The White Moonlight Supporting Character Only Wants to Seduce the Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 38

Jiang Yushu’s voice stunned Yuan Mosui and Yuan Rupo alike. Isn’t that the same voice as the girl from the hotel restaurant earlier? Yuan Rupo thought he’d just stumbled upon a massive scoop.

 

So, the person my sister has been showering with gifts is that girl? Does that mean… she’s known all along that the girl is…? Holy crap, what kind of bombshell is this?!

 

Considering his sister’s age—no marriage, no relationships… So that’s why! She likes girls!

 

He glanced at Yuan Mosui with a complicated expression. Why would she hide something like this?

 

At home, it’s just me and my sister. In other words, if she likes girls, that makes her the most ideal partner for women worldwide, right?

 

Good looks aside, she has a car, a house, and both parents are gone. Even her only brother can support himself.

 

A wife like that? You couldn’t find one even with a lantern, you know?

 

“Sister?” Yuan Rupo asked cautiously, noticing Yuan Mosui’s prolonged silence. “Was that…?”

 

Yuan Mosui snapped her phone shut with a click and hummed in acknowledgment. “It was her. I’ve been sleeping so well in her livestream lately.”

 

A sudden wave of unease washed over Yuan Mosui, making her feel like a cat whose tail had been caught.

 

She had been by her father’s side since she was seventeen, battling in the cutthroat business world. By twenty, she was already capable of handling things independently. The Yuan Family’s business primarily revolved around the gambling industry, a sector notorious for its challenges.

 

Yuan Mosui had always considered herself a cold-hearted person, yet Jiang Yushu’s words had momentarily disrupted her composure.

 

Perhaps she needed to change how she interacted with Jiang Yushu.

 

This unfamiliar sensation of having her emotions controlled by another person left Yuan Mosui feeling strangely disoriented.

 

In nearly thirty years, she had never experienced anything like this before.

 

In the business world, Yuan Mosui was resolute and decisive, qualities that had allowed her to single-handedly shoulder the complex family business after their parents’ passing five years prior.

 

Yuan Rupo raised an eyebrow, finding his sister’s intentions as inscrutable as ever. What was she trying to convey now?

 

His keen perception hadn’t missed the faint smile playing at the corner of her lips when the girl mentioned going home—a genuine smile from the depths of her heart.

 

It was an expression Yuan Rupo hadn’t seen on his sister’s face since their parents’ death.

 

He knew better than anyone that his sister appeared cold and aloof. Even the company’s veterans described her as an emotionless monarch. But her true nature was one of tenderness and strength.

 

“Sister, if you like her…”

 

“Sleep,” Yuan Mosui snapped, abruptly rising from her seat at the mention of “like.” She cut off any further conversation with her brother and strode into her room.

 

The door slammed shut behind her. Yuan Mosui leaned against the panel, her mind in turmoil.

 

Her father’s voice and the girl’s voice intertwined in her mind.

 

“Sister~”

 

“Sister.”

 

She couldn’t deny how much she loved hearing Jiang Yushu call her that, nor could she deny the special feelings she harbored for Jiang Yushu.

 

Thinking of the girl’s face, her lips curved into a smile, and Jiang Yushu’s various expressions flooded her mind:

 

The wild, unrestrained scene on the screen, the tender moment of coaxing a child to sleep, the sharp retort to Chen Yuzhi… until another voice echoed in her mind.

 

“Sui Sui, you must understand that our line of work isn’t truly honorable.”

 

Her father’s dying words, spoken as he gripped her hand, suddenly resurfaced in her memory.

 

The gambling industry wasn’t something just anyone could enter.

 

Across the entire nation, only the Macau government and the Yuan Family were permitted to operate. They possessed immense wealth, yet they were bound by their own helplessness.

 

As vassals of the state, they were forced to disclose their information publicly.

 

Lost in thought, Yuan Mosui stared up at the dark ceiling, memories of her youth flooding her mind.

 

The year her mother left, Yuan Mosui was fifteen, witnessing firsthand the terrifying nature of her family’s industry.

 

That year, her father, following government directives, publicly disclosed his personal information. As Yuan Mosui and her younger brother were still minors, they narrowly escaped disaster.

