After Transmigrating, the Female Lead Went Dark (GL) - Chapter 22

After kissing Xiao Xinyue, Zhou Zhuying’s heart pounded. She was terrified that the steel-straight female lead would be enraged. However, Xiao Xinyue was only stunned for a moment. The frost on her face quickly melted, and a smile returned.

“Is the Sect Leader paying a price here, or are you taking advantage of me?”

Zhou Zhuying’s cheeks were flushed. She secretly glanced at Xiao Xinyue. “Then should I let Saintess sister take it back?”

Hearing this, Xiao Xinyue readily returned the kiss. This kiss made the Sect Leader’s heart burn and her body go completely soft.

Ay, the female lead actually kissed me back!

Ah, the female lead’s superb kissing skills make one want to sink into them!

Is this worthy of being the female lead? With the female lead halo, she’s not only skilled in martial arts but also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Even her kissing skills are this high-level! I wonder if her skills in bed are just as good.

Tsk, what am I thinking? As a wholesome, future research big shot, why is my mind filled with yellow waste material all day?

Thinking this, she regained a little clarity. Xiao Xinyue sensed her resistance and ended the kiss.

Zhou Zhuying’s lips were bright red. She licked them and asked, “Has Saintess sister cooled down?”

Xiao Xinyue released her and said, “I wasn’t angry.”

Zhou Zhuying thought: Do you think I’m blind? That face was as black as if it had been smeared with pot ash just now, and you claim you weren’t angry.

But she said aloud, “Of course! Saintess sister is always magnanimous.”

Xiao Xinyue flicked her forehead. “Alright, stop flattering me. You just want to contact someone from Yunxi Pavilion, don’t you? I can help you. But you know that the current situation is unclear. Nothing you do can be known by outsiders.”

“Thank you, Saintess sister, I understand everything!” Zhou Zhuying was delighted and kissed Xiao Xinyue’s cheek again. Taking advantage of her still-good appetite, she quickly ate another bowl of rice.

Xiao Xinyue watched her quietly and didn’t bring up any more topics that would make the atmosphere tense.

A few days later, Xiao Xinyue indeed had someone bring back a sewing machine, and a woman in black appeared along with it.

The woman in black stood in front of Zhou Zhuying without speaking, just staring at her intently.

Zhou Zhuying felt unnerved by the scrutiny. She glanced at Xiao Xinyue, who lowered her gaze for a moment before introducing her with a smile. “This is Wen Xi, the Chief Supervisor of Yunxi Pavilion.”

Zhou Zhuying suddenly understood and enthusiastically greeted the other woman. “Supervisor Wen—” She felt her address sounded strange, as there was no concept of a “Chief Supervisor” in this era. So she corrected herself. “Supervisor Wen, hello!”

The expressionless woman in black nodded slightly and returned the greeting. “Hello.”

Zhou Zhuying instantly felt immense pressure. After all, she was just a university student with little experience dealing with social professionals, and she certainly didn’t know how to negotiate in the business world to secure maximum benefit for herself.

So, she looked to Xiao Xinyue for help.

Xiao Xinyue received her distress signal and smiled again, then told Wen Xi, “This Demon Sect Leader is the one who invented the sewing machine.”

“Oh,” Wen Xi replied. A moment later, a slight change appeared in her cold expression. She revealed a stiff smile. “This is truly surprising! I never expected there would be such a convenient sewing tool in the world!”

Zhou Zhuying: “…”

Your smile is really forced. There’s no happiness in forcing it, so please don’t strain yourself!

People in the martial arts world, especially skilled experts, often have peculiar temperaments, so Wen Xi’s calmness and composure didn’t surprise Zhou Zhuying. However, she was a little puzzled as to why the person from Yunxi Pavilion came so quickly.

“After I had someone build the sewing machine according to your drawings, I brought her over to see the real object. This matter will likely be settled this way,” Xiao Xinyue explained.

Zhou Zhuying thought: Does the female lead have telepathy with me? How does she know what I’m thinking?

“Saintess sister is indeed thoughtful!” The Sect Leader did not stint on praise.

Xiao Xinyue said, “I will handle the negotiation with her. Once we finish, you will make the final decision.”

