I’m A Scumbag Woman—I Flirt, But Never Marry [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

Heavy curtains patterned with subtle gold designs were drawn tightly shut, blocking out the neon lights gradually coming alive outside. The guest room lay in darkness. Shirts and stockings could vaguely be seen strewn haphazardly across the dark red carpet.

On the soft bed, Gu Shuofeng slept soundly beneath a thin blanket. Her long, slightly curled hair spilled across the pillow, while exquisite sapphire studs shimmered faintly on her delicate earlobes. She gently turned over with a quiet murmur, extending one fair, slender arm from beneath the covers. Her snowy-white wrist looked so fragile that it might snap with the slightest pressure, making anyone who saw it want to protect it with the utmost care.

On the other side of the bed, a young man lay flat on his back, snoring softly. His chest rose and fell, and his complexion was somewhat pale and sallow, showing signs of excessive fatigue.

The guest room was silent.

Tick. Tick.

On the bedside table, a faint white gleam reflected off the crystal-clear quartz face of a Rolex watch. Its gears turned with perfect precision, accompanying the two sets of breathing—one heavy, the other soft.

Suddenly, the softer breathing faltered.

The beauty on the bed knitted her brows. As if feeling unwell, she rubbed her temple and slowly opened her eyes.

Where… was this?

Her muddled mind remained sluggish for an entire minute before gradually beginning to function.

This was Minor World S12598, one of the most insignificant among the billions of minor worlds contained within the Three Thousand Great Worlds. It was also a world inside a novel.

The novel was written in the melodramatic, confessional style of Zhiyin magazine, carrying a faint air of Annie Baobei–style melancholy from beginning to end.

It told the frustrating story of a female lead who had been blind enough to marry a scumbag. Only a few years into their marriage, the scumbag had an affair with a green-tea bitch. At the mistress’s urging, he took away the marital home that the female lead’s parents had purchased entirely with their own money, as well as half of the art gallery she had founded.

At the end of the novel, the female lead, utterly exhausted in both body and mind, sold the house and the gallery before flying alone to a foreign country. This was grandly described as “bidding farewell to the past and beginning a wonderful new chapter in life.”

Meanwhile, the scumbag and his mistress used her money to buy a house and a car, got married, had children, and lived happily ever after on the familiar soil of their homeland.

The woman Gu Shuofeng had now transmigrated into was that very mistress.

The reason she had come to such a remote, insignificant little world was to retrieve a fragment of her lost soul.

That fragment had become entangled with the female lead’s soul. Their souls could be perfectly separated only once the female lead’s Satisfaction Value reached the maximum of one hundred and Gu Shuofeng’s soul fragment resonated with her.

In other words, Gu Shuofeng had to follow the original plot, make the female lead hate her, and allow the female lead to gain satisfaction by taking revenge on her and the scumbag.

However, she couldn’t let the female lead hate her too thoroughly. Once the female lead’s Satisfaction Value reached its maximum, Gu Shuofeng would then have to make the female lead fall in love with her so that she could resonate with the soul fragment.

Making someone hate her wasn’t difficult.

Making someone like her wasn’t difficult either.

But making someone love her and hate her at the same time…

That was difficult!

Still, it didn’t matter. There was nothing Gu Shuofeng couldn’t accomplish.

A sharp notification suddenly beeped inside her mind.

【Warning! Warning! The female lead will arrive outside the door in ten seconds! Please make emergency preparations!】

Ten seconds?!

Gu Shuofeng turned to glance at the scumbag sleeping like a dead pig beside her. Without even thinking, she kicked him straight off the bed!

She certainly hadn’t held back. The scumbag crashed headfirst onto the floor. If the red carpet hadn’t cushioned his fall, he definitely would have cracked his head open and started bleeding.

This was the exact point in the plot when the female lead had just discovered her husband’s affair and rushed to the guest room with her best friend to catch him in the act.

