Transmigrated as the Villain's Fiancée Who Seeks Death (GL) - Chapter 2

If you were to ask what thoughts Jiang Xingzhi had about Xia Rushui, her nominal fiancée who was a full six years younger than her, the answer would be… absolutely none.

However, that’s only half the story.

While she had no thoughts for the moment, the fact that Jiang Xingzhi hadn’t spoken about this ridiculous engagement didn’t mean she had no opinions on it.

In the heart of CEO Jiang, the sole heir apparent of the Jiang family, there were very big opinions about this fiancée.

The engagement between the Jiang and Xia families was set by Jiang’s mother, Han Wanjun, and Xia’s mother, Shen Wan’er.

Han Wanjun married earlier than Shen Wan’er and gave birth to Jiang Xingzhi a year later. At that time, the Shen family was going through a major crisis, and its status in Rongcheng plummeted. Han Wanjun strongly supported her good friend and, to back up the newly married Shen Wan’er, she made an engagement between the future Jiang heir in her belly and Shen Wan’er’s child.

The wife of the richest man in Rongcheng, Mrs. Jiang, personally giving face to Shen Wan’er, was the envy of many at the time.

Unfortunately, Shen Wan’er had bad luck. After her husband struck it rich, one scandal after another erupted, and she suffered from depression, which led to her never having a son or daughter.

Just as Jiang Xingzhi was about to become a carefree little bee, happily collecting honey in the ocean of nature, something unfortunate happened.

One day, six years later, with a mighty crash, and bringing with her the four special effects of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, the source of CEO Jiang’s lifelong annoyance made her grand entrance.

Her fiancée, the one who had offended the entire protagonist list in the book, was born.

The silver lining was that, due to her parents’ work, Jiang Xingzhi was raised by her grandparents. She only finished junior high school domestically before going abroad and didn’t return until she had completed her MBA to generate massive amounts of money for her family’s enterprise.

In the less than two years since her return, she had gradually established herself in the Jiang Corporation and was at the peak of her rising fame and career. Her mother inexplicably saddled her with a fiancée, even forcibly moving the barely-adult little fiancée into her home to live under the same roof, calling it “bride training.”

She had someone investigate Xia Rushui’s background, and the fiancée’s “touching” résumé made Jiang Xingzhi lose her appetite for half a month.

No successful person is without a rebellious streak, even if Jiang Xingzhi was very filial.

On the surface, she accepted her mother’s arrangement without a word of complaint, but behind the scenes, she immediately arranged a business trip to survey the European market.

Look less, live longer. That’s what she thought.

Jiang Xingzhi was gone for more than half a year.

Unexpectedly, she had just gotten off the plane and hadn’t had a moment of peace when she received two phone calls in quick succession: one from Ye Qingzhi’s brother, Ye Zhao, and another from her subordinate reporting on Xia Rushui’s situation.

How coincidental. Those two troublesome individuals, Xia Rushui and Ye Qingzhi, were both at the same place.

It was common for Ye Qingzhi to frequent such places, and it wasn’t the first time Jiang Xingzhi had been asked by Ye Zhao to pick up a drunken Ye Qingzhi and take her home. But the fact that her underage fiancée, Xia Rushui, was also there was quite telling.

This truly confirmed the information she had in her hands. It seemed the rumors about the delinquent girl were not just rumors.

Jiang Xingzhi had been on a plane for over ten hours, already weary from the long journey. With the combination of mental and physical fatigue, she sighed.

She wasn’t too surprised when the bodyguard, after picking up Ye Qingzhi, also hauled Xia Rushui back.

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze falling upon Xia Rushui, her eyes calm.

When Jiang Xingzhi wasn’t smiling, she carried an air of absolute authority. The gold-rimmed glasses made her look even colder and more severe, giving her a strong sense of intimidation even with a casual glance.

Under her extremely oppressive, X-ray-like gaze, Xia Rushui felt inexplicably more guilty.

Xia Rushui was desperate; she couldn’t guess Jiang Xingzhi’s inner thoughts from her eyes or expression.

The… the villain doesn’t seem easy to deal with, and she has no idea what part of the book this is!

After a brief silence, Xia Rushui swallowed hard, enduring the intimidating stare of the big shot, and forced out a fake smile.

She timidly sidled up to Jiang Xingzhi, cautiously held her arm, and sweetly explained, “Darling… I’ve been cross-eyed since I was little. It’s just my tiny, insignificant flaw~ You won’t blame me, will you, my dear?”

As the saying goes—If the enemy doesn’t move, I don’t move. If the enemy moves randomly, I—continue to act cool as the wind.

