Quick Transmigration: The Boss’ White Moonlight is Resurrected

Wan Tong had been guessing in her heart whether Father Bai and Yu Cheng had reached a consensus in private, such as letting her live under a new identity, completely leaving the Bai family and the Bai Wantong from ten years ago.

If that were the case, what happened to the original owner ten years ago was definitely not a good thing.

She had originally paid no attention to it, but now she was extremely curious.

After parting ways with Ding Rui, Wan Tong returned to the villa with bags and boxes, and Jin He followed her into the master bedroom.

Wan Tong had bought many small decorative items for the room, as well as a few sets of men’s clothing.

She put the bags of clothes into the closet and then spoke to Jin He, “Jin He, can you help me take out that potted succulent and put it on Chengcheng’s bedside table?”

“Miss Wantong… do you want to let Mr. Yu know first? He doesn’t like to have too many things in his room,” Jin He couldn’t help but remind her as he held the porcelain pot.

“It’s okay, just put it there,” Wan Tong glanced around the empty room and had already made a list in her mind, deciding to renovate the master bedroom in the next two days.

Jin He was trembling as he entered the room, and now looking at the potted succulent in his hands, he hesitated to let go. “Miss Wantong, should we still ask Mr. Yu first?”

Wan Tong had no choice but to quickly send a message to Yu Cheng.

Within a few seconds, she handed her phone to Jin He and said, “Look, Chengcheng said it’s okay.”

However, when Wan Tong saw the soil under the flowerpot, she stopped him and said, “Let’s just take it away instead of putting it on the bedside table.”

Jin He didn’t care why she changed her mind and happily took the succulent away.

But in the next few hours, as he watched people constantly moving furniture into the master bedroom, he began to feel uneasy again.

He had seen Yu Cheng in a rage that could almost destroy the world, and he wondered if these pieces of furniture would survive tonight.

Not only Jin He, but also Butler Kong and the invisible servants who usually did not appear were all worried and anxious, watching the direction of the second floor. They decided to clean and disinfect the house multiple times before Mr. Yu returned home. They couldn’t afford to make any mistakes, or else they wouldn’t survive the night.

Wan Tong was also aware of everyone’s concerns. After all, Yu Cheng’s OCD had become so severe that even the servants were required to be even in. After Kong Jing left, someone immediately filled her vacancy. The master bedroom was probably the only place where he could relax. Although it was empty, it could make his tight strings loosen up.

OCD not only caused anxiety for the people around him but also tortured Yu Cheng himself. Moreover, he had a cleanliness addiction, and one could imagine how great his psychological burden was.

When Yu Cheng returned, all the outsiders had already left the villa.

Butler Kong saw Yu Cheng in the living room, and hesitated for a moment before saying, “Ah Cheng, Tongtong has been tinkering in your room for several hours. She’s doing it for your own good…”

Yu Cheng paused for a moment and asked, “What is she tinkering with?”

He received a message from her saying that she wanted to add something to his room, and he agreed.

“You’d better go up and take a look yourself.” Actually, Butler Kong thought it was fine, but he was afraid that Yu Cheng wouldn’t be accustomed to it.

After all, in these years, Yu Cheng had been living alone in that spacious and empty room.

“Where’s Tongtong?”

“She’s still in your room.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Cheng quickly went upstairs.

The door to the master bedroom was open, and faint classical music drifted out.

Wan Tong was facing away from the door, tinkering with the small speaker on the table, from which the music was playing.

Yu Cheng scanned the room with his eyes. In fact, Wan Tong only added a sofa and a table, and installed a wall cabinet, but there were a few more decorative items on the table.

With a closer look, the room did indeed have a bit more human touch.

“Tongtong.” Yu Cheng unconsciously softened his footsteps.

Wan Tong turned her head and glanced at him, then switched to a soft instrumental music before smiling and speaking, “Is my eyesight still okay?”

“Okay.” Yu Cheng stared at the smile on her lips and answered without hesitation.

“Do you feel uncomfortable?” Wan Tong pointed to the various small decorations on the cabinet, which were colorful and dazzling.

Yu Cheng still had a shallow smile on his face, and his eyes were as calm as a painting without any irritability. “They look pretty.”

Wan Tong felt relieved that he was so easy to accept it, but she still pointed to the sliding door next to her and said, “This is a sliding door. If you find it ugly someday, just close it.”

“En.” Yu Cheng slightly lowered his eyes, knowing that she did it for him.

In recent years, his OCD and cleanliness have become more and more severe, and he is always in a state of repression.

He once wanted to clear his world so that he could be comforted.

But now, looking at the small trinkets she has collected, piled up in a crooked manner, he can accept it.

As long as it is related to her, he finds it pleasing to the eye.

“Grandpa Kong said you’re used to an empty room. I’m afraid you won’t be able to sleep tonight. If that’s the case, come find me and we can chat.” After thinking for a moment, Wan Tong spoke these words.

Yu Cheng stared at her for a while, a faint glimmer in his eyes, and nodded. “En.”

In the first-floor hall, Butler Kong and Jin He were gathered together, their attention focused on the second floor.

But after waiting for half an hour, there was still no movement.

“So, has Mr. Yu really changed his ways?” Jin He asked incredulously.

“Probably because it’s Tongtong,” Butler Kong said with a smile and then left.

