Saving the Obsessive Villain Boss [Quick Transmigration] (GL) - Chapter 27

The moonlight was desolate and cold. The frail girl stood at the alley entrance. For some unknown reason, she suddenly bent down deeply, trembling in disbelief, and lightly sniffed her forearm.

She had just frantically searched the trash bin and pulled out a small soy milk cup from the grime and rubbish. Unfinished cola in the heap had spilled onto her hand, creating an indescribable smell, but there was indeed a subtle, faint scent of medicine.

Although it had been extremely diluted.

An unspeakable feeling welled up in her heart. She suddenly felt her eyes inexplicably burning. So it was true…

“Sis, how could you…”

A surprised voice came from behind her. The girl in the white skirt looked astonished at the girl squatting next to the garbage heap. She was holding a small white dog in her arms. Not far away, a tall, handsome boy followed the girl, frowning slightly.

Jiang Zhiyi’s back stiffened. She struggled to stand up. She hadn’t eaten for a day and a night, and almost collapsed to the ground as she stood. Gritting her teeth, she stabilized herself, kept her head down, ignored everyone, and staggered into the alley.

The handsome boy frowned, almost imperceptibly, at the lifeless back and warned: “Stay away from her.”

The girl in the white skirt bit her rosy lip and gently shook her head: “No, she’s my sister…”

The boy seemed very impatient, his brow furrowing deeper. He finally just sighed and stroked the girl’s soft long hair: “You, really…”

Shi Qingyi leaned against the alley entrance not far away, a piece of candy in her mouth, and let out a sneer when she heard this: “I haven’t seen you help your sister, who is too starved to stand straight.”

Let alone notice that she didn’t have a penny on her and often went hungry.

“Is she so hungry she’s digging through the trash? I clearly put bread in her desk drawer at noon today.” The light was too dim at night, and there wasn’t a proper street lamp at the entrance of this urban village alley. She only saw Jiang Zhiyi kneeling on the ground, shaking her hands and rummaging through the trash bin like a mad, hungry person, but she didn’t see what she actually found.

“Even if you put it there, she wouldn’t dare eat it. Who knows if there’s a cockroach or mustard inside? I still suggest you give it to her personally—it also helps lower the hatred value.”

The tone was very sincere, but she very cleverly avoided Shi Qingyi’s first question.

“So, someone really did such an immoral thing?” Shi Qingyi gave a fake smile, but her expression genuinely cooled down inch by inch.

“Uh—”

Why did the Host feel a little scary at this moment??

Jiang Zhiyi heard coughing while she was still at the stairwell. Jiang Guoqìng was home today, a rare occurrence when he wasn’t out drinking. The stairwell was very old, and the corridor was cluttered with trash. She paused outside for a while, as if psyching herself up, and only then laboriously walked in.

“Why are you back so late today? Where’s Zhiqíng?” Jiang Guoqìng, sitting at the table, saw her return and frowned impatiently. He looked behind her several times, didn’t see his daughter, and disliked Jiang Zhiyi even more.

“Always up to who knows what. You’re as dirty as if you crawled out of a trash heap. What garbage did you pick up to bring back?”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhiyi subconsciously hid the soy milk cup behind her. Her aunt came out of the kitchen and scolded: “What are you talking about? Zhiyi, ignore him. Hurry up and wash your hands and come eat. Today we have your favorite celery stir-fried with tofu. I’ll go see if Zhiqíng is back.”

Jiang Zhiyi nodded, not saying a word. Her aunt casually wiped her hands on her apron and hurried off to pick up Jiang Zhiqíng.

Smoke billowed from the kitchen. The smoke couldn’t escape the shack, which was hot and crowded, making her almost gasp for air.

“Don’t you have hands? Don’t you know how to serve the dishes? Do you just come back every day, do nothing, and wait to eat?” The man’s voice was coarse and unpleasant, eroded by years of smoking and drinking.

“Coming—” Jiang Zhiyi closed her eyes, supporting herself in the cramped space, breathing laboriously. The smell of the celery stir-fried with tofu placed nearby made her nauseous.

