Forced to Become the Female Villain's Doting Wife (GL) - Chapter 2

Su Xianxian had heard that in moments of extreme awkwardness, impending social death, or when one intensely fears something is about to happen but it does anyway, one feels as though everyone and everything freezes for an instant.

Su Xianxian never believed this before, but now, she felt that the saying was absolutely correct.

Jiang Cuo abhorred her. Even sitting at the same desk, without any physical contact—just the exchange and transmission of air—Jiang Cuo’s disgust seemed to overflow.

If she accidentally touched Jiang Cuo’s body, what would happen?

Jiang Cuo would probably devour her.

Consequently, in that moment of crisis, Su Xianxian’s brain reacted rapidly.

It was said so quickly, yet it happened so fast: just as her body was about to crash fully into Jiang Cuo’s embrace, and as the blue and white school uniform filled her vision and the light, elegant orchid scent filled her nostrils, Su Xianxian made a snap decision. She extended her index finger and accurately placed it against Jiang Cuo’s collarbone.

Jiang Cuo clearly did not keep up with Su Xianxian’s reaction.

The moment Su Xianxian started to fall toward her, Jiang Cuo completely froze.

Jiang Cuo had never had such close contact with anyone.

She had never felt another person’s presence suddenly invade her personal space.

Su Xianxian’s extended index finger pressed hard against Jiang Cuo’s collarbone.

This caught Jiang Cuo even more off guard, and she was pushed back, leaning against her chair.

Su Xianxian’s entire body was balanced solely on her index finger and Jiang Cuo’s collarbone.

Su Xianxian didn’t even need to look up to imagine the expression of shock and fury on Jiang Cuo’s face as she stared at the top of Su Xianxian’s head.

Even through the thin school uniform, the heat of the skin on Jiang Cuo’s collarbone traveled to the tip of Su Xianxian’s finger.

It was so hot that Su Xianxian wanted to pull her hand back immediately.

Around them, the classmates who were shipping the couple seemed to slow their breathing as well.

Su Xianxian was now in a state of being neither forward nor backward.

Her leg was numb, so she couldn’t push off. She couldn’t use force with her upper body either.

If she trembled, she would still fall into Jiang Cuo’s arms.

In that case, her action of holding Jiang Cuo’s collarbone with her index finger would look suspiciously like a seductive move of feigned rejection.

This would only make Jiang Cuo’s Disgust Value soar.

Yet, Jiang Cuo was completely stiff, like a wooden block, showing absolutely no reaction whatsoever in front of her.

Su Xianxian could only sense Jiang Cuo’s breathing becoming hotter and more rapid.

It wasn’t until Su Xianxian’s index finger went numb that she gathered the courage to slightly raise her head.

Unexpectedly, this movement sent her directly into a pair of deep, dark phoenix eyes.

Only then could Su Xianxian see Jiang Cuo’s eyes clearly: they were a profound black, like a massive vortex in the deep sea, dragging people down and draining their energy.

Even more terrifyingly, their noses were separated by only one millimeter.

Su Xianxian could even feel the tickle of the tiny fine hairs on their noses brushing against each other.

[System: Congratulations, Host! Your fusion degree with this world has increased by 1%.]

Su Xianxian: ?

What was this strange thing again?

If there was such a virtual thing as a system, why didn’t it help her solve this awkward predicament?

[System: That’s strange, Host. Logically, Jiang Cuo dislikes Su Xianxian so much, so why hasn’t Jiang Cuo’s Disgust Value for Su Xianxian increased when the Host is this close to her?]

Su Xianxian sneered inwardly.

This system probably hadn’t heard of the phrase, the calm before the storm.

Just as the entire classroom was so quiet that a dropped pin would be audible, the piercing sound of the class bell suddenly rang.

Su Xianxian was startled, lost her balance, and fell straight down.

Luckily, she reacted quickly and tilted her head sideways.

She only lightly grazed Jiang Cuo’s cheek, and her own chin bumped against Jiang Cuo’s shoulder. She immediately bounced back and returned to her seat.

