Transmigrated as the Villain's Fiancée Who Seeks Death (GL) - Chapter 8

Xia Rushui: “……”

With good-natured patience, she decided not to get angry with a dog-tempered person like Jiang Xingzhi and blew on her Luosifen.

Xia Rushui had a habit of plating her food. Even when eating a simple bowl of instant noodles, she would garnish it with various vegetables and ham. She took the ritual very seriously.

She firmly believed that food that was beautifully plated, with excellent color, aroma, and taste, was what truly whetted the appetite.

Jiang Xingzhi glanced at the richly garnished Luosifen in Xia Rushui’s bowl and, amidst the pervasive stench of… well, feces, she felt a strange… sense of hunger.

Not only had Xia Rushui not eaten all day, but Jiang Xingzhi hadn’t eaten much either.

She suffered from a stomach ailment, often brought on because she frequently forgot to eat. Since living with Xia Rushui, Jiang Xingzhi’s mealtimes had become much more regular, and she hadn’t had a stomach attack in a long time.

Seeing Xia Rushui, Jiang Xingzhi felt inexplicably even hungrier.

Normally, people who insulted Luosifen would be blacklisted by Xia Rushui, but considering she was still living under Jiang Xingzhi’s roof and the person opposite her was her legal guardian, she decided to reluctantly forgive Jiang Xingzhi’s ignorance.

It’s the darkness of this world that has caused Jiang Xingzhi’s stupidity and ignorance. Never mind, I can’t blame her.

But she was still so mad!

Xia Rushui thought for a moment, deliberately carrying her Luosifen past Jiang Xingzhi. Just a second before Jiang Xingzhi exploded, she quickly asked, “What do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you.”

Her expression was as sincere as possible.

Jiang Xingzhi’s train of thought was interrupted. She replied, “Strawberry cake.”

Strawberry cake in the middle of the night! You look like a strawberry cake!

Xia Rushui smiled. “Oh, I see. You want noodles. I’ll cook you a bowl of noodles then.”

Jiang Xingzhi: “……”

There were still a few small greens left over from cooking the Luosifen, and ham sausage was a pantry staple. With all the ingredients available, Xia Rushui cut a tomato and made Jiang Xingzhi a bowl of tomato and egg noodles.

Complemented by the vibrant green vegetables and high-quality ham sausage, a savory aroma wafted out.

Jiang Xingzhi couldn’t help but clear her throat to cover her reaction.

“Here.” Xia Rushui personally brought the noodles to Jiang Xingzhi, slamming the chopsticks onto the table and declaring forcefully, “Eat up!”

“……”

The Luosifen had been cooling for over ten minutes, slightly diminishing its flavor, which Xia Rushui regretted as she loudly slurped the noodles.

Jiang Xingzhi slowly and methodically ate small bites of her tomato and egg noodles, her gaze drifting toward Xia Rushui’s large bowl across from her.

Xia Rushui was making up for two missed meals, so she cooked the family-sized portion this time.

Double the size! Double the pleasure!

She had specifically used her secret, inherited, large glass bowl, which she had thrifted, just for slurping noodles.

Jiang Xingzhi had a taste for spicy food but couldn’t eat it. Seeing the red oil floating and the vibrant color of Xia Rushui’s bowl visually stimulated her.

Coupled with Xia Rushui’s obvious appetite while eating, Jiang Xingzhi suddenly found the noodles in her own bowl utterly tasteless.

Xia Rushui caught Jiang Xingzhi’s gaze when she looked up and asked generously, “Want a bite?”

The usually solemn and proper CEO Jiang immediately looked disgusted.

Xia Rushui just couldn’t stand her pretense. It was obvious she wanted to try it.

She used clean chopsticks to pick up a few strands of rice noodles, making sure to add a heavyweight biological weapon—the sour bamboo shoots.

Xia Rushui shouted, “Hey!”

Jiang Xingzhi was startled and opened her mouth, her eyes wide and blank.

Xia Rushui quickly seized the opportunity. Leaning across the small kitchen table before Jiang Xingzhi noticed, she swiftly shoved the rice noodles and sour bamboo shoots from the chopsticks into Jiang Xingzhi’s mouth.

With no utensils or place to spit it out nearby, and a slight, hidden expectation, Jiang Xingzhi swallowed the rice noodles and sour bamboo shoots, muttering, “Xia Rushui!”

Xia Rushui’s eyes were curved in a smile, her large eyes bright from the steam. She asked with a grin, “How is it? Delicious, right?”

“Garbage! It’s all garbage! Don’t you dare eat this stuff again!” Jiang Xingzhi snorted, stood up, and left the kitchen with an air of noble indifference.

Sigh. Some people, you see, there’s a reason they don’t have a partner, right?

Xia Rushui pouted at Jiang Xingzhi’s retreating back.

*

The next day’s subjects were English and the Liberal Arts Comprehensive Exam. In her previous life, Xia Rushui had started a casual club at school. A British exchange student was in the club, and they had a good relationship. The guy often invited her to run in the morning to exercise and stay fit, which is where she developed her morning jogging habit.

The biggest benefit of spending time with foreigners is quickly grasping each other’s language habits. Thanks to him, Xia Rushui’s English proficiency had leaped forward.

Coupled with her usually decent English scores, she didn’t get a perfect score like in math, but she didn’t lose many points.

She felt a slight nostalgia for her past life. She wondered if anyone would remember her after she died in that world…

Her club friends would be very sad, wouldn’t they?

She had promised to make handmade mooncakes with the British guy.

Xia Rushui suddenly remembered: the day she died was the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival. A moon like a jade plate hung in the sky, looking like… a sesame cake, big and round…

I’m hungry…

The Liberal Arts Comprehensive paper was densely packed with text. Xia Rushui, already hungry from thinking about sesame cakes, felt even hungrier with all the small, dense words.

She glanced at the test paper and saw two phrases about dialectical materialism and historical materialism…

What the heck is that?

Why should a rich woman bother with dialectical theory! A rich woman is, of course, a unique solipsistic individualist!

Listen to me! Everything listens to me! I don’t want debate or history! Everything must obey me! It’s not about what you think, it’s about what I think!

Xia Rushui put pen to paper and started down her path of literary creation once more.

She realized that when writing liberal arts subjects like this, her creative juices flowed like a dam breaking! Truly, a rich woman with confidence is just different!

Xia Rushui felt it would be a waste of her talent not to write a book. A book must be arranged!

After finishing the last two subjects, she brushed off the annoying Su He with a few words and then went to a small cafe across the street with Shen Anru and Yuge. They had a meal, and Xia Rushui began intensely quizzing the seemingly naive Shen Anru.

Shen Anru was truly unguarded and lacked any suspicion towards people. When Xia Rushui asked indirect questions, she spilled everything like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

From Shen Anru’s mouth, Xia Rushui roughly understood the original owner’s past situation and her relationship with Su He and the others.

She had to admit, the original owner was a highly skilled and daring… blockhead.

The night Xia Rushui transmigrated, the original owner was drowning her sorrows with alcohol, and the true story was this:

The original owner was a person who thought with her gut. She believed that to genuinely pursue someone, she must give a gift to show sincerity. Therefore! She decided to give Shen Yishu a car!

W T F??? Xia Rushui’s expression gradually became a meme: Confused young man.jpg

It was a behavior of epic bewilderment!

You are amazing, my sister!

Author’s Note:

Thank you all for your support!