Chapter 2: The Adopted Daughter of a Wealthy Family Leaks Telepathy 2 Let the World Disappear with Me…

Chapter 2: The Adopted Daughter of a Wealthy Family Leaks Her Inner Thoughts 2 – Let the World Vanish with Me...

Fu Dongfeng and Li Yunhui were stunned. The male lead wants to kill her? Could it be that Xiao Yan's misdeeds were coerced by that male lead? Would she be killed if she refused? And earlier, when she told the system she wouldn't follow the plot and would let this world disappear with her—was that true or not? If so, wouldn't they all die soon?

At this point, 001 replied, "It can count as following the plot. Rewards will be automatically issued later. The male lead probably won’t act against you for now because he still needs you to do other things. You're safe for now.

However, this means the plot has deviated. The butterfly effect could be small or catastrophic, and it’s impossible to predict when the world might collapse.

It’s recommended that the host still follow the plot properly. When the tragic death moment comes, the host can fake their death, change their name, and live elsewhere. That way, the world continues to function, the host can complete the task and receive rewards, and then live freely until natural death.

Putting in a year or two of work in each world to enjoy decades afterward—doesn’t that sound great?"

The system nearly overheated before it came up with this loophole: faking death at the plot’s conclusion to steal decades of life, no longer bound by the plot, free to do as one pleased. Quite tempting, wasn’t it?

Xu Ziyan was indeed tempted. But the moment she thought about those malicious plotlines, she refused. "My morals won't allow it. I can’t bring myself to do such morally outrageous things.

Helping a mistress seduce my adoptive father, causing my adoptive parents to divorce; stealing my elder brother’s business secrets; putting my sister in a coma. This is making me simp for Ding Jie and ruin the Fu family. Without any grudges between us, I'd sooner die than do this. I wasn’t even this cruel to my own sexist parents.

Forget it. I’ll live day by day. Might as well enjoy some delicacies I’ve never had before and die a well-fed ghost."

Fu Dongfeng glanced at his watch at the right moment. "It’s getting late. Let’s arrange dinner. No matter what, the family should eat together."

Xu Ziyan understood—one last family meal. Back in her company, farewell meals were common when someone resigned. She just hadn’t expected her adoptive parents, despite being so angry, to still want to eat with her. She thought they wouldn’t even speak to her, given how they’d ignored her all this time.

In the original host’s memories, the Fu family’s chef, Auntie Chen, was an excellent cook. She felt genuine anticipation. "Alright, let’s eat together."

Li Yunhui called for Auntie Chen. "Prepare more of Xiao Yan’s favorites." Then, remembering that Xu Ziyan’s tastes might differ now, she quickly added, "And prepare some of your specialties. Get a few more people to help. Start serving once four dishes are ready, and bring the rest gradually. Quick. Oh, and bring Xiao Yan some afternoon tea first."

After giving instructions, Li Yunhui forced a smile at Xu Ziyan. "You fainted earlier, and Dr. Lin said you need rest. Your father and I will return to our room first. Have some food to replenish your vitamins. Lie down or sit in the garden—whatever helps you recover faster."

Right now, Li Yunhui just wanted a quiet place to sort out her thoughts, so she made an excuse to leave Xu Ziyan. But this suited Xu Ziyan just fine. She didn’t want to sit awkwardly with them either. Getting to explore and admire the super-luxury mansion was perfect.

Xu Ziyan had no psychological burden. Who knew? The whole world might be gone by the time she woke up. No need to put on an act or overthink things. Just do what feels comfortable.

After they returned to their room, Xu Ziyan explored the first floor of the Fu residence. The kitchen was larger than her entire apartment, equipped with all sorts of cooking and baking tools, rivaling the back kitchen of a high-end restaurant.

There were also servants’ quarters, a pet room, a reception room, a tea room, and more. She used to imagine how a mansion could be so big, unable to fathom what all those rooms were for. Now, she was finally seeing it firsthand. Though she’d inherited the original host’s memories, seeing it in person made it feel real—like she’d truly crossed over.

Time was precious. Xu Ziyan walked through the garden to the pool, happily lying on a lounge chair by the water. This was straight out of her favorite TV scenes—so comfortable!

Servants had already placed a fruit platter, cake, cocktails, coffee, juice, and more beside her—an abundance to choose from.

