Quick Transmigration: Striving Every Day to Overcome Tribulation

Chapter 186 Feeling sorry for a man will bring bad luck 1

The original owner always thought of herself as a lucky person, having had whatever she wanted since childhood.

Even if it's raining before she leaves the house, the rain will stop and the sun will shine after she steps out the door.

Even if there was a long traffic jam on the road just a moment ago, the road will become clear the moment you get in the car.

Finding money on the street or winning every time you scratch a lottery ticket are all trivial matters.

Despite her good fortune, she encountered an unlucky man after turning eighteen.

Compared to her good fortune, the unlucky ones often have the opposite situation.

He steps in dog poop when he goes out, eats instant noodles without the seasoning packet, is always stuck in traffic on his way to work, and has never had perfect attendance.

The original owner, who was too lucky, would always be curious when she encountered an unlucky person, but she had no intention of getting close to them.

Since it was their first meeting, the unlucky guy's appearance was really not good. His clothes were wrinkled and always smelled sour, and his hair was messy like a bird's nest.

But for some reason, the original owner kept running into him, even after she moved to a different place, she would still encounter this unlucky guy.

It was as if the two people's magnetic fields suddenly attracted each other.

The original owner didn't suspect anything. When you're lucky for too long, you don't have to think, and your brain becomes dull.

She became friends with the unlucky guy.

She even discovered that as long as she stayed with the unlucky guy, he wouldn't be unlucky, but she wasn't as lucky as before.

But the original owner didn't care. By the time she realized it, she had already fallen in love with the unlucky guy.

She felt he was considerate and sincere, a good candidate for husband.

So when the unlucky guy proposed, she covered her mouth, tears of emotion streaming down her face, and said yes.

And so the lucky ones started to have bad luck.

It was supposed to be an ordinary day, but nothing she did went right. To make matters worse, it started raining heavily when she went out.

When I try to hail a taxi, the driver always refuses.

She, who had never been late before and could always arrive on time even if she overslept, was late for the first time.

Perfect attendance is no longer possible.

While I was at work, I received news that my house had been destroyed by fire.

She didn't turn off the gas, and it exploded and caught fire.

Besides losing her house, she also has to pay compensation to the neighbors who were affected by her actions.

The neighbors who had previously been kind and friendly to her all showed disgust when she came to apologize.

This saddened the original owner greatly. She didn't know what had happened; overnight, everyone seemed to have changed.

She couldn't get a taxi home, and it was raining heavily when she tried to walk home. She didn't have an umbrella, and the shops along the way wouldn't let her take shelter from the rain or buy one.

The original owner was so aggrieved that she could no longer hold back her tears.

While we were crying in the wind and rain, the unlucky one appeared.

He came to her like a god, riding on auspicious clouds of seven colors.

The original owner immediately hugged the unlucky guy and told him about her bad luck that day.

Although the unlucky guy tried his best to comfort her and even listened patiently to what she had to say, she always felt that he was just being perfunctory.

The original owner guessed that perhaps it was because she was too sensitive at the moment, or perhaps it was some of the unlucky guy's subtle behavior that made her feel this way.

Regardless, this feeling lingered in her mind, making her, whose mood had been slightly calmed by the appearance of the unlucky guy, start to feel uneasy again.

Moreover, bad luck continued, and life began to feel like a jumbled mess, with nothing going right.

The original owner's unease and doubt grew stronger. Her mind began to race, from disbelief to certainty that her misfortune was caused by the husband beside her.

While the original owner hesitated, another stroke of bad luck struck, and the suffocating feeling of being tightly bound by misfortune became unbearable for her. So she made up her mind to separate from the unlucky guy.

The original owner really didn't want to be separated from him, but she wanted to live more than love.

So when she mustered up the courage to tell the unlucky guy about her decision, the unlucky guy, who had always acted considerate and pitiful, suddenly seemed like a completely different person.

His eyes revealed a complex mix of extreme fear and madness, but he quickly concealed it, revealing disbelief and extreme sadness, as if the original owner's departure was a catastrophe he could not accept no matter what.

Despite the unfortunate man's repeated pleas, the original owner did not change his mind.

So before the original owner could react, the unlucky guy suddenly knelt down with a "thump," the movement so swift that it even splashed water on the ground.

He raised his head, his eyes filled with tears, looking pitifully at the original owner, his hands tightly clutching the original owner's clothes, his voice trembling and pleading with a sob in his voice.

"Don't leave me. I've already planned to spend the rest of my life with you, and I've placed you in my heart. If you leave me, my life will have no meaning, and my heart will feel like it's been ripped out."

His voice was filled with deep affection and despair. In the past, the original owner might have softened her heart, but at this moment, the desire to leave had already taken over her mind.

Recalling the time they spent together, the original owner's tears still welled up uncontrollably. She kept shaking her head, her face full of pain and struggle.

She cried as she frantically backed away, trying to distance herself from the unfortunate man.

She choked back tears as she pleaded, "Don't be like this. We really need to think this through. We can't continue like this. This isn't the life I want. We were so loving and happy together! This was my dream. I never imagined our marriage would turn out like this."

Just as the original owner turned around, intending to escape this agonizing scene, a sharp pain came from the back of her head.

Her body instantly lost its balance, and she swayed precariously.

As her consciousness gradually faded, she tried hard to see everything around her, but all she could see was the unlucky guy's distorted face. At this moment, his expression was frenzied and fiery, and his eyes were flashing with a strange and terrifying light, a light that seemed to hide endless greed and desire.

Immediately afterwards, the unlucky guy put his arm around her waist, hugged her, and whispered in her ear, his voice soft yet carrying a chill.

"Why don't you just stay by my side and behave yourself? It's better for me, and better for you too. They'll love watching too."

"Look at how lucky I am now, that's a perfect example."

The unlucky man's fingers, accompanied by the icy rain, slowly brushed against her hair. The cold touch spread from her scalp throughout her body, making her scalp tingle and her body tremble uncontrollably.

Before she completely lost consciousness, she seemed to hear the voices of many, many people. The voices were noisy and chaotic, as if they came from a distant place, yet also as if they were right next to her.

There were sharp laughs, low growls, and some indistinct words, but she no longer had the strength to distinguish them.

Then, everything went completely dark, and everything came to an abrupt end. There was no more...