Jiang Xingzhi was the perfect practitioner of this theory. She completely ignored Xia Rushui’s nonsense, gave her two faint glances, and then shifted her attention. She didn’t say anything, and that invisible pressure lessened slightly.

With the disappearance of the big shot’s overwhelming presence, Xia Rushui felt like she was finally alive again.

Jiang Xingzhi only noticed her arm was still being held by Xia Rushui when she moved.

Jiang Xingzhi’s expression subtly changed. Those familiar with her knew this was a sign of her bad mood.

She pulled her arm from Xia Rushui’s grip. In the end, she couldn’t resist and began to take off her clothes.

Jiang Xingzhi didn’t react, nor did she show any strange expression. Xia Rushui couldn’t help but wonder, did Jiang Xingzhi actually fall for this kind of thing?

Then she really is a… woman of passion…

After speculating about Jiang Xingzhi’s thoughts, Xia Rushui suddenly realized that Jiang Xingzhi was taking off her clothes.

Her suit jacket had already been removed and hung over her arm, revealing the well-tailored, fitted white shirt underneath, clearly outlining Jiang Xingzhi’s perfect waistline. It was slender and graceful but didn’t give the impression of being fragile. It was a beautiful, smooth silhouette.

The shirt was meticulously buttoned up to the very first button, inexplicably adding a sense of asceticism.

!!!

What… what kind of play that is unhealthy for the development of minors is this going to be?!

Was the original owner so bold with her?! The original novel didn’t suggest this at all!

Damn it! She is not interested in women! Not interested!

Xia Rushui tightly clutched her own collar, inching her butt backward, looking at Jiang Xingzhi with a face full of conflict.

Ah, ah, ah, she’s coming! She’s coming!

W-w-what to do!

Her current persona is that of a minor! A minor! Jiang Xingzhi is truly a beast! Preying on a minor!

Jiang Xingzhi leaned slightly. Xia Rushui also leaned back, her face a picture of unyielding virtue, making the whole scene look incredibly awkward.

The light, pleasant scent of the woman wafted over in wisps. Xia Rushui’s face was flushed. She desperately clung to her lapels, attempting a final struggle, and stammered, “I… I’m still a child… You… you’re committing a crime!”

“…” Jiang Xingzhi handed her jacket to the bodyguard, then looked down at Xia Rushui from above.

The bodyguard took Jiang Xingzhi’s suit jacket and respectfully said, “I’ll have it washed and sent to you tomorrow morning.”

Jiang Xingzhi didn’t bother to hide her disdain and said, “No need. Throw it away.”

Xia Rushui: “…”

She gave two dry chuckles, pretended to adjust her collar nonchalantly, looked around, up and down the car, feigning that the embarrassing, brain-dead moment had never happened.

Lu Xun once said—One either erupts in silence or perishes in silence.

Silence didn’t lead to her demise, but some people chose to erupt in silence.

“Ugh…” Ye Qingzhi, who had been ignored all this time, seemed unwilling to be overlooked and let out an extremely loud noise in the silent air.

Immediately afterward, the third sound followed.

“Get her out of here!” Jiang Xingzhi reacted the fastest, her face drastically changing, her voice trembling slightly.

Fortunately, the driver was skilled, stopping the car both quickly and smoothly. The bodyguard moved like lightning, grabbing the back of Ye Qingzhi’s collar with a blank expression, opening the door, throwing the person out, and getting out of the car. The whole sequence was executed in one smooth, practiced motion, as if this scene had been rehearsed hundreds of times.

Xia Rushui was left dumbfounded.

Should she say that Jiang Xingzhi not throwing her out just now was a display of tolerance and benevolence?

Jiang Xingzhi’s private villa was located halfway up the mountain. It was completely different from the luxury, grandeur, and overpowering wealth Xia Rushui had imagined. It was a small, exquisite three-story house, not very large. The decor perfectly matched Jiang Xingzhi’s temperament: elegant (nitpicky) and magnificent (high-maintenance).

Jiang Xingzhi’s villa didn’t have a large staff. She only hired regular cleaners. According to her requirements, every item in the room was placed with extreme regularity—standardized, neat, and so strictly organized that even the pattern on the sofa cushions faced the same direction.

Jiang Xingzhi had always been very satisfied.

This satisfaction only lasted until the moment she stepped into the living room.

In front of the French windows, snack bags and crooked wine bottles were haphazardly piled up. The expensive handmade rug was crumpled into a messy ball, seemingly decorated with a few yellow crumbs. Xia Rushui stretched her neck from behind Jiang Xingzhi to peek. Oh… they were potato chip crumbs.

