I Turned Out to Be the Paranoid Villain's White Moonlight - Chapter 5

Zhan Yao truly felt a bit of pity for her.

Yu Wanqiao had the family background, the ability, and the looks. Any one of those traits would be enough to outshine most people. But perhaps because the author didn’t want her to overshadow Xu Yingxi, she was cursed with this “madness.”

Being a bit “crazy” was one thing, but now she even had Parkinson’s. It really was hard on her.

Zhan Yao glanced at Yu Wanqiao. Seeing the woman remain silent, she took it as a silent admission. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’m just asking; I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Even if this disease can’t be cured, it can be controlled with medication. If you need anything in the future, just ask. I can take care of you.”

Yu Wanqiao looked up at her. “Miss Zhan knows how to take care of people?”

“I do.” Zhan Yao shot her a look. Although she was raised as a pampered heiress, she hadn’t slacked on learning the things she was supposed to know. “As long as the money is right, everything is negotiable.”

“…”

The atmosphere fell silent for a few seconds following her statement. After a while, Yu Wanqiao actually let a soft smile play on her lips. “Miss Zhan is a very straightforward person. I like dealing with people like that.”

She smiled. She had actually smiled again.

The system, witnessing all this, was utterly baffled. Is this really the cold-blooded, inhumane big villain from the book? Why does she smile when she’s hit, and smile when she’s insulted?

The system began to wonder if the plot had left something out—perhaps the villain had some… “special” interests.

“However, I don’t have Parkinson’s,” Yu Wanqiao added. “Aside from my psychological condition, there are no other issues with my body.”

Is that so?

Zhan Yao nodded and didn’t press further, releasing the woman’s hand. “That’s good, then.”

She had only taken one bite of the dessert on the table. Having finally reclaimed a bit of her past happiness, Zhan Yao stopped talking and focused on enjoying the cake.

She ate beautifully, quietly and elegantly. She followed the etiquette of not speaking while eating—to her, talking further would be a sign of disrespect to the food. She lowered her eyes, forked a piece of cake, and chewed slowly. During this time, Yu Wanqiao didn’t speak again, staying by her side until she was finished.

When they left, Yu Wanqiao drove her back.

She was someone who preferred quiet; aside from necessary work staff, she rarely had company. Only the two of them were in the spacious car. Zhan Yao casually rolled down the window, enjoying the night breeze in the luxury car, feeling perfectly at ease.

After relaxing for a while, she remembered something. “Since we’ve decided on a contract marriage, calling you ‘Miss Yu’ in front of others might seem a bit distant.”

“Perhaps we should change how we address each other?”

“Indeed,” Yu Wanqiao replied immediately. “Then, Miss Zhan might as well call me Wanqiao.”

“Mhm,” Zhan Yao agreed. “Then you should stop calling me Miss Zhan. Just call me Yaoyao; everyone close to me calls me that.”

Yu Wanqiao nodded. “Alright.”

As she spoke, the car made a turn and arrived at the destination.

Zhan Yao pushed open the door and stepped out, saying goodbye. As she turned, her beautiful hair swayed in the night breeze, every strand seemingly shimmering under the moonlight. “Goodnight.”

Yu Wanqiao responded, “Goodnight, Yaoyao.”

Her tone sounded no different than before, but if one listened closely, it was much softer and gentler. As Zhan Yao met her gaze, a strange illusion flickered in her heart—as if someone had called her that many times before. But the feeling vanished in an instant.

Zhan Yao nodded and gave the woman in the car a bright smile in response.

When she got back to the dorm, Ding Xiaoxiao and Jiang Yi were already there.

The woman who had spent so lavishly at the fair had left quite an impression, and Ding Xiaoxiao was excitedly sharing the news.

“It’s the first time in my life someone has appreciated my perfume that much!” she said, looking incredibly energized. “You have no idea—she bought everything!”

“And she gave me so much! So much!” Xiaoxiao continued. “I’ve never seen that much money enter my account at once in my twenty-something years!”

“Do you think my perfume is actually that good? Could I compete with international brands one day?”

