Transmigration; A Mother's Redemption and a perfect Wife.-Chapter 497; Okay

"Your homeroom is 7-B, down this hallway, third door on the right," the registrar explained, marking a map with helpful annotations. "Mrs. Wang is your homeroom teacher, she’s wonderful with new students. And you have, oh, you’re on the debate team! How exciting!"

"We practice after school," Qin Xinyu added. "I’ll meet you at the library entrance when the final bell rings."

With directions secured and orientation complete, they walked Qing Qing to her classroom. A few early students were already there, chatting in small groups, and they looked up with curiosity as the new girl entered with her unusual entourage, a fourteen-year-old boy, a five-year-old girl, and a teenager who looked like she could be a model or possibly a secret agent.

"You’ll be fine," Minghao whispered, squeezing Qing Qing’s hand one final time before releasing it. "Remember, smart, capable, backed by the Huo family. Anyone who gives you trouble is making a mistake."

"Thank you," Qing Qing whispered back, and there was genuine gratitude in her voice.

Qin Xinyu gave her an encouraging nod. "See you at debate practice."

And then Twilight was gently herding them back out, giving Qing Qing space to find her own footing, to begin this new Chapter without them hovering. They retreated down the hallway, Minghao turning back once to wave enthusiastically before Twilight redirected her forward.

"She’s going to be fine," Twilight said with certainty as they exited the building and headed back to the Phantom, which was now surrounded by a respectful semi-circle of students admiring it from a safe distance.

"I know," Minghao replied, but her voice was smaller than usual. "I just... I remember what it’s like. Being new. Being scared."

Twilight’s hand came down gently on her shoulder. "Which is why she’s lucky to have you. You understand."

"I need to get to my classroom too," Minghao announced, glancing at the delicate watch on her wrist, a gift from her father that looked almost comically large on her small arm. "Primary wing, Mrs. Chen’s homeroom. I have exactly eleven minutes before the bell."

"And I have nine minutes to get to the middle school section," Qin Xinyu added, already adjusting his backpack. "Advanced mathematics first period. Can’t be late or Mr. Wang will give me that disappointed look."

"Then go," Twilight said, giving them both a gentle push toward their respective wings. "And check on Qing Qing at lunch if you’re worried. But give her space to make her own connections first."

"Yes, Auntie," Minghao said with exaggerated obedience, then grinned to show she was joking before bounding off toward the primary section.

Qin Xinyu gave a small wave and headed toward the middle school building with more measured dignity.

Twilight watched until both had disappeared safely inside their respective wings, then climbed back into the Rolls-Royce alone. Through the windshield, she could see the sprawling academy campus, primary, middle, and high school sections all connected, the buildings arranged around shared facilities like the library and auditorium. Somewhere in there, Qing Qing was finding her seat, meeting her classmates, beginning her new life.

The Phantom’s engine purred to life as Twilight pulled away from the curb, the security vehicle falling into position behind her. The morning traffic had thickened, but she navigated it with practiced ease, her mind already shifting from guardian mode to executive mode.

The Entertainment City awaited, callbacks to conduct, contracts to finalize, a company to run. All while monitoring her phone for any updates about Qing Qing’s first day, ready to intervene at the slightest sign of trouble.

But that was the job. Guardian, executive, sister, protector. All roles she’d learned to balance because Tang Fei had believed she could.

And she wouldn’t let her down.

The Rolls-Royce disappeared into the morning traffic, the security vehicle following at a discrete distance, and another day began for the strange, complicated, chosen family that was slowly learning what it meant to belong to each other.

The Resort - 8:00 AM

Tang Fei stretched luxuriously across the rumpled sheets, her body arching like a cat in a sunbeam as morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling glass walls. But this wasn’t ordinary sunlight, it was filtered through water, creating dancing patterns of aquamarine and silver that rippled across every surface. The golden rays penetrated the ocean above their underwater suite, transforming everything into something ethereal and dreamlike, like living inside a massive aquarium.

Schools of tropical fish drifted past the glass in brilliant flashes of color, electric blues, sunset oranges, neon yellows, their movements lazy and hypnotic. A sea turtle glided by with ancient grace, its flippers moving in slow, deliberate strokes. The suite was submerged thirty feet below the surface, a marvel of engineering that allowed them complete privacy while being surrounded by the living ocean.

For the first time in days, glorious, exhausting, overwhelming days, she felt almost human again. The persistent soreness that had kept her moving gingerly had finally faded to a dull, manageable ache, more memory than active discomfort. And she was thoroughly, completely tired of being cooped up in this suite, no matter how luxurious and utterly unique it was.

"Finally awake?" Huo Ting Cheng’s voice carried amusement from across the room.

She turned her head to find him already dressed in casual linen pants that hung perfectly on his hips and a light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. He looked unfairly handsome, infuriatingly put-together, as he stood near the glass wall watching a school of silverfin pass by, sipping his morning coffee with the relaxed posture of someone who hadn’t spent the past forty-eight hours engaged in marathon intimacy. Behind him, the underwater world continued its eternal dance, coral swaying in invisible currents, smaller fish darting between larger ones, the occasional shadow of something bigger passing overhead.

"We’ve been in this room for two days straight," Tang Fei pointed out, sitting up and letting the sheet pool around her waist. Her hair was a disaster, she was certain, and she probably had pillow