I Turned Out to Be the Paranoid Villain's White Moonlight - Chapter 8

After a night of rest, the people sent to help Zhan Yao move arrived early the next morning.

Because the original host had lived an extremely frugal life over the years, she basically only bought necessities. Setting aside things like jewelry and skincare, she didn’t even have many clothes or shoes. Once packed into boxes, the amount was pitifully small.

“Is this all, Miss Zhan?” the girl leading the team asked.

“Mhm,” Zhan Yao nodded. “Thanks for the hard work.”

“It’s no trouble…” The girl shook her head and directed a dozen people to carry the four boxes out.

“Yaoyao, are you really leaving?” Ding Xiaoxiao sighed. Having lived together for three years, she was truly reluctant to see her roommate go. “We’ll miss you.”

“You must take good care of yourself,” Jiang Yi added. “Come back and visit when you miss us.”

“Don’t worry,” Zhan Yao smiled. “I definitely will.”

“Is this ‘friend’ of yours really reliable?” After a moment of thought, Jiang Yi couldn’t help but ask. Zhan Yao was beautiful and talented, so it wasn’t strange for her to know people like that, but with the precedent of that scumbag Xu Yingxi, Jiang Yi was naturally wary of wealthy socialites. She was afraid Zhan Yao would be bullied. “I’m still a little worried.”

Zhan Yao shook her head. “It’s fine, she’s a trustworthy person.”

“I’ll go live there for a few days to get used to the environment.” Though it was a goodbye, there would be plenty of chances to meet again. Zhan Yao didn’t want the atmosphere to be too heavy. “Once everything is settled in a while, I’ll invite you over to live the high life with me.”

“Okay, okay!” Jiang Yi and Ding Xiaoxiao nodded repeatedly, not quite catching the deeper meaning in Zhan Yao’s words.

Only the System understood what Zhan Yao was implying: “W-what are you planning to ‘settle’? You’re not going to turn that mansion upside down, are you?”

Zhan Yao replied: “Well, why not?”

After all, Yu Wanqiao had given her permission.

As the wealthy and beautiful villain of the original book, Yu Wanqiao had properties everywhere. Considering Zhan Yao’s schooling, Yu Wanqiao decided to place her in a nearby villa. This villa had been purchased recently and was only staffed with a butler and some servants. While the furniture and equipment were all present, many things required detailed adjustments and planning if one wanted to live comfortably.

Since Zhan Yao was bored, she had quickly agreed when Yu Wanqiao asked for her input over the phone.

“Can I really do whatever makes me happy?” Zhan Yao had asked.

“Mhm,” Yu Wanqiao replied. “I’ll leave everything to you, Yaoyao.”

“I’ll pay you a ‘hard work fee’ afterward.”

This was a fantastic deal—not only could she mess around with the decor as she pleased, but she’d get paid for it too. Zhan Yao was delighted and decided on the spot that Yu Wanqiao’s room would be the first stop on her renovation tour.

“Alright, I got it,” she had said. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up.”

Before she could press the button, Yu Wanqiao’s voice came through again: “Wait.”

Zhan Yao paused, thinking there was more instruction. “What is it?”

There was a silence on the other end for a few seconds. Yu Wanqiao seemed to be hesitating before she finally said: “I’ll be back early tonight.”

Her voice was soft. Because it was over the phone, Zhan Yao couldn’t see her expression, but the sincerity in her tone was unmistakable. Zhan Yao had forgotten her own casual remark from the night before; she assumed Yu Wanqiao was just giving a status update, so she followed along: “Then be careful on the road.”

Yu Wanqiao seemed satisfied. “Okay.” Then she hung up.

Soon, Zhan Yao arrived at her destination.

The environment here was excellent. Although it was in the city center, it was far quieter than the area around their school. Zhan Yao finally wouldn’t have to fall asleep to the sound of noisy crowds outside; her mood improved significantly. Heaven knows there had been a young couple arguing in the street every night lately; it was practically a soap opera.

When Zhan Yao got out of the car, the butler and servants were already waiting at the door. They had heard someone was moving in today—a woman with a very close relationship with Miss Yu. They were both expectant and nervous.

But when they saw Zhan Yao, who clearly looked like a college student, that expectation and nervousness dissipated.

H-her?

If she weren’t surrounded by so many people and getting out of Miss Yu’s car, they would have thought she was just a student out on a spring hike who had wandered in by mistake. The servants exchanged glances, their eyes filled with varying degrees of mockery and amusement.

