Forced to Become the Female Villain's Doting Wife (GL) - Chapter 19.2

Su Xianxian was truly at her wits’ end. If Jiang Cuo’s hand moved up any further, she was going to burst out laughing—and it would be a “quack quack” laugh like a duck. Someone would definitely hear the commotion and be drawn here. Su Xianxian used all her strength to hold it in.

Then she grabbed Jiang Cuo’s elbow, intending to stand up. Her plan was to pull Jiang Cuo up and set her aside so she could call for help.

Once she had the plan, she started to implement it. She pulled Jiang Cuo’s hand away and slowly placed her hands on Jiang Cuo’s chin and neck, cupping her head to move her teeth away from her neck.

Su Xianxian hissed in pain. It seemed the bite on her neck was significant; she hoped it wasn’t bleeding. Jiang Cuo was usually so quiet and unsociable; you couldn’t tell she was so “sharp-tongued.” Using such an adjective for her was truly a grave injustice to Su Xianxian. She wouldn’t accept this next time.

However, as Su Xianxian stood up, she realized she was in trouble—her legs were numb. Not only did she fail to pull Jiang Cuo up, but because her legs gave out, she fell forward and knelt again. Afraid of crushing Jiang Cuo, she quickly supported herself with her elbows. The posture became even more awkward.

Su Xianxian now had both arms braced on either side of Jiang Cuo, who was half-lying on a pile of cardboard and clutter. Su Xianxian could now see Jiang Cuo’s expression clearly through the sliver of light.

Jiang Cuo’s usually pale, translucent face was now flushed red, as if shrouded in a crimson mist. Her eyes, which were usually cold enough to freeze someone, were now misty and brimming with moisture. They were half-closed and blurry, her eyelashes trembling, and the tear mole at the corner added a perfect touch of allure. The sharpness in those phoenix eyes was gone, leaving only soft vulnerability.

Their faces were incredibly close—so close that a strand of Su Xianxian’s hair, pulled down by gravity, fell onto Jiang Cuo’s face. The ticklish sensation on her cheek made Jiang Cuo frown slightly in displeasure, and she tried to reach out to brush the hair away.

Su Xianxian wanted to escape this awkward situation. The Jiang Cuo before her wasn’t the usual Jiang Cuo; this one didn’t care about anything and wouldn’t remember anything. Even if something embarrassing happened, she would be the only one embarrassed. But her legs were so numb she had completely lost sensation in her feet. If she’d known they would be this numb, she would have stood up sooner.

It’s all Jiang Cuo’s fault for biting my neck and not letting go. Is she a kitten? Does she have to carry me by the scruff like a mother cat?

Su Xianxian could only maintain this awkward position. By the time her arms were almost numb, her feet finally started to regain feeling.

[Trash System: Host, there are only five minutes left. You can’t delay any longer. I’ve enabled a cheat for you: as long as you call the butler within five minutes, there is an emergency ambulance nearby that can be dispatched.]

Su Xianxian used every ounce of her strength to try and stand up. However, the strand of hair falling on Jiang Cuo’s face was making Jiang Cuo extremely unhappy. Every time she tried to reach up to brush it away, Su Xianxian stopped her.

Jiang Cuo finally lost her patience and pushed Su Xianxian’s numb arm away. She thought her hands were free to deal with the hair and even showed a satisfied smile. But before she could enjoy the feeling, Su Xianxian lost her balance and fell directly onto her.

Su Xianxian’s loose hair fell all over Jiang Cuo’s face, and her lips slammed accurately into Jiang Cuo’s. Su Xianxian fell down as straight as a corpse. If there was even a one-in-ten-thousand chance that Jiang Cuo would remember this, she wanted her to know: I real-ly did not take advantage of you.

But the moment she fell and their lips crashed together, Su Xianxian realized that idol dramas were all lies. How could it be aesthetic? It hurt like hell. She could already taste blood; her lip must have been split.

Jiang Cuo, like a curious kitten, actually smacked her lips when she tasted the blood and then extended the tip of her tongue to lick the wound.

Su Xianxian clenched her fists, her almond eyes wide and round. She almost forgot how to breathe, and her heart began to race. This time, not only were her arms not numb, but her legs weren’t either. She sprang off Jiang Cuo like a leaping carp.

Jiang Cuo acted as if her doll had been taken away, reaching out blindly with her hands, muttering discontentedly, and smacking her lips. Finally, Su Xianxian sat cross-legged on the floor, regardless of her image. She held one hand out with her fingers splayed, pressing against Jiang Cuo’s face as she tried to crawl over for a hug. With the other hand, she called her butler, her face a picture of helplessness.

Now, she only prayed that the sober Jiang Cuo wouldn’t remember a thing. Otherwise, she’d be more than just “mud in the crotch”—she wouldn’t be able to wash herself clean even if she jumped into the Yellow River. She’d meddled in this today specifically so the future Jiang Cuo wouldn’t come back for revenge. How had things developed like this?

