Quick Transmigration Conquering the Yandere Supporting Female Character - Chapter 3

She grabbed the Coca-Cola next to the aged white tea and took a long, hard swig. If I were Mu Mian, I wouldn’t pay you any attention either, she declared, speaking on Mu Mian’s behalf like the ultimate mouthpiece.

Mu Mian nearly clapped in admiration. If only Chao Chao were my original mother, she thought regretfully. Every word she speaks strikes right at my heart. In contrast, Xiao Xiao always seemed so soft and gentle.

But it was time for Mu Mian to make her entrance.

Rustle, rustle. Deliberately making noise in the bushes, she exposed her position.

Who’s there? Chao Chao immediately tensed at the sound.

It’s me, Mu Mian said, rising from behind the flower bushes. She gazed at Xiao Xiao through the grass, her eyes filled with a wounded, heartbroken expression, before turning and running away without another word.

Mian Mian! Xiao Xiao called out, trying to chase after her, but Chao Chao grabbed her arm. See? You’ve upset her. I told you, nothing good ever comes from getting involved with Wang Jia.

Chao Chao crossed her arms, adopting an I told you so stance, only to have Xiao Xiao seize her hand. Then what should I do?

Xiao Xiao’s helpless expression made it seem like she genuinely didn’t know what to do, and in truth, she really didn’t.

It’s simple, Chao Chao said patiently, offering advice. Cut ties with Wang Jia. From now on, you’re you, and she’s her. Don’t let your soft heart leave you with regrets later… As she spoke, her hand unconsciously drifted to Xiao Xiao’s waist.

A gentle breeze stirred the air under the clear, sunny sky.

Having finished her performance, Mu Mian stopped crying and wandered aimlessly. Suddenly, she spotted a massive swimming pool, large enough to accommodate hundreds of people. From a distance, it resembled a vast, clear ocean.

The water shimmered under the sunlight, sparkling like countless shooting stars, with floating bottles drifting across the surface like messages in a bottle.

This must be what they mean by ‘the sea of stars,’ Mu Mian thought, admiring the scene. Unbidden images began to surface in her mind.

If someone threw a pool party, champagne spraying everywhere, soaking everyone’s clothes until they became transparent, outlining the curves of their abs… that would be so much fun.

Lost in her fantasies, she gazed at the scene for a long time. Only when it was time to return to her room did she resume her fake crying and wailing, drawing the attention of the servants and nannies, who eagerly gossiped.

What’s wrong with the Second Young Miss?

Did the boss punish her?

She was fine when she left earlier. How did she end up like this?

Bang! Back in her room, Mu Mian smirked. The moment the door closed, her tears vanished in an instant.

It could be said that Wang Jia, facing Mu Mian’s innate acting talent, was like a novice player facing a final boss.

Not to brag, but Mu Mian possessed a boundless imagination and explosive drive. Back when she wrote adult novels, she had clashed with countless critics, and their predictable tactics were utterly laughable to her.

The mattress was as soft as a cloud. Mu Mian leaned back, propping her hands behind her neck, sinking deep into its plushness.

Knock, knock.

Mian Mian, it’s Mom. Can I come in? After Chao Chao’s guidance, Xiao Xiao had decided to apologize to Mu Mian.

Chao Chao was right. Mian Mian was her biological daughter. Why should she let a fake daughter make her real daughter suffer?

Under Chao Chao’s relentless barrage of words, Xiao Xiao finally saw the light.

Mian Mian Are you asleep? Xiao Xiao tiptoed to the bedside, her voice still soft and gentle. Mu Mian remained silent.

She buried her face in the blanket, pretending to sob, making sure Xiao Xiao could see her shoulders trembling with feigned sorrow—a calculated display of emotional manipulation.

Mian Mian, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault, Xiao Xiao said, sitting on the bed and gently patting Mu Mian’s back in a comforting gesture. But Mu Mian only burrowed deeper into the blanket.

…… Xiao Xiao hesitated for a long moment before finally murmuring, Mian Mian, I understand why you’re upset. How about I cut ties with Wang Jia tomorrow?

Because of Wang Jia, Mu Mian, who should have been living a life of luxury, had struggled to even afford a meal before Xiao Xiao took her back. Xiao Xiao genuinely understood Mu Mian’s current situation.

Really, Mom? At these words, Mu Mian peeked cautiously out from under the blanket like a startled little animal.

The corners of her eyes were slightly red, and her single large eye brimmed with tears, as if the slightest touch from Xiao Xiao would unleash a flood of pent-up emotions.

Mian Mian! You finally called me ‘Mom’! Xiao Xiao’s voice trembled with emotion, having waited twenty-one years to hear those words. But before she could even look for Wang Jia, Wang Jia herself walked through the door.

Mom, I’m back! Where are you? Wang Jia swiped her fingerprint to unlock the door, as if she were moving back in, her arms laden with bags.

She dropped the bags carelessly onto the floor, her movements completely natural. But instead of the warm, welcoming Xiao Xiao she expected, she was greeted by Mu Mian, poised like a coiled spring.

I’m right here, Mu Mian replied with a mischievous grin.