“Miss Zhan, you’ve arrived.” The butler stepped forward to greet her. Though confused and shocked, she didn’t show it. Since this was Miss Yu’s arrangement, they had to obey.

“Your room has been prepared,” she said, gesturing for Zhan Yao to follow her upstairs. “Please let us know if you need anything or if there is anything you are dissatisfied with.”

“Mhm,” Zhan Yao nodded and followed her up without saying much.

Downstairs, whispers immediately broke out: “With the conditions in this villa, what could she possibly be dissatisfied with?”

“Yeah, just a poor student. Look at her, she clearly hasn’t seen much of the world.”

“Haha, she was probably so shocked she couldn’t speak the moment she walked in.”

They were actually right—Zhan Yao was standing in her room, and she really was speechless.

It was obvious Yu Wanqiao had never lived here. The decoration and layout of the living room were barely acceptable, but once she stepped into the bedroom, the choice of ornaments and furniture placement made her eyebrows twitch.

Perhaps it was just to fill space, but the paintings on the walls didn’t match at all. Each was ugly in its own “special” way. It was a complete hodgepodge. Zhan Yao suspected she’d have nightmares if she looked at them any longer.

The butler had left to arrange her luggage. Zhan Yao looked toward the door and called a servant: “You, come here a moment.”

“Yes.” The servant, Xiao Yue, nodded and walked over, thinking that while this girl lacked experience, she certainly put on quite an air.

“Take these paintings down for me,” Zhan Yao said, deciding to start her renovation there.

“Are you sure?” Xiao Yue didn’t move immediately. “These paintings are by famous artists; each one is worth at least five figures. You might not be used to them, but if you look longer, you’ll see the beauty and mystery in them.”

What a chatterbox.

Zhan Yao glanced at her, then arched an eyebrow with a smile. “I’m definitely not used to them.”

Xiao Yue began, “Right, so—”

Zhan Yao interrupted her: “Because they’re too ugly.”

“…” Xiao Yue fell silent.

“Remember this: in the future, if a painting is worth less than seven figures, I’m not hanging it up,” Zhan Yao said, signaling for her to get moving. Her eyes swept the room and landed on a lamp. “Take that away too. And that… and that…”

On her very first day, before her luggage was even unpacked, she had already thrown half the room’s contents out.

Zhan Yao could see exactly what these people were thinking. Yu Wanqiao hadn’t lived here, so these servants had been left to their own devices, acting as if they were the masters of the house. Now that someone had moved in, they were being snobbish and exclusionary.

But Zhan Yao didn’t care. Now that she was here, their bad habits would have to change.

Once they had finally cleared out everything she pointed at, Zhan Yao made a new demand: “I’m going to take a bath. Is the water ready?”

Xiao Yue was speechless but didn’t talk back this time. “It’s ready.”

Zhan Yao walked into the bathroom. Xiao Yue let out a sigh of relief, thinking this “ancestor” would finally be quiet for a while. But before she could even catch her breath, Zhan Yao’s voice drifted out from the bathroom: “The water is too hot. How did you set this up?”

Xiao Yue: “I—”

“Forget it, forget it,” Zhan Yao shook her head, feeling tired after all the directing. “I’ll make do.”

“Then I’ll take my leave. Call me if you need anything.” Xiao Yue seized the chance to escape.

When she got downstairs, the other servants were waiting to see the “joke”: “Well? How is it?”

“Why did you bring so much stuff out of the room?” someone asked. “Is she not used to it? Life was too hard for her, and now that it’s luxurious, she can’t handle it?”

“Is she a total airhead?” another added. “I bet she doesn’t recognize half the things in there. Does she even know how to turn on the lights or use the bathtub? Does she have to ask you before she touches anything?”

“Not at all,” Xiao Yue sighed. She had thought the same thing at first, but in just ten minutes, her view had been forced to change. “Actually, she’s quite…”

Before she could finish, her walkie-talkie buzzed. Xiao Yue’s heart skipped a beat, sensing Zhan Yao was looking for trouble again. She pressed the button, and Zhan Yao’s voice came through: “Bring me an essential oil lamp. I want rose scent.”

“Okay…” Xiao Yue nodded and responded.

After hanging up, she looked at the others with a bitter expression. “You’re all wrong. This isn’t some naive college student. We just had a ‘Grandmother’ move in.”

“Look at that—she even wants aromatherapy.”