Transmigrated As The Villainous Scumbag Wife Of A Disabled Tycoon - Chapter 6
6
Cheng Xing’s words were half-true, half-false.
It was her first time holding a woman so closely.
The other’s body was soft, carrying a faint scent of gardenia, which didn’t match her cold demeanor at all. It was more like the warmth of spring arriving. Unconsciously, Cheng Xing loosened her grip slightly, careful not to overstep.
Being so close, she could tell that Jiang Ciyi wasn’t as composed as she appeared.
Though her words were provocative, each sentence cutting deeper than the last, her back was stiff, and her body trembled faintly.
…A person pretending to be strong.
Cheng Xing lowered her eyes, her warm palm gently resting on Jiang Ciyi’s back, offering comfort without any ulterior motives, simply wanting to give her a bit more strength.
But in the next moment, Jiang Ciyi pushed her away.
Those cold, frosty eyes met hers, piercing straight into Cheng Xing’s heart.
In an instant, Jiang Ciyi turned her gaze to the door, her tone icy. “Miss Xu, you saw it too. She’s the one clinging to me relentlessly.”
Cheng Xing, sitting beside her, pursed her lips and looked over.
The girl at the door looked furious, letting out a light scoff. She walked over and placed a bouquet of roses on the table. “Jiang the Cripple, who doesn’t know it was you who tricked my Sister Xing with your schemes? And you have the nerve to say that.”
“You.” Cheng Xing frowned, momentarily unsure who the newcomer was.
But the voice was familiar. It was the same piercing voice she’d heard before passing out that day.
“Sister Xing.” Xu Zhaozhao approached, looking at Cheng Xing with puppy-like eyes. “Don’t you recognize me?”
Cheng Xing had a general understanding of the book’s plot and knew a bit about the characters, but she had almost none of the original host’s memories. The only clear remnants were moments with the female lead, Jiang Ciyi. She genuinely didn’t remember insignificant people like this.
So, she decided to play along. “That night, I hit my head and lost some memories.”
“I’m Zhaozhao!” Xu Zhaozhao blinked. “Your sister, Xu Zhaozhao.”
“Hm?”
Cheng Xing recalled that the book described the original host as having two older brothers, with loving parents and a warm family environment. Because her father adored daughters, her mother, Guan Linmin, went through three pregnancies to give birth to her. After her birth, her mother’s health deteriorated, and she never had another child.
So where did this Xu Zhaozhao come from?
And the way Xu Zhaozhao looked at her—it was as if she was the original host’s romantic little sister.
Cheng Xing’s expression showed confusion, and Xu Zhaozhao explained, “My parents passed away, and when I was sixteen, I came to the Cheng family. You told me to treat this place like my own home. Have you forgotten me too?”
Cheng Xing then remembered that Xu Zhaozhao was indeed mentioned in the book, though only briefly. She was a minor accomplice to the original host, the villain. Because she liked the original host, she helped her do many terrible things, including locking Jiang Ciyi in an attic and treating her like a caged dog—an idea that came from Xu Zhaozhao.
Later, after Jiang Ciyi was taken back to her family, Xu Zhaozhao remained infatuated with the original host. Realizing the original host never cared for her, she lashed out in anger, targeting Jiang Ciyi again. She attempted to kidnap Jiang Ciyi to force the original host to beg her, but it backfired, becoming a key moment that deepened Jiang Ciyi’s bond with her childhood sweetheart.
…
Cheng Xing didn’t quite understand the logic of this plot. Perhaps the author intended to create a yandere villain but, for the sake of the romantic subplot, turned her into a foolish one instead.
The people and events in the book often lacked logic.
With a clearer picture, Cheng Xing responded coolly, “I really don’t remember much.”
Xu Zhaozhao: “…”
“It must be Jiang the Cripple bewitching you!” Xu Zhaozhao glared at Jiang Ciyi. “Your injury this time must be her doing too!”
“Enough!” Cheng Xing’s voice was gentle but now carried a hint of anger, sharp and commanding.
Xu Zhaozhao froze, her eyes instantly welling up with tears, looking pitiful. “Sister Xing…”
Cheng Xing took a deep breath. “Xu Zhaozhao, since you call me Sister Xing, you should know I’m married. Is this how you show respect to your sister-in-law? Is this how the Cheng family raised you?”
Tears shimmered in Xu Zhaozhao’s eyes, on the verge of falling, making her look even more pitiful.
In the past, whenever she made this expression, Cheng Xing would soften and let her off. But now, Cheng Xing only gave her a sidelong glance and said indifferently, “If that’s the case, there’s no need for you to call me your sister.”
“Sister Xing!” Xu Zhaozhao called out in shock.
What was going on?
Had Sister Xing been possessed?
Before, when she badmouthed Jiang Ciyi, Sister Xing would just listen casually. Everyone said Sister Xing was deeply in love with Jiang the Cripple, but that wasn’t true.
Jiang the Cripple was just a substitute Sister Xing used to provoke Manchun, who had left in a huff. That’s why Sister Xing married this cripple to spite her.
But today…
Before Xu Zhaozhao could process it, Cheng Xing said coldly, “Those who disrespect my wife don’t deserve to stay here. Miss Xu, please leave.”