A half-open bag of spicy strips was still wafting a damnably alluring sweet and spicy smell into the air.

Uh-oh, that was the original owner’s activity zone.

Jiang Xingzhi closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The powerful pressure began to release again, and Xia Rushui instinctively gave a shudder.

She hadn’t forgotten what Jiang Xingzhi did after she threw Ye Qingzhi out of the car.

Jiang Xingzhi made the bodyguard monitor Ye Qingzhi and follow their car by running all the way back!

Is that what a person does?!

Xia Rushui now had one question: How foolish was the original owner to fall for a person like this?

The lights in the villa’s living room were bright, and this small three-story house finally had a touch of human life for the first time.

Jiang Xingzhi performed the first irrational act of her life: she heavily slammed her expensive, limited-edition handbag onto the sofa.

Two seconds later…

Jiang Xingzhi suppressed the anger in her heart, righted the bag on the sofa, smoothed the slightly wrinkled sofa cushion, aligned the pattern, and only after tidying everything up perfectly did she finally turn around to deal with Xia Rushui.

Xia Rushui: “…” What is wrong with her?

Looking at the mountain of trash, Jiang Xingzhi’s expression visibly cracked inch by inch, and she glared at Xia Rushui with ill intent.

There it is again! That look that sees her as trash, ready to be swept out the door at any moment!

She was just looking at that pile of trash with the same look!

Jiang Xingzhi gritted her teeth and squeezed out each word: “You—clean that up and don’t leave any dead corners, or you’ll get out just like her.”

After a brief internal recovery, Jiang Xingzhi returned to her calm facade, and her normal brain began to take back control.

“I… I understand.” Under the powerful pressure, Xia Rushui lowered her eyes and bowed her head, timid as a cowering quail.

Tired from a full day of traveling, the bodyguard brought Jiang Xingzhi a late-night snack. Jiang Xingzhi changed into loose, soft loungewear, sipped her herbal tea in a very good mood, and leisurely gave directions to the busy Xia Rushui.

The aroma of food wafted over from time to time. Jiang Xingzhi had confiscated all of her own snacks and thrown them out. Xia Rushui bitterly picked up the potato chip crumbs from the rug, suppressing the urge to lunge forward and choke Jiang Xingzhi.

For years, Xia Rushui had maintained excellent habits. Her biological clock woke her up punctually at five o’clock.

After tossing and turning for most of the night, Xia Rushui was still full of energy when she woke up.

The morning air was wonderful, and Jiang Xingzhi’s mountainside villa was especially fresh, far from the polluted city center, with birdsong and fragrant flowers. Xia Rushui changed into sportswear and jogged a lap around the villa.

After sweating and showering, she, feeling refreshed, went to the kitchen to find food to satisfy her hunger, only to be surprised that the huge refrigerator was empty!

Besides herself wandering around, there were only two bodyguards on rotation duty in the villa, making the place seem somewhat deserted.

Prying information from the bodyguards, Xia Rushui learned that Jiang Xingzhi never ate here.

Well, of course, Jiang Xingzhi wouldn’t care about trivial matters like whether a chef was provided in a place where she practically never lived.

Don’t ask why. If you ask, the answer is that CEO Jiang is busy with a myriad of affairs.

In the future, our Boss Jiang might even be busy with a myriad of concubines.

Xia Rushui thought for a moment and asked the bodyguard for some ingredients.

The bodyguards knew her identity. Although they didn’t like Xia Rushui, they wouldn’t make things too difficult for her. Such a small request could be met.

The Jiang family bodyguards were highly efficient, and fresh ingredients were quickly prepared.

There was no doubt about their professionalism, and today Xia Rushui witnessed their strictness again.

Fearing that Xia Rushui would blow up the kitchen, the bodyguards specifically woke up their sleeping colleague. A few of them clustered around the kitchen, monitoring Xia Rushui. One guy was even fully equipped, holding a fire extinguisher, ready to put out a fire at any moment.

“…”

Every time Xia Rushui moved, the bodyguards’ eyes immediately followed. Receiving so much attention while cooking for the first time, Xia Rushui felt like a monkey on display at a zoo.

Enduring the bodyguards’ distrustful stares, Xia Rushui painstakingly prepared breakfast.

Well, the original owner was quite unreliable, and these bodyguards were hired by Jiang Xingzhi. It was understandable that they would protect Jiang Xingzhi’s property…

When Xia Rushui was making breakfast, she included a portion for the bodyguards.

