Transmigrated as the Cannon Fodder Marked by the Villain (GL) - Chapter 19

She actually helped me settle this so quickly. Money truly makes the world go ’round.

Fu Qingyun had no idea that her smiling demeanor made her look like nothing less than the landlord’s silly daughter in Ruan Jiyan’s eyes.

Truly silly, but her efficiency is quite high.

She had only heard about getting her student status back from Fu Qingyun this morning, and now Fu Qingyun was telling her she could return to school right after the winter break.

If it wasn’t due to her high efficiency, it must mean Fu Qingyun had prepared to help her return to school long ago.

With countless thoughts racing through her mind, Ruan Jiyan wanted to figure out Fu Qingyun’s true intentions.

She also remembered that Fu Qingyun was a student at Imperial Capital University, just like her, though one year ahead.

Ruan Jiyan only knew that Fu Qingyun had used money and connections to get in, and the purpose of her entering Imperial Capital University was neither to study nor to gain a degree, but to pursue her.

But the current Fu Qingyun was like a changed person. She wasn’t aggressive, nor was she as passionately pursuing her as before. Instead, she had transformed into a meticulous, warm neighborhood “Big Sister,” which almost captured her heart.

Ruan Jiyan knew this was precisely the type she usually favored, but the cruel irony was that this kind, good-hearted, and beautiful “Big Sister” was Fu Qingyun, which instantly made her feel wretched, like a beaten eggplant hit by frost.

If she didn’t have the memories of the previous life, and if this life’s Fu Qingyun treated her this way, Ruan Jiyan might consider trying to be with her.

But alas, the Fu Qingyun in this world was too complex. The secrets buried deep within her heart were countless. Ruan Jiyan would eventually dig them all out and examine exactly what this person was trying to achieve.

She wanted revenge. She wanted to toy with all the people who abused and humiliated her in the previous life, then dismantle them one by one, ensuring they met a terrible end.

Unfortunately, after her rebirth, the Ruan family went bankrupt, and she was burdened with massive debts.

The only option now was to rely on Fu Qingyun, using her resources to execute all her plans.

Ruan Jiyan was somewhat uneasy about this person, but she was desperate. Since Fu Qingyun verbally promised to treat her well and even swore in front of her, Ruan Jiyan decided to accept the inevitable with feigned respect.

If Fu Qingyun’s intentions were genuinely pure and she wanted to help her, then it would be a happy ending. But if Fu Qingyun dared to deceive her, she would certainly make her pay dearly.

Fu Qingyun endured the pain, icing her ankle with the ice pack, while checking the expiration date of the medicine Ruan Jiyan had brought out.

A sprained ankle really hurts, you could tell by Fu Qingyun’s strained expression.

Ruan Jiyan felt that even if she was acting, she had to commit fully. Fu Qingyun saved her and sprained her ankle; the least she could do was comfort her.

“Sister, are you feeling better? Let me hold it for you.”

Ruan Jiyan said this and reached out to take the ice pack, but how could Fu Qingyun bear to let her use her injured hands to ice her foot?

“It’s nothing, just a minor injury. Don’t move around. Your hands are still hurt. I can manage myself.”

“But Sister, I want to share your pain a little.”

“The most important thing right now is your hands,” Fu Qingyun smiled, looking at Ruan Jiyan’s bandaged hands. She then glanced at her own ankle, swollen like a pig’s trotters, and chuckled: “The two of us are truly a perfect match.”

Ruan Jiyan’s eyes turned cold. She thought Fu Qingyun would seize the opportunity to say something to morally obligate her, but instead, the other woman just laughed, pointing at her hands:

“Look, the two of us: one with injured hands, one with an injured foot. Like the old, weak, sick, and disabled—aren’t we a perfect match?”

So that was it.

Ruan Jiyan breathed a sigh of relief, yet she still felt a knot of frustration in her chest.

“But if my hands weren’t hurt, I could help you apply the medicine.”

Looking at the guilty Ruan Jiyan, Fu Qingyun had no idea the other party was faking it. She once again rubbed Ruan Jiyan’s soft hair and chuckled: “It’s fine. I don’t have some terminal illness. As long as you’re well, that’s enough.”

Listening to Fu Qingyun’s gentle words, Ruan Jiyan’s inner turmoil was disturbed again.

Her words were like a spell: light and not overtly harmful, yet like countless soft vines, they tightly wound around her, enveloping her until she couldn’t move.

She couldn’t breathe; she could only be led by the nose.

Ruan Jiyan lacked this kind of affection, but she was reborn. She already knew that this feeling, from the moment she returned, had become a burden and a liability.

She needed revenge; she could not have any emotional ties.

Moreover, Fu Qingyun’s kindness toward her was inexplicable. Ruan Jiyan couldn’t drop her armor just after tasting a little sweetness and let the other person pull out her thorns, or she would be the one to regret it in the end.

After icing it for a while, Fu Qingyun began applying the Hong Hua You.

The first-aid kit Ruan Jiyan brought had plenty of medicine, but the most practical was the Hong Hua You. Even though Fu Qingyun was a doctor, she felt that those so-called imported medicines were not as effective as a bottle of this cheap oil.

Because the villa was home to two injured people, Fu Qingyun reluctantly hired two helpers: one to cook and one to clean.

Fu Qingyun wasn’t entirely comfortable with strangers in the house, but given the circumstances—she couldn’t walk, and Ruan Jiyan couldn’t use her hands—hiring helpers was the best solution.

When Fu Qingyan called her, Fu Qingyun managed to vaguely talk her way through the call, despite her foot injury.

She couldn’t let Fu Qingyan know about Ruan Jiyan’s presence yet. Although her brother was reliable, he was still an outsider.

Fu Qingyun needed to provide Ruan Jiyan with comprehensive security protection, and the fewer people in the family who knew about her, the better.

Although helpers were hired, Ruan Jiyan found the following days difficult.

Fu Qingyun stayed on the first floor because she couldn’t climb the stairs, while Ruan Jiyan stayed on the third floor.

She could only legitimately come downstairs during meal times; otherwise, she had no reason to go to Fu Qingyun’s room.

This was the ideal way for Ruan Jiyan to be alone. She could do whatever she wanted without having to mind Fu Qingyun downstairs, yet Ruan Jiyan always felt that something was missing.

This strange psychological state consumed Ruan Jiyan’s entire heart, sometimes even disrupting the plans she had meticulously set up.

Could Fu Qingyun walk? How did Fu Qingyun take a shower?

Ruan Jiyan shook her head. What did that have to do with her? Even if Fu Qingyun slipped, hit her head, and died while showering, Ruan Jiyan should still be happy.

Then that evening, Ruan Jiyan received a phone call from Fu Qingyun.

Fu Qingyun had forgotten to bring a towel when she went to shower.

Ruan Jiyan sneered slightly, expressionlessly walked downstairs, hooked the towel Fu Qingyun had left on the bed with her finger, and walked toward the lit bathroom with extreme caution.

Sure enough, this person still has ulterior motives for her. Why else would she call her from the bathroom, asking her to come down from upstairs to bring a towel?