Failed to Run Away After Transmigrating as the Scummy Alpha's Wife of the Villain - Chapter 27

However, the anticipated intimate moment with the beauty didn’t unfold as Chi Yuan had imagined. No matter how mindlessly she hovered around Jiang Ci, the latter remained indifferent to her.

 

 

And here’s the key point—this indifference was directed solely at her.

 

 

Even Gu Meng, who was always grinning without a care, could at least get a smile from Jiang Ci before being brushed off. But when it came to Chi Yuan, Jiang Ci simply ignored her, neither scolding nor engaging.

 

 

At the dining table, Chi Yuan even made a point of serving Jiang Ci some of her favorite dishes, but even this failed to break the ice between them.

 

 

Poking at her rice, Chi Yuan secretly glared at Gu Meng across the table, her sense of crisis flaring up.

 

 

Gu Meng, who was inexplicably glared at: “???”

 

 

After lunch, however, Jiang Ci’s attitude seemed to soften slightly. She retrieved a green ointment from her room and sat on the small sofa, beckoning Chi Yuan over—a gesture oddly reminiscent of calling a pet.

 

 

Jiang Ci’s slender, elegant fingers were dabbed with the green ointment, the white-and-green sheen reminding Chi Yuan of the half-cut jadeite she’d once seen in her mother’s study.

 

 

They were so close that Chi Yuan could clearly feel Jiang Ci’s warm breath against her face, the faint lemon scent teasing her senses once more.

 

 

Facing each other, Jiang Ci’s knee pressed against Chi Yuan’s thigh. The summer heat meant Chi Yuan was only wearing shorts, and the contact felt scorching.

 

 

As Jiang Ci bent to scoop more ointment, her knee slid downward slightly, the friction between their smooth skin sending such a flush to Chi Yuan’s ears that she couldn’t control it.

 

 

The other guests instantly became background props, their mouths agape as they stared dumbfounded at the two “lovey-dovey” focal points of the room.

 

 

They were practically smacked in the face by this wave of public affection.

 

 

It was just applying ointment, yet somehow it radiated undeniable intimacy.

 

 

A pink tornado of romance seemed to swirl before the guests’ eyes. The two lovers exchanged tender glances, while the others stood frozen, minds blown by the whirlwind.

 

 

Unable to bear the heat in her ears, Chi Yuan leaned back slightly, avoiding Jiang Ci’s finger. “Um… it’s not that bad. No need for ointment.”

 

 

Jiang Ci rested her hand on her knee and closed the ointment lid. “It’s my fault to begin with. I should help you with this.”

 

 

Chi Yuan: “Huh?”

 

 

Jiang Ci exhaled deeply, her expression solemn. “Actually, Chi Yuan’s injury is largely my doing.”

 

 

“Last night, she was tossing and turning in bed… disturbing me. In my haste, I slapped her—harder than intended. Chi Yuan, can you forgive me?”

 

 

Jiang Ci bowed her head in shame, her sincere expression impossible to refuse.

 

 

But Chi Yuan was stunned by the sudden apology. Something felt off, yet faced with Jiang Ci’s pitiful look, her rationality fled once more. She nodded dumbly, “I forgive you.”

 

 

“Ding—congratulations to Jiang Ci for being the first guest to complete the challenge in the card-drawing PK.”

 

 

Chi Yuan was utterly dumbfounded.

 

 

Jiang Ci beamed, not a trace of remorse left on her face. She picked up her mission card and flipped it open for everyone to see.

 

 

 

“Admit your mistakes and seek forgiveness from any guest. (Note: The guest must explicitly say ‘I forgive you’ for it to count.)”

 

 

Jiang Ci stretched contentedly, ignoring the stunned expressions of the other guests, and glanced at the dumbfounded Chi Yuan. “I thought this task would be impossible to complete, but who knew—it’d be this easy. Well then, thank you, President Chi.”

 

 

The witnesses almost heard the sound of Chi Yuan’s heart shattering, looking at her with pity.

 

 

All that talk of CPs and romantic bubbles? Pure fantasy! An illusion! Just acting!

 

 

Their gazes toward Jiang Ci gradually shifted to awe—cross anyone but Jiang Ci, unless you want to suffer a miserable “death.”

 

 

Having finally vented her frustration, Jiang Ci snapped her fingers in front of Chi Yuan. “Next time, I hope President Chi learns to be smarter and not walk into every trap laid out for her.”

 

 

Chi Yuan pouted, “That depends on who set the trap.”

 

 

Recalling the earlier game of Werewolf, a phrase inexplicably surfaced in her mind:

 

 

No matter how many times Jiang Ci tricks me, I’ll still love her like my first love.

 

 

“Why do you only trick me and not others?” Chi Yuan grumbled, sounding like a betrayed wife who just discovered her spouse’s affair. “This is so unfair to me.”

 

 

Jiang Ci turned her face away, thinking to herself, Because I don’t even care to trick anyone else.

 

 

Momo shook her head with a sigh. “That’s because Sister Chi is the easiest to fool.”

 

 

Gu Meng added, “Sister Chi, you really need to be more careful next time. Teacher Jiang’s acting skills can flare up anytime, and her IQ is off the charts. Handling you is child’s play.”

 

 

Chi Yuan: “…Is no one going to comfort me?”

 

 

Just then, everyone noticed something eerie—Gao Yaohui, who was supposed to be doing push-ups on the yoga mat, had suddenly vanished.

 

 

Wang Wen, the first to notice, searched the entire first floor but found no trace of him.

 

 

Gu Meng: “Maybe he’s in the gym on the third floor? I think I saw him sneak up there earlier.”

