MGASC -Chapter 240 Finale – Qiao Qiao and Tianyue in a Parallel World

In the hospital, as Lin Tianyue was pushed inside, the emergency room doors closed and the lights turned on.

Zhang Qiao sat down on a chair, panting, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on the direction of the ER.

It was the first time since entering this story world that she felt so helpless.

Earlier, in the ambulance, Lin Tianyue had been semi-conscious, gripping her hand tightly.

Until he was pushed inside, Zhang Qiao could still feel the lingering warmth of his hand in hers, and her heart went completely empty.

It was that person from yesterday!

When Lin Tianyue had pushed her away, turning her around, she had glimpsed through the fleeting car window those very eyes.

The same sneaky eyes that had been watching her from downstairs yesterday.

So, the dangerous incident just now… was actually a deliberate act of revenge!

Her heart twisted painfully, and Zhang Qiao felt both regret and self-blame.

Why had her guard been so weak? She had noticed something yesterday but hadn’t investigated further.

If she had been more cautious, would none of this have happened today?

Time dragged on, each second a torment.

Su Yin arrived, then Lin Xun, Lin Ran, Lin Jin, and later Chen Gang and Yingzi.

Everyone tried to comfort her, but Zhang Qiao couldn’t say a word.

The happiness she thought she had yesterday—could it have been just a dream? Or had her journey through this story world altered even Lin Tianyue’s life trajectory and ending?

Everything before her felt like a fleeting dream; she dared not think further.

She didn’t know how long she waited until the ER lights went off.

Zhang Qiao rushed over the moment they did. When the doctor came out and removed his mask, she grabbed his arm tightly, her fingers wishing they could sink into his flesh.

Her eyes were red like a rabbit’s, trembling uncontrollably.

“Doctor… Tianyue…”

“Don’t worry. The resuscitation was very successful. It’s all external injuries. Just a mild concussion. He’ll be fine once he wakes up.”

Tears streamed down Zhang Qiao’s face. At that moment, she actually believed that there must be a deity in the world.

No—wait…

She had forgotten, Lin Tianyue had the “male lead halo.” He wouldn’t die!

She laughed and cried at the same time, realizing for the first time just how important this man was in her heart.

Lin Tianyue was absolutely her true love; not a trace of pretense could be mixed in.

All that remained was to wait—for the man she loved to wake up.

Wait for spring, wait for flowers to bloom, wait for all the world’s beauty to bear the best fruit.

From afternoon to evening, Zhang Qiao stayed by Lin Tianyue’s side.

Perhaps because her nerves had been taut for too long, when she finally relaxed, she dozed off leaning against his bedside.

She and Lin Tianyue had the same dream.

The dream felt so real that one could not tell if it was reality or illusion.

Lin Tianyue, in another world, saw another version of himself.

He was still Lin Tianyue, but not the pitiable, abandoned boy he had been. Instead, he grew up in a wealthy, noble family, born with a golden key in his mouth, and life had always gone smoothly. Not only were his parents loving and attentive, but his grandparents, both maternal and paternal, treated him as a treasure.

Graduating from a prestigious school, becoming a CEO, he was the rightful heir to the family fortune. With his exceptional looks, countless socialites pursued him.

But strict family rules and a late awakening left this young master still without a girlfriend. He did have a crush, though: a Douyin (TikTok) streamer he had admired for a long time. Her ID was interesting: “Call Me Douyin’s Number One Pretty Girl—Zhang Qiao.”

Zhang Qiao had over a million followers on Douyin, but when Lin Tianyue first saw her, she had less than a thousand.

He was one in that thousand.

Was she particularly beautiful? Not really.

Especially without makeup, she was quite ordinary. Yet among countless online beauties, he remembered her.

Perhaps it was because of her confidence in every gesture, the way she seemed to sparkle.

When he first followed her, she had just started learning makeup. Her technique was raw, the makeup heavy, and the comments were not always kind—some said she was ugly, others criticized her for wasting money on makeup instead of plastic surgery, or cruelly joked she should be “reborn” from her mother’s womb.

But no matter how harsh the words, Zhang Qiao smiled them off, never discouraged, posting daily. When called a “funny girl,” she embraced it, recreating the looks as part of her practice. Her skills visibly improved, her recreations were so good they even trended.

Soon, the confident, self-aware girl gained more fans, her makeup skills matured, and her style improved.

Once his private little star, now she was truly shining day by day.

During a mid-year promotion, the beauty department had to select several influencers to collaborate for livestreaming. Lin Tianyue immediately chose Zhang Qiao and insisted he handle the contact personally.