At night, when Wan Tong was about to sleep, someone knocked on the door.

She looked at Yu Cheng standing at the door and felt a little worried because his face was a little pale.

“Chengcheng, what’s wrong with you?”

“Tongtong, I can’t sleep.” Yu Cheng looked at her and said, his voice soft so that only she could hear him, and he looked a bit pitiful.

Wan Tong was prepared for this, so she asked straightforwardly, “Shall we go to your room or mine?”

“…” Yu Cheng hesitated for a moment and said, “Tongtong’s room.”

Wan Tong bit her lip and said, “Let’s go to your room instead, Chengcheng. You have to gradually get used to it, of course, you don’t have to force yourself.”

Yu Cheng nodded and took her hand, leading her towards the master bedroom.

Five minutes later, Wan Tong and Yu Cheng sat facing each other on the bed, staring at each other.

They had just shared with each other their boring daily routine, and then fell into a strange silence.

Actually, Wan Tong was feeling sleepy, but when she saw Yu Cheng’s eyes shining with bright stars, she thought he was wide awake.

Wan Tong remembered the time when Father Bai rejected her, so she put on a serious expression and said, “Chengcheng, I feel like you guys are hiding something from me.”

“What’s the matter?” Yu Cheng leaned over and looked serious.

“…” Wan Tong was tongue-tied. How could he ask her back?

After a while, she pouted and said, “Does my Dad not want to recognize me anymore?”

“He has his own plans, but he loves you.” Yu Cheng wouldn’t lie to her. If he didn’t want to answer, he would change the subject or remain silent.

“I know, but I’m worried about him. That Bai Wanxin…she’s a bit strange.” Wan Tong said, stealing a quick glance at Yu Cheng’s expression.

Although Yu Cheng’s favorability towards Bai Wanxin had dropped, but after all, they had gotten along as friends, and Wan Tong didn’t know if he would be on guard against Bai Wanxin. It was better to remind him just in case.

“Nothing will happen.” Yu Cheng replied concisely.

Wen Tong felt a little anxious. Did she have to tell him about Bai Wanxin and Zhou Jiang’s affair before he would suspect Bai Wanxin?

Yucheng didn’t miss the slightest change in her expression, and his lips twitched as he suddenly said, “Tongtong, will you marry me?”

“Cough, cough, cough…” This caught Wan Tong off guard. “Why are you suddenly bringing this up? Besides, I’m not even at marriageable age yet1the legal marriage age in China is 20 years old for women.”

“Tongtong, you’re already 29 years old,” Yucheng reminded her in a low voice.

Wantong: “…You, are 29 years old.” She had always felt like she was only nineteen.

“I’m 29 years old, half a year older than you,” Yu Cheng said.

“…” Wantong was speechless.

They couldn’t get married just because of that. How could he jump to marriage? Their relationship hadn’t even progressed to that point yet, right?

Yu Cheng then said, “Uncle Bai has already agreed.”

“You’re forcing me into marriage,” Wan Tong pouted. She knew he and Father Bai were on the same side.

Yu Cheng’s lips curved into a gentle smile, but he asked, “Am I not good enough?”

“Of course you are good. You are gentle, rich, handsome, and have a great figure. There isn’t a single flaw, and I don’t know how many girls want to throw themselves at you,” Wan Tong said, blowing rainbow farts2exaggerated (sometimes insincere) compliments.

Yu Cheng listened as his handsome face came closer.

Wan Tong leaned back, but her waist was weak, so she fell straight onto the bed.

Yu Cheng’s arm caught her waist, but he couldn’t stabilize her. Instead, he was pulled by her falling force, and ended up pressing down on her on the bed.

With a god-like face, deep and gentle black pupils, his thin lips slightly parted, “I’m so good, do you want me?”

He was so close, his breath brushed against her face and nose.

His low, gentle voice slipped into her ear like a small hand lightly rubbing her heart. Wan Tong was so stimulated that her mouth became dry.

Want him!

“… Chengcheng, let’s get up first and talk.” She pulled back her lost rationality.

For once, Yu Cheng didn’t listen to her. He even pressed her flailing hands with his palms. “Tongtong, you know I like you.”

Their fingers intertwined, and with his body on top of hers, Wan Tong inexplicably felt a sense of panic and disgust rising from the bottom of her heart.

It was similar to the feeling she had on the day she entered this body, like a certain subconsciousness of her body.

“Chengcheng, let go of me.” Wan Tong’s heart was beating faster, her face still flushed, but her gaze was sharp.

Yu Cheng noticed her unusual reaction and quickly let go of her, rolling over to the side.

The emotion lingering in her eyes stung his.

Wan Tong sat up, breathing lowly as she pressed her temples.

Yu Cheng’s pupils slightly dilated, watching her movements, but didn’t speak, afraid that his voice would trigger any of her bad memories.

After a while, Wan Tong got off the bed and looked down at Yu Cheng. “Chengcheng, my head hurts a bit, I’m going back first.”

“Em.” Cheng replied, got off the bed, and wrapped her up in the blanket before carrying her out of the room.

Wan Tong didn’t struggle. She closed her eyes, and a few images flashed through her mind. Did the original host…really get forced by Yu Cheng?

She suddenly remembered the dream she had that night, which perfectly matched the images of the original owner’s memory, without any discrepancies.

So, did that actually happen?