Transmigrated Into a Book: The Villain I Raised Is Plotting Against Me! - Chapter 1
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【 Ding, binding successful, Host, hello, I am the cultivation romance system’s No. 001. 】
The playful voice echoed within Mu Suru’s mind.
Mu Suru felt her head throb painfully as she opened her eyes, only to see a white space with a small ball of light before her face.
Huh?
Wasn’t she still working on her painting inside her room?
She remembered falling asleep, but wait, what time was it now?
A hint of panic surfaced on Mu Suru’s delicate features, and her eyes, shimmering like water, were filled with heartache.
Her six-digit-valuation illustration had been ruined just like that!
System 001, hearing Mu Suru’s thoughts, was somewhat speechless…
【 Oh dear, the host has already died suddenly from excessive fatigue. 】
It kindly reminded her.
【 However, there is a chance for resurrection right in front of your eyes, so would you like to take it? 】
“Oh? Are there any conditions?” Mu Suru would not easily believe in the idea of pie falling from the sky.
【 The host’s main task is to ensure Ren Zai’s blackening value does not reach 100; otherwise, this world will be destroyed, and the host will not live long either. 】
Ren Zai? What a familiar name…
【 Due to the difficulty of the task, we have prepared a welcome package for the host. Please confirm whether you wish to open it. 】
Of course, she would—what kind of idiot wouldn’t?!
“Ahem, open it!”
Mu Suru’s lovely eyes flickered with anticipation, her red lips curled slightly, and her delicate face overflowed with eagerness.
Based on all the System novels she’d read, these “welcome packages” were bound to be full of riches!
【 Reward: Plot Points +20. 】
“Zero One, how many plot points?”
Mu Suru’s eye twitched despite herself—was that all there was?
System 001 responded seriously:【 Host, each ten plot points can alter the original direction of key plot events. The host may change their own or others’ fate without interference from the Plot Master. 】
【 Also, Host, my name is 001. 】
“I understand! Zero One.”
System: “…”
Mu Suru still had questions, but they were abruptly cut off by a blinding white light.
“Sister, can you give me this beautiful doll?”
The soft voice mixed with a hint of timid vulnerability, making one’s heart soften at the sound.
Mu Suru, who had just come to her senses, was stunned. The pure and lovely beauty before her opened her large, watery eyes, looking pitifully at Mu Suru.
Before she could react, memories flooded her mind.
In no time, Mu Suru reopened her eyes, looking complicatedly at this beauty.
She had transmigrated into a book called “Falling in Love with You.” No wonder she felt Ren Zai’s name sounded so familiar, he was none other than the great villain who loves the female lead to the point of turning dark!
Unfortunately, she had also transmigrated into the role of Mu Suru, who caused trouble to the point of death!
Mu Suru remembered that she had some rare free time the day before yesterday and was reading a book with a nice title.
At a glance, it was a sweet romantic plot, so she clicked in to take a look.
But the more she read, the angrier she got. This book’s evil supporting character shared the same name as Mu Suru but she lacked her clever mind, ultimately framing the female lead and meeting a tragic end.
At that time, Mu Suru was extremely angry and even left a negative review.
But fate is cruel, karma comes around full circle, and her retribution is now mine for the taking!
“Sister?”
Xia Qian noticed Mu Suru’s round almond eyes were vacant, clearly lost in thought.
As she spoke, she discreetly examined this cute little bear, deep within her heart filled with disdain.
After spending so long at the orphanage, Xia Qian despised these childish toys more than anything.
However, wouldn’t it be better to snatch away what someone else cared about?
Mu Suru returned to her senses just in time to witness the current plot point, the original work’s mother, Gu Qing, died when the protagonist was twelve years old.
So, Brother Mu Chen took her to the Warm Heart Orphanage.
It was said that she could choose a little friend she liked to be her companion in the future.
At that moment, Mu Suru saw the female lead, Xia Qian, dressed in a white dress.
She was pure and beautiful among the muddy children, and when she smiled, she resembled a little angel, instantly brightening Mu Suru’s mood.
Half a year had passed since Xia Qian was brought to the mansion at age fourteen.
Every time her brothers come back, she always shows concern by offering water and making cute gestures. Which earned her more attention from the siblings who initially only saw her as their younger sister’s playmate.
At least, whatever the original owner received, Xia Qian also received a portion of it.
One day, before the older brothers returned, Xia Qian asked if they could play in her bedroom instead.
The original cherished her bedroom because it was personally decorated by her mother, but after some thought, she allowed her close friend Xia Qian inside.
