Transmigrated As The Villainous Scumbag Wife Of A Disabled Tycoon - Chapter 62

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Everything seemed to unfold naturally, as if it were meant to be.

When the cigarette burned out, it was just a fleeting glance in the darkness, where the unspoken understanding between adults reached its peak.

One led the way, the other followed. Black and white created a stark visual contrast in the dim, noisy space.

They went to the nearest hotel, booked the most expensive room, and didn’t insert the keycard upon entering.

The streets of Jianggang were ablaze with dazzling lights at midnight, as bright as day. The residual glow illuminated the hotel room, but only near the massive floor-to-ceiling windows.

At the entrance, it was so dark they couldn’t see each other’s faces, but their eyes were visible.

A pair of eyes gleamed with predatory intensity, like a hunter poised to strike.

Their lips met, and Gu Qingfeng’s lips were pressed against her teeth, grinding softly.

This was entirely different from filming a kissing scene.

There were no cameras around, no crew members watching, no chance to call “cut.” Everything in the dim surroundings was amplified infinitely.

In the darkness, her senses of sight and hearing were heightened.

She could hear the woman’s voice, tinged with the scent of cigarettes and alcohol, letting out soft, almost imperceptible gasps—sounds like those of someone exhausted after running hundreds of meters. But because they were so close, every sound reached Gu Qingfeng’s ears clearly.

It made her ears tingle and itch.

When she instinctively shrugged her shoulders, cool lips suddenly kissed behind her ear.

In an instant, a shiver ran through her entire body.

Gu Qingfeng trembled slightly but caught sight of the massive floor-to-ceiling window, uncovered by even a sheer curtain.

Having been a celebrity for so many years, she knew this was the perfect setting for paparazzi to capture scandalous material. As the other woman held the back of her neck and kissed her collarbone, Gu Qingfeng pushed her away gently.

The woman’s eyes shimmered with moisture, her voice husky with a hint of arousal, yet she teased with seasoned ease, “Having second thoughts?”

“The curtains aren’t drawn,” Gu Qingfeng said, pushing her away and walking to the window. She glanced around discreetly but saw no cameras.

Perhaps tonight, the paparazzi were staking out her home or her company, never expecting her to come to a hotel.

After pulling the curtains, the room plunged into complete darkness, not a sliver of light seeping through.

Her eyes couldn’t adjust to the darkness immediately, so when she turned back, she couldn’t tell where the other woman was standing.

But in the next moment, moist lips kissed her, soft and effortlessly parting her lips.

Ambiguous tension swirled in the air.

All the romantic scenes Gu Qingfeng had acted in over the years were useless now. She was kissed into complete submission, defenseless.

The other woman didn’t seem particularly experienced either. A few times, their teeth clashed awkwardly, and when Gu Qingfeng tried to pull away, the woman held the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

Her lips were cool, but her palm was warm, resting comfortably on the nape of Gu Qingfeng’s neck.

Gu Qingfeng didn’t know if what she was doing tonight was right or wrong. When she was down to just her bra, lying on the bed, she stopped the other woman’s movements.

“Do you have any diseases?” Gu Qingfeng asked hoarsely.

The woman froze for a moment. “I had a checkup last month. Perfectly healthy. Any other questions, miss?”

“You don’t know who I am?” Gu Qingfeng asked.

“Should I?” The woman’s long hair brushed casually across Gu Qingfeng’s skin. Gu Qingfeng lowered her eyes, thinking for a moment.

The woman teased, “What, are you some big celebrity?”

Gu Qingfeng fell silent. The woman’s fingers traced her toned abs, circling her waist, her voice low and languid. “Any more questions, miss? Ask them all at once.”

“One last question,” Gu Qingfeng paused.

“What?” The woman’s tone was lazy.

“It’s my first time,” Gu Qingfeng said. “Be gentle.”

The woman froze briefly, then leaned down, kissing her shoulder softly. She whispered in her ear, “Got it, darling.”

In the darkness, neither could see the other’s face, but their bodies were honest.

Gu Qingfeng tossed an unopened box of finger condoms from the bedside table.

No words were needed; they understood each other’s intentions.

