Chapter 14: The Fourteenth Day of Transmigration – You’re So Noisy

He Chen walked toward the parking area while pressing the answer button.

For some reason, a strange feeling surged in his heart.

He still remembered what Yun Shuning had said to him that day at the hospital—she didn’t want him to appear before her again.

But today, why did she take the initiative to contact him?

Did something happen?

“He Chen.”

He had never heard Yun Shuning speak like this before. Even when she learned the truth about her uncle’s disappearance, her voice wasn’t this… empty and hollow.

It was as if it drifted in from another world.

“What’s wrong?” He gripped his phone tightly, his voice full of anxiety. “Where are you? I’ll come to you right now.”

“No need.” Yun Shuning sounded like a child just learning to speak, her speech slow. “Do you know what He Yan likes?”

Uncle again. For some reason, that was the first thought that surfaced in his mind. It seemed like every time she interacted or talked with him, it was never without that topic.

Yun Shuning held the phone, listening intently to the sounds from the other end. She couldn’t afford to miss a single word this time.

“I… I know.” The voice on the phone carried a trace of confusion. “But Miss Yun, why are you suddenly asking this today?”

“I just suddenly realized that the He Yan I remember is very different from the one others remember.” She blinked, her voice becoming more nostalgic.

There was a moment of silence on the other end before he slowly began to speak about He Yan’s preferences.

Most of it didn’t differ much from what the original novel had described, but He Chen’s version was more detailed.

He Yan liked dark-colored clothes. His outfits were all custom-made. He was especially picky—whether toward people, matters, or things…

Yun Shuning listened seriously. He Yan’s image slowly became clearer before her eyes—gaining flesh and blood, becoming real.

“Thank you.”

After finishing, He Chen hesitated as he heard her voice again, laced with some confusion: “Miss Yun, are you okay?”

He couldn’t be blamed for suspecting. When she spoke just now, though she sounded normal, he could still sense that she seemed to have lost all attachment to this world.

“I’m okay.” Yun Shuning smiled, her voice soft. “Just a bit tired. I want to sleep.”

“Then rest well.”

After hanging up, He Chen, still worried, made a call to Assistant Wang.

After Yun Shuning ended the call, the sorrow and pain that had lingered around her instantly vanished.

Today, she finally resolved the thing she had been worrying about. From now on, she could do things freely.

But, as someone who had just learned all this, she still needed to act out one final scene.

If the Yun Shuning who deeply loved He Yan discovered that He Yan had been making concessions behind the scenes all along, what would she do?

Yun Shuning closed her eyes and immersed herself into the role.

If she were her, she would fall into despair, regret everything, and want to remain asleep, unwilling to face the waking world.

She opened her eyes, a trace of helplessness in them.

She was about to start ruining the body she had just nursed back to health again.

…

“President He.” After Assistant Wang finished reporting all the work, he stood hesitantly, not sure whether to speak.

Yesterday afternoon, President He suddenly called him, instructing him to have someone closely monitor Yun Shuning’s movements.

He Chen looked up, his expression cold. “Is there something else?”

“Miss Yun Shuning has stayed home for the past two days and hasn’t gone out.” He stood straight, deciding to report everything. “But based on our investigation, since yesterday afternoon, there’s been almost no electricity use in her apartment. She didn’t even turn on the lights at night.”

It had only been a day—nothing too strange yet. He had planned to wait a few more days before reporting to President He if the situation remained the same.

But from years of experience working beside President He, he knew—this needed to be reported today.

As soon as he finished speaking, He Chen frowned and stood up, his voice carrying a subtle anger: “Why didn’t you report earlier?”

“Forget it.” He casually grabbed the coat on the back of the chair. “I’m heading out now. Push this afternoon’s schedule to tomorrow.”

“…Yes.” Assistant Wang responded blankly. Why was President He so concerned about Yun Shuning?

Didn’t he have a girlfriend? And wasn’t Yun Shuning… his aunt by marriage?

Did he know something he shouldn’t?

On the other side, in Yu Cheng’s office, Secretary Ming had a face full of joyful tears.

Yu Cheng had come to the company more than four times this week. It was basically a miracle!

“If you keep looking at me like that, you can forget your bonus this month,” Yu Cheng said, feeling goosebumps from the sticky gaze.