Su Xianxian’s lower lip had a large cut. She barely managed to stop the bleeding, but it was already red and swollen.

In the final minute, the ambulance arrived at the school. The butler understood Su Xianxian’s intent and had the private doctors silently carry Jiang Cuo into the ambulance on a stretcher without anyone noticing.

Su Xianxian tidied her appearance and stood by the window to let the breeze blow away the scent of alcohol she’d picked up from Jiang Cuo. She then went to the teacher’s office and told them Jiang Cuo had food poisoning and had been taken to the hospital to have her stomach pumped. She also requested a leave of absence for Jiang Cuo.

Afterward, Su Xianxian sat in the equipment room, waiting for the culprit to take the bait. The doorway still allowed a faint sliver of light to hit Su Xianxian’s face. Her mind was full of the sensation on her lips and the warmth of the body next to hers.

[Trash System: Don’t worry too much, Host. Congratulations! Your fusion degree with this system world is now 40%. Please keep it up!]

The system’s notification pulled Su Xianxian out of her whirlpool of memories. She immediately patted her throbbing head.

That’s right, why did I get so close to Jiang Cuo? Wasn’t it for the endless money in the future? In my previous life, I was alone and suffered so much just to survive. Transmigrating here was for comfort and enjoyment. Why obsess over so much? Besides, even if Jiang Cuo is the only rational female villain in this romance-brained book, she’s still a virtual character. Why worry so much over a 2D person?

Just as Su Xianxian tried to convince herself, the equipment room door creaked open. A sneaky, peeking person entered. Su Xianxian was sitting directly opposite the door, and her hawk-like eyes instantly locked onto the intruder.

Su Lian was startled by Su Xianxian, who radiated the aura of the King of Hell. The faint scent of alcohol still lingered in the room, but the scene she expected to see hadn’t appeared at all.

Su Lian hadn’t wanted to come; she didn’t want Su Xianxian to suspect her. But she had to, because her phone hadn’t received a single frame of surveillance from the micro-camera. Furthermore, class had already started, and neither Jiang Cuo nor Su Xianxian had appeared. Su Lian finally grew bold enough to take a look.

Besides, it was class time. If she could see what she wanted to see, she only had to scream for help, and the students and teachers would come to watch. Then Su Xianxian would be famous.

Su Lian hadn’t originally wanted to be this vicious; she just wanted Su Xianxian to be embarrassed and not get what she wanted. But at noon, she received a text from Su Jianxiu. He said the bag she wanted was unavailable because it was too expensive. Their family was currently having financial issues. And the culprit was Su Xianxian.

Su Jianxiu told her that if Su Xianxian hadn’t monopolized all the assets, their family wouldn’t have fallen to this state. Su Xianxian had forcibly changed the will and used tricks; otherwise, Su Xianxian’s current life would have been hers. The money Su Xianxian used and the things she owned should have been hers. Furthermore, because Su Xianxian was so heartless, her mother was still in a psychiatric hospital. If they had used expensive imported medicine long ago, her mother would have improved.

At that moment, Su Lian clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms. Thinking of her mother filled her with rage. Why did people call her mother a mistress? Her mother had been so gentle, her eyes full of nothing but love when she saw her. Her mother told her to get along with Su Xianxian because she was her sister and to be good to her. She listened as a child; she shared her dolls with Su Xianxian, but Su Xianxian didn’t care for them at all, even throwing them on the floor and stepping on them.

That was when she realized the dolls Su Xianxian had were expensive—things an average person couldn’t afford. Su Xianxian had no use for her dolls. Su Lian was young then and didn’t understand why Su Xianxian hated her so much. But when she started elementary school, her mother developed a mental illness. She didn’t know why, but Su Jianxiu told her it was because her mother was being pressured by Su Xianxian. Her mother wanted her to have a good life, but Su Xianxian was stingy and kept all the assets for herself.

Their family went from a middle-class life to a struggle, yet her father still treated her well, giving her the life of a princess and spending all his money on her. But as a child, Su Lian didn’t understand why people looked down on her despite her father being so good to her, calling her a mistress’s daughter. Her father told her it was because Su Xianxian hated her and made everyone isolate her. Since childhood, she had endured cold looks, had things stolen from her, had her hair pulled, had rotten eggs thrown at her, and was pointed at by adults.

She hated Su Xianxian. She wanted Su Xianxian to taste her pain—the pain of having one’s reputation destroyed for a lifetime and living in the midst of others’ gossip.

But the moment she opened the equipment room door, she was met by Su Xianxian, who radiated a powerful aura. In that instant, Su Lian immediately grew timid. She had gone against her mother’s instructions—her mother had once gently told her to be good sisters with Su Xianxian. But after that, her mother went mad and was sent to the psychiatric hospital; she never saw her again.

Su Lian slowly shuffled forward a couple of steps, her hands behind her back. Her heart was pounding like a drum, yet she still put on the face of a “white lotus.”

At that moment, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, slamming the equipment room door shut with a BANG!