270: Chapter 270 That "A-Wu" is not himself at all.

Guo Guo's voice pulled Tang Ruan out of her memories.

The little one stomped her feet anxiously, "Didn't you say we could eat once Dad Yan Qing and the others returned!"

Tang Ruan followed Guo Guo's voice and looked to the side.

She saw Fentian, Lang Lie, and Yan Qing walking toward them at the same time.

For a moment, she felt dazed.

Who exactly was she?

At the dining table, Tang Ruan was still analyzing what she had just recalled.

If she estimated based on the timeline, she must have been washed into the extinct volcano connecting Dongdong Valley to the sea after escaping the Jiao Clan.

So—did the original owner die at that time?

Was that how her soul was able to transmigrate into "her" body...

But why didn't she have any memories of the original owner's death?

In novels, didn't the protagonist always know how the original owner died when they transmigrated?

No matter how hard Tang Ruan tried to think, she couldn't remember, but she suddenly realized—

She had only met Lang Lie, Hu Che, and Yan Qing after she had transmigrated.

While Fentian and Heng Zhou had fallen in love with "her" a long time ago.

So they—were they not actually in love with her?

At the thought of this, Tang Ruan felt a sudden sharp pain in her chest, as if her heart had been ripped out.

If they knew that she was no longer the original "her," what would they do?

Why had she never thought about this question before?

Even when she first met Fentian and he called her "A-Wu," she had only felt that it was the past her, not the current her.

She had never thought that "A-Wu" was not herself at all.

The intimacy she felt toward Guo Guo was also something she had never experienced before, and she had never felt that Guo Guo was a daughter born to "someone else."

Why was it like this?

Could it be because the original owner's memories had completely merged with her own?

"Tang Ruan, what's wrong?"

"A-Wu!"

"Ruan Ruan?"

"Mistress!"

...

Heng Zhou grabbed her shoulders abruptly.

Tang Ruan snapped back to reality and met Heng Zhou's icy purple eyes.

She turned her head and saw that everyone was looking at her anxiously.

Her gaze landed on Fentian's face—

She felt that he looked like he was about to jump over the table in the next second.

His terrifying blood-red pupils seemed so adorable in her eyes...

She suddenly smiled.

Even if she wasn't the real "A-Wu," could she "steal" their love?

Because the real A-Wu couldn't come back, and she couldn't let go of them anymore...

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about how to make a dish. I couldn't remember it, so I got a bit distracted." Tang Ruan made up an excuse.

She picked up a skewer and teased Xiao Yi, who was flying beside her.

"Xiao Yi, as long as you hatch, you'll be able to eat so many delicious things!"

Xiao Yi: ...

Hatching Plan 3.0 still ended in failure.

But the delicious food on the table captivated the stomachs of everyone except Xiao Yi.

Hu Che was eager to try, "Mistress, Mistress, I want to learn how to make these so I can make them for you every day."

"The Beast King Palace has cooks, and I already knew how to make these," Yan Qing said proudly.

Hu Che glanced at him sideways and exaggeratedly mimicked Yan Qing's words, "I already knew how to make these~~~ What will you do when the Mistress goes to live in Red Fox City? Are you going to come and cook for us every day?"

Yan Qing, who was lowering his head to drink water, raised his head and cast a faint glance at Hu Che with his emerald eyes.

Hu Che immediately stopped talking.

In the entire Beast Kingdom, he was the only city lord who dared to let the Beast King be his cook.

"I want to learn," Lang Lie said.

Heng Zhou: "I'm not good at it, but I can try."

Fentian suddenly stood up, nearly flipping the table, "A-Wu, teach me!"

Tang Ruan was startled.

"You sit down first..."

She felt that Fentian should probably forget about it... he was better suited for hunting.

Making these wasn't as simple and straightforward as roasting meat.

If she let him do it... wouldn't he blow up the kitchen?

But she didn't want to dampen his enthusiasm, so she said to everyone, "If you all want to learn, I'll teach you another day."

"The cooks at the Beast King Palace know how to do it, don't trouble Ruan Ruan," Yan Qing said.

He knew that for beastmen who couldn't use their Supernatural Ability, cooking was actually physically demanding work.

He didn't want Ruan Ruan to be too tired.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

But his gaze fell on a dish of pineapple stir-fried meat on the table, and he frowned slightly.

He didn't know how to make this dish; he had never eaten it before.

Tang Ruan saw it and said proudly, "This is pineapple stir-fried meat! I only discovered today that the Beast World... uh... the Beast Kingdom actually has pineapples. So I made this."

Yan Qing: "How do you make it?"

Tang Ruan recalled it and felt the process was a bit complicated.

She took the parchment scroll out of her space and looked at it again.

When she was recalling the recipe for this dish, she had written down the steps.

Suddenly, she realized that everyone's gaze had fallen on the parchment scroll in her hand...

Yan Qing and Hu Che had seen her write before.

But they believed that it was a special skill that only a Holy Maiden would have.

Lang Lie hadn't seen it, but he should have heard of it.

Then Fentian and Heng Zhou...

She silently put the parchment scroll away. Had they discovered—that she was no longer the original "A-Wu"...

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Late at night, Tang Ruan watched the moonlight hitting the inside of the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Heng Zhou's hand resting on her waist made her extremely nervous.

The original A-Wu probably wouldn't know how to write, right?

Why didn't Fentian and Heng Zhou ask her?

"Can't sleep?"

Heng Zhou's voice suddenly sounded behind her ear.

Tang Ruan's whole body immediately tensed up.

"Mm."

"Did you remember something from the past?" he guessed.

Tang Ruan's eyes widened abruptly: What did he mean by that?

Was he testing her?

She heard the sound of Heng Zhou sitting up; he sat by her side, his fingers gently stroking her hair.

"It's all in the past... don't be afraid..."

Tang Ruan: ???

Tang Ruan rolled her eyes, turned around, and looked at Heng Zhou.

He was also looking down at her.

"Brother, how did you know I remembered things from the past?"

Heng Zhou's icy purple eyes gazed deeply at her in the night.

Just when Tang Ruan thought he was going to pry into her thoughts.

Heng Zhou suddenly let out a "pfft" and laughed.

"When you were little, you hated writing the most."

Tang Ruan sat up abruptly.

"I knew how to write before too?"

Heng Zhou shook his head gently, recalling the days when she would rather be beaten than follow the Beast God to learn how to write.

He had thought that she was feeling so down because she had remembered that memory.

The shock in Tang Ruan's heart was like a raging sea.

The Beast World had actually had a writing system once, and it was identical to the writing of her original world, her original country!

Otherwise, Heng Zhou couldn't have recognized it at a glance.

Why was this?

She scooted over to Heng Zhou's side and grabbed his arm.

Trying hard to calm her emotions, she tried to make herself look less shocked.

She pursed her lips and acted coquettishly, "Brother, I have remembered many things from the past recently, but I can't remember them clearly. Can you tell me about the past?"

There were two parts of her memory missing now.

First, how "she" actually died.

Second, the memories before her Beast Form evolution failed and her consciousness became chaotic. Of this part of her memories, she had only recalled the parts related to her relationship with Fentian and Heng Zhou.

But she had absolutely no impression of the Beast God at that time.

Heng Zhou nodded and pulled her into his arms.

"Okay. But if you don't want to listen anymore, you can tell me to stop at any time."