Forced to Become the Female Villain's Doting Wife (GL) - Chapter 18

After Jiang Cuo left, Su Xianxian stood there in a one-on-one staring contest with the puppy.

However, “Little One” seemed to know she had been mischievous and done something wrong. She wagged her big tail, lay flat on the floor, and used her paws to cover her eyes in a display of mock humility. The puppy currently looked like a little seal; her fluffy fur was matted against her body, making her look incredibly comical.

Su Xianxian couldn’t find it in her to be angry with such a cute creature. She could only resignedly take the puppy to be blow-dried. She would wait until the Samoyed’s fur was all fluffy again before performing a “furious” head-rub.

“Little One, do you have any idea? You almost ruined Mommy. Your godmother isn’t some easy person to deal with; don’t provoke her. Mommy might have to rely on you to build a good relationship with her in the future.”

[Trash System: Friendly reminder, Host. Since the Host previously expressed a desire for Jiang Cuo to tutor her, the considerate system has recorded this request. Please complete the mission of having Jiang Cuo tutor you within three days.]

Su Xianxian: “???”

What “considerate recording”? What “desire”? And why is it now a mission? Is this trash system even capable of doing anything human?

[Trash System: Heh heh heh. There’s no way around it; the Host brought this up herself. You can’t just propose something and then not do it, right?]

After finishing with the puppy’s head, Su Xianxian continued smoothing out the fluffy fur. There was no choice; Samoyeds were cute, but they were massive shedders.

‘I have other ways to increase the world’s fusion degree and lower Jiang Cuo’s Disgust Value. Why must I execute this specific mission? Isn’t this just a mandatory system requirement now? How can you call it “considerately fulfilling my prayer”?’

[Trash System: That is naturally because the Host will receive an additional bonus reward upon completing this mission. The system won’t let the Host lose out.]

Su Xianxian took a breath and finally relaxed. That’s more like it.

As she brushed the fur, she recalled the scene from earlier. She had to admit, Jiang Cuo truly deserved her title as the only rational Female Villain in this romance-brained world. Even in such an ambiguous and close-contact scene just now, the cold aura around her hadn’t dissipated one bit. Her eyes remained devoid of warmth.

It seemed her plan was indeed wise. Rather than trying to “capture” the Female Villain like in those cliché novels, it was better to mingle with her, treat her with sincerity, and become best friends.

Su Xianxian tried hard to recall the original novel. It seemed the text only mentioned that Jiang Cuo had gotten drunk once before going to college and lost her composure. Consequently, after becoming a corporate boss, Jiang Cuo—determined to prevent herself from making a fool of herself at the table—drank so heavily that she turned herself into a “sea of alcohol,” able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.

Thinking of this, Su Xianxian became curious. If the aloof and ascetic Jiang Cuo became flushed and soft-spoken from drink, wouldn’t that be an incredible “contrast charm”?

Meanwhile, having returned home, Jiang Cuo took out her textbooks and her meticulously organized notes. Originally, she had already finished today’s homework and review, but for some reason, she decided to go over everything in the books from beginning to end once more.

Jiang Cuo told herself this was just a routine review. It certainly wasn’t “lesson preparation” for a certain person. She just wanted to avoid trouble. She understood people with a clingy nature; once that person got what they wanted, they would surely stop pestering her.

Over at the villa, Su Lian was scrolling through her phone when she accidentally clicked on a post. It was a discussion about Su Xianxian and Jiang Cuo.

Currently, Su Xianxian’s public reputation had performed a 360-degree turnaround. Previously, because of her poor character, everyone would take a shot at her, adding a dose of jealousy into the mix. Now, because of Jiang Cuo, Su Xianxian had suddenly become a “Bai Fumei” (rich, white, beautiful) who was gentle, thoughtful, dominant, and powerful. A group of people was eagerly calling her a “Goddess.”

Su Lian couldn’t stand the sight of it. She commented under the post: [What Bai Fumei? She’s just living off someone else’s inheritance, a wild child with no parents. Have you all forgotten how arrogant and overbearing she used to be? You people are brainless.]