It seemed that Jiang Xingzhi had eliminated the healthy activity of eating breakfast. Her little shadows would naturally have to go hungry with her, and concentrating all morning consumes a lot of energy.

“What are you all doing here?” Jiang Xingzhi had just gotten up. Seeing several bodyguards surrounding the kitchen, she frowned unhappily.

One of them immediately tattled, “CEO Jiang, Miss Xia asked us to prepare ingredients. We were afraid Miss Xia might…” The rest of the sentence was left unsaid.

Jiang Xingzhi took a long stride inside. Xia Rushui was standing with her back to her, shrugging repeatedly, doing something.

There was no sign of the messy disaster that had been anticipated. Various ingredients were neatly organized and categorized. The finished and semi-finished products were also neatly placed. Sparerib porridge was simmering in the pot, and the entire kitchen was filled with a rich aroma.

Seeing Xia Rushui’s skill, which didn’t look rusty, Jiang Xingzhi felt a little relieved.

However… she vaguely remembered that the documents indicated Xia Rushui wasn’t supposed to know how to cook?

Jiang Xingzhi didn’t dwell on this small issue. She silently waved her hand, and the bodyguards immediately understood and returned to their posts.

Heave-ho, heave-ho. Xia Rushui was engrossed in her work when a cold voice suddenly came from behind her: “What are you doing?”

Xia Rushui turned around to see Jiang Xingzhi in a deep blue silk robe, her long legs faintly visible as she moved. The robe was loosely draped over her, revealing a large expanse of skin. She herself seemed completely unaware, her eyes slightly confused.

The calm elegance of the deep blue set off her skin, making it almost translucent white, fully showcasing her composed and noble demeanor.

Ignoring her facial expression, Jiang Xingzhi was an absolute beauty.

Seeing such an “after-the-fact” face first thing in the morning, Xia Rushui was startled, and her hand suddenly trembled.

In that brief moment of distraction, the rapidly spinning flatbread in Xia Rushui’s hand suddenly flew out of control and directly hit Jiang Xingzhi’s face, without missing.

The flatbread slid down, slowly revealing Jiang Xingzhi’s ashen face, as if in slow motion.

“!” Xia Rushui’s entire focus was on the flatbread that was about to hit the floor—the essence of her morning, the crystallization of her hard work. She hurriedly pulled out two tissues. Jiang Xingzhi mistook her intention and was about to raise her hand to take them, but the person holding the tissues suddenly deviated from the direction.

A split second before it landed, Xia Rushui caught the flatbread in a very awkward position.

Before the flatbread had been safe in her hand for three seconds, Xia Rushui’s nose suddenly tickled due to her head-down posture moments earlier. A sneeze erupted unexpectedly onto the flatbread that had just been rescued.

Xia Rushui: At this moment, there is a certain expletive I don’t know if I should say…

Glancing up at Jiang Xingzhi’s current expression…

The progress bar on Jiang Xingzhi’s head, which read “Rage Level Loaded 99%” in large, red letters, was almost becoming solid.

Jiang Xingzhi angrily crumpled the tissue she had used to wipe her face and tossed it into the trash can three meters away. She ground out each word between clenched teeth: “Who taught you all this?”

Hearing the question, Xia Rushui felt there was still a chance to redeem herself. She said somewhat smugly, “Self-taught talent. Your satisfaction is my greatest honor.”

Jiang Xingzhi, whose entire face was etched with displeasure, coldly chuckled several times, “You are truly excellent.”

Xia Rushui couldn’t handle the compliment. She quickly waved her hand and humbly said, “Oh, it’s nothing, nothing. This is just my insignificant strong point.”

As she spoke, a suspicious blush spread across her fair little face.

Jiang Xingzhi stared at her, expressionless: “I was not complimenting you.”

???

Watching Xia Rushui’s world-doubting expression, Jiang Xingzhi stiffly maintained her composure and didn’t lose her temper. Finally, she dropped a parting sentence, “Heh, it seems I should have a good talk with you.”

She had intentionally emphasized the word “talk.”

Xia Rushui subconsciously shrank her neck.

This stance was all too reminiscent of a teacher’s disciplinary meeting.

Especially Jiang Xingzhi’s tone—it was exactly like her former math teacher, nicknamed “Heitan” for his strictness.

Whenever Xia Rushui didn’t get a perfect score on a test, Comrade Heitan would sternly call her in for a talk and scold her with heartfelt disappointment.

Xia Rushui instantly fell into the fear of being dominated by her homeroom teacher.