When the class bell rang, everyone was in a frantic rush to get back to their seats, so no one noticed Su Xianxian’s lightning-fast, one-second reaction.

The female teacher, wearing a neat work uniform, stood at the podium, pushed up her black-rimmed glasses, and instinctively scanned the class, her first glance falling on Su Xianxian.

What surprised her was that Su Xianxian, in this class, almost made her glasses fall off.

Su Xianxian was sitting there obediently, both hands neatly placed on the desk, looking like an elementary school student with perfect posture.

In contrast, Jiang Cuo, who was usually attentive, was now staring down, her mind elsewhere, clearly distracted and lost in thought.

One didn’t need managing, and the other couldn’t be managed.

The teacher decided to focus on teaching.

Su Xianxian was outwardly calm but incredibly flustered inside.

‘What kind of hellhole is this? Why did I come here?’

Su Xianxian tried to communicate with the strange beeping sound using telepathy.

[System: Hello, Host. Welcome to the virtual world of the book. Since your name overlapped with the cannon fodder female side character’s name, and you had the thought of reciting the whole text and preparing to transmigrate, your wish was detected by the system and has been fulfilled.]

Su Xianxian: ‘…’

[System: Until the Host fully integrates with this world, this trash system will fully support and help you! Since this system scored last in every system exam, it was named the Trash System. I heard the word ‘trash’ is a vocabulary word from the Host’s world? Host, what does ‘trash’ mean?]

Su Xianxian: ‘…’

For a moment, she didn’t know whether to be happy or worried.

She had read many transmigration novels. If the system was too powerful, the Host would be suppressed. A milder system would be easier to handle, but if the system was too idiotic, wouldn’t that mean…

‘Then what did you mean by “binding the big villain Jiang Cuo”?’

[Trash System: Because the Host only has a survival time of the first three chapters in the book. However, in the macro worldview of the entire book, the first three chapters only occupy a small portion of time. If the Host wants to live long in their own time, they must form a connection and contact with the book’s main characters.]

Su Xianxian understood.

The book, after all, centered around the Female Lead. Although Jiang Cuo had many scenes, she was only the Female Villain. The Female Lead and Jiang Cuo were not high school classmates.

And Su Xianxian, as the vicious female side character in the book, was a mere tool used to create difficulties and obstacles for Jiang Cuo.

If she wanted to integrate with the world and connect with the main characters, she could maintain her personality from being erased.

It was simply a choice between the Female Lead or the Female Villain Jiang Cuo. She had to constantly interact with one of them to maintain her consciousness.

The Female Lead wouldn’t appear until college…

Su Xianxian sat bolt upright, staring straight ahead, but her eyes subtly darted to the right, stealing a glance at Jiang Cuo.

So, she only had one choice left.

But thinking of Jiang Cuo’s methods in the future…

She was a decisive, major figure in the entertainment industry. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to describe her as “one who can cover the sky with a single hand”!

Su Xianxian was terrified inwardly.

But then she remembered that her current identity in the book was a rich second-generation heir; she had money to spend for several lifetimes!

In her original world, this was something she dared not even dream of.

She could endure it for the money!

Besides, the sweet Female Lead’s personality was so nice. If she could just hold on until college and then find the pure, sweet Female Lead, she could spend money to promote her, letting the Female Lead remember her kindness. At that point, the big villain would no longer be a problem!

Beside Su Xianxian, Jiang Cuo’s cold brows were furrowed tightly.

Jiang Cuo felt like the sensation of Su Xianxian’s cheek brushing hers was still there.

If it weren’t for the fact that they were in class, she would rush to the restroom and vigorously scrub her face a few times.

Jiang Cuo was currently feeling an indescribable irritation.

She kept feeling that Su Xianxian’s scent lingered near her.

It was an overwhelmingly sweet, milky fragrance.

How could an arrogant, spoiled young woman have such a cloyingly sweet scent?

