Quick Transmigration Conquering the Yandere Supporting Female Character - Chapter 4

Company, inheritance rights, status…

The thought was unbearable for Wang Jia. She knelt heavily before Xiao Xiao, her eyes pleading. Mom, I’m not here to argue. I’m here to admit my mistakes. Please forgive me. I swear I didn’t push Mu Mian. She’s just a scheming b1tch—she’s been manipulating you this whole time!

Her words were half insult, half explanation, but Xiao Xiao didn’t believe a word. She stepped in front of Mu Mian and snapped, Get out now! This isn’t a request, it’s an order!

Feeling Xiao Xiao’s sudden surge of authority, Mu Mian couldn’t help but admire her. Wow! So cool!

No, Mom, no! You can’t do this to me! I’m your daughter! Wang Jia’s face twisted into a ferocious grimace as Xiao Xiao’s distant gaze pierced her.

Mu Mian, hiding behind Xiao Xiao, flashed Wang Jia a triumphant smile. Yay!

Mu Mian mouthed the words silently, clearly taunting her.

You! Wang Jia’s eyes blazed with fury. She lunged to grab Mu Mian, but a security guard blocked her. Her voice dripped with resentment Is this because of Mu Mian? Is that why you’re kicking me out? How could Mu Mian ever compare to me?

How could she ever compare to me?

Mu Mian, feeling called out, glanced disdainfully at Wang Jia before shaking her head with an unspoken sigh. Sigh.

Her meaning couldn’t have been clearer. Provoked beyond measure, Wang Jia, fueled by some unknown strength, broke free from the security guard. I won’t leave! I won’t leave! I refuse to leave!

She threw herself to the ground, thrashing and rolling like a spinning top, performing a clumsy, comical Thomas Flair. In the process, she kicked over all the belongings she’d brought with her.

Glass bottles of lotions, perfumes, and other items shattered, releasing a chaotic mix of fragrances that made Mu Mian dizzy. Is this what a Quick Transmigration villain is like? Why are they acting so childish?

Mu Mian inwardly scorned Wang Jia’s behavior, watching as security guards dragged her out, kicking and screaming.

Mom, Wang Jia is so scary! I’m so frightened, Mu Mian whimpered, like a startled little rabbit, burying her face in Xiao Xiao’s arms for comfort.

Xiao Xiao stroked Mu Mian’s head, soothing her with practiced ease. Don’t worry, darling. With Mommy here, there’s nothing to be afraid of.

Xiao Xiao relished Mu Mian’s dependence on her, a warmth far more satisfying than the sterile comfort of their villa. Meanwhile, Wang Jia, being dragged out by the guards, had lost all dignity, still spewing threats Let go of me! I’m the heiress of the Cotton Group! If you don’t release me now, I’ll have you all fired!

The guards remained impassive, each gripping one of Wang Jia’s arms, as if they wanted to hurl her miles away.

After all, Wang Jia had always mocked them, treating them as less than human. Now, she was at their mercy.

Thump! Wang Jia was thrown down headfirst. Before she could even right herself, her phone rang Ring-ring!

Pulling the phone from her pocket, Wang Jia answered irritably Hello? Who is this? What do you want— She was cut off by Xu Yun’s voice on the other end.

[ What’s wrong, Jiajia? Is this Wang Jia? ] The Wang Jia Xu Yun knew always spoke to her in a gentle, soft voice—nothing like this harsh tone. Xu Yun almost thought she had dialed the wrong number.

[ Ah? I didn’t check the caller ID. I’ve been getting so many spam calls lately. Sorry, Yunyun. ] As soon as Wang Jia recognized Xu Yun’s voice, her attitude shifted dramatically, the impatience on her face instantly replaced by fawning obsequiousness.

Her voice sounded as fake as if she had a pair of slippers stuck in her mouth. But Xu Yun couldn’t care less about Wang Jia’s tone.

[ It’s fine. How did your conversation with your mother go? ] Xu Yun cut straight to the point. Her only reason for calling was to gather information from Wang Jia.

But Wang Jia suddenly stammered, [ Ah? Oh, oh, it went okay. Nothing major. Just wait for my good news. ]

She casually tossed out a lie. Xu Yun, assuming the matter was settled, immediately brightened and suggested, [ Then let’s go see a movie tonight? ]

[ Okay Yunyun-jie, I’ll hang up now, okay? ] Wang Jia replied sweetly. The moment the call ended, both women instantly dropped their smiles, each harboring their own ulterior motives as they plotted against each other.

Xu Yun wanted to acquire the Cotton Group to expand her own company’s production scale. Wang Jia, knowing she wasn’t the true heiress, was determined to secure Xu Yun as quickly as possible.

In this world where same-s3x marriage was legal, marrying Xu Yun would grant Wang Jia half of Xu Yun’s assets. Once I have that, what wouldn’t be mine? she thought.

Brushing off the grass stains, Wang Jia immediately contacted a stylist.

Meanwhile, in the villa, Mu Mian lay bored on her bed, sighing repeatedly.

Master, why are you sighing so much? Guobaorou asked, flying out of the Space Station when he saw her melancholy expression.