“Sister Xing, you…” Xu Zhaozhao reached out, trying to cling to her arm and act coy, but Cheng Xing dodged swiftly, leaving Xu Zhaozhao’s hand hanging awkwardly in the air. A single tear fell, giving her a fragile, broken beauty.
Xu Zhaozhao was an actress, and at this moment, her acting peaked. Unfortunately, Cheng Xing didn’t even look.
“Please.” Cheng Xing said heavily, her tone unmistakably final.
Xu Zhaozhao clenched her fists, but then she heard a low chuckle. Turning, she saw Jiang Ciyi sitting on the hospital bed, looking frail but with a cold smirk on her pale face.
Back in school, she was always like this.
High and mighty, never giving anyone a proper glance.
Even now, reduced to such a pathetic state, she was still so infuriating.
Xu Zhaozhao’s disdain didn’t faze Jiang Ciyi in the slightest. With a cold scoff, she straightened her back. “Sister Xing, you’re tired today, so I won’t disturb your rest. I’ll leave now.”
Wiping away her fake tears, she turned and left, her high heels clicking as she went.
The hospital room returned to silence.
Cheng Xing sat on a hospital bench, lost in thought. The autumn leaves in Jianggang were tinged with red and yellow, adding a touch of desolation.
Yes, Jianggang.
Not the dazzling, extravagant city she knew, but a fictional place.
Yet everything she’d experienced here told her it was modeled after Hong Kong.
By the way, Cheng Xing had checked—Beijing here wasn’t called Beijing but Jingshi.
After Xu Zhaozhao left yesterday, Jiang Ciyi seemed exhausted. She put away her sharp tongue and lay quietly on the hospital bed, eyes closed, pretending to sleep.
Cheng Xing wanted to explain, but as soon as she started, Jiang Ciyi shushed her.
Jiang Ciyi’s tone was cold. “I’m not interested in lies. If Miss Cheng wants to keep deceiving, find someone else.”
Cheng Xing explained, “I’m not lying. I really want to change.”
“A person’s nature doesn’t change,” Jiang Ciyi said without opening her eyes, her voice weak, as if the earlier performance had drained all her energy. Yet her words were unrelenting. “Just like a dog can’t stop eating sh1t.”
Cheng Xing tried to say more, but Jiang Ciyi cut her off. “I’m tired and sleepy. Miss Cheng, if you have more to say, go chase after your sister. I don’t want to hear it.”
Cheng Xing: “…”
In that situation, all she could manage was, “Rest well,” before leaving the room.
When she returned later, Jiang Ciyi was still asleep.
A night passed, and Cheng Xing had regained some strength, though she’d also acquired several new wounds.
After the nurse changed her bandages in the morning, she left the room and sat on the bench for a long time.
Last night, she’d charged the original host’s phone and unlocked it with facial recognition this morning.
The phone had far more contacts than her own, mostly second-generation rich kids and officials. She was in all sorts of group chats—some inviting her to sunbathe on Maldives beaches, others to gamble in Las Vegas, or to play golf, dine at [Shiyan], or race cars at Wangqingshan. It was a massive social scene.
In short, an introvert’s nightmare. (INFP)
Unfortunately, Cheng Xing was that introvert.
Such social settings would leave her drained for a week.
She didn’t dare delete the original host’s contacts or chat logs, so she used them to piece together what kind of person the original host was, trying her best to mimic her.
She didn’t want anyone to notice she was a different person. If she admitted to being a transmigrator, the best outcome would be a mental hospital, the worst a research lab where they’d crack open her skull.
So, she had to keep up the act.
Jiang Ciyi was already suspicious, but Cheng Xing stayed calm because she was Cheng Xing now.
Her bl00d was Cheng Xing’s. No technology could prove she wasn’t.
Any odd behavior could be explained as “turning over a new leaf.”
She could even spin a mythical tale, saying a bodhisattva or Buddha enlightened her in a dream, inspiring her to be a better person.
Cheng Xing spent half an hour online, crafting a convincing story.
As she was refining it, a clear voice called out, “Cheng Xing, what are you doing?”
She quickly switched her phone screen to the home page. The sound of wheels rolling on the floor reached her ears, and she looked up to see Zheng Shuqing pushing Jiang Ciyi toward her against the light.
Jiang Ciyi’s long hair was loosely clipped with a shark clip, no accessories, just a blue-and-white striped hospital gown. Zheng Shuqing, likely worried she’d be cold, had draped an apricot-colored wool coat over her.
A simple outfit, but Jiang Ciyi’s face made it anything but ordinary.
Cheng Xing was momentarily stunned, then heard Zheng Shuqing chuckle. “How many times have you seen our Jiangjiang, and you’re still looking at her like you’ve never seen the world?”
Cheng Xing snapped back to reality. “Sorry.”
“If you’re sorry, then go with our Jiangjiang to the Civil Affairs Bureau,” Zheng Shuqing said, her hostility softer than yesterday but still sharp beneath the surface. “Our Jiangjiang has been waiting for you for a long time.”
“Huh?” Cheng Xing pursed her lips, looking at Jiang Ciyi. “Didn’t we agree not to divorce?”