 

Yes, narrowly escaped disaster.

 

Her mother had been kidnapped. By the time they found her, she was no longer breathing.

 

Yuan Mosui never knew what her father felt that day. All she knew was that from that day forward, their home fell silent.

 

After formally taking over the family business, Yuan Mosui, like her father, was forced to disclose her own information.

 

Over the years, she had endured countless kidnappings, threats, and assassination attempts.

 

But unlike her mother, Yuan Mosui was no weak woman.

 

After her mother’s death, she was sent to serve in the military, where she received rigorous training and rose to a position of authority.

 

Eventually, the shadowy forces targeting her retreated.

 

They knew that as long as Yuan Mosui lived, their ambitions for her family’s wealth would remain impossible.

 

If her father was an iron wall, Yuan Mosui was a wrecking ball. Such a background was not something anyone dared provoke.

 

In the past, Yuan Mosui would always bring bodyguards. Now, things were different. Even without them, no one dared to cross her.

 

As Yuan Mosui’s younger brother, Yuan Rupo often faced covert schemes as well.

 

But the Yuan Family was no pushover. The young man had honed his skills in the adult world.

 

Unlike his sister, he lacked her ruthless methods. Yet his silver tongue could charm anyone, earning him a coveted position as a political instructor in the military.

 

From then on, no one dared to bully the Yuan siblings.

 

But…

 

Yuan Mosui took a deep breath, feeling her chest tighten. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, finding only slight relief.

 

“Sui Sui, if you ever fall in love… stay away from that person.” These were the final words her dying father, a legendary figure who had battled countless foes, whispered to her on his deathbed.

 

Her father often said he had caused her mother’s death.

 

Will I cause your death too?

 

She rubbed her throbbing temples and collapsed onto the soft bed.

 

She was thinking of her again. Clenching her fists, Yuan Mosui struggled to control her emotions.

 

But this time, she didn’t realize that it wasn’t her emotions she needed to control, but her heart.

 

Even if she forced herself to avoid Jiang Yushu’s live streams, even if she refused to check her messages, those thoughts would relentlessly resurface in her mind, in her heart.

 

The karmic connection from their past life, bound by the red thread of fate, now tugged at the rhythm of her heart in this lifetime.

 

 

Jiang Yushu hadn’t started her broadcast yet, her eyes fixed on the chat window with Yuan Mosui on her phone. Message after message had been sent, but there was still no reply.

 

“What’s going on?” Could I have misread the situation?

 

Having lived through countless cycles in the Minor World, Jiang Yushu had quickly confirmed Yuan Mosui’s identity as Feng Canjiu. She was equally certain that Yuan Mosui currently harbored feelings for her.

 

Given their previous interactions, it was unthinkable that Yuan Mosui would ignore her messages completely.

 

Is it really just because we’re in a different world, a different body, that she’s become so impossible to read?

 

“Forget it.” Jiang Yushu tossed her phone aside and gazed at the sleeping child.

 

She turned on her side and pulled Little Yunyun into a tight embrace.

 

Little Yunyun is so adorable—much sweeter than that awkward woman, right?

 

Little Sys, what was Yuan Mosui’s fate?

 

Jiang Yushu suddenly asked. The Original Host’s life had been short; the moment Jiang Yushu arrived, the Original Host was destined to depart.

 

Jiang Yushu had paid little attention to the later events of the story. But now that she knew Yuan Mosui’s true identity, she found herself curious about what lay ahead.

 

Her family ran a gambling business, and unfortunately, the Male Lead’s family had long coveted their territory. To gain the villain’s trust, the Male Lead had courted her for some time, and the two had made some real progress. After deceiving the villain, they joined forces with another family…

 

“What kind of progress?” Jiang Yushu narrowed her eyes slightly. Could it be what I’m thinking?

 

The System hummed twice. Exactly what you’re thinking. But the Male Lead was only lusting after her body; there were no genuine feelings involved. Yuan Mosui was too domineering, and the Male Lead couldn’t tolerate that. The Female Lead’s family was aligned with the government and had a strained relationship with the Yuan Family. The Female Lead and Male Lead were essentially partners in crime, plotting to bring down the Yuan Family.