Zhou Zhuying couldn’t ask for anything better; she was not good at negotiating. (Saintess: Are you sure?)

So Xiao Xinyue and Wen Xi went outside to talk, while Zhou Zhuying stayed behind to study the sewing machine.

Truthfully, she never doubted the technology of this era. Many modern people believe that certain precise parts, which they think can only be made by machines, are impossible for ancient people to create. In reality, many skilled artisans could produce fine components, but the cost was high, and the work was often labeled as “curious and useless crafts.” Thus, many people were unwilling to research practical applications further.

So, when Xiao Xinyue really had someone build the sewing machine for her, she wasn’t too surprised. She was simply excited to inspect its performance.

The Sect Leader acted immediately on her thoughts. She took out the cloak she had previously sewn—which looked like a centipede had crawled over it—and, following the operation she remembered, placed a corner of the cloak under the needle and pressed the pedal with her foot. The needle started slowly, then went faster and faster.

During the process, there was no delay or jam, which proved that the construction of this sewing machine was a success!

“It’s done!” Zhou Zhuying’s heart raced with the success of her first sewing machine build. She was more excited than when she first realized she had transmigrated.

Xiao Xinyue and Wen Xi seemed to have reached an agreement. Wen Xi brought in a few contracts that listed all the terms of cooperation between Yunxi Pavilion and Zhou Zhuying. For example, Yunxi Pavilion would buy the patent for the sewing machine from Zhou Zhuying, and Yunxi Pavilion would be responsible for production and sales. Zhou Zhuying would receive thirty percent of the net profit and would not need to participate in the operation.

Making money while lying down—sweet!

Zhou Zhuying reviewed it, found no major issues, and quickly signed and stamped the contract.

Wen Xi put the contracts away without looking at them, then nodded slightly to them. “I will take my leave now. No need to see me off.”

She left on her own accord, and Xiao Xinyue made no move to escort her, leading Zhou Zhuying to guess their relationship was indeed close, lacking the formality common between casual acquaintances.

Zhou Zhuying didn’t bother with Xiao Xinyue’s social network. She pulled Xiao Xinyue over to patiently explain how to use her sewing machine. Xiao Xinyue listened patiently and tried it herself, discovering with “surprise,” “I didn’t feel it when looking at the drawings, but seeing the real thing, this sewing machine truly is magical.”

“Isn’t it? With this sewing machine, you can finish several sets of clothes in a day! Why would anyone need to spend ten days to half a month sewing by hand without sleep? It not only saves labor costs but also increases efficiency.”

Xiao Xinyue nodded. “Mmm.”

“I wish I could improve the loom too,” Zhou Zhuying said, feeling a slight regret.

Unfortunately, she had never interacted with a loom before and didn’t know the structure of post-modern looms.

But Zhou Zhuying’s thoughts became active again, and her eyes sparkled. “Saintess sister, will I get a chance to visit Yunxi Pavilion?”

Xiao Xinyue didn’t intend to keep her confined to the Moshan Sect forever. She said, “Once the outside world is peaceful, I will naturally take you out. Never mind Yunxi Pavilion; we can travel all over the country.”

“That’s wonderful!” Zhou Zhuying was delighted. With the highly skilled female lead by her side, she wouldn’t have to worry about safety when traveling far!

“However, there is one thing you must be mentally prepared for. There might be some unexpected changes around the time of our wedding. You must listen to me then…” Xiao Xinyue instructed in a low voice.

Zhou Zhuying kept nodding her head.

In the blink of an eye, it was late December. The weather grew colder, and several heavy snowfalls occurred.

However, the cold weather did not dampen the festive atmosphere within the Moshan Sect. Although the sect members were not entirely satisfied with the object of their Saintess’s first major marriage, they still made every effort to decorate.

Large red lanterns, red silk, red candles, and red ‘Double Happiness’ paper-cuts were all prepared and hung up. From the Moshan Sect’s entrance to Xiao Xinyue’s room, everything was ablaze with red.

All the sects were invited to the Moshan Sect. Regardless of their true feelings about the wedding, on such a joyous day, everyone wore smiles and offered words of congratulation.

Amidst this seemingly festive and harmonious atmosphere, crisis quietly approached.