The Disabled Villain Omega Uses Her Riches to Get Close to People (GL) - Chapter 7

Transmigration into a book was already magical enough. Now, Jing Chaocao found herself surprisingly well-adjusted to seeing a person who shouldn’t possibly be here.

She first confirmed that her marriage certificate was safely tucked into the deepest inner layer of her backpack before looking back across the road.

It seemed it wasn’t her imagination.

The girl across the street looked exactly like her best friend.

She just wasn’t sure if it was the same person.

Did she also write herself into the novel?

Jing Chaocao walked across the street. When she was still two or three steps away, she stopped and tentatively said, “Xu Zhihuai?”

“I told you not to call my name from behind, especially at night!” Xu Zhihuai instinctively wanted to complain. “Although it’s not night right now…”

How many times had she stressed this? Why couldn’t Chaocao remember!

Calling someone from behind was a common trope in horror movies!

Xu Zhihuai was about to turn around and apply some “violent measures” to ensure the other party remembered forever.

But then, her entire body suddenly jolted.

Didn’t I transmigrate into the novel I wrote? Why can I still hear Chaocao’s voice?

A supernatural event? A hallucination?

Xu Zhihuai hugged her arms and looked up at the sun in the sky.

In the middle of the day… that shouldn’t be right?

Before she could reassure herself, the familiar voice rang out again: “Xu Zhihuai.”

Hearing the string of words Xu Zhihuai blurted out just now was enough for Jing Chaocao to confirm that she hadn’t mistaken the person.

Therefore, when she called her the second time, there was no questioning tone.

Especially seeing how the other party was hesitant to turn around, Jing Chaocao could almost guess what she was thinking.

With a slight smile, she took two steps closer and patted the other person’s shoulder.

Feeling the real touch, all the hair on Xu Zhihuai’s body stood on end.

She squeezed her eyes shut and chanted like a mantra: “I am kind and lovable. I love helping old ladies cross the road. I just wrote a trashy novel; I’m not being punished for it…”

The more she chanted, the bolder Xu Zhihuai felt. She had already transmigrated into a novel. What was she so afraid of!

So, she opened her eyes, ready to see who was playing a trick on her.

Jing Chaocao had already changed positions and stood in front of her.

She first saw Xu Zhihuai open her eyes, then widen them, and finally clamp them shut again.

To be precise, she had fainted.

Jing Chaocao: “…”

She thought she might know why Xu Zhihuai dabbled in all kinds of novel genres except for horror.

Ten minutes later.

The fainted Xu Zhihuai woke up and finally accepted the reality.

The two sat in a bubble tea shop.

“So you came over because you died suddenly from staying up late to study?” Xu Zhihuai was still a bit incredulous.

Is this what they call best friends for life?

Even transmigration has a group rate!

Jing Chaocao nodded and asked, “Why did you come?”

“I think I came a few days earlier than you,” Xu Zhihuai counted on her fingers. She had been here for five days now.

“I posted the final chapter of the novel and casually scrolled through the reader comments.”

“Most people were saying my plot was trashy and miserable and wished I would transmigrate into the novel I wrote so I could fully experience the torturous love story!”

“I was so tired from staying up for two days to write. I ‘liked’ the comment and went to sleep. When I woke up, I was here.”

She was a writer of melodramatic fiction, so she didn’t take the readers’ insults to heart at all.

After all, that reader’s words were mild; she had seen at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, far worse comments.

Who would have thought that the reader’s wish would actually come true!

“I didn’t realize being an author carried this kind of risk…” Jing Chaocao suddenly felt she wasn’t so miserable after all.

Good and bad truly were only evident through comparison.

She went to pick up the bubble tea first. After handing it to Xu Zhihuai, she continued to ask, “So you are also at Z University?”

“Z University, English Department,” Xu Zhihuai still didn’t quite understand this part. “Why did I have to study English even after transmigrating?”

Jing Chaocao asked with a laugh, “Didn’t you change your major when you created your own character settings? I thought you would set yourself up as someone with 200% luck, someone who could win the lottery by casually scratching a ticket?”

“Do you think I didn’t want to?” Xu Zhihuai pouted. “But what author writes themselves into a novel?”

Jing Chaocao, however, caught the key point: “So you didn’t transmigrate into a character from the novel?”

“I’m not a character in the novel.” Xu Zhihuai shared all the information she currently knew. “However… the protagonist and I are now roommates.”

When she wrote her protagonist, she described her in flowery, exaggerated terms, especially her appearance.

The first time she saw the protagonist, her breathing actually stopped for a moment.

It turns out the novel characters really do look like the author wrote them!

Using the word “pretty” to describe the other person seemed almost too bland!

Hearing this, Jing Chaocao was quite curious: “What did you feel when you saw her?”

Xu Zhihuai thought about her interactions with the protagonist these past few days and sighed: “My daughter is so nice!”

