Chapter Ninety-Six: The Transmigration Ends, Back to Reality

At this final moment, Song Nian'an felt no emotion. He calmly said to Wen Jing, "You can go now."

"Where's the bomb disposal expert!" Wen Jing was still yelling. He took a picture and sent it to Jin Chu.

Jin Chu immediately replied, "It will only stop after you cut off two of them."

Wen Jing stared intently at the leads on the timer.

"Go away, hurry up and leave." Song Nian'an really wished she could kick him away.

Staying here is not a pointless death.

"I'm not leaving." Wen Jing didn't say much. He took out a pair of scissors from his pocket, ready to begin.

Looking at the timer, he told Jin Chu to have everyone else leave.

At that moment, Song Nian'an understood that Wen Jing wanted to die with him.

Wen Liansheng and his grandmother outside the door were already sobbing uncontrollably.

Such a response was far more agonizing than simply killing Wen Jing.

Wen Liansheng could only watch helplessly as his grandson died, unable to do anything about it.

The entire Wen family will be wiped out.

With only three minutes left, Song Nian'an started to panic, "Listen to me, listen to me!!!"

He growled angrily, and Wen Jing looked up at him.

“I’m not from your world. When I die, I’ll go back to my original world. You’re different!” Song Nian’an no longer hid anything. “You don’t need to save me. To you, I’m just a virtual character. Please, go! Even if you die with me now, I’ll go back to my original world, and you’ll be truly dead.”

Wen Jing looked at Song Nian'an very seriously, without a doubt that he had made up the story.

"I know."

Song Nian'an was taken aback when she heard this, but then Wen Jing suddenly laughed.

At that moment, he smiled beautifully, his expression relaxed, as if he had truly let go.

“I told you, I can read minds. I heard it the first time you called me ‘husband’ in your mind.”

Wen Jing pressed his palm against Song Nian'an's cheek. He could no longer maintain his composure and pleaded with him, trembling.

"Go away, go away. I just think you're handsome and good-looking. I don't really like you, and I don't want to be with you. I just want to go back."

Song Nian'an was rambling incoherently.

Despite uttering harsh words, Wen Jing did not leave his side for even a moment.

"No matter where you come from, you're still my wife, and I'll never abandon you," Wen Jing said gently, wiping away the tears from Song Nian'an's eyes.

"Let's make a bet, what color do you like?"

Wen Jing asked.

"Yellow, yellow!"

In the last minute, neither of them spoke; they simply looked into each other's eyes.

Wen Jing drew two lines, one red and one blue, and then cut them off simultaneously.

The countdown has reached zero.

The expected explosion did not occur. Wen Jing shouted and came in.

Jin Chu led his men in and surrounded them.

Two minutes later, police officers wearing thick riot gear walked in.

Wen Jing did not let go of Song Nian'an's hand until the bomb was defused.

Song Nian'an was eventually dragged by the arm into the ambulance.

I vaguely heard Wen Jing's words.

"That's good, you didn't go back."

He's already in the hospital, in the Policy Research Office.

The nurse knocked on the door and came in to draw blood for testing. After drawing two tubes of blood, she repeatedly reminded the patient to go for a brain CT scan on time, and the person next to her responded softly.

I wasn't actually injured, I was just feeling upset.

No matter what, the world in the book is really melodramatic, with all sorts of exaggerations, Song Nian'an thought to herself.

After the nurse closed the door, Song Nian'an touched the ring on her hand and realized that she was still living in the world of the book she had transmigrated into.

He touched the ring with his right hand so much that he didn't even notice the person lying on the sofa.

"Are you willing to go back?"

Song Nian'an froze instantly.

"husband..."

Wen Jing stood up, walked over slowly, and pulled the person into his arms.

His breathing was heavy and labored.

Song Nian'an raised her hand that was still receiving an IV drip, wrapped her other arm around it, and buried her head in her shoulder.

This shower gel smells so good.

They hugged quietly for two minutes before Wen Jing let go.

"It's newly bought, and it has a light jasmine scent."

"ah?"

Wen Jing smiled and said, "I meant shower gel."

Song Nian'an then realized, "You can really read minds?"

"Um."

"You can hear everything I'm saying?"

"Um."

When did it start?

"First time meeting."

“...”

Perhaps feeling too ashamed, thinking back to what she had said before—from thinking he was so handsome when they first met, secretly calling him her husband, to failing to seduce him after marriage, and realizing he wasn't good enough...

Wen Jing interrupted his thoughts abruptly, "Stop reminiscing, it wasn't anything nice, why do I have to hear it again?"

In the end, Song Nian'an had no choice but to accept it.

Compared to his transmigration into the book, mind reading isn't considered a high-level skill in the novel.

"you.."

"I..."

They both spoke at the same time.

But that was all; they didn't continue.

They exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.

When it was time to sleep at night, Song Nian'an lay on the hospital bed, while Wen Jing slept on the sofa next to her.

The nurse turned off the light, and then there was silence.

At this point, the ending of the book has probably been completely rewritten. Wen Jing is no longer in a vegetative state, and Wen Siyan has been arrested and will receive the punishment he deserves.

Suddenly, Song Nian'an's head began to ache, her eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably, and her tongue went numb.

He tried to call for help, "Wen..."

He could barely utter a single word.

No, I can't. There's so much I haven't said, so much... I haven't even hugged him yet...

He quickly lost consciousness and became unconscious.

In his dream, he saw the ending of the book.

Wen Jing's company is doing very well, but he has remained in an empty house and has never married.

Wen Siyan was sentenced to 25 years in prison and fined 6.5 million yuan.

Shen Zhuangyue retired from the entertainment industry, found a place in a rural village to retire, and eventually married a town leader. She is living a fairly good life.

Cheng Letian and Shi Chao were tending to the guesthouse and playing games.

The only trace of Song Nian'an's existence is probably that web series and variety show.

Some things are truly inexplicable; they're just mysterious. Perhaps there's some unseen thread connecting them. Fate is something that's hard to explain.

*

When I woke up in the hospital room, I saw the osmanthus tree outside the window, its color appearing even softer under the afternoon sunlight.

I moved around a bit, and there was no particular pain.

He propped himself up on the bed, stretched his legs to the ground, looked in the mirror, and sure enough, he was back.

The person who was lying in the hospital room just a few hours ago has returned to the real world, bringing with them longing.

"You're awake!" a voice suddenly came from the other end.

He turned his head and saw a young female nurse walking towards him.

"You're... kind of scary." He asked as he checked his body to see if there was anything that felt wrong.

Seeing the hospital admission slip with her name printed on her wrist, she paused in her movements.

"Xiao You, 17 years old."