…

The night stretched on endlessly, moonlight spilling across the earth like water. Gu Qingfeng bit down hard on the woman’s shoulder.

Afterward, the woman took a shower and came out, casually wearing a white bathrobe, lighting a cigarette.

Gu Qingfeng lay on the bed, not asleep but too exhausted to move. “Didn’t you say you lost your lighter?”

“Lied to you,” the woman said with a light chuckle. “Want one?”

“I’m out of cigarettes,” Gu Qingfeng replied.

The woman offered her the lit cigarette, but just as Gu Qingfeng leaned in to take a drag, the woman pulled it away, took a deep puff herself, and then kissed Gu Qingfeng, pressing her lips against hers.

The kiss left her breathless.

Gu Qingfeng had always hated being dominated, yet she didn’t resist this kiss.

Somewhere along the way, the messy sheets were kicked aside. The room was so warm they didn’t need a blanket, both of them glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

After a long while, Gu Qingfeng collapsed on the bed, her voice hoarse as she asked, almost impulsively, “What’s your name?”

“Why?” The woman turned her head to look at her, lifting Gu Qingfeng’s head to rest on her lap.

Her voice was lazy, tinged with teasing. “Planning to take responsibility?”

As if, should Gu Qingfeng say yes, the woman would mock her mercilessly.

So Gu Qingfeng closed her eyes and said lightly, “Just asking.”

The next morning, Cheng Xing drove Jiang Ciyi to work as usual.

Glancing at the lab, she remarked with surprise, “Rare. Your senior isn’t here yet.”

Usually, when Cheng Xing dropped Jiang Ciyi off, Xu Congshi was already busy in the lab.

Seeing Xu Congshi’s work ethic always made Cheng Xing feel like she wasn’t trying hard enough.

But today, unusually, Xu Congshi was late.

Cheng Xing had even asked the housekeeper to prepare breakfast for Xu Congshi.

Since Jiang Ciyi mentioned that Xu Congshi occasionally brought her breakfast, Cheng Xing, wanting to return the favor, had the housekeeper prepare not only Xu Congshi’s breakfast but also lunch for both Jiang Ciyi and Xu Congshi, packed in insulated lunchboxes.

Jiang Ciyi caught the implication in her tone and shrugged. “She’s probably holed up in some office.”

“So sure?” Cheng Xing asked.

Jiang Ciyi thought for a moment. “Since I’ve known her, she’s never been late.”

Xu Congshi always prioritized work. To calibrate a single value or reduce a data error, she could spend three days and nights in the lab without sleep, almost always the first to arrive.

Her mentor once said that Xu Congshi might not be the smartest or most gifted, but she was the most passionate about research and had the strongest drive to explore.

The mentor was right.

That dedication led Xu Congshi to publish over a dozen SCI papers at a young age, making her one of the youngest professors in her field.

Jianggang University offered her a position, but she declined because she didn’t want to teach, choosing to focus on research instead.

Jiang Ciyi didn’t share this with Cheng Xing. Taking the lunchbox, she waved for Cheng Xing to leave quickly, or she’d be late for work.

Before leaving, Cheng Xing glanced at the lab again, still seeing no sign of Xu Congshi. She reminded Jiang Ciyi, “If she’s not here in ten minutes, eat breakfast first, or it’ll get cold.”

“Got it,” Jiang Ciyi said.

Cheng Xing pressed the elevator button to leave, noticing Xu Congshi’s car wasn’t in the parking lot downstairs.

Worried about Jiang Ciyi, she sent another message while waiting at a traffic light, reminding her not to wait for Xu Congshi and to eat breakfast.

Jiang Ciyi replied with a simple “Mm.”

Work was as monotonous as ever, but compared to usual, the company atmosphere seemed particularly lively today.

The gossip that surfaced late last night had become the talk of the town. Everywhere Cheng Xing went, she could hear people discussing it.

As a talent agency, especially one involved in the incident, everyone was asking for insider details.

The livestream and acting departments didn’t usually interact, but that didn’t stop people from tapping their connections to uncover the full story.

After all, Gu Qingfeng, a celebrated actress with both critical acclaim and box office success, had never been caught in such a scandal before.

