After Transmigrating into a Book, I Was Bent by the Villainess (GL) - Chapter 17

Since Xia Chuci moved in, Su Yiming’s dorm room has become much more lively.

Previously, Su Yiming only stayed overnight at school when she had morning classes, typically two or three days a week. Although the amenities, from the kitchen to the bathroom, were all fully equipped, most of them were very new, especially the pots and pans in the kitchen, which had never been used.

After looking around, Xia Chuci very seriously asked her: “Have you really lived here before?”

Su Yiming replied: “I usually live at home, and only occasionally stay here.”

How many students are still crammed into quad rooms? You’re letting such a great dorm sit empty! It’s simply a terrible waste!

Under her accusing gaze, Su Yiming quickly explained: “It’s too boring living here alone, so I go home when I don’t have classes. But since you’ve moved in, I’ll be staying here regularly now.”

That’s true, this place naturally can’t compare to the Su family mansion. However, if she was going to live here regularly, there was only one bedroom. It wasn’t likely that Miss Su would humble herself to share a bed with her, was it?

Xia Chuci hesitated for a moment, muttering: “Then… where will I sleep? The sofa seems quite big too…”

Su Yiming reached out and rubbed her forehead, saying helplessly: “What nonsense are you thinking? Of course, you’ll sleep with me. This is a double bed; there’s enough room for both of us.”

Xia Chuci was originally prepared to take on all the housework, but she never expected that Miss Su, who “never lifts a finger,” was actually a domestic goddess. From changing light bulbs to doing laundry and mopping the floor, she was adept at everything and could easily be rated as a housework expert.

If there was anything Su Yiming didn’t know how to do, it would be her cooking skills, which were truly beyond words.

That day, to celebrate Xia Chuci’s move-in, Su Yiming personally cooked a dish of “Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes,” supposedly the only dish she knew how to make.

Xia Chuci took a bite of a tomato, filled with anticipation. Good heavens, it was overwhelmingly salty with a sour flavor. She took another bite of the burnt scrambled egg, and the fragments of eggshell mixed in almost sent her to her grave.

Since then, Xia Chuci revoked her cooking privileges. Her life was more important!

They say distance creates beauty, but sometimes getting closer makes it easier to discover beauty.

Su Yiming’s self-discipline had reached a terrifying level. She woke up promptly at six every morning, followed by a morning run, and reading. Of course, now there was an extra task: waking up Xia Chuci.

As the saying goes: The difference between people is greater than the difference between a person and a pig.

Xia Chuci believed she was born with lazy bones. She would never stand if she could sit, and never sit if she could lie down, and she was severely resistant to getting up. Her energy seemed to be less than the average person. Even if she fell asleep at the same time as Su Yiming, she would still be extremely sleepy even waking up an hour later.

If she had morning classes before, she had to set at least five alarms to ensure she wasn’t late. Since moving in with Su Yiming, her alarm clocks have never been used again.

After Su Yiming returned from her morning run and took a quick shower, she would sit by the bed and call her to wake up.

In the beginning, Xia Chuci would bury herself in the blankets and continue to sleep, but Su Yiming was more persistent than an alarm clock and wouldn’t give up until she succeeded.

So, Xia Chuci took out her morning grumpiness on the culprit. Grumbling, she threw back the blanket and plunged into Su Yiming’s arms. It worked wonders. The human alarm clock finally quieted down.

After ten minutes, Su Yiming would lean close to her ear and whisper: “Good baby, time to get up.”

Xia Chuci would always retract her neck, clumsily avoiding the sudden assault of breath, and reluctantly get out of bed. Sleepy-eyed and listless, she would brush her teeth and wash her face with Su Yiming’s help (service).

Then came breakfast, always hot, which Su Yiming bought on her way back from her morning run.

Sipping the sweet and fragrant soy milk, Xia Chuci felt so happy she wanted to cry. She finally felt like her energetic day was beginning.

This was the N+1 time she felt the major villainess was actually a domestic goddess.

After breakfast that day, the Su family driver came to pick up Su Yiming for the company. That’s right, the company. As the future successor of the Su Group, Su Yiming began participating in the management and operation of the family business right after starting university.

This was one of the gaps between the rich kids and the common folk. People often say their starting line is higher than the finishing line most common people reach after a lifetime of struggle. People only see what they possess, but not the sweat they put into the journey.

In the past, Xia Chuci’s daily routine was similar to most ordinary students: classes, part-time jobs, and idleness.

But now, besides classes, she was mostly idle and rarely took part-time jobs anymore because Su Yiming covered all her food, clothing, and daily expenses, even finding excuses to stuff pocket money into her purse.

Without financial pressure, the motivation for part-time work was severely lacking. Working in fits and starts was the norm.

When it came to being supported financially, once you start, it gets easier, and she had long become accustomed to it.

Although she would occasionally feel ashamed of exploiting others when she woke up in the middle of the night, facing Su Yiming’s gentle, overbearing offensives, she always ended up utterly defeated, adding an exclamation: “A domestic goddess is the best!”

Isn’t this the lifelong dream—to be a salted fish that someone feeds?

After class, Xia Chuci met up with Zhao Wenyang for lunch. It had been a long time since she had a proper get-together with her “childhood sweetheart brother.”

On one hand, Xia Chuci was hooking up—ahem, making friends with—Su Yiming and was busy earning points, so she neglected her brother. On the other hand, Zhao Wenyang had also been busy with the exchange student assessment and election, so he hadn’t sought her out much either.

“Then congratulations! You worked so hard, and you finally succeeded. When are you leaving? Let’s find a time to celebrate.”

Xia Chuci was happy for him when she learned he was selected.