Mu Mian rolled over in bed, clearly uninterested in talking to the useless snack. It’s nothing.

Master, tell me! It’s my duty to help you with your troubles, Guobaorou insisted, hovering persistently in front of her. He seemed determined to stay there until she spoke.

I still haven’t even met Su He. How am I supposed to conquer her? Do I have to camp outside the Xu Group’s headquarters? Mu Mian asked, her voice heavy with frustration as she watched Guobaorou float back and forth.

Even if she could bring herself to stake out the Xu Group’s entrance, the company employed at least several thousand people. Finding Su He in that sea of faces would be impossible.

Aiyo Master, why didn’t you ask me? I still have a tracking card! Guobaorou boasted proudly. Now that it had a physical form, Mu Mian snatched it out of the air. You had such a high-tech card and didn’t mention it sooner? she grumbled. It’s like you only offer milk after the baby’s dead, or hand me toilet paper after I’ve already wiped. Hurry up and find her location!

But Master, you never asked me! Guobaorou protested, wriggling free from Mu Mian’s tight grip. Within seconds, it pinpointed Su He’s exact location Master, Su He is currently buying coffee at the café at 102 Jinghua Street.

Buying coffee? That’s too quick. By the time I get there, she’ll probably be gone. Realizing this was a rare opportunity, Mu Mian decided to keep things simple.

She immediately opened the wardrobe, which was fully stocked. From trench coats to cashmere sweaters, each garment was protected by a dust bag, suggesting they were all newly purchased by Xiao Xiao.

Mu Mian selected a simple white chiffon dress, its only embellishments being three buttons at the collar and handmade lace at the cuffs. The bobbin lace, far more intricate and dense than a spider’s web, required days of work by a skilled Italian artisan and was worth a fortune.

After slipping into the dress, Mu Mian pulled her hair free from the neckline and draped a plain camel-colored bathrobe-style coat over her shoulders. The wide sleeves perfectly showcased the batwing sleeves of the dress, revealing the delicate lace beneath.

Pleased with her outfit, Mu Mian noticed the belt, even when tightened to its tightest setting, still felt a bit loose. Considering the chilly spring weather, she added a British plaid wool scarf around her neck for warmth.

Unlike cheap wool that makes you want to sneeze, this scarf was soft and comfortable, covering most of Mu Mian’s face and leaving only her amber-colored eyes visible.

People often say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and Mu Mian’s windows seemed exceptionally large.

Inside the café, dressed in earth-toned hues, she pushed open the door and collided with Su He, who was about to leave. Both women gasped as Su He’s yuanyang latte began to spill, its lukewarm liquid splattering onto Mu Mian’s white chiffon dress. Su He stumbled back, and in the ensuing chaos, their eyes met, marking the official beginning of their story…

As Mu Mian prepared to leave, she glanced at herself in the mirror, imagining her first encounter with Su He. Time was short, allowing her only to fantasize about the beginning.

Mom, I’m heading out, Mu Mian called out to Xiao Xiao as she slipped on her shoes by the shoe cabinet.

Xiao Xiao emerged from her room, her face puzzled. Where are you going?

To meet a friend! Mu Mian replied, stuffing her canvas shoes on and dashing out. Xiao Xiao, though curious about how Mu Mian had made friends so quickly in C City, hoped she would have a good time.

Without hesitation, Xiao Xiao transferred five million yuan to Mu Mian’s bank card.

Uncle, hurry! Take me to the coffee shop at 102 Jinghua Street, Mu Mian urged, her expression urgent as she settled into Uncle Wang’s car. Inwardly, she hoped the line at the coffee shop would be even longer, so her trip wouldn’t be in vain.

Right away, young lady.

Uncle Wang floored the accelerator, reaching Jinghua Street in no time. The area was teeming with people, with five or six schools lining the street—from kindergartens to high schools, covering all age groups—and countless companies of all sizes.

Students, office workers, delivery drivers—it seemed like everyone in C City had converged here. They darted across the street, ignoring traffic rules and provoking angry shouts from car drivers.

Just drop me off at that intersection up ahead, Uncle Wang. And please, don’t get a parking ticket!

Mu Mian instructed Uncle Wang, her poverty practically etched into her bones after earning only thirty yuan in five years of writing adult fiction in her original world.

Uncle Wang parked as requested. As soon as the car came to a stop, Mu Mian bolted toward the coffee shop. Calling Snake! Which one here is Su He?

Reaching the coffee shop, she stood on tiptoe, scanning the crowd, but the sheer number of people was overwhelming.

Could my wish from the car have come true? The crowd outside the coffee shop was so dense, it was nearly on the verge of a stampede, rivaling the morning rush hour on the Beijing subway.

She glanced at the electronic screen. Guobaorou replied helplessly, Master, I don’t know either.

With no help available, Mu Mian steeled herself to search alone.

Hey, beautiful! Can I get your number? A young man interrupted her before she even entered the coffee shop.

Searching for Su He in the long queue, Mu Mian didn’t even glance at the man as she flatly refused, No.

Do you have a boyfriend? Or just don’t want to add me? The rejected man persisted, phone in hand, clinging to her like he deliberately couldn’t understand plain English.