He successfully added her on WeChat. Her profile picture was adorable—a sparkling little star.

Having never been in love, he stared at her cute picture, palms sweating, still struggling for the right opening line.

But Zhang Qiao surprised him, messaging first:

“Hello, are you the blind date my mom’s friend Aunt Lu recommended? I’m Zhang Qiao! Aunt Lu’s friend’s daughter.”

Lin Tianyue was confused. Blind date? She mistook him for her blind date?

Right—she had mentioned in her videos that her mother arranged blind dates for her almost every month, often sharing awkward stories about them.

He thought, could he become her “strange blind date” story?

“Hello, I’m Lin Tianyue, 27 years old, stable job, good looks. I don’t arrive late, dislike fried rice, always pay my own way, never freeload. So, may I have the chance to meet Ms. Zhang?”

Half an hour crafting that message, he nervously checked his phone every minute after sending it.

Was he too direct?

After what felt like ages, his little star finally replied:

“So… you’re my fan?”

Sweating again, he asked, “Ms. Zhang, do you mind dating a fan?”

“No, not at all,” she replied.

Relieved, he waited another five minutes. Zhang Qiao sent a location—a downtown restaurant.

“The day after tomorrow I’ll livestream. I have two free hours before that. If you don’t mind, shall we meet at this restaurant at 4:30?”

He replied immediately: “Sure.”

Oh yeah! The feeling of success was better than handling a billion-dollar project.

On the appointed day, Lin Tianyue wore a dark suit and brought a bouquet of her favorite champagne roses and sunflowers.

At 4:10, he arrived at the restaurant. His heart raced faster than the first time he gave a CEO presentation.

Finally, he saw her.

She wore a champagne-colored dress, made up beautifully for her livestream. The sunset’s glow kissed her golden hair, and she seemed to melt into the evening light.

He held the flowers and approached. Zhang Qiao stumbled in her heels, screaming as she nearly fell—but he caught her arm just in time.

“Thank you,” she said.

Their eyes met. The sunset was breathtaking, and both were stunned by each other.

Even their heartbeats matched.

Was this love at first sight?

In this world, there was someone who perfectly matched her aesthetic preferences, neither too much nor too little.

“Hello, I’m Zhang Qiao.”

“Hello, I’m Lin Tianyue.”

They introduced themselves naturally, as if the past twenty-some years had existed only to wait for this day.

Lin Tianyue felt like a wandering soul, observing another version of himself, living a completely different life in another world.

He and the girl named Zhang Qiao—one love at first sight, one crush fulfilled—stumbled into each other’s lives.

They had a whirlwind marriage, and soon after, a baby. Both families were delighted. Despite different family backgrounds, Zhang Qiao’s elegance won the respect of Lin Tianyue’s parents.

They lived happily. Perhaps all happy families were alike. As his vision blurred, Lin Tianyue pulled away from that world and returned to his own.

He twitched his fingers—once, then again.

Though a tiny movement, it woke Zhang Qiao immediately.

She looked up, clasping his hand tightly: “Big Rough? Big Rough, are you awake?”

She leaned over, nearly pressing her face to his.

Smelling the familiar, uniquely Zhang Qiao scent, Lin Tianyue moved his lips and slowly opened his eyes.

Oh, it was a dream.

Seeing Zhang Qiao crying tears of joy, his eyes red, he raised his hand, lightly touching her face with his calloused hands: “Qiao Qiao…”

“Mm, I’m here,” she sniffled, pressing his hand to her cheek.

She had just had a dream.

Or maybe, it wasn’t really a dream.

In a parallel world, Lin Tianyue was still the one destined for her. She still fell for him at first sight, bore his child, and her parents witnessed it all.

They were proud, praising her everywhere—they had found the best son-in-law in the world: handsome, loving, successful, with thoughtful in-laws…

So, she had no regrets.

“Qiao Qiao, why are you crying?” Lin Tianyue’s voice was hoarse, anxious because she was in tears. “Did… I make you worry?”

“Yes! You big villain, you scared me to death!”

Zhang Qiao buried her face on him, crying with relief, “But Big Rough, I really like you.”

Like him?

Lin Tianyue’s heart raced. Was his wife confessing?

“Qiao Qiao, don’t cry. I like you too.”

Really like.

So much so that even in dreams, it was always Zhang Qiao’s name. Even in another world, she had him in her grasp.

Such love was blissful, wasn’t it?

(The End)