Clack, clack, clack.
A violet-haired woman, holding a crimson oil-paper umbrella, walked alone along the street. She suddenly raised her eyes to peer at the inexplicably gloomy sky.
"...Is it going to rain?"
She let out a cold, yet melodious sigh, then shifted her gaze back. Her purple eyes were icy, appearing utterly devoid of any worldly emotion.
"Wait! I finally found you!"
Just then, a small, graceful figure came rushing from the other side of the street, shouting out in relief. Hearing the familiar voice, the violet-haired woman turned her head to see a young girl who had already reached her side, bent over and panting heavily. A touch of softness finally flickered in the woman's originally cold eyes.
"Little Qian, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
The woman's inquiry was full of concern, but upon hearing it, the girl straightened up like a cat with its fur standing on end, appearing even more annoyed.
"What's wrong? You're asking me what's wrong! Sister Acheron, can you please give me a heads-up next time before you leave? Your mysterious disappearances are terrifying, okay! And you clearly can't remember the way, so why do you always wander off? It's exhausted me, looking for you everywhere! Do you understand?"
The woman named Acheron simply watched her quietly, listening with infinite patience. The young girl looked at Acheron's face—as cold and incomparably beautiful as ever—and suddenly felt her energy to complain simply evaporate.
"Hmph!"
Seeing the girl's pouting expression, Acheron gave a faint smile. "I'm sorry. It's been hard on you, Little Qian."
Even though the girl was used to it, her cheeks couldn't help but flush at the sight of that smile. After all, the woman's beauty and figure were simply top-tier. Her face was like a meticulously carved work of art—aloof and exquisite, like a celestial being who didn't belong to the mortal world.
The high bridge of her nose, the slight upward tilt of her eyes, and those cherry-red lips all exuded a unique charm. Her figure was curvaceous, with a slender waist and long legs forming perfect proportions. Every curve was just right, neither too ostentatious nor failing to showcase a feminine grace and sensuality. Those full peaks were even more eye-catching, like two towering mountain peaks standing proudly; they rose and fell gently with her breathing, emitting a subtle, alluring aura.
To avoid embarrassment, the girl hurried to look away, letting out a few awkward coughs.
"Ahem... forget it, since you're the 'Eldest Young Lady.' Let's hurry back, otherwise Uncle and the others will worry."
"Mhm."
Acheron nodded, said no more, and silently followed the girl's pace. The other party seemed long accustomed to her silent nature.
Yes, she was this woman named Acheron. Unsurprisingly, she was a "noble" transmigrator, and this was already her third life. In her first life, she was an ordinary person who couldn't have been more unremarkable. Then, following an act of bravery, she began her second life.
In that second life, she thought she could live a life of power and success like other protagonists, but reality remained mundane—she was what many call a "corporate slave." Now, having unexpectedly started a third life, "he"—or rather, "she"—had chosen to completely lie flat.
None of these lives had placed her in a world of magic or cultivation; they were all ordinary worlds similar to the first. It served as proof that reincarnation is a skill. After being an orphan in her first two lives, she finally had parents in this one. While she wasn't exactly looking down on the rest of the world, her circumstances were at least enough to allow her to lie flat for a lifetime.
As for the fact that after being single for several lifetimes, she had suddenly become a cold, beautiful, and busty older sister figure...
Heh! One can only say it doesn't matter... it's really not a big deal... Who's crying? I'm not sad at all... At least I finally got my hands on... That's right, in summary, it's not a loss! ╥﹏╥
Anyway, in this life, instead of continuing to struggle, it was better to honestly live off her parents and enjoy the happiness of being a "rich second-generation" kid. The dignity of a transmigrator had been lost in her previous life, so she didn't care about this one. While she wouldn't say she was "rotting away," she at least wanted to enjoy life properly. If there was a fourth life later, she might consider striving again.
Of course, who can say for sure what the future holds?
"...By the way, Sister Acheron, Uncle called just now and told me to tell you to be mentally prepared. It seems there's something important he needs to tell you when you get home."
On the way back, the girl suddenly looked at Acheron and spoke solemnly. But seeing that "celestial" expression, she felt that speaking was useless—a waste of breath.
"Ah! Really, Sister Acheron, do you have to be so calm? I heard Uncle's tone; it seemed very serious!"
Looking at the beauty who remained unmoved, she could only shake her head helplessly. "Sigh, that's true. If you weren't this cold, you wouldn't be you."
"Thank you for your concern."
This girl was named Song Qianqian, one of the few people Acheron was familiar with besides her parents. Thus, Acheron expressed her gratitude seriously.
It wasn't that Acheron was naturally cold. For one, having parents in this life fulfilled her past regrets regarding family affection, so she wasn't truly worried. Secondly, whether it was because she had become a girl or because "Granny Meng's Soup" had been diluted with too much water, Acheron's memories of her past lives had suffered severe loss.
In this life, besides her physical fitness being exceptionally high, her other neural sensations had become increasingly dull, especially regarding emotional matters. Right after transmigrating, except for the fact that she seemed to call herself "Acheron," she felt no discomfort. By the time she became the "iceberg beauty" she was now, she lacked much self-awareness—even her habit of carrying the red umbrella was just something she had naturally developed.
Finally, Little Qian and Acheron returned to the family villa in silence. From the look of the residence, Acheron's current life was vastly superior to her previous ones.
"The person has been delivered, so I'll head out now."
"Not staying over today?" Acheron asked. Little Qian had been staying over frequently for the past month, and the villa had plenty of room.
Song Qianqian showed a helpless expression. "I can't. Did you for... no, you probably really did forget! Ahem, school starts in a few days. I need to go back to the dorm early to pack and clean up. Remember to miss me!"
With a playful wink, Little Qian waved goodbye.
"Mhm."
Acheron nodded slightly and showed a faint smile, which caused the girl to look back in a daze, nearly walking into a wall.
After entering the house and seeing that her parents weren't in the living room, Acheron planned to go upstairs to put her umbrella away.
With a creak, the door slowly opened. What met her eyes was one man and two women. Two of the figures were her mom and dad—but as for the other young girl, Acheron had no impression of her at all.
"What are you all... doing in my room?"