As he flipped through the documents Secretary Ming handed him, he casually asked, “How’s the person I asked you to keep an eye on recently?”

“Keep an eye on…?” A huge question mark appeared on Secretary Ming’s face. When did this happen? He had no memory of it.

“You mean… Miss Yun?” he asked cautiously, looking at Yu Cheng.

“Mm.” Yu Cheng grunted in affirmation, fluidly signing his name without pause.

“Miss Yun has been at home since she returned yesterday afternoon and hasn’t come out at all,” Secretary Ming said with a hint of relief in his voice. Thankfully, after being a secretary for so many years, he was in the habit of thoroughly following through with the president’s instructions. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to answer Mr. Yu’s question today.

“She hasn’t moved at all?” Yu Cheng’s hand froze unconsciously.

“Is something wrong?” Secretary Ming asked, looking puzzled.

“No, you can go now,” Yu Cheng waved him off without even lifting his head.

At the doorway, Secretary Ming glanced back at him: The president working this seriously—has he been possessed or something?

Once he left, Yu Cheng closed the file in front of him with an irritated expression.

Forget it—he’d just go out to get some air.

Thinking this, he pulled down the coat hanging on the back of his chair and strode out of the office.

Secretary Ming, who was walking back to his desk, saw Yu Cheng pass right by him—headed straight for the elevator.

Yep, this is the real President Yu.

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“Why are you here too?” Yu Cheng asked as he arrived in front of Yun Shuning’s apartment after signing in downstairs.

He hadn’t expected to see He Chen standing tensely by the door as soon as he got off the elevator.

He Chen’s eyes flickered with a trace of surprise when he saw him, but anxiety had completely overtaken his mood.

“I’ve been knocking on the door for a long time, but there’s no response.”

“I also called Miss Yun several times—she didn’t answer any of them…”

“Maybe when she saw who was calling, she felt unlucky or something.”

He Chen was momentarily choked by his words. He took a deep breath and continued seriously, “From yesterday afternoon until now—it’s already four in the afternoon—the electricity usage in this apartment has remained at an extremely low level. You should know what that means.”

Aside from the appliances that were always plugged in, there had been no other electricity use in the apartment.

“She called me yesterday, and her tone was really off.”

Hearing this, the casual look on Yu Cheng’s face vanished completely—he too remembered Yun Shuning’s unusual behavior yesterday.

“Try calling her again, see if she answers.”

He instinctively reached into his pocket, but halfway through, he suddenly remembered—he didn’t even have Yun Shuning’s number.

“Forget the call.” He naturally moved his hand from his pocket to his sleeve and straightened it. “In a situation like this, being direct and forceful is probably better.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he kicked the door hard.

“Yun Shuning, if you don’t come out, I’m going to break your door down!”

“He Yu Cheng, you—”

“You got a better idea?” he said, kicking again.

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Still in her dreams, Yun Shuning was being jolted by the repeated banging sounds. So noisy… Who’s being so inconsiderate?

To conserve energy, she had slept from last night until now.

She had expected that it would take at least two days for someone to notice something was off. If no one noticed, the third day was when she’d be due at He Yan’s villa anyway.

If she was still unresponsive by then, someone would definitely come looking for her. So by her calculations, everything was perfectly planned.

She picked up her phone and checked the time—it had only been a little more than a day. And someone’s already here?

The noise outside the door grew louder. She sighed and got out of bed.

The curtains were drawn tightly; not a single ray of light entered the room. She fumbled around and turned on the bedside lamp.

The moment she stood up, she felt her legs go weak. Going an entire day and night without eating had taken its toll, but it was still manageable.

Back in her past life in the entertainment industry, she once had to play a role that required her to be extremely thin. To meet the director’s demands, she starved herself for four or five days, only drinking water and eating a tiny bit of food—yet she managed to endure it.

Although, in the end, that role’s scenes were cut because the character clashed with the female lead’s setup.

As she thought about this, she slowly made her way to the door and opened it.

“I say we just call a locksmith. And if that doesn’t work, we call the police.” After kicking the door for ten minutes, Yu Cheng had completely lost his temper.

He Chen was just about to speak when he saw the tightly shut door slowly creak open.

“You two are so noisy.”

A weak voice gently drifted into their ears.