After Redeeming the Cold, Aloof Heroine, I Ran Away - Chapter 2

“You cannot go OOC. The character setting cannot deviate from the original personality. In other words, you need to behave arrogantly, conceitedly, haughtily, violently, curse at whoever you catch, slap a whole row of people if something displeases you, and even kick a passing dog. Do you understand? That is the kind of character setting you have. But in front of your fans, you must appear gentle, courteous, refined, elegant, warm, and approachable… I know this may be a little difficult for you.”

Jiang Xian lifted her foot and walked toward the villa while listening to the person in her mind ramble on. When she heard the words “this may be a little difficult for you,” she immediately stopped and retorted loudly, “Difficult?”

What was difficult about it? She could still tell the difference between a net worth of ten billion and the word “difficult.”

“Isn’t it just playing the role of a cool, arrogant, ruthless diva? Don’t worry. I can do that effortlessly.”

Although she did not know who she had been before, where she had come from, or what her family situation was, the moment she entered Jiang Xian’s body, she instinctively felt the blood throughout her body roaring wildly. She also felt the wild, free soul deep within her heart.

It was so nice to be this kind of person. Sharp-tongued, mean, looking down on everyone from above, with no need to please anyone. What was difficult about that? Was this not just releasing the soul she had kept imprisoned for far too long?

Jiang Xian snapped her fingers and continued walking forward.

She climbed the steps along the beach. When she looked ahead, a row of European-style castle buildings immediately appeared before her eyes. They covered an area of about four thousand square meters. The buildings stood closely together, row upon row. At the highest spire hung a gilded antique clock, its hour hand pointing exactly to six o’clock.

The sky had not yet fully brightened. The rising sun dyed the white ancient European-style buildings with a layer of gold. All the rooms were lit, perfectly illuminating the swan lake in front. The entire castle was reflected in the water. Several black swans swam past, sending out clear ripples that blurred the castle’s shadow.

She passed more than ten swimming pools of varying sizes, crossed the swan lake, and walked through a green path lined with coconut trees before finally arriving at the villa entrance.

Jiang Xian craned her neck and looked over. The main doors were wide open. On both sides of the bright, magnificent hall stood a row of people dressed in blue-and-white uniforms. There were men and women, young and old. They were probably the housekeepers, drivers, kitchen staff, and other servants she usually employed. After hearing her footsteps, everyone lowered their heads, held their breath, and did not dare look sideways. Not even a cough could be heard.

Her sense of self-worth was extremely strong, so she did not retreat because of this. She simply held her head high, puffed out her chest, and walked inside without looking sideways. Just as the sole of her foot landed on the cold marble floor, she suddenly heard everyone shout in unison, “Welcome home, Boss.”

They bowed ninety degrees in greeting.

Her foot cramped. The cramp suddenly spread from her little toe to the sole of her foot, then to her calf. She could not hold back and curled her toes slightly to ease this awkward ceremony.

This was way too exaggerated.

Ahem. She lowered her brows slightly. Her right hand half-clenched into a fist, and she still looked straight ahead. The interior decor was based in gilded gold. The lighting was low and textured, falling upon the European Cupid murals. A crystal chandelier over ten meters high pointed downward, with twelve white candles attached to it. The lights flickered softly, delicate and lovely.

They set off the piano, sofa, and coffee table in the hall with understated luxury.

The villa had five floors in total. The staircase was located in the center, winding all the way upward until it extended into corners she could not see. From this brief glimpse, she could already infer the whole picture. The entire villa even had a back garden. One could imagine how extravagant and wasteful it was inside.

In the few seconds she spent looking around, a low and gentle voice came from behind her. “Boss, would you like to eat first or bathe first?”

The voice trembled slightly, because everyone knew that Boss had just been rejected by a woman she liked. This was the first time she had encountered such a tough nut, and also the first time she had lost face in front of everyone. In the past, at times like this, never mind that woman getting beaten—even all of them servants would have had to kneel and wait for Boss to slap an entire row of them unconscious.

“Bath.”

Jiang Xian’s voice was elegant and clear, each word distinct.

Immediately, two servants came forward in response, smiles piled on their faces. One walked in front and one behind, guiding her upstairs to the second floor.

The original owner was particularly troublesome when bathing. Not only did she need incense, she also had to be served Bordeaux white wine from Saint-Doria, France, along with a medium-rare Angus ribeye steak. Blood dripped from the top of it; one bite seemed as if it would let her smell the breath of English cattle running across the grasslands. It was so primitive, so wild.

Was she a primitive person? Eating raw flesh and drinking blood.

Jiang Xian’s throat went a little dry. Her taste buds told her that she did not like this bloody thing. She preferred steak grilled until it was charred red and fully cooked.

The housekeeper, Xiao Ya, was a young woman with wheat-colored skin. Her features leaned toward Southeast Asian; if one did not pay attention, one might think she was a servant from Thailand. She asked softly, “Boss, will you eat now, or…”

“Leave it for now.”

Jiang Xian glanced at the steak dripping blood and silently looked away.

But she could not show it too clearly, lest she reveal a flaw and go OOC.

Xiao Ya was very obedient. She considerately twisted open the wooden cork of the white wine. With a pop, the bottle lightly tapped against the rim of the large-bellied red wine glass, producing an ethereal sound. The lingering note drifted emptily, the kind of tone only a high-quality wine glass could make.