 

 

Wang Wen smacked him hard on the back. “Why didn’t you say so earlier? He must be doing his task!”

 

 

Exchanging glances, the group immediately rushed upstairs to the gym.

 

 

The villa was fully equipped with facilities—dance studios, yoga rooms, a gym, and all kinds of exercise equipment.

 

 

The gym was located in the easternmost room on the third floor, complete with treadmills, a pool table, punching bags, and even a half-meter-high boxing ring set up by the production crew.

 

 

Gao Yaohui was sitting cross-legged in the center of the boxing ring, engrossed in a video.

 

 

He was so focused that he didn’t even notice the other guests walking in, scrutinizing him.

 

 

Gu Meng and Gu Lin quietly slipped through the gaps in the ring’s ropes and silently positioned themselves behind him—one on each side, like guardian deities.

 

 

The twins bent down simultaneously—Gu Meng snatched Gao Yaohui’s phone from behind, while Gu Lin pinned him down as he tried to grab it back.

 

 

Gao Yaohui watched their antics helplessly before turning to the eager onlookers, scratching his nose awkwardly.

 

 

Wang Wen: “Yaohui, what’s your task?”

 

 

“I’m not doing a task, I’m… practicing boxing.”

 

 

Wang Wen: “Without boxing gloves? Just sitting there growing moss?”

 

 

Gao Yaohui stammered, unable to come up with an excuse, trying to brush it off.

 

 

 

Gu Meng scratched his head in confusion. “It’s definitely a post about boxing training, nothing else.”

 

 

Momo rolled her eyes. “But Yaohui usually trains at night. Isn’t it too hot to practice at noon like this?”

 

 

Gao Yaohui quickly explained, “Today’s mission will last until nine, and we still have to vote afterward, so I won’t have much time for training tonight. That’s why I moved it to noon.”

 

 

Chi Yuan looked at the familiar boxing ring and punching bags, her fingers itching to try. She climbed up as well. “Gu Meng, let me see that video.”

 

 

Gu Meng handed it over without hesitation.

 

 

On the screen, a coach in sportswear and boxing gloves stood with his feet apart, explaining the stance and footwork.

 

 

Chi Yuan sensed something off and exited full-screen to see the video’s title: “Beginner’s Boxing Tutorial – Learn Instantly!”

 

 

It had hundreds of thousands of views, with more saves than likes.

 

 

Chi Yuan raised an eyebrow. “Brother Yaohui, why are you watching a beginner’s tutorial? Are you teaching someone?”

 

 

Gao Yaohui froze, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “I… well, yes. A friend’s kid. Uh, sometimes I teach boxing to kids at the gym.”

 

 

The others shot him skeptical looks—that excuse was hardly convincing.

 

 

And Yaohui, did you know you look incredibly nervous when you lie?

 

 

Chi Yuan nodded.

 

 

That made sense. Before she retired and opened her own gym, she’d often taught kids at other boxing clubs when she wasn’t competing.

 

 

But—

 

 

She tilted her head and asked politely, “Brother Yaohui, can I spar with you?”

 

 

Even the mission couldn’t curb her urge to fight.

 

 

Gao Yaohui instinctively wanted to refuse. Boxing required gradual training—strength and stamina were essential. Direct sparring could be dangerous for beginners.

 

 

But this was a good opportunity for a live demonstration.

 

 

Against a novice, he wouldn’t need to use much force. He could just act as a professional training partner.

 

 

So he agreed, “But you’ll need to wear full protective gear for beginners.”

 

 

Chi Yuan grinned. “Yes, coach!”

 

 

Ten minutes later, they stood on opposite sides of the ring.

 

 

Gao Yaohui was startled by Chi Yuan’s flawless stance and posture. “Chi Yuan, have you trained in boxing before? Your form is precise and sharp.”

 

 

The corners of Chi Yuan’s lips curled up. “A little, I guess.”

 

 

Gao Yaohui nodded and demonstrated basic moves—how to make a fist, throw punches, jab—while carefully instructing, “Pay attention to your footwork. Move step by step—one foot follows the other. Keep your weight forward and stay balanced.”

 

 

“I’ll stay still and won’t attack. Just go all out.”

 

 

Below the ring, the other guests watched nervously.

 

 

Gu Meng fretted, “Sparring with a boxing champion… What if Chi Yuan gets hurt? If Yaohui accidentally—”

 

 

“Shut it!” Gu Lin cut him off. “Don’t jinx it! Yaohui said he won’t attack. It’s just taking a few punches—how bad could it be?”

 

 

Meanwhile, Jiang Ci frowned, his worried gaze fixed on the woman in red boxing gloves. His hands clenched at his sides.

 

 

As Gao Yaohui raised his hand to signal the start, the atmosphere grew tense, and the guests spontaneously began cheering.

 

 

 

Chi Yuan raised her hands, her gaze instantly turning sharp. “But Coach, are you sure you don’t need any protective gear?”

 

 

Gao Yaohui waved his hand dismissively. “It’s fine, just punch normally.”

 

 

Chi Yuan hesitated, “But I’m quite strong—I’m afraid I might hurt you.”

 

 

Gao Yaohui chuckled at her concern. “Don’t worry, no matter how hard you hit, you won’t be able to injure me.” As a national-level athlete, he had that much confidence.

 

 

Chi Yuan issued her final warning, “Then here I come.”

 

 

Gao Yaohui confidently assumed his stance, but the moment their fists connected—

 

 

He felt his body being flung backward as if weightless, crashing into the guardrail.

 

 

The world suddenly fell silent.