AMRWFA -Chapter 399 Plot Controller

“You wanted to call the police, right? In a sense, I am the police.”

“You?” Qiao Hong looked Ruan Yaoyao up and down—the delicate long dress, the bow-tied shoes, the image of a pampered, refined housewife. She simply couldn’t connect her with anyone in uniform.

“What, don’t I look like it?”

“Nope!”

“That’s fine. As long as I can solve your problem, that’s enough. Your name is Qiao Hong, you’re this year…” Ruan Yaoyao glanced at the “profile page” above Qiao Hong’s head and recited the information Qiao Hong believed to be true.

But aside from what Qiao Hong thought, Ruan Yaoyao also saw something else in her physiognomy—exactly what Zhang Hui had mentioned.

“You’re an orphan. You met your boyfriend on your way home. He was feeding stray cats, sunlight falling across his face, making you feel like you were seeing the male lead of a story…”

“He noticed you too, smiled, and asked if you wanted to pet the cat, saying Ah Ju was very well-behaved.”

“You walked over…”

【But what you don’t know is—none of that is real.】

【Heh!】

【What ‘beautiful first encounter’? That’s just a scene you once read in an online novel, then processed and reconstructed in your mind.】

【In reality, your first meeting with Li Xuxian started when he stalked you—and you called the police.】

Qiao Hong’s pupils dilated. She felt as though she’d just heard something utterly absurd.

Ruan Yaoyao noticed that besides her reaction, Ruan Zhihe beside her had her ears perked up, listening intently like she’d just stumbled upon juicy gossip, while Zhang Hui looked much more normal—confused about why Ruan Yaoyao was “lying,” but holding back, assuming there must be a reason.

Right—that was the normal reaction.

So why were Qiao Hong and Ruan Zhihe reacting so… strangely?

Without revealing anything, Ruan Yaoyao continued multitasking.

“He’s a good, gentle man. Even the shirt he wears carries the scent of sunshine and laundry detergent, always making you feel warm inside.”

【Of course it does. You’re the one washing those clothes—changing them every day. How could they not be clean?】

“When it rains, he brings you an umbrella.”

【Yeah, an umbrella you brought yourself—twisted by the plot into something he ‘gave’ you.】

【Heh! Didn’t you notice the initials on it? It’s a custom birthday gift your best friend Zhang Hui made for you.】

“After work, when you’re too tired to move, he cooks for you—sweet and sour ribs.”

【You may not want to move, but the plot makes you move anyway. So you obediently cooked three dishes and a soup, served him like a king, and somehow it became his ‘effort’ in your memory.】

“When he uses the bathroom, he remembers to lift the toilet seat, considerate of you as a girl.”

【In reality, you’re the one lifting it. Cleaning it every day so it stays fresh. Otherwise it would’ve been soaked with his urine long ago…】

【Tch.】

【Other people’s aim is a neat arc—his is a full-blown sprinkler. Who knows how he even satisfies you in bed.】

Qiao Hong and Ruan Zhihe both shuddered in disgust.

A slight smile curved Ruan Yaoyao’s lips, her mischievous side thoroughly satisfied.

Hmph. Serves you right for eavesdropping on my thoughts.

I knew something felt off—but I couldn’t pinpoint it.

Now I’ve figured it out.

A hint of amusement flickered in her eyes. She stopped paying attention to Ruan Zhihe and focused entirely on Qiao Hong.

After all, this girl—controlled by the novel “In the Name of Love”—was the real victim. Back then, she had been the one who most needed saving.

“Your life with him is so beautiful that every time you think about it, your heart feels as sweet as if it’s been dipped in honey.”

【Of course—whatever kind of boyfriend you imagine, you get.】

【As for the real you, controlled by the plot, you’re just like a puppet on strings—constantly ‘losing your memory.’】

【If your parents ever regained their memories and saw you like this… I wonder how they’d feel.】

Her parents?!

Qiao Hong, who believed herself to be an orphan, froze completely.

Ruan Yaoyao watched her reaction and continued silently:

【Sigh… they’d probably be heartbroken.】

【Maybe it’s better you can’t remember right now. At least they won’t have to see their daughter living like this.】

【Deceiving yourself… and ending up with a stalker.】

【If I had more time, I’d really like to see just how miserable your future with that man would be…】

As soon as that thought crossed her mind, Qiao Hong swayed as if about to collapse.

Ruan Zhihe, who had been relaxed from all the gossip, finally snapped back to attention. She quickly stepped forward, blocking Ruan Yaoyao’s line of sight and supporting Qiao Hong.

“What’s wrong? Low blood sugar? You can’t faint—we didn’t do anything to you…”

Then she called out, “Aunt Xu, could you go buy some sugar?”

Ruan Yaoyao glanced at the nearby shop and nodded. “Alright. Hold onto her.”

She grabbed her bag and left.

Gotta leave some room for ‘maneuvering,’ right?

Zhang Hui didn’t think much of it. Her best friend really did have low blood sugar, and she genuinely believed that was the issue—she usually carried candy, just not today.

She rushed over anxiously. “Honghong, did you bring any sugar with you?”

As she spoke, she began rummaging through Qiao Hong’s bag.

Ruan Zhihe grabbed her wrist. “Don’t move. Go find Aunt Xu and buy some sugar with her—get a few pieces. I want some too.”

Zhang Hui didn’t understand why, but before she could question it, Qiao Hong weakly said, “I’m fine. Listen to her—go buy the sugar.”

“You didn’t bring any?”

“I didn’t.”

…

By the time Zhang Hui reached the shop, Ruan Yaoyao was still leisurely browsing.

It was such a tiny shop—what was there to browse?

Zhang Hui was annoyed. “Aunt Xu, I asked you to buy sugar—why are you taking so long?”

She turned to the shopkeeper and asked urgently for sugar, explaining her friend had low blood sugar.

The shopkeeper pointed. “Over there—there’s chocolate.”

Zhang Hui hurried over.

Ruan Yaoyao didn’t get angry at the complaint. She slowly followed behind and said, “Oh, so low blood sugar needs chocolate? I thought it needed plain sugar. I couldn’t find any after searching for so long…”

Zhang Hui was speechless.

Who says you can only eat plain sugar for low blood sugar?

Isn’t chocolate sugar too?

Ruan Yaoyao blinked, not explaining, trailing behind Zhang Hui “naively,” even complaining that her feet hurt and asking her to walk slower.

Zhang Hui was furious.

A short distance had been dragged out into a delay of one or two extra minutes thanks to Ruan Yaoyao’s antics.

“This is chocolate.”

Qiao Hong took it and quietly ate. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at Ruan Yaoyao, trying to hide something—but the shock and confusion on her face still lingered.

Ruan Yaoyao carefully observed those subtle changes.

For instance, Qiao Hong was curious about her—but also afraid to look directly.

Ruan Zhihe looked like she had just completed some major task and was relieved.

So really—how blind would she have to be to miss something this obvious?

Well… before reaching the Golden Core stage, she had been that blind.

If not for the enhancement of her senses after reaching that stage—and her deliberate effort to train them—she might have missed it.

Ruan Yaoyao had a vague feeling: she couldn’t say anything.

She couldn’t let them know that she knew. And they couldn’t let her know that they knew she knew.

Otherwise, something very bad might happen.

She didn’t know what—but after everything strange that had happened since her awakening, she chose to trust her instincts.

In that case…

“Feeling better now?” Ruan Yaoyao looked at Qiao Hong, who had finished the chocolate and seemed to have recovered.

Qiao Hong nodded. “Much better. Thank you… If it weren’t for you, I might’ve really ended up in a terrible situation.”