Transmigrating to Woo the Villainous Young Lady - Chapter 14

Fu Guiyi had asked the right person. Shen Li knew this topic inside and out. The Young Mistress’s face was now flushed crimson, utterly devoid of her usual domineering aura.

A mischievous impulse stirred within Shen Li. She slowly leaned closer, closing the distance until she could see the fine down on Fu Guiyi’s face.

This servant knows a little about it. Would the Young Mistress like to try?

Staring at the person so close, Fu Guiyi’s heart skipped a beat. She had never felt anything like this before.

Teach me.

Yet her thirst for knowledge remained strong.

Fu Guiyi reached out and grasped Shen Li’s wrist, pulling her into her arms. Her eyes blinked, their gaze particularly captivating.

Fu Guiyi was in her early twenties. In modern terms, she might have been a recent college graduate. But in this ancient era, she was already considered an old maid in some circles.

The reason Fu Guiyi had remained unmarried for so long was because she couldn’t find a suitable successor to command the Black Armor Army.

Though the Holy Emperor had many Imperial Princes, the court appeared calm on the surface. Only those within its inner circles knew the true extent of the undercurrents swirling beneath.

Shen Li made no unnecessary movements. She raised her hand and grasped the Young Mistress’s wrist, the scar’s texture feeling particularly distinct against her palm.

Fortunately, Fu Guiyi had been lucky the small scar between her eyebrows was barely noticeable unless one looked closely or at close range.

Of course, if her face had been ruined, the author probably wouldn’t have made her the final villain.

Only a beautiful, strong, and tragic character suited the villainous archetype.

Fu Guiyi felt her heart pound wildly as Shen Li’s warm breath brushed her cheek. Shen Li lowered her head, the soft, irresistible sensation making her lose herself.

In real life, Shen Li had never been in a romantic relationship. As for why…

She felt that romance would interfere with her eating and studying. High school was out of the question, and even the early days of college, though initially relaxed, soon became as hectic as ever.

Shen Li could feel Fu Guiyi trembling slightly. She couldn’t help but find it amusing. So even the formidable villain boss could get this nervous?

This surge of triumph emboldened Shen Li further.

Her lips pressed down.

Fu Guiyi recoiled in a panic, her neck and ears flushing crimson.

Shen Li felt her own heart race. She had never imagined a girl’s lips could be so soft.

Congratulations, Hos! Affection points increased by 15!

The System cheered. Shen Li’s ears rang with the chaotic blend of System notifications and her own pounding heartbeat. She paused for a moment, then noticed Fu Guiyi’s fleeting expression of confusion and displeasure.

In the next instant, Fu Guiyi wrenched her hand free from Shen Li’s palm, seized the other girl’s delicate wrist, and was about to turn the tables when a rhythmic knock echoed from outside the door.

Xu Wenqing stood there, his face dark as thunder.

Shen Li had been inside for far too long this was no mere medicine change.

That vixen must be trying to seduce the Young Mistress again, he thought bitterly.

Fu Guiyi, flustered, released her grip. In the entire Fu Manor, only Xu Wenqing dared knock on her door, so it must be something urgent.

Though reluctant, Fu Guiyi was no mere lustful fool.

Come in, she called out, only then realizing her voice trembled slightly.

The sound of the door opening echoed in everyone’s ears as Xu Wenqing stepped inside, his gaze sweeping over Shen Li’s flushed face.

She could almost picture the scene, and a wave of discomfort washed over her.

Her fingers clenched tightly until a sharp pain jolted her back to reality. Xu Wenqing quickly reverted to his usual humble demeanor as the butler before the Young Mistress.

Young Mistress, Commander Li’s only son, Li Huaifeng, will be visiting tomorrow. He has already sent his calling card.

Hearing Li Huaifeng’s name, Shen Li immediately perked up. She knew exactly who he was the male lead of this novel.

In this story titled The Bloodthirsty General’s Guide to Chasing His Wife, Li Huaifeng was the titular bloodthirsty general.

As for why Shen Li was reading this book?

Pure boredom during a car ride. She had casually clicked on a recommended title on her phone, never expecting the melodramatic, over-the-top plot. Having rarely read novels before, Shen Li was instantly hooked by this spectacle.

She even splurged on a hundred-yuan top-up just to see how Fu Guiyi would chase after the male and female leads with her massive cleaver.

I understand, Shen Li replied.

Wenqing, please arrange a banquet.

Fu Guiyi nodded. Having been interrupted, she had no further inclination to continue.

She stood up and left the room, originally expecting her arm to take at least ten days to two weeks to heal.

However, to her surprise, the pain had significantly subsided by evening.

Fu Guiyi hadn’t anticipated Shen Li’s recommended medicine being so effective. That night, while Shen Li applied the ointment, she casually inquired, Is that Jianghu Physician still around?

If Shen Li had answered yes, it would have been utterly unacceptable. She swiftly fabricated a lie, claiming the physician had already departed.

Despite her lingering doubts, Fu Guiyi chose to believe Shen Li. After all, the little maid had saved her life and had no reason to deceive her.

After the ointment was applied, Fu Guiyi lay down on the bed. With her injured arm, she couldn’t embrace Shen Li, so she simply let the maid wrap her arms around her waist.

Skin pressed against skin, the scalding warmth banished the chill.

Fu Guiyi closed her eyes, her breathing shallow, wishing she could keep Shen Li by her side forever.

Young Mistress, what do you think of Li Huaifeng?

Shen Li lowered her head, her chin brushing against the Young Mistress’s forehead. The icy touch startled her.

It felt like being snug in bed on a freezing winter night, only to reach out and touch a piece of porcelain.

Why are you asking me this? I’ve never even met Li Huaifeng.

Fu Guiyi was nearly asleep when the maid interrupted her slumber. Yet she showed no anger, merely opening her eyes. Her pale gold irises shimmered in the candlelight.

This servant heard that the Young Mistress’s fiancé is Li Huaifeng, so I couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.

Shen Li spoke normally, but a subtle hint of jealousy lingered in her tone.

Where did you hear such rumors? That was just Father’s drunken ramblings. Don’t take it seriously.

Fu Guiyi’s last words were soft and drowsy, tinged with sleepiness.

If the Young Mistress were to fall for him, what would this servant do?

Shen Li reached out, her warm palm cupping Fu Guiyi’s cheek. She had to admit, the Young Mistress’s face was soft and springy—utterly irresistible to pinch.

That won’t happen, Fu Guiyi said, shaking her head. I haven’t even figured out my feelings for you yet. How could I possibly like someone else?

The sincerity in her golden eyes was almost hypnotic, making Shen Li’s breath catch in her throat. She had to admit, even though she was the one with the System…

Fu Guiyi’s words were enough to earn the Young Mistress 20 points of favor.

When a beautiful woman says she only likes you, who wouldn’t be moved?

You’re the one who said that, Young Mistress, Shen Li said, suppressing her racing heart. She pouted slightly and kissed Fu Guiyi’s earlobe, watching as a faint blush spread across her pale skin.

Completely satisfied, Shen Li flopped back down and fell asleep.