As soon as Su Lian’s comment was posted, the people in the thread exploded and began attacking her.

[Cola with Soda]: {Where did this bitter, red-eyed hater come from? You’re just jealous that our Goddess is rich, beautiful, and devoted. Why the slander? What’s the matter? Jealous that our Goddess is desk-mates with the top student Jiang Cuo? Lamenting the unfairness of the heavens because the Goddess didn’t descend to your side, so you started acting salty?}

[Lovely Lian Lian Lian]: {You people haven’t seen the world. I’m not envious. It’s not like I don’t have the things Su Xianxian has.}

[Erguotou’s Braised Pork]: {Use your brain before you brag, okay? One bag our Goddess carries costs more than your family’s food budget for a year, but when has our Goddess ever shown off? She’s so low-key. I bet someone is just jealous; all the bad things said about her before were probably spread by malicious people.}

[Lovely Lian Lian Lian]: {Truly brainless. Just another group of bootlickers. Humans shouldn’t talk to dogs; dogs only know how to woof, so go ahead and protect your master.}

[Yogurt Cube]: {Who is this person upstairs? Why so much hostility? You’re insulting people; someone kick her out already.}

Su Lian found herself muted. Furious, she threw her phone onto the sofa. She glanced at the schoolbag on the coffee table and clenched her fists, thinking of Su Xianxian’s expensive and exquisite bag. Indeed, her own bag wasn’t even worth a fraction of Su Xianxian’s.

No! Whatever Su Xianxian has, I must have too.

She had already stolen their father; it was just a stupid bag. She could have as many as she wanted. Su Lian immediately grabbed her phone, found a picture, and ran to the dining table. She sat next to Su Jianxiu and grabbed his arm. “Daddy, Daddy, was work tiring today?”

Su Jianxiu had always doted on Su Lian because she was perceptive, knew how to talk, and could make him happy. He rubbed her head affectionately. “Not tiring. Is there something you’ve taken a liking to?”

Su Lian smiled knowingly. “Daddy shouldn’t say that. You’re already so tired from work; how could I just ask for whatever I want? That would be so disobedient.”

“My Lian’er is just too sensible. Not like your sister, who doesn’t even understand human speech. It’s fine; whatever you like, just tell Daddy. Daddy will get it for you.”

Su Lian wore a sensible smile, but beneath her lowered lashes, her eyes held a mocking sneer.

“Daddy, don’t say that about Sister. After all, Sister didn’t have Daddy by her side to teach her, so her character is naturally worse. Unlike me—I have both parents by my side and someone to love me. Sister has nothing but money; she’s so pitiful. Daddy shouldn’t say those things anymore.”

As Su Lian spoke, her phone “accidentally” slipped from her pocket and hit the floor with a clang. She hurried to pick it up and placed it on the table. Su Jianxiu immediately saw the picture of the schoolbag on the screen.

“Lian’er wants this? Then buy it. If the phone is broken, get a new one. It’s almost your mother’s birthday; pick out a set of cosmetics for her too. Daddy will pay.”

Su Lian’s smile widened instantly. “Thank you, Daddy! Daddy is the best!”

Su Lian left the table satisfied. As she passed Su Jianxiu’s study, she noticed the wine cabinet opposite the door. Inside were bottles of very expensive red wine. Her eyes darted around, and a trace of malice flashed across her face.

The water that floats a boat can also sink it. Right now, they were praising Su Xianxian to the skies, but if a stain appeared on her character, these same people would be the ones to trample her the hardest and curse her the most.

She wanted to show them what Su Xianxian’s true face was. Su Xianxian likes Jiang Cuo? Then she would play the role of the matchmaker and let them taste the “joy” of love ahead of schedule. She would give them a helping hand—one that would get them both expelled so they could be a couple sooner.

Despite the awkwardness in the bathroom the day before, Su Xianxian arrived at school looking perfectly calm. She occasionally chatted with Jiang Cuo, attempting to increase their intimate contact. She noticed that Jiang Cuo wasn’t as resistant as usual this time. As long as she wasn’t too over-the-top, Jiang Cuo acted as if she didn’t see it and didn’t mind.

