After Transmigrating as a Disabled Villain - Chapter 1

“Qin Chu—”

A broken whisper near her ear caused Qin Chu to snap her eyes open. All she could see were heavy bed curtains and the dim, yellow glow of candlelight.

She froze. She felt as if she had just been fished out of a swimming pool—wet, heavy, and feverish.

“Qin Chu—”

The fragmented murmur right beside her made Qin Chu turn her head toward the pillow. Under the flickering light, she finally saw the person sharing the bed.

The woman’s eyes were misty, as if brimming with a rising tide. Her features were as exquisite as a painting, her expression dazed and blurred. She was dressed in ancient attire—delicate and enchanting.

Qin Chu was stunned. What is going on? Wasn’t I just sleeping in my dorm?

Who was this ancient beauty? She pinched the back of her hand with a bit of force. It felt numb, but surprisingly, it didn’t hurt!

Am I dreaming?

She had been single for twenty years; she never expected her subconscious to be desperate enough to conjure a dream like this. It was too embarrassing.

Qin Chu covered her face. Oh my god… I love it.

At that moment, the woman seemed dissatisfied with her daze. She looked straight at Qin Chu and reached out, gently hooking her arm around Qin Chu’s neck. A soft breath brushed against Qin Chu’s ear, causing her heart rate to spike instantly.

The woman tilted her head back slightly and leaned in: “Qin Chu, help me—”

Qin Chu’s breath hitched. She raised an eyebrow. “How should I help you?”

The woman’s eyes were tinged with red, her brows furrowed as if she were desperately trying to restrain her crumbling rationality. Her lips pressed into a thin line before she closed her eyes. A single teardrop rolled from the corner of her eye, wetting her fan-like lashes.

Fragile. Alluring.

Lost in the moment, Qin Chu lowered her head. To hell with embarrassment—it was a dream anyway, and in her dreams, she called the shots.

She closed her eyes and kissed the woman’s lips. They were soft and slightly cool, like the very first bite of jelly she had as a child. Delicious and tempting, the sensation enveloped her senses, intoxicating her.

The beauty in her arms trembled slightly and tightened her grip around Qin Chu’s waist. A sudden sting flared on Qin Chu’s back—the woman’s fingernails were being naughty.

A flash of doubt crossed Qin Chu’s mind—something felt “off”—but it moved too fast for her to investigate.

She lifted her head slightly, her finger hooking under the woman’s chin. The beauty opened her eyes; they were dark and clouded, devoid of clarity, as if she didn’t know what year it was.

“Once isn’t enough, is it?” Qin Chu let out a light, flirtatious chuckle.

The woman pursed her lips, looking utterly bewildered. A crimson flush spread across her cheeks and ears.

Qin Chu leaned back down to the woman’s ear, her voice dropping to a low register: “We’re nowhere near finished…”

She had been single for twenty years. While her practical experience was zero, her theoretical knowledge was a perfect score. All those fantasies she knew of but had never tried were perfect for a slow exploration.

She explored until the beauty’s eyes were rimmed with red, too shy to meet her gaze.

She explored until the beauty shivered again and again, leaving scratches on her back with rounded nails.

She explored until the woman’s entire body…

It looked like a brush dipped in pink pigment, accidentally splattering droplets of red ink onto jade-white skin, staining it with a messy, beautiful crimson.

The night breeze was gentle, the moonlight seductive, and the stars shimmered, leaving one utterly spellbound.

“Miss, Miss, wake up! The boat has reached the shore.”

Qin Chu opened her eyes groggily to see a plump young girl dressed like a little maid from a period drama. It wasn’t until she had been served, dressed, and washed that the realization finally hit her.

She seemed to have transmigrated! Or she was in a dream she couldn’t wake up from.

After pinching herself so hard she almost cried, Qin Chu sighed. Fine, transmigration it is—but couldn’t they at least leave her the original host’s memories?

This was great. She knew nothing. She was totally in the dark. If she slipped up, would she be caught and executed as a ghost or a demon?

“Miss, why aren’t you speaking? I told you, since it was your first time drinking, you should have just had a taste. But you wouldn’t listen and drank a whole jar…”

The little maid nagged incessantly, her tone full of worry.

Qin Chu took a moment to recover, then turned to look at the bed. Last night, she had seemingly had a very “indescribable” dream. The bed was no longer messy; the silk quilt was folded neatly. But the bedsheet—wait, where was the bedsheet?

“Where is the sheet?”

The maid blinked. “That’s right, where did the sheet go? Could it be that you got so drunk you sleepwalked and threw it into the river? Oh dear, at least you’re okay.”

She decided she could never let the Miss drink that much again. Last night, not only did she lose her composure in front of so many people, but she also took a fall, and after a night’s sleep, she managed to lose the boatman’s bedsheet.

Qin Chu frowned. Sleepwalking?

A thought suddenly struck her, and she began unbuttoning her clothes. “My back hurts a bit. See what’s going on.”

The maid hurried over to look and immediately cried out, “Oh my! Miss, did you get into a fight last night? Who scratched your back like this?”

Qin Chu’s heart sank. The bedsheet had probably been taken away by someone.

