After Transmigrating as the Abandoned Rich Wife O, I Turned the Scum A's Life into a Crematorium [Transmigration] - Chapter 7

Disaster!

The moment Gu Bei thought of Shen Siying’s ice-cold voice, her ears felt half-frozen.

She dialled back with trembling fingers. The line rang for at least fifty seconds. Just as Gu Bei thought Shen Siying wouldn’t pick up, the other woman’s displeased voice rang out.

“You must have eaten more than a hundred ‘bear hearts and leopard galls’ to grow this much courage.” Shen Siying’s tone was terrible; even the phone felt half-scared to death.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Important things must be said three times!

“Stop talking nonsense,” Shen Siying said impatiently. “I’m downstairs. Get yourself down here.” Then, she added a final: “Hurry up!”

Gu Bei shut down her computer, pulled the blinds, threw on her Chanel sweater coat, and flew toward the elevator like her life depended on it. She prayed the elevator wouldn’t be busy or stuck.

Of course, whatever you fear most happens.

One elevator was under maintenance, the red “Out of Order” sign glaring back at her. The other was stuck on the 31st floor and refused to come down. When it finally descended to the 22nd floor, the people inside were packed so tight they nearly flew out the moment the doors opened. Gu Bei could only watch it descend without her.

After waiting a few more minutes, the elevator remained stuck on various floors but simply wouldn’t come to the 22nd. She couldn’t be bothered to wait any longer. She tied her hair into a high ponytail with a black hair tie, stamped her foot, and headed for the “Emergency Exit.”

She was going to walk down 22 flights of stairs.

They say going downstairs isn’t hard, but in her 24 years of life, she had never tried a stunt like this. Once she experienced it—wow, it really wasn’t easy! Furthermore, she was currently a fragile Omega; her physical stamina was significantly worse than before she transmigrated. She was soon panting, and sweat beaded on her forehead.

By the time she reached the 11th floor, her knees felt sore and swollen. She stopped to stretch her waist and rub her knees, then pushed through another five floors in one go.

Her knees really couldn’t take it anymore. Gu Bei considered going back to wait for the elevator—after all, there were still six floors left. But when she tried to push open the gray hydraulic door of the stairwell, she found it was locked. She dragged her leaden legs to the next floor; good lord, that one was locked too.

She couldn’t exactly climb back up, so Gu Bei could only continue her “despair-filled” descent.

What a coincidence—the hydraulic door on the first floor wasn’t locked…

So the universe’s message was: If you don’t finish all 22 floors, it doesn’t count! Just how much was the original host disliked? Karma was clearly waiting for her right here.

Xiao Ba: “Gu Bei, you’re so great! I’m giving you a thumbs up.”

Gu Bei didn’t want to talk to it. She thought: If someone could turn off this ‘Transmigration Sprite’ that does nothing for the plot and only pours slop on me all day, I would thank their ancestors for eight generations!

Reaching the lobby, Gu Bei noticed the crowd was sparse—it definitely didn’t look like the kind of density that would jam up an elevator.

As she walked out of the automatic doors, she saw a black-and-silver two-tone Maybach parked arrogantly at the main entrance. Nearby vehicles and pedestrians were all forced to swerve around it.

Sitting in the back seat, Shen Siying lowered the window halfway and glared at Gu Bei. “Are you a snail or a tortoise?”

Gu Bei’s lip twitched. Cursing internally, she opened the door on Shen Siying’s side. Meeting Shen Siying’s look of utter confusion, she immediately slammed the door shut with a heavy “Bang,” circled to the other side, and got in there instead.

“Are you blind or has your brain rotted?” Shen Siying was referring to Gu Bei trying to open her side of the door. There was no logic in making the CEO scoot over to make room.

Gu Bei gave Shen Siying a polite, fake smile. Once she saw that Shen Siying wasn’t going to pursue the door incident, she slowly turned to look out the window. Her eyes rolled so far back they hit the sky as she silently mouthed a string of insults: “Crazy, arrogant dog, tomboy, stone-faced freak…”

After driving for a while, the pleasant car fragrance began to heal her bad mood. Sniffing carefully—wine-soaked roses… It probably wasn’t a fragrance, but someone’s “uncontainable” pheromones.

Gu Bei glanced at the time on the center console. It was just past four. She turned to look at Shen Siying, who was resting with her eyes closed. “Didn’t we say five o’clock?”

Shen Siying slowly opened her eyes and looked askance at Gu Bei. “Grandmother was busy in the kitchen and took a fall.”

Shen Siying was thirty-one, so Grandmother was at least in her seventies. Gu Bei hated seeing the elderly or children get hurt, so she asked sincerely: “Is she alright?”

Shen Siying raised an eyebrow slightly, not believing Gu Bei would actually worry about Grandmother. “What, were you hoping something happened to her?”

