After Transmigrating as the Villain’s Scummy Alpha "Dainty" Wife, My Escape Failed (GL) - Chapter 14

The small yellow lamp at the bedside emitted a faint glow, casting light on the profile of a woman with disheveled hair.

The woman covered Jiang Wan’s mouth with one hand while placing the index finger of her other hand against her lips in a “shush” gesture.

Jiang Wan reached out and swatted Momo’s hand away. Taking a breath, she glared at her. “Wu Jiayi, do you have some kind of problem?”

Not sleeping in the middle of the night and leaning over someone’s bed to scare them—is that something a normal person does?

Momo smiled, brushing back the long hair that had fallen onto Jiang Wan’s face. “I just wanted to see if you were asleep and have a chat.”

Jiang Wan: “Can’t you just call my name normally to chat? Shoving such a big face over here… you nearly gave me a heart attack just now.”

Momo shrugged and sat up straight. “It’s a pity Miss Jiang is in perfect health and has a great appetite. No heart disease, and of course, no so-called ‘allergies’ either.”

Jiang Wan’s nerves suddenly tightened, but she responded with a composed expression. “What are you talking about? You saw my allergy symptoms yourself, I—”

“Oh, you mean these mosquito bites?” She poked Jiang Wan’s arm with a mischievous grin. “You mean these marks you scratched yourself? A real allergic reaction doesn’t look like that. You didn’t even try to make it look realistic.”

Jiang Wan pulled her arm back and sat up, meeting Momo’s gaze head-on. “What exactly do you mean?”

“Nothing much,” Momo giggled, then paused. “I just want to know… do you hate Jiang Ci?”

Jiang Wan narrowed her eyes, the pale yellow light playing across her flickering expression. After a long while, she seemed to understand something. The corners of her mouth curled upward into an ambiguous smile. “What if I do?”

“Then, how about a partnership?”

Jiang Wan’s smile widened. “I didn’t realize you were so calculating.”

Momo: “I’m sure you don’t want Jiang Ci to actually become the Village Head, right?”

Jiang Wan: “Hmm… I’m not keen on it. But why should I partner with you? To be honest, I find you quite annoying too.”

Momo’s eyes darkened, looking particularly deep in the dimly lit room.

“How about this,” she offered generously, “If I successfully become the Village Head, I’ll let you decide the special rules.”

If I can’t be the head, having control over the rules isn’t a bad trade.

Jiang Wan: “Fine, it’s a deal. But how do you want to cooperate?”

Momo blinked. “Tomorrow is Jiang Ci’s trial day as the candidate. If something goes wrong while she’s in charge, she naturally won’t be able to hold the position.”

“If you follow my lead tomorrow, not only will she fail to become Village Head, but she’ll also be cursed by netizens once the show airs. Her reputation will plummet.”

Jiang Wan nodded in agreement, though still slightly skeptical. She pulled the covers back up to lie down, muttering, “I didn’t think anyone’s obsession with being Village Head was deeper than mine. I’m just tired; I wish this crappy variety show would end already.”

The light went out. Momo lay beside Jiang Wan, staring at the woman’s silhouette in the dark, her eyes cold.

Not everyone is as lucky as you two, having a wealth of resources to squander.

She had exhausted all her strength just to fight for a spot on Home of Peaches and Plums. How could she return without making a splash or leaving an impression?

The next morning, Chi Yuan woke up stretching in bed, only to find that Jiang Ci, who had been sleeping beside her, was gone.

She rolled around a bit before remembering that before sleep, Jiang Ci had mentioned she was the acting Village Head today and planned to wake up early to make breakfast for everyone.

Out of habit, Chi Yuan took out her phone to scroll through Weibo before fully getting up, but she suddenly bolted upright. Without even putting on shoes, she dashed out the door.

In the kitchen, there was the sound of clattering pots and pans. Before long, the sweet, appetizing aroma of food wafted through the air, tempting hungry souls to investigate.

Chi Yuan ran her fingers through her short hair, ignoring her appearance as she entered the kitchen. Holding up her phone, she asked Jiang Ci, “What is this?”

The phone screen was on Jiang Ci’s Weibo homepage. A brief, pinned post read only four words: “It was an accident.”

The attached image was the photo of her and Jiang Ci leaning against the restaurant terrace yesterday, with the sea and sky in the background.

Following yesterday’s “Jiang Ci Kissed,” keywords like “Jiang Ci Responds” and “Jiang Ci Just an Accident” climbed the Hot Search. The public square was bustling with all sorts of speculations.

“In three minutes, I want all the info on the woman next to Jiang Ci.”

“Jiang Ci personally came out to clarify—what kind of true love is this?”

“Such intimate behavior… are they faking a CP? Did this season’s script for Home of Peaches and Plums get swapped for a romance show?”

“Pfft—don’t you know the crew’s style? They intentionally edited a gimmick for marketing, and the fans fell right into the trap.”

“The specific reason for the accident will definitely be in the full episode. Don’t be in a hurry to curse; watch the show first, okay?”

“So who is that short-haired woman anyway? She’s pretty and tall; she doesn’t lose out even standing next to Jiang Ci.”

“Report—never seen this person in the industry. I suspect she’s a non-celebrity.”

