After Transmigrating, I Became The Heroine’s First Love! - Chapter 31

“Have you finished everything I asked you to do?” Jiang Shiyuan leaned back in her chair, her voice as cold as ever, utterly devoid of warmth.

Chen Cheng was frantic with work. Didn’t the lives of working people matter? Still, she felt a flicker of satisfaction knowing her boss seemed even busier than she was.

“Everything’s done, Boss. And here’s this.” Chen Cheng pushed a notebook across the desk toward Jiang Shiyuan.

“I haven’t let you down. This delusional pervert’s past crimes are all documented here. He’s a repeat offender, has served time, and has no real connections. But someone’s definitely been cleaning up his messes behind the scenes.”

Jiang Shiyuan smiled faintly. “Good. You know what to do, right? I don’t need to tell you again.”

These tasks were trivial for her, but she’d been too preoccupied lately, playing the innocent in front of Pei Xiangwan. Since the charade was nearly over anyway, she’d simply delegated the matter to Chen Cheng.

Chen Cheng nodded eagerly. “Of course, Boss! Don’t worry, I’ll handle it perfectly—absolutely perfectly!”

The next day, the dance academy erupted in chaos. It all started with An Hyun, a male student whose name was plastered at the top of the school forum. The accompanying images were sickening: he had not only secretly filmed under girls’ skirts but also broken into the homes of women living alone to steal their underwear, earning him a stint in jail.

But that wasn’t the end of it. He would scout out attractive women in bars, drug them, and then use photos and videos to blackmail them into becoming his slaves. Though some brave women came forward to share their experiences, the beast received no proper punishment, and the girls were left to die in the court of public opinion.

“Holy sh1t, what kind of person is this? Fvck! It says here he’s harmed over a dozen women.”

“He looks so respectable on the outside. Can we form a group to give him a good beating, sisters?”

“Who’s backing him to let him get away with this for so long?”

“I heard An Hyun started stealing things as a kid. Now that he’s grown up, he’s even more of a scumbag. Shouldn’t someone like him rot in prison? He’s been harming women with impunity!”

These heinous acts sparked widespread condemnation from his fellow students. An Hyun became like a rat in the street, with everyone wanting to beat him senseless.

An Hyun, his face bruised and swollen, had taken refuge in the storage room. The moment he entered, he dropped to his knees and frantically slid forward, his actions a grotesque parody against his balloon-like, mottled face.

“Please! Save me! Save me! If this keeps up, they’ll beat me to death. I don’t want to go to prison. After everything I’ve done for you, help me just one more time.”

Only now did he truly understand the meaning of despair.

“I’ve warned you countless times to restrain yourself. You’ve created such a mess. Why should I risk everything for a worthless insect like you?”

An Hyun bristled at these words, his demeanor instantly shifting. He glared at the man before him with his swollen, distorted eyes and roared, “You devil! You bloodsucker! How many people have you drained dry? Aren’t you afraid of karma catching up to you?!”

An Hyun had completely lost his composure, perhaps because he never possessed any to begin with. He wasn’t human; he was now merely a pebble blocking the road, a target for passersby to kick in their fury.

He thought his path had already become a dead end. Why not drag the person before him down to hell with him? At least he’d have company.

An Hyun struggled to his feet, nearly collapsing several times. His legs, battered from kicks and strained from kneeling, made him wobble like a roly-poly toy, barely able to take a few steps.

In the pitch-black storeroom, he couldn’t see the woman’s face, but it didn’t matter. He knew she wore that ghastly, demonic smile—the smile of a vengeful spirit who had claimed countless lives to grow so powerful.

He was confident in himself. Those foolish ghosts had failed to take the spirit’s life because they were fools. He was different.

A shrill, piercing laughter echoed through the room—his final death knell.

“Whether there’s retribution, I don’t know. But yours has already arrived.”

Suddenly, An Hyun heard footsteps approaching, surrounding him. He realized they weren’t alone.

He laughed maniacally. “Hahahaha! Good, good! You lured me here with no intention of saving me or letting me live!” His arms were bound, and his desperate cries went unheard.

The woman slowly uttered, “This is my final gift to you. I think you’ll like it.”

An Hyun’s pronunciation became distorted as darkness swallowed everything.

The morning’s news had already been shocking enough, but the evening’s reports left them speechless.

An Hyun was dead. The reports claimed he had taken his own life, unable to withstand the pressure from the internet. Many accepted this explanation, but Jiang Shiyuan refused to believe it.

He had always been a puppet, manipulated by others. How could he have ever harbored such thoughts?

The sky gradually darkened, the remaining white clouds swirling like smoke around the silver moon, blurring its edges.

Jiang Shiyuan was questioning Chen Cheng about the investigation’s progress. She was determined to uncover the mastermind behind this. Clearly, this was just the beginning, but the culprit was proving far more elusive than she had imagined.

“Jiang Jiang! Jiang Jiang!” A frantic voice echoed in her ear, though it wasn’t particularly loud.

Perhaps muffled by the window, the voice seemed faint, yet to Jiang Shiyuan, it sounded deafening, so loud it made her heart tremble.

Jiang Shiyuan hung up the phone, leaving Chen Cheng on the other end with only the dial tone.

Chen Cheng: “Great… the boss slipped away.”

Jiang Shiyuan rushed downstairs, not daring to waste even a second.

The door had barely opened and hadn’t even closed when Jiang Shiyuan was pulled into a warm embrace, enveloped by that addictive scent.

“I’m so sorry, Jiang Jiang.”

“Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

The more the Little Fox acted this way, the more Pei Xiangwan blamed herself. She had promised to protect her.

But what had she done? She had been so focused on competing with others that even Ning Xuemo, the notorious femme fatale, had felt threatened. Recently, things had calmed down, with Xuemo no longer harassing Jiang Shiyuan. Pei Xiangwan had grown complacent, failing to notice Jiang Shiyuan’s distress.

It wasn’t until she saw the messages Qiao Yanxin had sent that she realized Jiang Shiyuan had been enduring daily harassment—vile, unspeakable words. How could her precious Little Fox possibly bear such torment? The more she thought about it, the more her heart ached.

Pei Xiangwan tightened her embrace, wishing she could tuck the Little Fox into her pocket and protect her every moment.

“Jiang Jiang, I didn’t even notice you were going through this. How terrified must you have been? It’s all my fault. I’m useless.”

Jiang Shiyuan was being squeezed so tightly she could barely breathe. Hearing Pei Xiangwan berate herself like that broke her heart.

“I’m fine, Wanwan. Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re the strongest person I know.”

Gasping for air, Jiang Shiyuan managed to say, “Wanwan, could you loosen your grip just a little? I can’t breathe. You’re hugging me too tight.”