And when it happened, it was a big one.

The storm that erupted late last night was like a gale sweeping across the ocean, crashing onto shore as towering waves.

The company dug around but found no useful information.

But in the afternoon, when Xu Zhaozhao arrived at the company with her agent, heading straight for the acting department, the place exploded. Her name was on everyone’s lips.

Even the usually quiet review team, who only spoke during evaluation meetings, started discussing the gossip today.

It began with Lan Bo, who, after seeing the trending topic, remarked that he had worked with Gu Qingfeng before. She seemed aloof but didn’t strike him as having such a fiery personality.

Then Daisy chimed in, saying she had dealt with Gu Qingfeng’s team before and found them pleasant and efficient.

The four-person team didn’t leave much room for Cheng Xing to join the conversation, but it didn’t stop the other three from chatting animatedly.

The scandal involving Gu Qingfeng and Xu Zhaozhao had become the company’s hottest topic, instantly bridging social gaps.

Cheng Xing had already discussed the gossip with Jiang Ciyi last night and confirmed through Gu Qingfeng’s social media that the news was fake. Plus, she knew both people in the trending topic personally.

She had even witnessed some of the “fake” moments in those photos firsthand.

So she just listened casually to their chatter.

But their voices made it hard for her to focus on work, so she picked up her phone to find someone to gossip with.

[Our company’s all abuzz about Gu Qingfeng and Xu Zhaozhao today. How’s the vibe over there?]

Jiang Ciyi replied after a while: [It’s fine. Not many people are talking about it.]

Cheng Xing: [Figures. Scientists and entertainment folks are just different.]

The next moment, Jiang Ciyi sent a screenshot.

In the image, someone labeled “Luo Luo” kept asking her if she knew any insider details and, most importantly, if Gu Qingfeng was doing okay.

Cheng Xing had forgotten who this person was and asked Jiang Ciyi.

Jiang Ciyi replied: [You’ve met her. The girl at Tinglan Mansion when you called the police.]

Since the Distant Moon crew had filmed at Tinglan Mansion, it made sense that she assumed Jiang Ciyi knew Gu Qingfeng.

Jiang Ciyi only replied to her: [What I know is what’s on the trending topics.]

Zheng Shuqing had also asked her about it, as Jiang Ciyi had once given her a set of signed merchandise.

Jiang Ciyi sighed: [Gu Qingfeng’s pretty popular.]

Cheng Xing pressed her temples, listening to Jiang Bai in the office sharing anecdotes about Gu Qingfeng’s reputation in the industry. Apparently, a minor celebrity once tried to seduce Gu Qingfeng for a shortcut to fame, showing up at her door in provocative lingerie. Gu Qingfeng had her assistant escort the person out, and that celebrity never appeared in the industry again.

Halfway through the story, Cheng Xing found it amusing and hit the voice message button, sending most of the gossip to Jiang Ciyi as a voice note, earning a question mark in response.

Cheng Xing explained: [The office is talking about Gu Qingfeng’s old gossip.]

Jiang Ciyi: [My senior was indeed late today and didn’t eat lunch either.]

[What’s up with that? I went out of my way today! Will she still take good care of you?]

Jiang Ciyi: […You don’t need to go out of your way. She’ll take care of me anyway.]

Cheng Xing: […You can’t just dismiss my efforts.]

Jiang Ciyi didn’t reply for a while. When Cheng Xing asked what she was doing, Jiang Ciyi calmly said, “Recording your contributions.”

Then she sent a photo.

On a blank A4 sheet, she had written the date and Cheng Xing’s name, followed by a note:

Contribution: Brought breakfast and lunch for senior.

Cheng Xing: [Embarrassed.jpg. I was kidding.]

They chatted idly for a bit until Jiang Ciyi had to get back to work, and Cheng Xing found something to do.

Thankfully, the office gossip session ended. Cheng Xing got up to pour a cup of water, and when she returned, the office was empty.

Daisy messaged her, saying the livestream department was holding a big meeting, and everyone except those currently streaming had to attend in the main conference room.

When Cheng Xing arrived at the conference room, her phone buzzed. She sat in the corner and checked it—Jiang Ciyi had texted: [Senior just arrived.]