The white wine flowed into the bottom of the glass, filling one-sixth of it before Xiao Ya stopped. Then she held up a wooden tray with both hands. On the tray were four round aromatherapy candles of different sizes.

“Boss, would you like cedarwood, lavender, rose, or lily?”

Jiang Xian was just about to reach out and point at the cedarwood one. Her slender finger hovered in midair. Then she glanced at Xiao Ya and said casually, “The usual.”

Xiao Ya nodded. She gently picked up the rose aromatherapy candle from the tray, held it in her palm, twisted it open, and stirred it with a wooden stick. In only a moment, a rich fragrance spread through the entire bathroom.

Before leaving, Xiao Ya also put on a blues song. Only then did she gracefully close the bathroom door, leaving Jiang Xian alone inside.

After seeing that the person had left, Jiang Xian stripped off the diving suit in a few quick movements. She walked straight to the shower, turned on the faucet, and aimed the water at herself, thoroughly rinsing off the sand and sea salt from her body.

There was a full-length mirror in front of her, already completely covered in mist. She could vaguely make out her swaying figure. Because she had lived by the sea for a long time and liked sunbathing, her skin was not pale. Instead, it was a natural, healthy wheat color.

She suddenly became interested in the original owner’s appearance. While showering, she reached out and wiped away the mist on the mirror. Her face immediately appeared in the reflection.

Long curly hair clung to her waist like seaweed. Slightly curled bangs fell on both sides, parted three-to-seven, just pressing down over her long eyelashes. She had a face with clear contours, deep-set eyes, a tall straight nose, and slightly full lips, carrying a hint of exotic charm. The combination of soft lines, three-dimensional features, and wheat-colored skin gave her a temperament that was both flamboyant and restrained. The two qualities clashed, creating a subdued, wild beauty.

When she did not smile, her face carried a faint sense of world-weariness. She had a tall, slender figure and was also light in weight, which meant she had neither much chest nor much backside. From head to toe, all she had left were her long 178-centimeter legs and the faintly visible muscle lines on her abdomen. She usually liked lifting weights, so her arms were also stronger and taller-looking than those of an ordinary delicate girl.

Jiang Xian somewhat understood why so many girls were infatuated with her, and why the people she pursued never rejected her. In the lesbian world, this appearance was that of a brooding, wild, dominant top.

Her looks were top-tier even in the entertainment industry. Now Jiang Xian was truly curious about what the woman she loved but could not obtain looked like.

Sexy, cute, mischievous, sweet, or mature and domineering?

As soon as the question appeared in her mind, the system poked its head out sneakily. “She looks extremely cold and aloof. More specifically… Mm, her beauty is also one of a kind. Otherwise, what do you think the original owner saw in her? Wasn’t it all because of her face?”

Now Jiang Xian was even more curious.

After rinsing herself clean, Jiang Xian stepped into the bathtub. She reached out, picked up the red wine glass, and slowly savored this moment of relaxation. The wine was crisp and clear, gently seeping into her mouth before she slowly swallowed it into her stomach. Her lower abdomen warmed up.

“Right, I haven’t asked yet. How far have things gone between me and her?”

Finding the wine delicious, she took another large gulp. Before she could swallow, she heard the system say beside her ear, “You have already beaten her unconscious.”

In an instant, the strong wine choked her throat. As she coughed, scenes of what had happened between the original owner and the heroine played in her mind like a film, unfolding one after another.

It turned out that things had already developed to the point where she had tried to force herself on the heroine, the heroine had resisted, and she had become furious enough to beat the heroine black and blue.

She suddenly sprang up, her eyes widening as she shouted at the system, “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

In the westernmost corner room on the second floor, Jiang Xian stood at the doorway. A bathrobe was casually draped over her body, the belt tied loosely around her waist, revealing a line of skin at her chest. One could vaguely see the slight beating near her heart beneath the velvet fabric as it rose and fell unevenly.

She held her breath and placed her hand on the gilded door handle. With a soft click, she pushed the door open by a finger’s width. A rich fragrance seeped into her lungs. It was the scent of roses, wrapped around the faintest trace of blood.

Her line of sight reached just to the bedside. Bright lights illuminated the room, falling on the milky-white lace bed curtains with hollowed-out patterns. The two sides were hooked back with green bows, looking somewhat messy. A shattered vase and velvet pillow stuffing were scattered evenly across the floor. The bedsheets were in disarray. A thin, small figure was curled up in one corner of the large bed. She wore a white French-style dress that had been torn into tatters. A few scraps of fabric covered her jade-like body, and several whip marks that had seeped blood could be faintly seen on her skin.

Jiang Xian’s pupils flickered. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and cold sweat seeped from her palms. She was a little afraid, because this meant that their beginning was already hell mode.

How was she supposed to make Jing Lian forgive her?

The original owner too—just what kind of beauty did Jing Lian possess to make her so bewitched that she did not hesitate to walk down the path of crime? Imprisonment, whipping, attempted sexual assault… This was already enough to fall under criminal law.

Unable to suppress her curiosity, Jiang Xian opened the door another half-width. The light happened to fall on Jing Lian’s face. Jiang Xian glanced at her quickly, and her heart skipped.

“She’s not that impressive, is she? She looks like plain boiled water.”

“One more look.”

Her gaze, which had moved away at lightning speed, shifted back again. She had originally wanted to observe Jing Lian’s appearance, but in that instant, she met a pair of eyes as if soaked in ice.

Stubbornness, resentment, hatred, and anger.

They accused her of crimes too numerous to record.