“The exact date hasn’t been set yet. I’ll let you know once it is. Let’s talk about you. Are you getting used to living out of the dorms?”

She bit her chopsticks and gave a very objective answer about her life of sponging food, drink, and accommodation: “It’s not bad. Su Yiming takes good care of me.”

“That’s good.” Zhao Wenyang was relieved, exclaiming: “It’s different when you have a good friend with similar interests. You’ve changed so much.”

Since the OOC (Out Of Character) function was lifted, she had been letting herself go without any restraints. No wonder Zhao Wenyang felt she had changed a lot.

Unable to explain the real reason to him, Xia Chuci could only tacitly agree with his words, joking: “Haha, have I become cuter or better looking?”

“You’ve become much naughtier than before.”

After their banter, he seemed to remember something. His doting smile gradually faded, and he instructed: “After I leave, you need to take good care of yourself. Now that you have a good friend, I can feel more at ease going abroad…”

Oh, no, Daddy Zhao’s nagging mode is starting again.

Xia Chuci interrupted his instructions with a wry smile, saying helplessly: “I’m not a three-year-old. I can take care of myself. Don’t worry about me. Besides, there’s Su Yiming now, right? Just focus on your studies abroad. I’m counting on you to come back and earn a lot of money to support me.”

People often say it’s hard for a commoner’s child to achieve greatness, but this general rule didn’t apply to Zhao Wenyang; he was one of those exceptional individuals.

Although his starting point was far below those of the rich kids, his innate talent combined with his hard work was enough for him to excel, cross class boundaries, and become a person of status.

Such a fine young man with a bright future shouldn’t have his brilliant life cut short so abruptly. So, she absolutely had to change the ending of this “brother-like father” childhood friend.

Moreover, such a good man should naturally reach the pinnacle of his life, marry a rich, beautiful woman, and achieve success in both love and career.

Setting aside the preconceived notions from the original work, purely based on their interactions over the past few months, Xia Chuci believed Zhao Wenyang’s feelings for her were not love. She hadn’t felt any intense possessiveness from him, only pure protectiveness.

Therefore, his protection of her might just be a habit ingrained in his bones, not romantic affection.

To confirm this, Xia Chuci tested the waters: “When you return after your studies, many wealthy ladies and socialites will be eagerly waiting, haha.”

“Little mischievous girl, which woman would marry me with you as a little hanger-on?”

She covered her head where he had tapped her, complaining with a humph: “I’m a grown-up now! Stop tapping my head.”

He smiled and rubbed the spot he had just tapped, comforting her insincerely: “Alright, alright, no tapping. A rub will make it stop hurting.”

Xia Chuci swatted away his big hands that were messing up her hairstyle, giving him a disdainful look: Stop trying to placate me with tricks you use on three-year-olds!

Zhao Wenyang didn’t mind and burst into laughter.

In the afternoon, Xia Chuci went to the supermarket to buy groceries since she didn’t have classes. Although they mostly ate at the school cafeteria, she cooked every now and then.

They say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

Similarly, the way to a woman’s heart is also through her stomach.

Cough cough~ Actually, the main reason was that since Su Yiming took on all the chores, she was just being so persistent about cooking to secretly demonstrate her worth, proving that she wasn’t completely useless.

However, man proposes, God disposes.

The soup was already stewed when she received a WeChat message from Su Yiming, saying there was a company dinner that night, and she would be back very late. She told Xia Chuci to eat first and not wait for her.

At eleven o’clock that night, a knock sounded at the door. Xia Chuci ran to open it. Standing outside was not only Su Yiming but also the driver who usually drove Su Yiming to and from work.

However, the driver usually only picked up and dropped off Su Yiming at the school gate, never bringing her to the dorm. The driver quickly clarified her confusion: “Miss is drunk and was determined to return to the dorm, refusing to go home. So, I’ll have to trouble you to look after her, student.”

“Drunk?”

Xia Chuci examined Su Yiming from head to toe. Her eyes were bright, her steps were steady, and her demeanor was still elegant. Apart from her face being a little rosier than usual, there was no sign of her being drunk.

But she was quickly proven wrong. As soon as the driver left, Su Yiming completely collapsed onto her.

Fortunately, Xia Chuci reacted quickly, otherwise, she would have been crushed to the ground. Xia Chuci wanted to cry without tears: Driver Brother, please come back! I really can’t handle this alone.

With great effort, she finally dragged and pulled the drunken individual to the bedroom. But just one step away from the bed, Su Yiming suddenly pinned her down on the bed. While rubbing her neck back and forth, she mumbled drowsily: “Ah~ So soft… so comfortable… mmm…”

These moans made Xia Chuci involuntarily shiver, feeling a little creeped out.

The situation was somewhat awkward. Following the general tropes of novels, if either of them were a man, it would only be reasonable for something that couldn’t pass censorship to happen tonight.

Discarding the strange thoughts popping into her head, she skillfully pushed the drunken beauty toward the inner side of the bed. Su Yiming then rolled and tumbled away from the “soft haven” that she had refused to let go of.

Free at last, Xia Chuci didn’t dare to delay. She quickly grabbed a towel to wipe her clean, changed her clothes, and gave her water. After fussing for over an hour, the drunken beauty finally fell asleep.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Su Yiming was a good drunk; she neither threw up nor made a fuss and was very obedient.

Looking at her sweet sleeping face, Xia Chuci sighed in frustration: “Is Gu Xin blind, or does the author have a strange taste? How could they force such a good girl to become the major villainess? Alas, the world is degenerating, and morals are collapsing!”

Meanwhile, the male lead, far away in a foreign country, suddenly sneezed several times, wondering if he had caught a chill.