She not only helped her get breakfast, helped her answer the roll call in class, but also had great academic performance and could answer all her questions.

However, she only dared to say this in front of Jing Chaocao.

In front of the protagonist, the character from her pen had become a real person, and she always felt a little awkward.

Jing Chaocao heard this and recalled the cringe-inducing melodrama. She casually asked, “Then do you still have the heart to make your daughter go through that trashy plot?”

“…”

Xu Zhihuai was silent for two seconds.

That actually seemed to be a problem.

She thought about the words she had casually typed out and then remembered the breakfast the protagonist had brought her this morning.

She suddenly felt a little guilty.

“Let’s not talk about that for now,” Xu Zhihuai cleverly changed the subject. “So, you transmigrated into a character from the book?”

She did recall using Jing Chaocao’s name.

When she first wrote the character, she intended for “Jing Chaocao” to coast through the book.

But by the time she was halfway through, the plot had deviated significantly from the outline.

To avoid a character collapse, she eventually had to pull the character out.

“Don’t you remember?” Jing Chaocao narrowed her eyes, seemingly assessing the sincerity of her words.

Xu Zhihuai hesitated and asked, “I remember the final outcome was just the four words: a tragic end?”

Was there something that she, the original author, didn’t know?

Seeing that Xu Zhihuai was genuinely unaware of the details, Jing Chaocao told her everything she knew about the plot.

After listening, Xu Zhihuai was so shocked her mouth didn’t close. “As expected of the villain I wrote. So ruthless.”

Jing Chaocao: “…”

Why does Xu Zhihuai sound a little proud?

Thinking this, she directly asked her.

Xu Zhihuai immediately shook her head, dropping the smile on her lips. “Not proud, not proud.”

It seemed the plot would automatically complete itself.

She wrote “a tragic end,” which corresponded to having her scent gland removed and being abandoned in the wilderness.

And since she hadn’t described the protagonist’s roommate, she had transmigrated into that role.

Xu Zhihuai had written many novels and quickly explained this chain of logic to Jing Chaocao.

“That makes sense.” Jing Chaocao was now certain that because the character was written using her name, the body she was in was likely her original one.

With the biggest question solved, she then asked, “So, what are your ABO settings?”

Xu Zhihuai: “…”

What is it like to be caught by a friend while writing erotica? She could finally experience it.

“My original intention was to add some obstacles to the protagonist’s relationship,” Xu Zhihuai recalled her creative impulse. “Besides, don’t you think pheromones and stuff are very kinky?”

As she spoke, she felt her hands itching again, wanting to write another novel when she had time.

“…”

Jing Chaocao wanted to refute, but she inexplicably thought of Chi Wanzhu during her heat.

Her indifferent features tinged with a blush, like morning dew on a branch.

The brandy pheromones, which should have been as domineering as an Alpha’s, carried a mellow fragrance that filled the entire room.

It actually is a little kinky.

Xu Zhihuai glanced at the people coming and going in the bubble tea shop and coughed before saying, “I’ll tell you the more detailed settings later.”

She wasn’t comfortable saying things like “rut,” “heat,” and “pheromones” in public.

Jing Chaocao nodded: “No rush.”

Xu Zhihuai then asked, “You haven’t met the big villain yet, have you?”

Although she was the author, that was only in the other world.

Now, she only knew the general plot. She wasn’t clear on the timeline of various supporting characters and their actions.

To summarize in one sentence: Stay as far away from the villain as possible.

Jing Chaocao: “…”

She thought for a moment, realizing she was lucky she had hidden the marriage certificate she had just received.

If Xu Zhihuai had seen it, she would probably have been disowned right now.

But she would have to interact with Chi Wanzhu later, and she certainly couldn’t keep it a secret from Xu Zhihuai forever.

Therefore, Jing Chaocao selectively told the other party about the situation, including agreeing to help Chi Wanzhu treat her pheromone disorder.

As expected.

“That’s Chi Wanzhu!”

Xu Zhihuai literally wanted to shake Jing Chaocao’s head to see if there was water inside.

Or perhaps Jing Chaocao had been drugged by the villain.

Otherwise, how could she agree to help the other party knowing the plot!

Isn’t that just walking right into death’s door?!

Jing Chaocao had thought the same when she first transmigrated. “You’re right, but…”

“But what!” Xu Zhihuai interrupted her and began to recall the plot. “Can you still back out now? Your character shouldn’t be that important…”

“But she gives me fifty million a year.”

Jing Chaocao’s voice was neither loud nor soft, but it instantly silenced Xu Zhihuai.

She cautiously held up five fingers: “Fifty million?”

She even counted on her fingers as she asked.

Eight digits!

Jing Chaocao nodded gently.

A few minutes later.

Xu Zhihuai seemed to have recovered and said weakly, “I think this business might not be impossible to do.”

Jing Chaocao: “I think so too.”

No wonder they were friends.

When it came to the desire for money, they were always in agreement.