After a day of public opinion fermenting, Jiang Ci’s clarification this morning completely turned the tide. No one was cursing Chi Yuan anymore; instead, more people became curious about her true identity.

Jiang Ci glanced at the screen and said casually, “It’s exactly what you see.”

Because Jiang Ci’s reaction was so indifferent, Chi Yuan became the nervous one. “But… but didn’t the crew say the clarification would happen naturally when the episode airs?”

“Hmm… I guess I was a bit annoyed,” Jiang Ci said. “Everything I said is the truth. Why? Afraid I’ll offend the production team?”

Jiang Ci was a top-tier star; she naturally wasn’t afraid of conflict with the crew. But the show had just started. Down the line, she couldn’t stop them from cutting her screen time or malicious editing.

In short, coming out to clarify now had many disadvantages for Jiang Ci and almost no benefits.

Jiang Ci: “It was the crew’s fault; there was no need for them to curse at you.”

“I discussed it with my team last night. It shouldn’t have a big impact, and the crew hasn’t said anything, so they’ve likely accepted it.”

“Of course,” she added at the end, “I didn’t do this for you. I just wanted to tell my fans the truth so they wouldn’t be led astray by those entertainment marketing accounts.”

Chi Yuan looked at her reddened earlobes and chuckled, clutching her phone. “Then I thank Teacher Jiang for her profound sense of justice.”

Jiang Ci served her a bowl of white porridge. “Stop being cheeky. You were the one clamoring for porridge last night.”

Chi Yuan grinned as she took it. Sitting on a chair nearby with her bowl, she watched the busy Jiang Ci. A fleeting sense of “daily life as a married couple” crossed her heart.

The task assigned today for Home of Peaches and Plums was Outdoor Werewolf, covering the entire island.

Everyone drew a role card. There were three Villagers, three Werewolves, and three Special Roles: Seer, Witch, and Hunter.

If the Villagers successfully vote out the three Werewolves, the Villager team wins. Conversely, if the Werewolves successfully kill three Villagers, the Werewolf team wins.

“Dead players cannot leave a last will.”

“Werewolves also have hidden identities from each other. Every twenty minutes, they take turns to kill. Be careful of accidental team-kills.”

Meanwhile, multiple game points were set up across the island. Finding a point and completing the game would provide clues about a Werewolf’s identity. One game point provided only one clue.

Thus, under conditions where identities were unknown, Werewolves could also protect their information or find their teammates by completing games. The Seer could verify one player’s identity after a kill.

“Final tip: Do not reveal your role card unless absolutely necessary.”

“Anyone in the game might lie; do not trust others easily.”

Chi Yuan tapped her fingers on the table, propping her chin as she watched people go in and out of the interview room. Every guest who came out held a pitch-black role card. Their expressions were either happy or worried, but it was impossible to tell if they were real or feigned.

Chi Yuan felt she was in trouble. She had never been good at these kinds of brain-burning games.

Back in college, she used to participate in large-scale Werewolf games across dorms, but the experience was never pleasant. She’d either die without a clue or get voted out immediately because she couldn’t maintain a facade for even one round. She had zero sense of achievement. After playing several rounds, the sentence she said most was—”I’m a good person.”

She was a total “game black hole.”

With a heart full of trepidation, Chi Yuan entered the interview room. On the table facing the door sat a familiar ballot box.

A mechanical voice came from the speaker: “Guest Chi Yuan, please draw your identity card.”

Sigh—I hope I draw a normal Villager card that doesn’t screw over my teammates. I really don’t know how to play; I should just follow everyone’s rhythm.

But fate had other plans. Chi Yuan stared at the card in her hand: a Witch holding two bottles of potion, smiling at her with a cold, devilish grin.

She silently lit a candle for her teammates. Sorry, guys, your ‘pig teammate’ is about to go online.

Of all the cards, she had to draw the Witch. In Chi Yuan’s mind, this was second only to the Seer in terms of difficulty. When to save, when to poison… without a clear read on everyone’s identity, she might “GG” while still carrying both potions.

Jiang Ci came in after Chi Yuan. Seeing her face full of gloom, she didn’t forget to mock her. “What? Drew a Special Role?”

Chi Yuan’s shocked expression was impossible to hide. The words “How did you know?” were practically written on her face.

Jiang Ci watched her pure, unrefined reaction and bent over laughing. She’s way too easy to fool. One bluff and she falls for it.

She patted Chi Yuan’s shoulder. “Wait for it. Big sister will carry you to victory.”

Chi Yuan: “What if we aren’t in the same camp?”

Jiang Ci shrugged, her body brushing past Chi Yuan. Her lazy, sexy voice stimulated Chi Yuan’s eardrums: “Then you’d better pray for yourself, little white rabbit.”

Chi Yuan: “…”

Author’s Note:

Mini-Theater: “Jealousy”

During a set visit, Chi Yuan arrived at the film crew with a bouquet of bright pink roses.

She suddenly saw Jiang Ci chatting and laughing with a delicate, pretty girl.

Fuming, she snapped the wooden peach sword used for the scene, causing the prop team to gasp in horror.

But when Chi Yuan approached with a “catching a cheater” mindset, she realized the girl was a “Chi-Jiang” CP fan, and the two were discussing a recently popular fanfic.

Jiang Ci, looking at Chi Yuan who caused trouble every visit: “…Remember to pay for the damages.”