Cheng Xing: [Showing up this late? Might as well not come.]

Jiang Ciyi: [Like you?]

Cheng Xing: […]

Her sleeping during work hours hadn’t escaped Jiang Ciyi’s notice, and after a few words, Jiang Ciyi had teased it out of her. So now, Jiang Ciyi occasionally brought it up to poke fun.

Cheng Xing: [I’m heading into a meeting. What’s for dinner?]

Jiang Ciyi: [No idea. Sister Zhou will arrange it.]

Cheng Xing: [Sister Zhou told me to ask you.]

Jiang Ciyi: [Whatever.]

Cheng Xing was about to reply that “whatever” wasn’t on the menu when the room fell silent. A tall woman in high heels walked in—the head of the livestream department. She gave some formal remarks that left everyone bored.

But soon, she changed tack: “Today, we’ve invited Mr. Cheng, the CEO of Wenxing Media, to inspect our operations. Let’s have him say a few words.”

Hearing the surname Cheng, Cheng Xing’s heart skipped a beat. The next moment, Cheng Zimo walked in.

She immediately ducked her head, pretending to be a quail, hoping Cheng Zimo wouldn’t notice her.

Cheng Zimo’s gaze swept the room as he spoke briefly, exuding the air of a general rallying troops before battle.

It wasn’t just words—he had his assistant distribute afternoon tea and vouchers for a Western restaurant.

The gesture earned unanimous praise from everyone present.

But it was meant to motivate everyone to perform better in the coming week.

Wenxing Media’s livestream department had briefly fallen behind other industry players, with less-than-ideal profits.

After Cheng Zimo finished, Cheng Xing clapped mechanically along with everyone else. When she looked up, she saw Cheng Zijing standing beside him through the glass.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Cheng Zijing had texted: [What’re you hiding for, acting like a quail?]

Cheng Xing: […It means don’t call me out.]

Cheng Zijing teased: [You’re really settling into this working-class life.]

Cheng Xing thought to herself, Of course I’m a worker. From the hospital to the agency.

The ultimate worker.

The room was crowded, and blended in, no one would notice her. She texted Cheng Zijing, asking why he was there. He said he was accompanying his brother to inspect operations.

Normally, such operations wouldn’t require Cheng Zimo’s presence, as the entertainment company wasn’t a core part of the Cheng Group. When she pointed this out, Cheng Zijing sent a thumbs-up: [It’s a special day.]

Cheng Xing got it: [Xu Zhaozhao?]

Cheng Zijing: [Yup. And checking on you too.]

Cheng Xing: [So I’m just an afterthought?]

Cheng Zijing: [What else? Want me to drag you out now?]

Cheng Xing: […Thanks, but we’re not that close.]

She put her phone away and scribbled a few words on her paper to cover up her slacking during the meeting.

When she glanced down, she realized she’d written: Jiang Ciyi.

She quickly flipped the page.

Honestly, she didn’t know how much Xu Zhaozhao’s issue would impact Wenxing Media or why both Cheng Zimo and Cheng Zijing had to show up to handle it.

It was just entertainment industry drama, after all.

Unless…

Cheng Xing had a bad feeling.

The meeting lasted nearly an hour, with department heads taking turns to speak, reviewing past operations, management flaws, and outlining future improvements.

None of this concerned Cheng Xing.

Her thoughts had drifted to Gu Qingfeng and Xu Zhaozhao’s situation.

Though she knew the general plot of this story, what she was experiencing now wasn’t in the book.

So how could she break through?

Based on the current timeline, Jiang Ciyi should have been secretly recognized by the Gu family and started her life as their heiress.

But there was no sign of that.

Jiang Ciyi didn’t think of herself as Gu Qingfeng’s sister, and Gu Qingfeng had even developed different feelings for her.

They hadn’t been in touch since, and she didn’t know if Gu Qingfeng had let go of those feelings.

Her mission had made almost no progress.

It was impossible not to feel anxious.

But she seemed to lack the power to act. The system reminded her to follow the proper process to find answers, not to take shortcuts.

Lost in thought, Cheng Xing was snapped back by a familiar voice calling, “Cheng Xing.”