Su Xianxian, who could clearly feel the increasing pressure radiating from Jiang Cuo, quietly drew in her neck.

[Trash System: Host, the system detects that Jiang Cuo’s body temperature is continuously rising, and her Disgust Value toward the Host hasn’t increased! Could it be that Jiang Cuo was moved by the Host’s sincere words just now?]

‘Moved my butt. She’s clearly furious.’

‘Also, that fusion degree nonsense you mentioned—what do I need to do to increase my fusion degree with this world?’

Su Xianxian knew that the fusion degree had to be extracted from Jiang Cuo.

But her small heart trembled just at the thought of it.

[Trash System: The system will now search for the keyword ‘fusion degree’ for the Host. The answer has been found: The Host’s fusion degree with this world comes from Jiang Cuo. Therefore, to obtain fusion degree, the Host must make contact with Jiang Cuo, whether it be physical contact, mental contact, or spiritual contact.]

Su Xianxian: ‘Huh?’

She asked a physics question, and this system gave her an abstract, spiritual answer?

[Trash System: Oh dear! Host, the system’s level is too low. But look on the bright side, Host—doesn’t this mean the system hasn’t set any rules or limits for you? You can do whatever you want! Friendly reminder, Host: You must have an increase in intimacy of 0.1 or more with Jiang Cuo every day! What lesson does this teach the Host? It means that to succeed and possess endless wealth, you must be gradual, persistent, and not miss a single day!]

Su Xianxian scoffed with a contemptuous smirk in her mind.

‘I’ve heard too much of this beautiful talk. Interpreted, doesn’t it just mean that you have no idea what I need to do to increase the fusion degree? Some of the things I do will increase it, and some won’t, so I’m on my own.’

Physical contact was easy to understand.

But Jiang Cuo hated her so much right now that if she tried physical contact, the Disgust Value would definitely rocket up…

As for “mental contact” and “spiritual contact”… if she couldn’t even touch her body, how could she hope for deeper communication?

Su Xianxian quietly looked around.

She was a high school student now. Although Jiang Cuo was the future mature Female Villain, she was also a high school student now; no matter how formidable she became later, she was currently still a bit naive and immature.

On the podium, the female English teacher spoke passionately.

The high school classroom was spacious and bright, with eight rows across and two desks pushed together.

Because in this world where “love is supreme,” opportunities to generate romantic hormones must be provided.

The English teacher/homeroom teacher was a compulsively neat Virgo; the desks had to be perfectly aligned.

There could not be a single gap between the two desks, so even if Jiang Cuo grew wings, she couldn’t escape. No matter how uncomfortable she was, she had to sit there and stay composed.

So Su Xianxian tore a piece of paper from her notebook and wrote profusely on it. Who hadn’t passed notes during class in high school?

At the top, in large characters, were the three words: Letter of Reconciliation.

Su Xianxian believed she wrote with genuine emotion and sincerity.

It basically stated that the physical contact was truly unintentional, compelled by the dual pressure of having a numb leg and a numb hand, which regrettably led to touching Classmate Jiang Cuo’s precious cheek and shoulder.

After finishing, Su Xianxian meticulously folded the note into quarters, then stared straight at the blackboard.

She secretly placed the small note on Jiang Cuo’s desk, a perfect execution of feigned indifference.

Su Xianxian watched the note with her peripheral vision; it was just one centimeter from Jiang Cuo’s fingertip.

Her heart was pounding nervously.

She wished the note had tiny feet (jio) to jump into Jiang Cuo’s hand.

Jiang Cuo, who had been looking down for most of the class, finally raised her head and, as if granting a favor, looked at the small note Su Xianxian had passed over.

The moment Jiang Cuo’s finger touched the note written by Su Xianxian’s golden hand, the system prompt immediately sounded.

[Trash System: Congratulations, Host! Your fusion degree with this world has increased by 0.1%…]

Su Xianxian was overjoyed and was about to sit up straight and take a deep breath.