“What kind of talk is that? Am I that kind of person?”

Xiao Ba: “You are!”

Gu Bei calmed down instantly. Whether she was that person didn’t matter; by the looks of it, the original host definitely was.

Gu Bei fell silent, lowering her eyes and using her right fingers to pick at her left palm. Her long lashes cast shadows on her fair, slightly flushed cheeks. Shen Siying cleared her throat. “The family doctor is already there. Let’s get the flowers and cake and head over quickly.”

“Okay,” Gu Bei said. She looked up at Shen Siying’s perfectly sculpted profile—her pink earlobes adorned with vintage diamond and pearl earrings—and found herself momentarily mesmerized, unable to say another word.

The Maybach stopped in front of a shop with a minimalist “cold-style” decor. The driver quickly got out to open the door for Shen Siying, and Gu Bei followed.

“Go back.”

Gu Bei had just stepped out and hadn’t even reached Shen Siying’s side when she was barked to a halt. Shen Siying wanted her to stay in the car, so she could only obey.

Fine, she wouldn’t go. Besides, the exhaustion from climbing those stairs hadn’t worn off yet.

Xiao Ba: “You really are just giving up on yourself.”

Gu Bei had nothing else to do, so she asked with interest: “How so?”

Xiao Ba: “The original host would use every single opportunity to flaunt her status as the ‘legal wife.’ Otherwise, how are you going to get a ‘Bad End’?”

Xiao Ba didn’t give Gu Bei a chance to retort: “Also, the flower shop owner is a former classmate of the CEO and the CEO’s White Moonlight. They were an ‘Iron Triangle’ before differentiating. She definitely has news about the White Moonlight. Why don’t you go in there to dig for info, then create some crisis or be a stumbling block for them?”

Gu Bei: “What is wrong with you? Why must I go looking for trouble?”

Xiao Ba: “Because you’re the villain! An evil female supporting character! Your mission remains!”

Gu Bei pursed her lips and almost laughed out loud. Looking at the warm yellow lights inside the glass display window, she felt lonely for the first time since transmigrating. She turned her head the other way, refusing to look, feeling privately dejected.

Xiao Ba: “What’s this? What’s with the attitude? I’m talking to you!”

Gu Bei: “You think I wanted to be the villain? Who wouldn’t want to be the female lead, or at least the second lead? Instead, I transmigrated as Villainess N, and I’m supposed to bow and scrape and be grateful to you?”

Xiao Ba: “You, you, you! What is this? This is the first time I’ve met a transmigrator like you! Why can’t you just accept your identity and follow the plot? I don’t care—you must reach a ‘Bad End,’ do you understand?”

Gu Bei: “Your sister’s uncle! Why do I have to have a Bad End? Am I just begging for death?!”

Xiao Ba: “…”

[System tone:] Detected illegal operation: use of insulting language. 200,000 yuan has been automatically deducted from your account as a fee for the Transmigration Sprite’s code revision.

Gu Bei stared at the bank notification on her phone, utterly stunned.

“What the hell?!” She slapped her forehead, trying to knock Xiao Ba out. There was less than 500,000 yuan left in her card. How was she going to survive? This wasn’t a “Transmigration Sprite”; it was a “Card-Stealing Sprite” from a fraud syndicate!

“Give me back my money, you evil sprite! Liar! Thief! I’m calling the police!” She caught her breath. “I am so angry!”

Emotionally agitated, Gu Bei didn’t notice Shen Siying and the driver walking back to the car. The driver opened the door and placed the beautifully packaged flowers in the passenger seat; a fresh fragrance immediately filled the car.

Shen Siying glanced at the “frenzied” Gu Bei and turned her face toward the window in distaste. Gu Bei noticed that Shen Siying didn’t have the cake and blurted out: “Where’s the cake?”

She sounded like a kindergarten kid demanding a reward. The original host didn’t like cake and never asked about miscellaneous matters. The driver gave Gu Bei a surprised look through the rearview mirror.

Shen Siying’s mind instantly replayed Gu Bei’s silly look while eating the Madeleines—something she had never seen before. After all, they had lived together for three years and she had almost never seen Gu Bei eat sweets.

So, she couldn’t help but answer: “It’s rush hour. Driving back into the city center is a waste of time. I had a courier deliver it to the old estate.” Then, her face hardened as if she had said something wrong. “Why do you care so much?”

Gu Bei realized she had overstepped and quickly shut up. But at the thought that she could eat cake soon, her heart bloomed with joy.

Both before and after transmigrating, Gu Bei was a severe sweets-addict. The difference was that before, she had several cavities filled—only rushing to the dentist when the pain was unbearable. Now, the body belonged to the original host who didn’t like sweets, so her teeth were perfect, white, and bright.

None of you eat sweets, no wonder your lives are so bitter. Serves you right, Gu Bei thought.