Transmigrating to Woo the Villainous Young Lady - Chapter 18

Fu Guiyi possessed an exceptionally fine figure, though it was usually concealed beneath her loose robes, rendering it invisible.

Now, having removed her outer robe, her slender waist was almost fully exposed. She then slipped off her shoes.

Only then did she slowly approach the bed. Shen Li feigned sleep with her eyes half-closed, but her bashful demeanor betrayed her—it was clear at a glance that she had been secretly watching.

However, Fu Guiyi kindly chose not to expose her.

Instead, she simply lay down beside Shen Li.

She savored the faint warmth radiating from the other woman, chasing away the chill she had felt earlier in the study.

When will your illness improve? Fu Guiyi asked, daring only to lie close to Shen Li, afraid of infecting her with her cold.

This servant doesn’t know, Young Mistress. But why are you keeping such a distance from me? Shen Li blinked, not foolish enough to miss the obvious reason after a moment’s thought.

Fu Guiyi must have been afraid of catching a chill again, which was why she hesitated to approach. How could this woman be so adorable? Shen Li couldn’t help but think, and she quietly crept closer, her entire body moving like a lithe snake as she wrapped her arms around Fu Guiyi’s waist.

Shen Li felt the Young Mistress’s body stiffen momentarily beneath her hands.

Don’t hug me. You’ll get cold, Fu Guiyi said without looking at Shen Li, suppressing her nervousness. Normally, Fu Guiyi would never act this way, but unfortunately, she had just finished reading those books.

The books’ steamy scenes were practically dreamlike.

And now, Shen Li was teasing her like this. Even someone with the strongest willpower would find it hard to resist.

I won’t, Shen Li insisted. Besides, my forehead isn’t hot anymore. Why don’t you feel for yourself, Young Mistress?

Like an obedient puppy, Shen Li leaned her head forward. Fu Guiyi reached out again, her palm pressing against Shen Li’s forehead.

The previously scorching forehead had now returned to a normal temperature.

Can a fever break this quickly…? Fu Guiyi murmured, her voice tinged with suspicion.

But the temperature beneath her hand couldn’t lie. It seemed the doctors had finally proven useful for once.

As long as you’re better, Fu Guiyi said, her tone softening.

Fu Guiyi pulled Shen Li into her arms, growing increasingly bold. She couldn’t stop thinking about the erotic illustrations she had seen in the books earlier that day.

Yet she hesitated, feeling it wasn’t right to be so abrupt with the young maid.

After a moment’s pause, she called out, Shen Li…

Young Mistress? Shen Li replied earnestly, though she didn’t understand why Fu Guiyi had called her name.

Teach me again.

Those who truly desire something never ask directly. Instead, they coax and entice, little by little.

Shen Li: ?

So, someone’s gotten addicted, huh? But since the Young Mistress has ordered it, this humble servant has no choice but to obey.

She tilted her head back, her neck glowing like velvet under the candlelight. Fu Guiyi couldn’t help but steal a few extra glances.

The next moment, Shen Li’s soft lips descended, landing on the corner of Fu Guiyi’s mouth before slowly, deliberately invading.

Even though Fu Guiyi had seen the illustrations, experiencing this firsthand felt entirely different.

Host! Host!

Conquest Value +3!

Conquest Value +3 again!

The System’s urgent shouts shattered Shen Li’s refined composure, pushing her to the limit.

Then, Shen Li triumphantly savored Fu Guiyi’s flustered expression.

Who could have imagined it?

The domineering villainous boss from the novel, exuding an aura of overwhelming power, could actually possess such an embarrassingly vulnerable side. It was truly a rare sight.

Sleep now, Fu Guiyi said, her heart racing wildly. This wasn’t how she had imagined it would be. She had expected to feel pleasure, but when Shen Li leaned closer, all she could hear was the frantic pounding of her own heart.

She felt even more flustered than she had anticipated.

Shen Li slept soundly, not just because she had teased the Young Mistress, but also because she had seen the other woman’s flushed face and racing heart.

This made her think, Maybe villainous bosses aren’t so scary after all?

But reality soon proved her naivety.

In the novel, the emperor had numerous offspring, naturally leading to chaos in the court. No sooner had Li Huaifeng left than another prince arrived.

He was the emperor’s fifth son, now known as Prince Qi. His mother was a woman from a prominent aristocratic family, and more importantly, he was distantly related to Fu Guiyi.

Thus, he came to pay his respects before dawn.

At that moment, Fu Guiyi was still nestled under the covers, sleeping soundly. Shen Li’s body radiated warmth, making her feel cozy.

Shen Li had opened her eyes sometime earlier. The warm, tickling breath on her neck made her uneasy, like a tiger had rested its head there.

Though Fu Guiyi slept peacefully, Shen Li felt a lingering sense of unease.

Young Mistress, a knock came from the door. Despite her displeasure, Fu Guiyi opened her eyes.

Enter.

Fu Guiyi had no intention of getting up. In the past, her body had always been ice-cold, making sleep irrelevant—the blankets never held any warmth. Now that there was warmth, she refused to leave its embrace.

The person outside hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open.

Shen Li, now fearless, peeked out from under the covers and glared defiantly at Xu Wenqing.

As expected, Xu Wenqing froze momentarily upon seeing their position, but quickly regained her composure.

Young Mistress, Prince Qi has come to pay his respects.

Fu Guiyi initially didn’t want to meet him, fearing it would arouse the Emperor’s suspicions. However, refusing to see anyone would only fuel the other princes’ suspicions.

Moreover, the Fifth Prince had come to the border as a military supervisor, so meeting him wouldn’t raise any eyebrows.

Why is that guy here? Fu Guiyi muttered, clearly displeased, but she still sat up.

Show him in.

Seeing this, Shen Li hurried forward to help her dress, but Fu Guiyi shook her head.

You’ve just recovered from your illness. You don’t need to do this. Let the maids handle it.

As Fu Guiyi spoke, Xu Wenqing had already stepped outside. Out of Fu Guiyi’s sight, her face twisted into a mask of bitterness.

Before Shen Li’s arrival, the Young Mistress had always listened only to her and cared only for her.

But that day, she had made a terrible mistake. She should never have chosen Shen Li. From the moment she saw her fox-like features, she should have known better.

Now, regret was useless.

Though Fu Guiyi didn’t want Shen Li to trouble herself, Shen Li knew all too well that temporary conquest points wouldn’t guarantee her continued wealth and comfort.

To remain by the Young Mistress’s side and maintain her carefree life, she had to keep conquering.

Young Mistress, it’s no trouble at all, Shen Li insisted. Just a minor illness.

Shen Li struggled to her feet, picked up the new shoes placed nearby, and moved to put them on Fu Guiyi.

I don’t want you doing this, Fu Guiyi said, bending down to grasp Shen Li’s wrist just as her hand touched the shoe. Our relationship is different now. You understand—I’m in love with you.

Shen Li, do you feel the same way about me?

How could anyone not be moved by Fu Guiyi asking such a question?

Yet Shen Li took the opposite approach.

If she agreed too easily to this first confession, it wouldn’t leave a lasting impression.

She reached out with slender fingers and pressed them against Fu Guiyi’s chest, feeling the Young Mistress’s erratic heartbeat.

Young Mistress, your love… is it a fleeting whim or something permanent?