The Villainess Is Pretending to Be Sweet Again Today (Transmigration) - Chapter 8

In the dimly lit nightclub, the pounding beats and bass reverberated through the air.

Nuo Yang and her three friends found a corner table to sit at. Though it was only a little past 6 p.m., the dance floor was already packed with people.

Cheng Bai, who had been here a few times before, seemed familiar with the place. She ordered a few bottles of alcohol and a fruit platter from the bartender before letting him leave.

“Every table here has a minimum spend,” Cheng Bai explained to the group. “Ours is 3,000.”

Chu Kexin gasped, “That’s really expensive!”

“It’s not too bad,” Cheng Bai replied. “There’s a lot to see here, so 3,000 isn’t much.”

As they chatted, a new song started playing on the dance floor—more upbeat than the last, drawing even more people in. Watching the crowd, Nuo Yang glanced around curiously.

“Nuo Yang, wanna come dance?” Cheng Bai and the others called out.

Nuo Yang shook her head. She wasn’t much of a dancer and politely declined.

“I’ll stay and watch our stuff,” she said. “You guys go ahead.”

The three didn’t argue—with how dark and crowded it was, someone really did need to keep an eye on their belongings.

From 6 p.m. to 8 p.m., the Punk Night event grew increasingly packed. What had once been an open dance floor was now shoulder-to-shoulder, and they were lucky to have arrived early enough to secure a table.

Eventually, Cheng Bai and the others grew tired and sat back to watch the performers on stage, enjoying the lively atmosphere.

Then, a burst of cheers erupted from across the room, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Again, again, again!”

“Wow!”

“Table No. 2 just ordered a 100,000-yuan bottle of red wine!”

“100,000?! That means they can request a dance!”

Before Nuo Yang could process what was happening, a woman’s voice echoed over the club’s speakers:

“Congratulations to Table No. 2 for spending over 100,000 yuan! As tonight’s highest-spending guests, you’ve earned the right to request a performance from our Punk Night dancers!”

Nuo Yang and her friends gasped in amazement.

“Spending 100,000 gets you a dance,” Chu Kexin said excitedly. “We came at the right time—free entertainment!”

Nuo Yang was curious. “I wonder what kind of dance they’ll pick.”

The guests at Table No. 2, clearly regulars, immediately called out, “Lingerie show!”

The crowd erupted.

Punk Night’s lingerie show was legendary—a dozen stunning women strutting around the dance floor in lingerie before ending with a kiss for the lucky table.

The moment the request was made, the music shifted.

Within minutes, a group of women with long black hair and heavy makeup emerged from backstage, weaving through the crowd.

Seasoned patrons pulled out cash, tucking bills into the dancers’ lingerie and sneaking a quick touch as they passed.

When the performers reached Nuo Yang’s table, some lingered while others moved on.

Cheng Bai and the others quickly handed over money, stuffing bills into the dancers’ outfits. Nuo Yang, wide-eyed, couldn’t look away from the flash of bare legs.

A woman in a seductive purple nightgown, seeing Nuo Yang in this state, reached out to wrap an arm around her waist, planted a kiss on her cheek, and casually took the few hundred yuan clutched in her hand.

Meanwhile, standing on the second floor and looking down, Long Huaichang’s  gaze darkened slightly upon seeing Nuo Yang being kissed.

Nuo Yang probably hadn’t expected to be kissed either—her face flushed instantly, and her three friends at the table teased her mercilessly, leaving her flustered.

Long Huaichang narrowed her eyes slightly, a faint smirk curling at the corners of her lips.

So… her ‘big sister’ liked women, huh?

While the dance floor buzzed with excitement, the Long family villa was equally lively.

Long Yingjun was currently hosting a party at home, having invited numerous celebrities and socialites. When he received the manager’s call, he was initially annoyed—but upon hearing that Long Huaichang was at the club, he froze.

“Are you sure it’s Long Huai Chang?”

The manager on the other end confirmed repeatedly, “It’s definitely the young miss. She said she wanted to enter Punk Night, and I didn’t dare stop her, so I let her go to the VIP room on the second floor.”

Long Yingjun, currently holding a young model in his arms, pondered for a moment before saying, “Keep a close eye on her. Find out exactly what she’s doing at the club—report everything, no matter how small.”

“Understood.”

After hanging up, Long Yingjun tossed his phone aside and sank thoughtfully into a lounge chair.

His companion, noticing his distraction, draped herself over his chest and playfully brushed her hair against his neck, murmuring softly, “Handsome Brother, whose call was that? You seem so distracted.”

Long Yingjun glanced at her and replied, “That illegitimate child.”

The woman perked up with curiosity. “Long Huai Chang?”

Long Yingjun nodded, pulling her slender waist closer. “Tell me—what’s a 16-year-old girl doing at a nightclub?”

The woman chuckled lazily. “Aside from spending money… maybe she’s there to earn some?”

Long Yingjun grinned. “Right, you make a good point. She already rented out her place—no idea where she’s staying now. I told the agent to hurry up and lease it out, but they dragged their feet for a whole month. If they weren’t my own people, I’d say they’re completely incompetent.”

With that, he picked up his phone again and sent a voice message to the manager: “Watch Long Huaichang closely. If she gets too friendly with anyone at the club, let me know immediately.”

Setting his phone down, Long Yingjun patted his stomach and mused, “Perfect timing. I’ve got a few clients who like girls around fifteen or sixteen. Long Huaichang is so pretty—it’d be a waste not to make use of her…”

——————

By 9 p.m., Nuo Yang, still worried about Long Huaichang waiting outside, bid her colleagues goodbye first.