The call yanked her out of her reverie.

Looking up, she saw Xu Zhaozhao, the center of attention since last night, standing at the door. On stage, Jiang Bai was wrapping up, mentioning that the review team had a new member.

Xu Zhaozhao’s call silenced the entire room, and all eyes turned to Cheng Xing.

Cheng Xing: “…”

Social death in one shout.

She didn’t want to respond, but Xu Zhaozhao said from the door, “Come out for a sec. I need to talk to you.”

Cheng Xing: “…”

Talk about what? We’re not even close!

Under everyone’s gazes, Cheng Xing stood awkwardly, inwardly seething but forcing an embarrassed smile as she squeezed out from the corner.

Great. Hiding her identity was impossible now. How was she supposed to slack off at work?

Following Xu Zhaozhao into an empty office, Cheng Xing noticed her red-rimmed eyes, likely from recent crying.

Probably because Cheng Zimo had scolded her for causing trouble.

With the old lady abroad, no one was backing Xu Zhaozhao, so she had to take the scolding quietly.

In the past, Xu Zhaozhao had played the obedient role, sticking close to the original host. But after Cheng Xing married Jiang Ciyi and stopped paying attention to her, Xu Zhaozhao changed.

She started cozying up to the old lady, getting her way. But with the old lady gone, she was still stirring up trouble.

Since Gu Qingfeng announced her withdrawal from the Distant Moon crew online last night, the narrative had shifted.

People were saying Xu Zhaozhao had gone too far for clout.

Cheng Xing knew Cheng Zimo had to clean up her mess, but… what did that have to do with her?

Why call her out in front of everyone?

Pure insanity.

Cheng Xing’s gaze carried heavy personal bias, but she waited for Xu Zhaozhao to speak first.

“Sister Xing, help me.” Xu Zhaozhao said, reaching for her hand, but Cheng Xing dodged quickly, her tone cold. “Get to the point.”

“Sister Xing, you’re all I have.” Xu Zhaozhao choked out. “I really love acting…”

“I can tell,” Cheng Xing cut off her emotional buildup. Xu Zhaozhao froze.

“You do your thing. What’s it got to do with me?” Cheng Xing said. “I have work.”

She turned to leave, but heard a thud.

Looking back, Xu Zhaozhao had knelt on the floor. Cheng Xing, stunned, blurted, “It’s not New Year’s yet. What are you doing?”

Xu Zhaozhao: “…”

“Sister Xing,” Xu Zhaozhao’s tears fell in big drops. “You’re the only one who can help me.”

Cheng Xing, amused by her own quip, chuckled inwardly, but Xu Zhaozhao was deep in her act. “Please talk to Brother Zimo for me. I know I’ve messed up lately, but I was just scared of losing you. After you married that cripple, you stopped caring about me. I was so heartbroken, I could barely breathe.”

Cheng Xing: “Huh?”

The melodramatic lines, straight out of a soap opera, spoken with such intense emotion while kneeling, gave Cheng Xing goosebumps.

But Xu Zhaozhao crawled closer, looking up pleadingly. “Sister Xing, you used to care about me the most, right? I’ll listen to you from now on. I won’t cling to you anymore. Brother Zimo and Brother Zijing adore you. They’ll listen to you.”

“You’d have better luck with Grandma,” Cheng Xing said, prying Xu Zhaozhao’s hands off her leg. “I can’t control the Cheng Group’s affairs.”

“Xu Zhaozhao,” Cheng Xing tsked. “You reap what you sow.”

Who told her to mess with Gu Qingfeng?

That was Jianggang’s most mysterious family, one even the Chengs treaded carefully around.

Xu Zhaozhao froze for a few seconds, tears streaming down as she looked at her in disbelief.

Cheng Xing didn’t bother arguing further and walked out.

But Xu Zhaozhao suddenly stood, shouting at her back, “What about you? Are you clean?”

Cheng Xing paused.

Xu Zhaozhao gritted her teeth, enunciating each word. “Have you forgotten how Wang Tingwan died? Didn’t you also do whatever it took to keep Brother Zijing to yourself?”

“Compared to you, I’m not even half as bad. Why won’t you help me?”