“Wow, it smells great!” As soon as Xia Rushui set the breakfast on the table, Ye Qingzhi arrived at the dining table, sniffing like a bloodhound. Her eyes lit up when she saw the vast spread of breakfast. “It’s so lavish!”

Xia Rushui smiled and scratched her head. She wasn’t familiar with Jiang Xingzhi’s or Ye Qingzhi’s preferences, and seeing she still had enough time, she tentatively made small portions of almost every type of breakfast she could make.

Ye Qingzhi clicked her tongue in amazement at the wide variety of breakfast items.

After being drunkenly helped back by the bodyguard last night, Xia Rushui had taken care of Ye Qingzhi for most of the night before resting. The two had become somewhat acquainted.

Ye Qingzhi boldly sat down and immediately started on the Steamed Chicken Feet with Black Bean Sauce. She commented, “It melts with a light suck, dissolves in your mouth. Soft, sticky, and chewy. The black bean sauce flavor has fully penetrated the chicken feet. It’s rich and savory, and you added a little white sugar to enhance the flavor. Little girl, your cooking is really good.”

She was still wanting more and picked up another piece with her chopsticks.

Jiang Xingzhi had just sat down and raised an eyebrow at the comment.

The Jiang and Ye families were old family friends. Ye Qingzhi was a famous foodie in Rongcheng, intensely interested in food since childhood. However, her palate was extremely picky. The number of so-called master chefs she had fired from the Ye family was innumerable. To receive a compliment from Ye Qingzhi was very difficult.

Xia Rushui didn’t know Ye Qingzhi’s background and thought she was just being polite, so she squinted her eyes and smiled.

Ye Qingzhi gazed at the two faint dimples that Xia Rushui unconsciously revealed. An idea struck her, and she urged, “Little sister, you’re so young. Let’s make a deal. Why don’t you stop following Jiang Xingzhi? What’s so good about her? She’s like a machine all day, no fun at all. It must be tough, right? Plus, that one already has a fiancée at home. Why don’t you come with me? My family…” Before Ye Qingzhi could finish, she was stopped by a sharp glare from Jiang Xingzhi across the table.

Ye Qingzhi was quiet for a moment but remained unconvinced. The idea of poaching the chef scratched at her heart, and she finally couldn’t help but say another word.

“Little sister! There’s no end to the sea of suffering; turn back and you’ll reach the shore! The outside world is much broader!” Ye Qingzhi said earnestly.

Jiang Xingzhi didn’t say a word, she coldly and reservedly drank a glass of soy milk, cutting the fried egg on her plate. She suddenly spoke, “Xia Rushui.”

“Here!” Xia Rushui immediately sat bolt upright, spine straight, and answered loudly.

Ah! Cursed reflex!

“Come to my study after you finish eating.”

Oh, so the girl’s name is Xia Rushui.

It’s a nice name… Wait… Huh??? Xia Rushui???

Ye Qingzhi slapped her thigh and exclaimed, “Ah!” She looked at Xia Rushui in surprise, as if discovering a new continent. She suddenly realized, “So you’re that legendary delinquent fiancée of Jiang Xingzhi?”

Xia Rushui: You mean I took care of you for half the night yesterday, and you still didn’t even know who I was?!

Although very angry, Xia Rushui still smiled and replied to Ye Qingzhi, “That’s right, the fiancée you mentioned, sister, is me.”

Seeing Xia Rushui’s frank admission, Ye Qingzhi made a sound of “Yikes” and excitedly asked, “I hear you smoke, drink, fight, and commit all sorts of evil, making everyone fear you. Is that true?”

“…” I really can’t answer that question.

Xia Rushui used the communal chopsticks to pick up a piece of the Indian flatbread—the one that had just smeared Jiang Xingzhi’s face and was then splattered with her saliva—and gave it to Ye Qingzhi. She was still smiling sweetly, “Sister, this one is strawberry-filled. Eating more will make your skin tender.”

Ye Qingzhi: “Oh.” She lowered her head, took a bite, and put the strawberry-filled Indian flatbread into her mouth.

Jiang Xingzhi’s eyelid twitched. She watched the flatbread safely enter Ye Qingzhi’s stomach.

She didn’t utter a single word throughout the entire process.

Ye Qingzhi finished her breakfast and left with a pat on her behind.

Before leaving, she didn’t forget to encourage Xia Rushui: “It’s okay! Little girl, as long as you walk the right path and turn over a new leaf, you will definitely be a great chef in the future!”

Just go already!

After tidying up, Xia Rushui made her way up to the third floor.

“Knock, knock, knock…” She hesitantly knocked on the door.