That… likely wasn’t a dream.

She had apparently done something quite “monumental” last night.

As she stepped out of the room, Qin Chu froze again. Why did her steps feel so uneven? After experimenting for a moment, she fell into a silent existential crisis. Transmigration was fine, but why make her lame in one leg? Was the universe pranking her?

After getting off the boat, she arrived at a large estate after only a few steps. Qin Chu looked up and saw two large characters: “Qin Manor.”

Once she was helped back to her room, she asked a few indirect questions. Staring at the reflection in the mirror—a person who looked almost exactly like her—Qin Chu let out a long sigh.

The original host was also named Qin Chu. Same name, same face, but the left leg was disabled. She was no longer a modern university student; she was now the Eldest Miss of the wealthiest man in Jiuqu County, the wine merchant Master Qin.

Wait.

Qin Chu suddenly remembered something. Right before she fell asleep in her dorm, her roommate had been complaining about an infuriating novel where a disabled villain had the exact same name as her.

Disabled! Same name!

Qin Chu felt like she was falling apart. Was it possible she had transmigrated into that infuriating book? But she hadn’t even read it!

She was doomed. All she knew was that she was the “Great Villain,” but she knew nothing about the plot. Villains usually met miserable ends.

At the door, the plump maid entered carrying a tray. “Miss, eat something to line your stomach, then have some hangover soup. Don’t drink that much ever again. The county academy opens tomorrow…”

As the maid nagged, she set the table. Qin Chu felt dizzy just listening. This was the original host’s head maid, named Guanzi (Jar), who handled her daily life.

Guanzi. Heh. The original Miss Qin was truly a genius at naming people.

Qin Chu waved her hand. “My head hurts, and my mind is a muddle. I can’t remember anything. Come here.”

Guanzi quickly dropped the chopsticks. “Is the pain bad, Miss? I’ll go find a doctor right away. We can’t have you falling ill.”

“No need for a doctor. Come here. I’ll ask, and you answer.”

Through careful questioning, Qin Chu learned that the Qin family dynamics were simple. Her mother had passed away early, and Master Qin had never remarried; he was currently away on business. The original host also had an older brother. Although the maid was tactful, it wasn’t hard to deduce that the Young Master Qin was a useless playboy who spent his days in brothels.

On the other hand, the maid praised the original Miss Qin to the high heavens.

“Miss, you are brave and peerless!”

“Miss, your aura is invincible!”

“Miss, you’ve beaten everyone in the county and have no rivals!”

Qin Chu’s lip twitched. It was confirmed: the original host was also a delinquent—a “Scourge of the County” whom everyone feared. Truly fitting for someone called a “Great Villain.”

The next morning, Qin Chu was helped into a carriage by Guanzi, headed for the academy’s opening day. Indeed, despite her disability, the Eldest Miss Qin had high aspirations—she had spent a fortune to study at the county academy.

When the carriage stopped outside the academy, Qin Chu lifted the curtain. She saw Guanzi immediately kneel on the ground, arching her back and trying to keep it straight.

Qin Chu’s foot hesitated. She now knew why the original host kept Guanzi around; apparently, the girl doubled as a mounting block.

“Get up. Just help me down.”

Guanzi said aggrievedly, “Miss, do you dislike me now? I usually serve as your footstool.”

Qin Chu’s eye twitched. “No need for that from now on. I suddenly feel that a wooden stool is sturdier. You are my head maid; you represent my reputation. Naturally, I can’t use you as a stool anymore. Stand up straight.”

Guanzi almost cried upon hearing this. “Miss, if you don’t use me, I won’t be good for anything else!”

That was her only function. Well, she had one other: whenever the Miss wanted to teach someone a lesson, Guanzi would roll up her sleeves and charge in without hesitation.

Qin Chu sighed. “Look around. How many young ladies use their maids as stools?” She had noticed that people stepping out of other carriages were either being helped down by hand or using actual footstools.

Just then, she saw a girl in lavish dress stepping onto her own maid’s back to get off a carriage.

Guanzi immediately pointed. “Who says they don’t? Cousin Miss is just like you!”

Just as domineering as their family’s Miss.

The “Cousin Miss” was named Chen Xia. When she spotted Qin Chu, her eyes lit up, and she hurried over.

Qin Chu whispered to Guanzi, “Who is this? What do I usually call her?”

Guanzi had already accepted that her mistress had forgotten things due to the heavy drinking. The Miss had told her to keep it a secret so outsiders wouldn’t gossip about her brain being damaged. Guanzi concluded that the Miss was simply too lazy to explain and too embarrassed to let the world know she had “drunk herself stupid.”

Guanzi whispered back: “That is your second cousin, Chen Xia. You usually call her ‘Cousin.’ You two are very close.” She was also the Miss’s only friend.

As she finished, Chen Xia reached them.

Qin Chu greeted her calmly, “Cousin.”

Chen Xia happily grabbed Qin Chu’s arm, her face full of gossip. “Cousin Qin, have you heard? Last night, the County Magistrate’s daughter, Qiu Jinning, was actually stumped by a poetic riddle! They say not only could she not solve it, but she was so embarrassed she went into hiding!”