Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities - Chapter 1017

Chapter 1017: Ning Jin

Editor: Henyee Translations

If it was a split personality, that would be interesting.

She just didn’t know if it was a simple split personality or multiple personality. Before she transmigrated, Gu Yang treated patients with at most 24 different personalities.

Ning Shen stared at her and seemed to be a little anxious. “Sister, I want candied hawthorn.”

Gu Yang stared at the person in front of him and used the tone of coaxing a child to say with a smile, “I can give you the candied hawthorn. Can you answer a few of my questions?”

Ning Shen nodded.

“Who are you?”

“Mom calls me Jin.”

“Your name is Ning Jin?”

Ning Jin nodded. “Yes.”

Gu Yang asked, “Do you know Ning Shen?”

“He’s my brother.” Ning Jin frowned. “My brother is a big baddie! I hate him! Sister, can you not play with him?”

“Okay, okay. Why did you say that he is a big baddie?” Gu Yang asked.

Ning Jin’s demeanor suggested a deep-seated fear and hatred of Ning Shen. Whenever he mentioned him, he glanced around warily, as if he expected Ning Shen to appear at any moment.

He looked at Gu Yang with a soft, timid expression and said, “Sister, come closer. I’ll tell you quietly. If I speak too loudly, Brother might hear us.”

Gu Yang leaned in as instructed.

In a sudden move, Ning Jin snatched the candied hawthorn from her hand and smiled like a delighted child.

“Sister, you talk too much. It’s so annoying.”

Despite his innocent tone and hint of playful laughter, his actions were alarming. He jabbed the sharp end of the bamboo stick toward Gu Yang’s slender neck.

Gu Yang’s expression hardened. She quickly leaned back to evade the bamboo stick and, with swift reflexes, grasped the stick firmly between her fingers.

The candied hawthorn remained securely in her grip.

Ning Jin’s laughter faltered, and his smile froze as he saw the lack of blood he had anticipated. Regret and doubt flickered in his eyes.

Gu Yang’s cold laugh echoed as she tightened her grip on the candied hawthorn and struck Ning Jin’s head with it.

Though Ning Jin’s mental age was that of a child, his body was that of a young man in his twenties. Gu Yang felt no remorse as she struck him.

“Are you up to no good?”

If Gu Yang hadn’t been on guard, she might have fallen into his trap.

Given that Ning Jin could be Ning Shen in disguise, she didn’t dare let her guard down, no matter how harmless he seemed.

Ning Jin pouted and covered his head, looking genuinely hurt. “It hurts. Sister, my head hurts.”

Gu Yang regarded him with cold detachment. It was as if he had no awareness of his own actions—there was no guilt, no empathy, only a selfish demeanor.

Her thoughts flashed back to Feng Jue’s traumatic experiences in the Ning family.

Staring at Ning Jin, she asked, “Where’s your mother?”

Ning Jin tilted his head and smiled. “Mom? Her family is fertilizing my rose garden. She raised the roses very brightly and beautifully.”

Gu Yang’s eyes darkened. “Fertilizing?”

Ning Jin’s expression soured, and he seemed genuinely annoyed. “Sister, let’s not talk about her. She’s so annoying—always chattering and making me do this and that. She’s as bothersome as Brother. So don’t be like her, or I won’t like you either.”

Gu Yang couldn’t discern any genuine affection in his words.

This version of Ning Jin was as menacing as Ning Shen, perhaps even more so.