Xu Ziyan popped a grape into her mouth and was amazed. Was this some exclusive variety the wealthy bought? The flavor was so rich! Not that she was uncultured—the fruit she usually bought tasted good too, but nothing compared to the Fu family’s.

She sampled a bit of everything before picking her favorites. Alone and undisturbed, with the system off brooding somewhere, she felt completely at peace.

Just yesterday, she’d been busy with her new apartment’s renovation, company projects, and career advancement. Today, she was lounging by a mansion’s pool in utter comfort. Life was full of surprises.

She couldn’t help feeling that her first twenty-eight years seemed wasted. Life should be about enjoyment—why kill yourself working? In the end, you’d just work yourself to death and take nothing with you. If you can enjoy life, do it!

Meanwhile, Fu Dongfeng and Li Yunhui watched Xu Ziyan from their second-floor room, profoundly troubled. Li Yunhui wept. "What’s going on? How did Xiao Yan get replaced? Where’s our daughter? Was she devoured?"

Fu Dongfeng frowned. "Did we actually have a daughter? She told the system our world is just a book, that everything is just words. Did the original Xiao Yan ever exist? Are we even real?"

"But the past decades felt real to us! We adopted Xiao Yan twenty years ago—that's indisputable. How could she not exist? How could she just vanish?"

Li Yunhui gripped Fu Dongfeng’s hand tightly, staring at him. "Let’s find a master, ask them to help us see, to bring Xiao Yan back!"

Fu Dongfeng patted her back soothingly and sighed. "If word of this gets out, it’ll bring us big trouble. We need to make arrangements first, then inquire about which master is truly capable. And even if we bring Xiao Yan back, what then? Would she still do those harmful things? Could we guide her properly?"

Hearing this, Li Yunhui felt a wave of hopeless despair. They’d truly treated their adopted daughter well and raised her with care. But for some reason, she’d been an excellent actress since childhood, always appearing obedient and sensible in front of them. It was only recently they’d learned how outrageous she’d been behind their backs.

The family had four children—two sons and two daughters—all raised the same way. Why was she the only one like this? Was it because she was the story’s villainess? Were they all doomed to be cannon fodder? What had they done wrong?

Thinking this way, the current Xu Ziyan was just as innocent. From her inner thoughts, her previous life had been hard—cutting ties with her family and struggling on her own until she worked herself to death, only for her soul to be assigned as a villainess. This girl had proper morals, preferring annihilation over wicked deeds. She was pitiable too.

Li Yunhui wiped her tears, her voice softening. "If she doesn’t follow the plot, we might all be gone tomorrow or the day after. There’s no time to find a master."

Fu Dongfeng wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Stay calm. What we heard might not even be real. Maybe there’s a master who can fix this, and we can all live on.

Regardless, let’s stabilize things first. If we’re doomed, we’ll all go together—nothing to fear. As for being cannon fodder, I don’t believe in fate. Since we’ve learned the ending, there must be a way to change it."

A spark of hope ignited in Li Yunhui’s heart. "Right, we can hear her thoughts—that must mean something. There's always a way out. Maybe this is the slim chance fate gave us. Maybe she came to this world to save us. Let’s not lose heart. There must be a way!"

The couple spoke in fragments, jumping from one thought to another—anything to encourage and comfort each other. Once they calmed down, they remembered their heartbroken youngest son and hurried to Fu Qiming’s room to console him.

After much discussion, the three deduced that the "male lead" was Ding Jie. The Ding and Fu families were archnemeses—opponents in politics during their elders’ time, and now in business during Fu Dongfeng’s generation. Ding Jie, an illegitimate son, might be trying to topple the Fu family to gain capital and secure his claim as the Ding heir.

Meanwhile, Xu Ziyan, the "villainess," had feelings for Ding Jie and no love for her adoptive family. Manipulated by him, she harmed them all. Their first priority was to figure out what else Xu Ziyan had done besides acquiring Fu Qiming’s game—had she targeted anyone else in the family?

Most importantly, they needed to keep up appearances and never let Xu Ziyan discover they could hear her thoughts. Otherwise, they’d lose all access to the plot.

Fu Qiming suddenly realized, "To stop the world from collapsing, we have to help her follow the plot. Does that mean telling her to give my game to Ding Jie?"

Fu Dongfeng said, "To stabilize the situation, we have no choice. Follow the plot for now to buy time and figure things out."