Stepping out of the club, she spotted a familiar figure sitting on a flower bed nearby. She walked over and said, “Why are you waiting here? I told you to go to the bookstore.”

It was dark here, and the mosquitoes were relentless—this kid really was foolish.

Long Huaichang glanced at the manager by the club entrance, who was eyeing them, then said to Nuo Yang, “Sister, I’m so hungry. Let’s grab something to eat before heading home.”

Nuo Yang was indeed a little hungry herself—she’d been drinking nothing but water all night.

The two got up and walked toward the roadside. Long Huaichang kept staring at Nuo Yang’s profile, her dark eyes like curtains, making Nuo Yang feel slightly uneasy.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Long Huaichang pursed her lips and smiled. “What were you doing over there earlier, sis? Dancing?”

Nuo Yang replied, “No, I was just having a meal.”

“Then why is there lipstick on your face?”

“!!”

Nuo Yang remembered the woman who had kissed her earlier. The lighting had been too dim for anyone to notice then, but now under the streetlights, she could clearly see a red mark on her cheek.

“This… this is…” Nuo Yang blushed furiously and defended, “It’s just ketchup I accidentally smeared while eating! Not lipstick!”

Long Huaichang watched with amusement as Nuo Yang frantically wiped her cheek with a wet wipe. She didn’t expose the lie, merely saying cheerfully, “Be more careful when eating next time, sis. Don’t get it on your face again.”

……………

Monday.

The sun was shining brightly that day. After two days of rest, Nuo Yang had fully recovered her energy and woke up early to prepare breakfast.

Over the past week, she felt she had grown somewhat closer to Long Huai Chang, though she wasn’t entirely sure about the girl’s thoughts. There was still a long road ahead, and before meeting the story’s female lead, Nuo Yang intended to nurture Long Huaichang into a good person.

Perhaps then, she could have a completely different ending.

With this in mind, Nuo Yang decided to personally cook breakfast and wake Long Huaichang for school.

“It’s already 7! Why are you still sleeping?”

Nuo Yang pushed open Long Huaichang’s  bedroom door to find her still curled up under the blankets. “Hurry up and get ready!” she urged. “If you don’t leave now, you’ll be late!”

Long Huaichang opened her eyes to glance at her, then pulled the covers back over her head.

Seeing this, Nuo Yang quickly yanked the blanket away. “Time to get up. Doesn’t your school start at 8? You’ll still have time for breakfast if you get up now.”

Long Huaichang remained curled up on the bed, unwilling to move.

What was the point of going to school anyway?

Those classmates from wealthy, privileged families—would they ever accept someone with her illegitimate status?

And that homeroom teacher… Anyone teaching at this school must have connections. Besides, she couldn’t even pay the tuition. Going would just mean humiliation. Better to stay home and sleep.

Nuo Yang found Long Huaichang’s  sleepy expression rather adorable. She crouched by the bed and pinched the girl’s cheek. “Get up already. I made breakfast—don’t you want to try it?”

Eventually, Nuo Yang managed to haul Long Huaichang out of bed. Yawning, the girl trudged toward the bathroom.

Though she moved sluggishly, they still made it out the door by 7:30.

After saying goodbye, Nuo Yang took the bus while Long Huaichang glanced at the underground parking lot. After some thought, she decided against taking her motorcycle and walked to school step by step.

She arrived just in time.

As the city’s most prestigious private school, Long Huaichang’s  campus was naturally luxurious. Beyond standard classrooms, it boasted various specialized lab areas and corporate partnership training zones.

Even the desks and chairs were made of high-end, safe, and non-toxic materials, exuding extravagance as if afraid people wouldn’t realize how wealthy this place was.

Long Huaichang walked into her classroom. Each grade had its own dedicated teaching building. As soon as she entered, she noticed her usual seat was empty. Glancing around, she found her desk had been moved to the farthest corner, piled high with junk.

“Well, if it isn’t the esteemed Miss Long?”

A brown-haired boy in the class sneered as she walked in. “We all thought you’d gone home to inherit your family fortune and wouldn’t be coming back to school. So we did you a favor and cleared your spot—figured your desk was the perfect place to dump all the classroom trash!”

The boy’s family was one of the city’s top-tier elites, but since they were overshadowed by the Long family, resentment had festered over generations. By now, the younger generation had inherited that disdain.

Long Huaichang frowned and snapped, “Who gave you permission to touch my desk?”

The brown-haired boy crossed his legs and smirked. “Temper, temper. You’re not the head of the family yet.”

Long Huaichang said coldly, “Tan Zhixing, put my desk back the way it was.”

Tan Zhixing spat and tilted his chin up, enunciating each word, “Who. The. Hell. Do. You. Think. You. Are?”

Before he could finish, Long Huaichang shrugged off her backpack and hurled it straight at his face!

Amid the gasps of the class, Long Huaichang and Tan Zhixing—along with two other boys—descended into a brawl.

The classroom erupted in howls of pain, curses, and frantic attempts to break up the fight.

The homeroom teacher and a counselor rushed over, pulling the four apart.

Tan Zhixing’s recently transplanted brown hair had been torn out in patches, and all three boys sported bruises in a spectacular array of colors. In contrast, Long Huaichang only had slightly disheveled clothes—completely unharmed.

Clutching his scalp, Tan Zhixing snarled, “Long Huaichang, you bastard b1tch! How dare you pull my hair?”

Just as Long Huaichang raised her foot to kick, the homeroom teacher bellowed, “Enough! All four of you—to the office, now!”