They played small games together until Aunt Li called downstairs, saying that dinner time was approaching.
Xia Qian noticed the big bear on the headboard of her bed and softly expressed her desire to have it.
Of course, the original didn’t agree, this was a birthday gift from her mother.
Due to her firm attitude, tears welled up in Xia Qian’s eyes, and her expression became distraught.
Mu Chen caught sight of Xia Qian running out with tears in her eyes when he came upstairs to urge her.
He didn’t understand what happened, so he asked Xia Qian, but she only stuttered, refusing to explain herself.
The original owner was not good at explaining, so she just kept silent.
Mu Chen recalled Xia Qian’s hesitant expression again. Wasn’t it the original owner who bullied the timid Xia Qian?
After Mu Suru accepted the memory, she looked at Xia Qian’s face, which was still yellowish but had already shown promise of becoming a beauty.
It couldn’t be denied that female leads in novels were often pure and innocent white lotuses.
Xia Qian looked at Mu Suru’s delicate face like a Barbie doll, and a trace of jealousy flashed through her heart.
She smiled sweetly and said coquettishly, “Little Sister, this teddy bear is so cute! I’ve never seen such a pretty doll at the orphanage before, can you let me have it?”
In response, Mu Suru swiftly picked up the adorable teddy bear and shoved it into Xia Qian’s arms without hesitation.
The action was so sudden that Xia Qian was left dumbfounded, unable to react.
She held the soft plushie tightly, lowering her lashes in bewilderment.
Wasn’t this teddy bear supposed to be a birthday gift from Mu Suru’s mother?
Why did she give it away so easily…
Was the information she got wrong?
At this time, Mu Suru calculated that the time was almost up, so she pinched her thigh fiercely with her little hand.
The original must have been someone who feared pain; tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed, her nose red and runny.
“Xia Qian, I know you also like this teddy bear, but it’s a birthday gift from my mother, my most precious toy.”
As she cried, she let out a little burp, which was quite adorable.
“Hiccup, can you give it back to me? You can have anything you want, but not this!”
Mu Suru spoke up, then walked forward with delicate hands tightly grabbing onto the bear’s leg, attempting to snatch it away.
Xia Qian, who had often protected her food at the orphanage, unconsciously assumed Mu Suru wanted to take her “food.”
So, without thinking, she shoved the girl forcefully, sending Mu Suru toppling over right onto her head.
In an instant, sharp edges of wooden blocks cut open tender skin, causing blood to drip out.
Shocked, Xia Qian stood frozen in place, seemingly dumbfounded by what had happened.
“Ru Tuan!” A clear voice rang out, mixed with a hint of panic.
A man dressed in a suit entered the room, only to see his beloved younger sister pushed to the ground by Xia Qian.
At that moment, Mu Suru’s bright eyes were now filled with tears, which were about to fall but couldn’t.
The tip of her nose was a little red, and her cute white face wrinkled together because of the pain, which made people feel distressed.
Mu Chen strode forward and hugged the little girl into his arms. His big, warm hand kept patting Mu Suru’s back: “Ru Tuan, don’t cry, it’s all my fault that I came late…”
Mu Chen lowered his gaze to stare at the large scratch left on that snow-white calf.
The blood continued to flow persistently, drenching his vision with its crimson hue, shocking and alarming.
Mu Suru felt herself enveloped by warmth within that embrace, faintly smelling a pleasant scent of plants and grasses.
She couldn’t help but let loose a wail despite not having suffered any grievance whatsoever, crying miserably, “Wuwuwu…”
Mu Suru cried uncontrollably, her tears and snot staining Mu Chen’s blue suit jacket, leaving behind a damp patch.
Mu Chen felt a cold sensation on his chest, his handsome face filled with concern, his eyes growing colder and more distant.
Throughout the entire scene, he never spared a glance toward Xia Qian, who stood anxiously off to the side.
As if he were purposefully ignoring her existence, yet also as if he wasn’t.
Xia Qian’s pale fingertips nervously twisted the hem of her skirt, fear and weakness written across her features. “Brother Mu Chen, I…”
“Xia Qian, you must understand who brought you here from the orphanage!”
Mu Chen’s cold rebuke cut Xia Qian off mid-sentence.
Xia Qian’s face turned blue and purple like it had been splashed with paint.
This wasn’t supposed to happen…
Xia Qian had carefully calculated when Brother Mu Chen would arrive, planning to make it look as though Mu Suru had shoved her.
Even if Brother Mu Chen did not blame Mu Suru for this incident, it would still create a rift between them.
But…why was the original plan ruined?!
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