In the last period before her mother died, the family was too poor to make ends meet. She was only seven or eight years old, and she went to the market every morning to pick up vegetable leaves and reach the stove to cook. That period was spring, the season when celery grew wildly. She and her mother ate celery for a long, long time, so much so that later she couldn’t stand the smell…

The one who liked to eat celery was Jiang Zhiqíng. It was just that no one, absolutely no one, had ever cared what she liked to eat.

She bowed her head deeply, her eyes hidden in the darkness, her expression unreadable. After a long time, she slowly propped herself up. The wounds on her hand hadn’t healed. When she picked up the astonishingly hot dish, her arms trembled from the pain. But for some reason, she deliberately moved the wounds closer to the hot dish.

The dinner at the Jiang family was oppressive. Jiang Guoqìng complained about his recent bad luck and losing money. In the heat of his ranting, he suddenly coughed, a heart-wrenching, earth-shattering cough: “What kind of weather is this? Didn’t I just go out for a drink in the middle of the night yesterday? I actually caught a cold.”

He mumbled. Jiang Zhiqíng finally couldn’t stand it and put down her bowl: “Dad, can you stop going out to drink!”

This was an old topic. Seeing his daughter’s serious expression, Jiang Guoqìng blustered a few words: “What do kids know to butt in about…”

Seeing Jiang Zhiqíng’s face getting worse, he finally compromised, mumbling: “I won’t go, I won’t go. It’s just as well, I can’t go out with a cold…”

Jiang Zhiqíng slammed down her bowl and stormed into her room.

Throughout this farce, Jiang Zhiyi was eating, remaining silent. Jiang Guoqìng, already disliking her, felt uncomfortable after being lectured by his own daughter and turned to curse: “Eat, eat, eat, all you know is eat! I don’t know what kind of animal you were born as!”

Jiang Zhiyi froze completely. The food in her mouth choked in her throat, neither going down nor coming up. She quickly lowered her head, but she didn’t cry. She appeared indifferent, but Shi Qingyi, who was hiding on the balcony, saw her grip her chopsticks tighter and tighter, with a force that could almost snap the black bamboo chopsticks in half. Or perhaps, her own long, slender fingers, as thin as chopsticks, would break first.

Shi Qingyi finished the last bite of her candy with a crunch: “A scumbag like this actually gets a good ending. No wonder Jiang Zhiyi went crazy. I’d go crazy too if I were her.”

“People have two sides, you know. To Jiang Zhiyi, he’s garbage. To Jiang Zhiqíng, he’s a father with a conscience, it’s different.”

The System attempted to explain.

In the end of the story, Jiang Zhiyi successfully blackens and begins a series of retaliatory attacks against Jiang Guoqìng. Under Jiang Zhiyi’s coercion and the pressure of his serious illness, the man, who had been a scoundrel all his life, finally repented and was successfully reformed by his biological daughter. He then became an easy-going old man who had seen through everything and begged Jiang Zhiyi for forgiveness.

As a villain boss, Jiang Zhiyi would, of course, not forgive him. She had people beat Jiang Guoqìng and throw him out as if she’d heard some joke, followed by even more cruel revenge.

When she failed in the end, Jiang Guoqìng had already successfully white-washed and even pleaded with his son-in-law to spare his older sister. Well, after that, it was the expected ending. The real ending was that the male lead was no match for Jiang Zhiyi at all.

“Jiang Guoqìng never hit Jiang Zhiqíng, he just lacked a father’s love for many years. But he did physically abuse Jiang Zhiyi for many years, didn’t he? So whether to forgive him is Jiang Zhiyi’s freedom to choose.” The golden-haired girl flipped and jumped off the balcony with clean, sharp movements, landing without a sound.

“How do you know Jiang Guoqìng hit Jiang Zhiyi?” I don’t recall mentioning this setting?

“I found scars on her arm during the day. The injury on her forehead should have been caused by a blunt object. I didn’t see an injury on her forehead when I stopped her on the rooftop yesterday, and I followed her all the way to school this morning. Those people were inappropriate but didn’t hit her much. How she got the injury isn’t obvious?”

“…You’re not going home so late, where are you going?” The System tried to change the subject.

“To teach those people with inappropriate hands a lesson.”

The girl stepped lightly over the trash-strewn ground, like a golden bird, and was gone in a flash. Long after she left, the window of the shabby shack was slowly pushed open a crack.

