answer. Seeing her cry like that, wouldn’t it hurt the girl if she said yes?
A moment later, the original Zhong Xiaoxiao stopped crying, lifted her head, and revealed a naive smile, "Sister, since he likes you too, let’s not switch back, okay?"
With that, Xiaoxiao’s eyes widened. What was the original self saying? She actually said not to switch? Xiaoxiao, confused, asked, "Why?"
"Because you two like each other!"
"..." Just because the two of them liked each other, the original self was willing to yield?
"Aren’t you also in love with him, to the extent that you went to great lengths to marry him?"
The original Zhong Xiaoxiao smiled, a smile that Xiaoxiao could see was bitter, "Yes, I love him. So I did the boldest thing in my life—I gambled, hoping that after we were married, he would fall in love with me."
The original Zhong Xiaoxiao sighed deeply and continued, "But I guess that’s probably not going to happen now."
"..." Xiaoxiao found herself increasingly unable to comprehend. What kind of girl was she, to let the person she loved be with someone else? How kind could she possibly be?
Suddenly, she wanted to hear from her mouth what the original self was really like.
"I heard you’re quite a spendthrift?"
"Yes, because my family isn’t poor. I’ve been somewhat extravagant with money."
"I heard you’re lazy and gluttonous?"
"Not to the extent of lazy and gluttonous, but indeed I am not great with household chores. Marrying a farmer would probably be frowned upon."
"I heard you are willful and headstrong?"
"Indeed, I have been spoiled. But I have never bullied anyone."
"Then why is your reputation so bad, bad to the point where no one dares marry you?"
The original Zhong Xiaoxiao laughed, "Haha, for that, I have to thank my brothers."
"..." Xiaoxiao seemingly instantly understood her meaning; having a bunch of excessively protective brothers could indeed be troublesome.
"So I went and found someone myself, but I’m too ugly. I lacked the confidence that Yang Ming would notice me, so I took a bold step, hoping he would see my good qualities after we married."
Looking at the original self, who showed a face filled with naive kindness, Xiaoxiao suddenly felt that if it weren’t for her arrival, her modest husband might have fallen for her.
It was her arrival that shattered the beautiful dream this girl had woven for herself.
"How did you force him to marry you?" Xiaoxiao suddenly really wanted to know.
"Sister, you can’t laugh at me when I tell you. The method was somewhat underhanded."