As a young woman in her early twenties, Xiaoxiao was full of a unique cuteness and vigor. Jiang Yi was quickly infected by her enthusiasm. “What happened? Tell me everything!”

Xiaoxiao leaned in closer to Jiang Yi. “It went like this…”

As the two were chatting happily, Zhan Yao pushed the door open.

Seeing her return, Ding Xiaoxiao jumped up and pulled her over to sit. The interaction between Zhan Yao and that beautiful woman at the fair had been far from ordinary; Xiaoxiao suspected they knew each other. “Alright, spill it! Is that person your friend, Yaoyao?”

“That person?” Zhan Yao let out a yawn. The night breeze had been so comfortable it made her sleepy. “Who do you mean?”

“The beautiful woman who bought all my perfume,” Xiaoxiao said.

“Oh.” Zhan Yao nodded. “I do know her.”

“She looks so rich.” Ding Xiaoxiao was genuinely happy for her friend. “I didn’t know you knew someone like that. She’s not one bit inferior to Xu Yingxi!”

“Who do you think is better between them?” At the mention of Xu Yingxi, Zhan Yao became interested.

“Her, obviously!” Xiaoxiao said without hesitation. “She’s taller than Xu Yingxi, prettier than Xu Yingxi, and her taste is way better.”

“Mhm.” Zhan Yao smiled. “She said your perfume smells very good.”

That one sentence made Ding Xiaoxiao even more overjoyed.

Zhan Yao stopped talking and “knocked” on the system in her head, thinking aloud: See? Anyone with eyes can see Yu Wanqiao is a hundred times better than Xu Yingxi. Unlike some systems that treat that dog-scum like a treasure.

System: “…”

The host is being sarcastic again, isn’t she? Fearing she would become the target of her host’s ire, the system remained silent. Seeing no response, Zhan Yao lost interest and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Before bed, she checked her phone. As expected, a message from Xu Yingxi popped up—not a public post this time, but a private DM.

[Zhan Yao, what on earth do you mean by this?]

[I need an explanation. I really cannot accept your behavior these past few days.]

That was from an hour ago. Seeing that Zhan Yao hadn’t replied, Xu Yingxi’s tone had softened slightly in the next message.

[The conflict between us lately has been deep. I’ve thought about it, and it’s not just you; I’ve also made mistakes. We have a long future ahead, we need to be more tolerant of each other.]

[But regardless, you can’t always treat me like this. I must see you tomorrow at the café next to your school. Don’t you dare not show up!]

Hah, who are you threatening?

Zhan Yao ignored her and switched to WeChat. She soon found that besides Yu Wanqiao’s friend request, there was another application from tonight.

ID: [180cm, plays basketball, has abs.]

Zhan Yao: “…”

Not sure where this “over-confident man” came from, Zhan Yao clicked on the message he left with the request:

[I fell in love with you at first sight at the fair. Add me, beautiful, give me a chance.]

[Why haven’t you added me yet? The photos on my Moments are me. What, not satisfied?]

[Hurry up and accept. Stop acting all modest, you’re telling me this doesn’t charm you?]

Confirmed: a total psycho.

The dead of night was the perfect time for trouble. Zhan Yao smiled and pressed ‘Accept,’ then switched back to Xu Yingxi’s chat and typed: [Fine, I’ll go. What clothes are you wearing tomorrow?]

The reply came almost instantly—Xu Yingxi must have been waiting by her phone: [That’s more like it. Wear the one you usually like the most.]

“Heh.”

Zhan Yao switched back to WeChat and sent the “Abs Guy” the time, address, and the physical description of what Xu Yingxi would be wearing. It was late; her roommates were all in bed, and only a small desk lamp was lit, its dim light reflecting Zhan Yao’s cold smirk.

Jiang Yi happened to glance over. “Yaoyao… what are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Zhan Yao shook her head, then remembered Jiang Yi worked part-time at that café. “By the way, Jiang Jiang, are you working tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Jiang Yi nodded. “Why?”

“I’m inviting you to watch a good show,” Zhan Yao said, satisfied as she put her phone aside.

“The Battle of the Egos: Over-confident Man vs. Over-confident Woman.”