The girl quietly looked intently at a corner outside the window, slowly pushing the window open all the way.

It was almost October. Although the daytime was still hot, the night was cold. The night wind blew in through the window, and soon after, the man’s increasingly heavy coughing could be heard.

The girl shrank back, looking at the soy milk cup on the simple desk. After a long while, she dared to quietly reach out and touch it.

It was like touching something unattainable, the moon in the sky. She didn’t dare to ask for more; just touching it was enough.

The next morning, Jiang Guoqìng was cursing about whether someone had forgotten to close the window last night. His cold had worsened. When he came out in his slippers to use the toilet, he coughed earth-shatteringly.

Jiang Zhiyi covered her ears in the darkness, closed her eyes tiredly, and whispered to herself.

It’s okay. Soon, very soon, he won’t be able to speak. At least for this period, he won’t be able to speak.

If only there was a day when he could be silenced forever, unable to utter those knife-like words again, and unable to drink that pungent liquor…

She buried her feverish forehead into the brand-new school uniform, quietly sniffing the faint scent on it. It was very faint, but it inexplicably calmed her restless heart.

Shi Qingyi, she really showed up at her doorstep yesterday. Will she come again today?

Just thinking this, a faint hope appeared in her originally gloomy mood.

This time when Jiang Zhiyi went out in the morning, she deliberately looked around. She didn’t see that golden figure, only the boy in the white shirt, wearing headphones and listening to English, leaning against the sycamore tree at the alley entrance. He seemed to be waiting for Jiang Zhiqíng.

A person of talent and virtue, that was the school heartthrob, Gu Chuānjǐng.

When he saw someone come out, his eyes brightened, but when he saw it was her, he turned back expressionlessly, even frowning and turning up the volume on his headphones.

It was as if he was expressing disgust. Jiang Zhiyi paused, and only after not seeing the person she wanted to see around did she lower her head in disappointment.

Shi Qingyi took a bite of her sandwich and commented: “The male lead’s double standards only apply to the female lead. He really looks like he despises the villain.”

No wonder the villain tormented him so much later. It wasn’t unfounded after all.

The System hesitated to speak but finally didn’t tell her the real reason why Jiang Zhiyi went so crazy later.

Thanks to Shi Qingyi cornering people in the alley last night and making a subtle threat, no one dared to extort poor little Jiang today. She walked along, clutching her three yuan, her palm sweating, and finally stood in front of the breakfast stall.

—She bought a cup of two-yuan soy milk.

“Is that enough to be full?” Shi Qingyi questioned the bean sprout in front of her who was sipping soy milk in small mouthfuls.

No wonder she was so thin. She usually didn’t eat.

“Of course it’s not enough. It’s time for you to show some love!” The System looked at her eagerly, watching her put the last bite of the sandwich into her mouth.

System: “…”

Shi Qingyi ignored the silenced System, picked up her school bag, and, as usual, entered the classroom in the last minute just as the bell rang. The class monitor, Sòng Míngzhī, quickly stood up: “That, Shi Tóngxué, we’ve moved your desk back. Please come and sit down.”

The desk was in the prime spot in the middle by the window, and everything on it was tidied up neatly.

“No thanks, it smells.” The pretty girl wrinkled her nose and walked straight to the back row.

The first self-study class was for the math teacher. The bald math teacher was already standing at the door with a dark face. Everyone felt a little awkward, and only the girl in the back row raised her head in surprise.

She had thought that person would at most only sit beside her for one day—

The morning math class didn’t have many formulas to memorize. The math teacher began to explain problems from the latest tutoring materials, which cost at least two hundred yuan even with the whole class ordering the cheapest version.

Jiang Zhiyi was the only one in the class who hadn’t ordered it. Of course, it was embarrassing, but after being embarrassed so many times, she had gotten used to it.

She naturally didn’t know what was being taught. She quietly flipped through her well-worn book. The person who had been sitting in the empty seat next to her for a while was there. She really wanted to turn her head and look, but she didn’t have the courage. Suddenly, a brand-new book was thrown from the side, landing on her desk.

The girl’s voice carried a hint of sleepy weariness: “Do this for me.”