Fu Qiming was furious enough to swear, to confront Xu Ziyan. But he wasn’t a child anymore. He knew what could and couldn’t be done. Precisely because he knew, he had to act in front of Xu Ziyan—play it by ear, no matter how humiliating.

Dinner was prepared quickly. Before long, a servant came to call them.

The meal was just the four of them. Xu Ziyan remembered: the tyrannical eldest brother, Fu Qixuan, was abroad negotiating a deal, while the cold elder sister, Fu Yazhen, and her husband, Zheng Wenbo, were on a second honeymoon. They couldn’t make it to this farewell dinner. But Xu Ziyan, having just crossed over, wasn’t close to them anyway. It was better not to meet—she figured they wouldn't want to see her anyway.

Xu Ziyan looked at Fu Qiming. "The contract? Let's get the contract signed first, so you can relax."

Fu Qiming lowered his head, irritated. "No need. Let’s just eat!"

Li Yunhui quickly mediated. "Let’s eat first. We’ll talk afterward. These are all Auntie Chen’s specialties—have more."

Since they weren’t in a hurry, Xu Ziyan didn’t hold back. She took a bite, savoring it carefully, and her eyes lit up. "Delicious! 001, this is amazing—better than the meal I had when negotiating that big deal with my boss!"

001: "Host, if you complete the tasks properly and live longer, you can eat all sorts of delicacies."

"No need. Having this meal before death is enough. I’m not greedy." Xu Ziyan replied breezily, then tried a few more dishes, her eyes closing in bliss.

The three Fu family members felt complicated. They never expected this Xu Ziyan to be so easily satisfied and so positive. Maybe because she'd died once, she saw things clearly—unable to commit evil deeds, she simply enjoyed every moment of being alive. None of them had her mindset.

Then Fu Qiming had a revelation. What was one game? If giving it to Ding Jie bought them time to survive and strategize, then so be it. He could make his first game—he could make a second, a third. No loss.

As long as he lived, he’d settle accounts with Ding Jie eventually. Even if the world collapsed, they'd all perish together. What was there to fear?

So Fu Qiming said cheerfully, "No need to return the game. Do whatever you want with it."

"Huh? Why?" Xu Ziyan widened her eyes in shock. [What’s going on? He cared so much about that game, and now he’s just giving it up?]

Fu Qiming made up an excuse. "Call it payment for your honesty. It’s yours. Right now, I just want to investigate Li Dong’s matter. The rest doesn’t matter."

Xu Ziyan understood, "It seems the incident with his good friend really messed him up, to the point where he doesn't even care about his hard work anymore."

Out of habit from social events, she raised her glass with a smile and said, "Well then, thank you. Here's to you."

Then she mentally called out to 001, "System, system, does this mean the game is mine now? Did I just get this for free? What a steal! Quickly check how much this game is worth and help me find a good buyer to sell it to."

Fu Qiming was ready to explode. He had barely convinced himself to help advance the plot, and now she was solely focused on making money from the game, with no intention of giving it to Ding Jie at all. If the plot didn't proceed, the world would collapse—what use was all that money?

001 echoed the same concern: "Host, you now officially own this game. You can rightfully use it to advance the plot for the male lead."

Xu Ziyan refused without hesitation, "My annoying little brother and Ding Jie are sworn enemies. Ding Jie wants to take advantage of this to strike at the Fu family—how could I do something so immoral? Look at how well the Fu family has treated me, preparing all this delicious food, and even my hot-headed brother is gifting me the game. They've been so good to me—I can't let Ding Jie succeed."

001: "But if the plot deviates, the world might collapse."

"Let it collapse then. Either this plot point collapses, or the next one does. I can't seriously follow every plot point, like turning Fu Yazhen into a vegetable or something, right? We're all just side characters doomed to die—why make the Fu family suffer before death? Just for letting me enjoy the luxuries of a wealthy family, I should at least let them go out in comfort."

Xu Ziyan had her own logic—clear, firm, and completely unburdened as she happily ate her meal.

The three members of the Fu family: "..."

They weren't exactly eager to die yet. Losing a game or something wasn't the end of the world, but don't give up so quickly! But how could they say that? They couldn't exactly urge Xu Ziyan to hand the game to Ding Jie and collaborate with him, could they?

Just as the three were scrambling for something to say, a servant led someone in. "Sir, Madam, Mr. Li Dong is here."