 

However, the Female Lead’s family was deeply patriarchal. Before she gained access to the Yuan Family’s affairs, she had been largely left to her own devices.

 

“Tell me more,” Jiang Yushu said, her sleepiness completely gone. Just hearing about the Male Lead’s entanglement with Yuan Mosui had fully awakened her mind.

 

Sigh, don’t let your imagination run wild. Given the current situation, the chances of the villain becoming infatuated with the Male Lead are practically zero. When the Host takes action, they’re all just ants.

 

At this rate, the villain was already completely captivated by the Host’s voice, leaving the Male Lead as nothing more than a background character.

 

Jiang Yushu closed her eyes, saying nothing. Her silent aura prompted the System to continue its explanation.

 

The villain has a younger brother, a pure-hearted boy who genuinely believed he had found true love when he met the Female Lead. Under her deception, he committed many foolish acts…

 

As the System recounted the story, Jiang Yushu mentally summarized it: the Yuan siblings, Yuan Mosui and Yuan Rupo, would become stepping stones for the protagonists’ success.

 

The two protagonists, enduring humiliation and compromise under the villain’s control in this world, would seize the Yuan Family’s ill-gotten fortune for the public good.

 

They would earn the world’s applause, while the Yuan siblings, stripped of everything, would become scapegoats for the gambling industry that had ruined countless lives. They would become punching bags for desperate gamblers.

 

Failed love and fabricated crimes would become the murderers of the Yuan siblings.

 

What kind of justice was this?

 

Jiang Yushu felt a headache coming on. In her previous life, Feng Canjiu had never been burdened with such damned romantic entanglements.

 

A cool, small hand gently massaged her temples. The little one in her arms opened its ink-black eyes, gazing unblinkingly at Jiang Yushu.

 

“Yunyun, are you awake?” Jiang Yushu poked the child’s forehead. Fu Chenlan really knew how to have children; his daughter was impossibly beautiful.

 

Remembering the Omega he’d met at the orphanage, his wife was also stunningly beautiful. It wasn’t as if he’d been taken advantage of.

 

Fu Qingyun tilted her head, not understanding why Jiang Yushu was wearing such a complex expression. “That won’t happen.”

 

“What?” Jiang Yushu couldn’t treat Fu Qingyun like an ignorant child. The child’s mind rivaled the most advanced computers on the most developed planets in the universe.

 

Fu Qingyun sat up in Jiang Yushu’s arms. “That aunt’s soul has been replaced. I can sense her incredibly powerful energy field. Such a strong soul cannot be influenced by external forces.”

 

By “external forces,” she meant fate itself—the predetermined plot of this world.

 

“The moment Master appeared, this world’s trajectory shifted onto an entirely new path.”

 

Jiang Yushu stared at the child in stunned silence. It was true.

 

In the past four hundred thousand years, whenever Jiang Yushu had inhabited the Original Host’s body, the Original Host’s thread of fate had never been completely severed.

 

But this time, the Original Host was already dead.

 

According to the laws of the universe, the identity of “Jiang Yushu” was now completely free.

 

Jiang Yushu pinched Fu Qingyun’s cheek and murmured softly, “You’re so adorable, Little Yunyun.”

 

Fu Qingyun, soothed by Jiang Yushu’s powerful soul, brushed aside her hand and nestled into her arms, falling into a deep sleep.

 

Stroking the child’s soft hair, Jiang Yushu pondered her next move. While her words were true in theory, how should she deal with the protagonists?

 

The Female Lead had stolen what belonged to the Original Host and caused her death. By any measure, this was a capital crime.

 

Recalling the lingering despair she had felt upon first entering this body, Jiang Yushu’s eyes darkened. The Original Host should have been a free soul, but because she had encountered those two scoundrels—the Female Lead and the Male Lead—she had been forced to leave this world at such a young age.

 

Side Quest: Fulfill the Original Host’s final wish to earn 100,000 Energy Points and a Memory Fragment.

 

Jiang Yushu’s pupils constricted, her bl00d seeming to freeze in her veins. A Memory Fragment… could it be… my memories?