Before the joyous feeling fully registered, she saw Jiang Cuo frown. Jiang Cuo used her slender, fair index and middle fingers to quickly pinch the note, crumple it up, and throw it away.

[Trash System: We are sorry, Host. Your fusion degree with this world has decreased by 0.1%.]

Su Xianxian: “…”

Su Xianxian was stuck with a breath she didn’t know whether to let out or hold in.

The happiness came quickly, and it vanished just as quickly, as if it had never arrived.

And this Trash System! It should have just said the fusion degree increase failed!

It added it, then canceled it? For just 0.1!

Truly stingy and destined not to achieve great things.

Moreover, Su Xianxian clearly felt that after passing the note, Jiang Cuo’s expression worsened, her face turning an even darker shade.

Consequently, Su Xianxian didn’t find an opportunity to speak to Jiang Cuo until school ended, let alone attempt any other form of contact.

Su Xianxian walked out of the school gate, carrying her expensive book bag.

The “dejected” emoji perfectly described her current state.

[Trash System: Host, you must cheer up! You can’t give up!]

Su Xianxian: I’m tired, let’s just destroy it all.

But as Su Xianxian stepped out of the school gate, she looked up and saw a long limousine parked right in front of her. The butler, wearing a black suit and white gloves, thoughtfully opened the car door for her.

She didn’t need to look to know that everyone’s envious gazes were fixed on her.

This was Su Xianxian’s first experience of the rich second-generation treatment: being chauffeured to and from school in a luxury car.

Was this the joy of being rich?

Su Xianxian’s mood instantly lifted!

‘System, tell me exactly how many assets I have.’

[Trash System: Um… the system calculated roughly twenty-something billion. These assets were left to Su Xianxian by her deceased maternal grandparents.]

Su Xianxian:!

Motivation! It just arrived!

This was enough money for her to squander for several lifetimes!

She thought about how, in her original world, she had studied so hard, worked part-time, gone to a decent university, and became a worker with a monthly salary of just over 20,000.

Yet, she became a mortgage slave at a young age.

Because she had no parents, she wanted a home in the city, and she needed a house to provide her with a sense of security.

She couldn’t truly call herself an orphan, but she was essentially one. In her original world, she had a living father, but he cheated, had other children, and abandoned her and her mother.

Her mother raised her alone and passed away from illness when she was in middle school.

After that, she only had herself.

Su Xianxian sat in the luxury car, brazenly crossing her legs and looking at the various people outside the window.

Did Heaven finally take pity on her and send her to this world to enjoy life?

Su Xianxian sat in the comfortable, steady luxury car.

Forty minutes later, they stopped in front of an extremely opulent villa.

The butler opened the car door for her.

Su Xianxian lifted her face into the signature smile of a wealthy young lady, holding down her skirt, and elegantly stepped out of the car.

Then, she looked up and came face-to-face with Jiang Cuo, who had just stopped her electric scooter.

Su Xianxian: “…”

Su Xianxian froze in her posture of stepping out of the car.

The book never mentioned the Female Villain being this down-to-earth in high school, riding a scooter home from school…

Wait… the important thing was, why was Jiang Cuo coming back with her?

Also, how was riding a scooter as fast as a luxury car?

And why was Jiang Cuo’s face so calm?

[Trash System: Sorry, Host. Due to the system’s low level, it can’t leave the original Host’s memories with you like other systems, so the Host can only rely on her own efforts.]

Su Xianxian was so stunned by Jiang Cuo’s face that she stumbled. Her back foot tripped while getting out of the car, and her body swayed, threatening to fall toward Jiang Cuo, who had just parked her scooter and turned sideways.

It was a familiar scene, just a different location.

Su Xianxian remembered that the fusion degree hadn’t increased.

And she just so happened to need physical contact with Jiang Cuo.

So, she let the awkwardness bloom for a second time.

She was coming clean. She wouldn’t dodge anymore.

The sweet, milky fragrance was coming. She was coming.