Prologue: I Absolutely Do Not Want to Be Ji Qingchan!!

Wanqing City, Jiayi Private Hospital.

It was summer vacation, with the scorching sun blazing overhead and waves of heat rolling through the streets, searing every passerby.

A white BMW sped down the road before swiftly pulling up in front of a private hospital. 

Soon after, a young man stepped out of the car.

Tall and slender, he wore a baseball cap tilted slightly downward, obscuring most of his face. 

Yet his striking pale blue eyes-deep as the night sky, brimming with countless stars-were impossible to ignore, captivating enough to drown in.

In one hand, he carried a thermal lunchbox, while on his wrist rested a subtly luxurious dark gold watch, marking him as someone of refined elegance, like a young master from a wealthy family.

Jiang Li parked the car and followed a nurse who had been waiting for him, heading to the hospital’s third floor.

The third floor housed patients with severe psychiatric disorders. 

As they passed room after room, fragmented ravings, screams, and wails occasionally spilled from the iron-barred, tightly sealed chambers. 

If a horror movie were filmed here, the atmosphere alone would make it twice as terrifying.

Tap, tap, tap.

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed through the silent hallway as the two figures moved forward, eventually stopping in front of a door labeled “Patient No. 69.”

Jiang Li paused and turned to the nurse, asking softly, “How is she doing?”

“Miss Ji’s mental state is usually stable, but…” 

The nurse hesitated, timidly lifting her gaze to the man’s handsome face.

“Every time the counselor asks about her gender, Miss Ji insists she’s a man and becomes extremely agitated and hostile. We suspect she may have gender dysphoria.”

Hearing this, Jiang Li’s expression darkened slightly. 

After a moment of contemplation, he said, “Open the door for me. I’d like to see her.” 

The nurse nodded, retrieving the corresponding key and inserting it into the lock with a deft twist before pushing the door open. 

Jiang Li stepped forward, gently pushing the door wider as he entered.

The room didn’t resemble a hospital ward at all—instead, it looked more like a cozy girl’s bedroom, complete with a desk, computer, leisure books, a wardrobe filled with feminine clothing, and even a matching dressing room. 

It was practically luxurious.

Yet despite the warmth of the decor, the sunlight was completely blocked by thick curtains, leaving not a single gap. 

Only when the door opened occasionally did a few stray beams manage to slip inside.

Jiang Li approached the bed, where a small lump under the covers hinted at a familiar, curled-up figure-one that tugged painfully at his heart.

“Qingchan, I’m here. I made your favorite seafood and shrimp congee,” Jiang Li murmured softly, his face adorned with a tender, affectionate smile, his gaze brimming with adoration.

“Get out! I don’t want to see you!!” 

A muffled voice snapped from beneath the blankets.

“Qingchan, I—”

“I said GET OUT!!”

The covers were violently kicked aside, revealing the person hidden within-a delicate, fair-skinned face flushed with anger. 

She glared at him, her eyes filled with hatred and disgust.

“And my name is Ji Yue Nian, not Ji Qingchan!!”

Jiang Li chuckled softly at the girl’s protest, shaking his head as he sat on the edge of the bed. 

He reached out, gently smoothing her slightly disheveled hair-untouched for days.

“No, you’re Ji Qingchan. My junior, the girl I love, the one who used to walk to and from school with me every day.”

He spoke word by word, a trace of tenderness flashing in his eyes, as if recalling the countless moments they had shared together.

“Have you fucking lost your mind?!” 

Ji Yuenian shouted furiously. 

“I already told you I was lying to you! Ji Qingchan was just a persona I fabricated-she doesn’t exist! She’s fake! Fake!!”

“Don’t you get it?! Jiang Chi!!”

Her voice was hoarse with desperation as she screamed at the boy, her eyes slightly red, as if trying to shake him awake.

But anyone who knew Ji Yuenian well would understand that if not for the restraints of the hospital gown binding her to the bed, leaving her unable to move an inch, she would have already thrown a punch at him—just like she always did when provoked.

“I understand.”

After a long silence, a calm voice broke through the air.

Jiang Chi still wore that faint smile on his face. 

He lifted the insulated food container and gently shook it in front of the girl’s wide, disbelieving eyes.

“Qingchan, let’s eat first, okay? I made seafood and shrimp porridge especially for you.”

“Go to hell! I told you I’m not Ji Qingchan!! Ji Qingchan isn’t real!! Do you even fucking understand?!”

“I know.” 

Jiang Chi nodded.

“But I don’t believe it.”

His gaze was unwavering as he looked at the girl on the hospital bed. 

His pale blue eyes seemed to shimmer like stars, filled with stubborn determination. 

“You are Ji Qingchan. You are my junior. You are my girlfriend!”

Ji Yuenian: “…”

Never had she felt so frustrated trying to communicate with someone. 

Jiang Chi was like a stubborn, immovable rock-no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t make him budge. He was nothing but a blatant, obsessive lunatic!!

Suddenly, Jiang Chi chuckled softly, as if recalling something pleasant. 

His pale hand reached out toward Ji Yuenian, instantly drawing her attention.

He opened his palm.

Resting in his hand was a silver coin, its surface engraved with intricate, coldly elegant patterns. 

The two sides bore different faces—one male, one female—as if symbolizing something ancient.

But now, the male side had nearly faded away, leaving only a faint outline. 

From a distance, it almost resembled the profile of a long-haired woman.

“Give it to me!” 

Ji Yuenian’s expression twisted with urgency as she tried to snatch the coin, forgetting she was still strapped down. 

No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t move, only causing the bed frame to creak in protest.

“No.” 

Jiang Chi replied coolly.

He withdrew the coin and leaned in slightly, pressing his forehead against hers. 

His nose brushed against her soft lips as he whispered with a light laugh:

“Qingchan, I’ll cure you. I’m studying psychology and personality structure now. Very soon, I’ll be able to heal you. Trust me.”

“After all… compared to Ji Yuenian, I’d much rather you be Qingchan—my junior, Ji Qingchan.”

With those words, he placed the food container on the bedside table, gently ruffled her hair, and turned to leave without another glance.

As the door closed again, cutting off the sunlight, Ji Yuenian buried her face in the blankets and sobbed uncontrollably.

Psychology. 

Personality structure.

As Jiang Chi’s lifelong rival, Ji Yuenian understood all too well the implication behind his words.

No Ji Yuenian-only Ji Qingchan.

Personality modification…

Ji Yuennian suddenly realized what a fool she had been―ruining someone else’s life over a woman and so-called pride. 

Now she had crashed and burned, dragging herself down in the process.

She had thought the other person was just an ordinary, emotionally distant individual-perhaps a bit smarter than most-but never imagined they were an outright psychological case, obsessive to the point of madness!

Recalling the words just spoken to her, Ji Yuennian’s eyes reddened, tears streaming down her face and soaking the blanket.

She didn’t want to become her-didn’t want to become that adored junior, Ji Qingchan. She had her own life to live.

“Waaah~~ I refuse to be Ji Qingchan!!”

[Let’s talk about the pacing of this story… Well, if you’ve read “Good Brother, Please Let Me Go!”, you’ll know the author loves giving readers that “auntie-smile” satisfaction.]

[No personality correction, no hypnosis—this story is pure romance. Though the male lead has been driven to the dark side by the female lead, he still has principles. He’ll just keep tempting her to embrace her inner femininity, along with some playful kinks, light S&M, and a bit of teasing, hehehe~~]

[The author has a healthy worldview, bright and optimistic-just like our female lead.]