Wang Jia looked up, startled, and saw a stranger in a silk nightgown descending the stairs. The woman had long, thick hair like seaweed, and her eyes still carried the hazy mist of sleep.

Apparently having just woken up, one shoulder strap of her nightgown had slipped off, revealing a wide expanse of skin as fair and flawless as jade.

Ah… Mu Mian yawned, her peach-blossom eyes curving upward beneath her slender, willow-leaf brows, a hint of annoyance lingering from being roused from a pleasant dream.

In the soft morning light, backlit by the window, she seemed to radiate a faint, ethereal glow.

What do you want? Mu Mian asked, rubbing her drowsy eyes. Her sarcastic tone completely shattered Wang Jia’s initial impression of her.

She lifted her gaze to scrutinize Wang Jia. Truth be told, Wang Jia wasn’t unattractive. Though her features weren’t particularly striking, she possessed a pair of spirited, deer-like eyes. Yet, for some reason, a persistent air of hostility lingered between her brows, dragging her appearance down from a five to a mere three.

Why are you calling for my mother? Mu Mian repeated, seizing the opportunity to mock Wang Jia again. Her battle stance instantly reached full intensity as she gracefully descended the stairs, dragging the nonexistent hem of her gown with regal arrogance.

Even in her nightgown, Mu Mian utterly crushed the elaborately dressed Wang Jia in every aspect—figure, face, and aura.

A crow occupying a phoenix’s nest for twenty-one years actually thinks it’s become a phoenix, Mu Mian declared, her aura blazing. Her words were barbed and pointed, stopping just short of naming Wang Jia outright.

War had been declared. The air crackled with tension as the surrounding servants held their breath, terrified of being caught in the crossfire of this battle between the true and false heiresses.

Who do you think you’re talking to? My mother and I share twenty-one years of mother-daughter bond, while you’re just some latecomer, a Cheng Yaojin who barged in halfway.

Wang Jia instantly recognized her identity, grinding her teeth in fury. But could mere affection truly rival bl00d ties?

That remained to be seen. However, her words held little sting for Mu Mian.

Halfway? Mu Mian sneered, using her superior height to loom over Wang Jia.

I was nurtured in my mother’s womb. What about you? You imposter, crawling out of some forgotten corner. Do you even have any education? Do you understand what bl00d ties mean? Do you know that bl00d is thicker than water? Have you ever studied biology? Did you even finish your nine years of compulsory education?

Her words flowed like a torrent of pearls. If writing smut was her hobby, then insulting people was undoubtedly a divine gift bestowed upon Mu Mian.

In her original world, when Mu Mian turned eighteen, she wore a red rhinestone-studded slip dress to celebrate. She was beaming with joy, but as she passed the village intelligence office, a group of elderly women began pointing and gossiping about her.

Mu Mian immediately turned on her microphone, showing no hesitation. Even ten old women surrounding her couldn’t out-argue her.

The next day, the old women’s children came to the door, claiming Mu Mian had angered their mothers so much that they developed hypertension, hyperlipidemia, diabetes, fatty liver disease…

Driven by greed, they blamed everything on Mu Mian. Forced to defend herself again, she turned on her microphone once more. This battle made her famous throughout the surrounding villages. Now, Wang Jia, just like the old women from her original world, resorted to clawing and hissing when she couldn’t win with words.

With hands adorned with sharp, rounded crystal-tipped acrylic nails, Wang Jia lunged at Mu Mian, aiming to scratch her face. If she had landed a hit, it would have left a disfiguring scar.

Young Mistress, you can’t strike the Second Young Miss! The nanny, who wasn’t just standing around, intervened promptly, stepping between the two girls as the fight escalated.

Logically, all this commotion should have drawn Xiao Xiao out by now.

Seizing the opportunity, Mu Mian collapsed to the ground, wailing dramatically. Aiya! This fake heiress has the nerve to come here and attack me, the real heiress! Waaah! My life is so miserable! My father doesn’t care, my mother doesn’t love me—I’m just a little cabbage in the field!

Hearing the commotion, Xiao Xiao rushed over. Mian Mian! What’s wrong?

The moment she stepped outside, she saw Mu Mian sprawled on the ground, pointing tearfully at Wang Jia. Mom, Wang Jia tried to scratch me! Look at those long nails—if she’d dug into me, I’d have lost a layer of skin!

Looking utterly pitiful, Mu Mian stretched out her arms for a hug. Though her acting was clumsy, Xiao Xiao’s heart had long since sided with her.

Don’t be scared, Xiao Xiao said, crouching down to embrace Mu Mian. Her gaze toward Wang Jia was icy. Tomorrow, we’re getting our relationship legally severed.

Xiao Xiao’s voice was colder than ice. Wang Jia, who had never been treated this way before, felt utterly wronged. No! I didn’t push her! She fell on her own!

It wasn’t me, Mom! It wasn’t me! Wang Jia repeated desperately, her voice cracking with anguish. She had come today hoping to salvage her mother-daughter bond with Xiao Xiao, but now everything had backfired. Once their relationship was severed, she would truly have nothing left.