However, Su Xianxian had an ominous premonition. She felt like Su Lian was watching her with an unfriendly gaze today. It made her back feel chilly. Unfortunately, Su Lian’s role in the original book was too minor. Even if Su Lian wanted to pull some tricks, Su Xianxian couldn’t predict them; she could only accept them passively and then try to turn the crisis into an opportunity.

During another boring English class, Su Xianxian started dazing off. Her thoughts drifted to the first three chapters of the original book, which recorded the “evil” of the original Su Xianxian in just a few lines. When she read the book, she was focused on the protagonists; why would she pay attention to a cannon fodder?

Now, thinking carefully… what exactly did the original Su Xianxian do to Jiang Cuo in the book that upgraded her to a “death-seeking” cannon fodder?

Alcohol…

Something suddenly flashed in Su Xianxian’s mind. No wonder she remembered it last night. Jiang Cuo’s greatest contrast charm was that after drinking, she became delirious and her body became soft and weak.

She had this impression because, in the original book, the cannon fodder Su Xianxian couldn’t stand Jiang Cuo’s aloof and ignoring manner. It bruised her high-and-mighty ego as a young mistress, so she used various methods to try and make Jiang Cuo bow to her. Furthermore, the original Su Xianxian was undisciplined, arrogant, and acted without thinking. Eventually, she listened to someone’s suggestion and used red wine to get Jiang Cuo drunk.

It was this incident that completely enraged Jiang Cuo. Although Jiang Cuo wasn’t the Female Lead, as the Big Female Villain, she also possessed a “protagonist’s halo” in the book. Consequently, the Su Xianxian in the book went “offline” right then, surviving only for the first three chapters. The reason Su Xianxian remembered this so clearly was that after Jiang Cuo became successful in the future, she sought revenge on Su Xianxian. A final few lines described Su Xianxian squandering her family fortune, becoming destitute, abandoned by everyone, and dying alone in misery.

Based on Su Xianxian’s intuition, since she had transmigrated into this world, even if she changed the original character’s trajectory, the major plot points that were meant to happen would likely still occur. It was best to be careful these few days.

Meanwhile, Su Lian had already poured the bottle of 1982 Lafite from the wine cabinet into an identical beverage bottle. Fearing the alcohol wasn’t strong enough, she even added one-third Erguotou. She didn’t dare add too much, afraid the color would become too light and Jiang Cuo would notice.

She waited until noon when the students went to the cafeteria. To save money, Jiang Cuo always ate the cheapest box lunch from the cafeteria. Suddenly, a student came over and handed her a drink, saying Su Xianxian had sent it.

To prevent anything from happening, Su Xianxian skipped her own exclusive lunch and sat at the table next to Jiang Cuo, watching her like a hawk. Jiang Cuo glanced at Su Xianxian and silently accepted the drink.

Su Xianxian finished a tasteless lunch, her eyes hurting from staring. Seeing Jiang Cuo leave, she immediately followed. Unexpectedly, on the way, she bent down for a second to tie her shoelace, and when she looked up, she had lost her. She thought Jiang Cuo had returned to the classroom and didn’t think much of it. But halfway there, a classmate told her Jiang Cuo had gone to the lounge.

Su Xianxian: “???”

She was perfectly fine; why would she go to the lounge?

Su Xianxian didn’t recognize this person and didn’t intend to believe her, but the girl directly grabbed her arm and forcibly dragged her away. Su Xianxian had roughly predicted what was happening. She could only half-protest as the person led her there.

Upon arriving, Su Xianxian saw that this wasn’t a lounge at all—it was clearly the equipment room. The person forcibly opened the door, shoved Su Xianxian inside, and locked the door behind her.

No way. Even if she’s eighteen, they can’t play like this.

Su Xianxian could already smell it—a faint, sweet yet pungent scent of alcohol. She turned around, intending to force the door open, when she heard a low, teeth-gritting growl of suppressed anger from behind her:

“Su… Xian… Xian.”