Gu Shuofeng arched a brow. Of all the possible moments she could have been sent to, why did it have to be this one?

Was Eldest Sister deliberately trying to screw her over?

Ten seconds wasn’t even enough time for her to get dressed.

As everyone knew, women were strange creatures. When a scumbag husband had an affair, the wife’s first reaction was usually to tear the mistress apart instead of going after the scumbag who truly deserved to be hacked into a thousand pieces.

In the original plot, although the female lead was an artistic and cultured young woman, her overwhelming rage had gotten the better of her. The moment she entered the room, she and her best friend had attacked the mistress together.

The scumbag desperately tried to stop them, while the mistress hid behind him and shamelessly flaunted her attractive figure. She even mocked the female lead for being a sallow-faced hag no one wanted.

The story was set in the early twenty-first century, before smartphones had become widespread. The female lead and her best friend had been so focused on rushing over to confirm the affair that they hadn’t even brought a camera. The mistress called security and had them thrown out. From that point onward, she brazenly carried on her affair with the scumbag.

Only five seconds remained.

The scumbag still hadn’t figured out how he had ended up on the floor. Dizzy and disoriented, he lay sprawled there, still unable to get back on his feet.

Gu Shuofeng pressed a hand against her brow.

How was she supposed to make the female lead hate her—but not hate her to the bone—at such a disastrous scene of adultery, leaving herself enough room to turn the situation around later?

Outside the guest-room door, Xu Tinglan stood perfectly straight, her narrow, slender back held rigid. Her head was slightly raised, revealing a long, graceful neck with fine, fair skin. Her long hair was gathered into a loose bun, with several stray locks casually framing her face.

Willow-shaped brows, red lips, and a tiny cinnabar-colored mole at the corner of her eye—she resembled a young woman standing in Prague Square beneath the setting sun, gazing at a flock of pigeons. She was beautiful and elegant, yet there was also a hint of desolation about her, like the fading light of sunset dimming the brilliance of a flower.

Beside her, Zhi Zhi—the best friend who had tipped her off—cracked her knuckles and prepared to kick down the door, only for Xu Tinglan to gently pull her back.

Zhi Zhi waved her little fists and turned around indignantly. “Why are you stopping—mmph!”

Xu Tinglan covered her mouth and shook her head before raising a hand to knock.

Knock, knock, knock.

After several knocks, a man’s groggy, grumbling voice finally came from inside.

“Who is it?”

Xu Tinglan fought back the anguish in her heart and glanced at Zhi Zhi.

Understanding immediately, Zhi Zhi pinched her nose and called out loudly, “Hello! Sorry to disturb you! Our hotel is celebrating its anniversary, and every guest room will receive a complimentary bottle of red wine. Please open the door to accept it.”

They waited for a moment before the door opened with a click.

Wang Jianfei appeared in the doorway, wearing a loosely fastened bathrobe and sporting a swollen, reddened forehead.

The moment he saw his wife, Wang Jianfei froze. He even forgot to finish the yawn he had been halfway through. Instinctively, he tried to close the door.

Zhi Zhi was faster.

Taking advantage of her small, slender build, she squeezed through the gap and darted inside. Wang Jianfei hurriedly reached back to grab her, but Zhi Zhi was as slippery as a fish, dodging left and right as she charged straight toward the bed. She didn’t forget to turn around and call to Xu Tinglan.

“Get in here, quick!”

Xu Tinglan stood frozen, her slender body rigid. She watched the husband who had repeatedly sworn that his heart would never change frantically chasing after Zhi Zhi, and her vision suddenly swam.

Her body swayed. She reached out to brace herself against the doorframe and took several breaths to steady herself before finally stepping into the guest room.

Zhi Zhi had already reached the bed.

She tore the blanket away in one swift motion!

“You filthy bitch! Let’s see where you can hide now!”

Author’s Note:

I quietly launched a new novel. I wonder if any of you cuties still remember this salted-fish author…