Transmigrating to Woo the Villainous Young Lady - Chapter 29

Shen Li’s terrified demeanor in that moment looked no different from guilt in Fu Guiyi’s eyes.

Why are you trembling?

Fu Guiyi frowned slightly, disliking Shen Li’s terrified reaction to her presence.

I’m not, Shen Li insisted, though she knew she’d been caught. She still tried to deny it.

Is that so?

Fu Guiyi stepped closer, ignoring the servants behind her. She deliberately placed her palm on Shen Li’s slender waist, so delicate it seemed she could span it with one hand.

This person had ticklish spots on her waist; a gentle pinch would make Shen Li crumble.

Y-Young Mistress, Shen Li stammered, this servant was wrong. I only wanted to pick a flower or two.

The sensitivity of her waist overwhelmed her, and she confessed immediately.

Her earlobes flushed a delicate pink, like ripe cherries—a tender blush that hinted at juicy sweetness beneath. A single bite would surely reveal their soft, succulent flesh.

A glance revealed the scissors hidden behind the maid’s back and the vibrant flowers blooming nearby.

Just picking flowers?

Just picking flowers.

Shen Li blinked, unable to understand why Fu Guiyi was acting so strangely today.

Have you seen anyone else? Fu Guiyi asked, her hands clasped behind her back. Her already tall stature seemed to loom even larger, radiating an invisible pressure.

No, I haven’t, Shen Li replied.

Some words nearly slipped out, but she swallowed them back. If it was meant to be a surprise, she needed to keep it hidden. What kind of surprise would it be if it were discovered?

The little maid was lying.

Recalling the sketchbook she had seen earlier, Fu Guiyi felt a surge of anger. She had never been a virtuous person. Without ruthless ambition, she could never have risen to lead the Black Armor Army.

Could it be that she truly has feelings for that Lei Er? Is she only with me for power and status?

The mere thought was unbearable. Fu Guiyi didn’t care about being deceived—that only proved the maid’s seductive skills were exceptional. Even a woman like herself had been ensnared.

But Fu Guiyi couldn’t tolerate Shen Li being intimate with another. That was just her nature: her chopsticks, her old clothes she could no longer wear—even if she burned them, she would never let anyone else use them.

Fu Guiyi’s eyes narrowed slightly, like a predator sated after a hunt. Her icy fingers pressed against Shen Li’s nose, the chilling touch seeping into her skin. Even her voice carried a hint of danger.

Shen Li, you’re lying.

The villainous aura radiating from Fu Guiyi sent a chill down Shen Li’s spine. Having read the novel, Shen Li understood the full extent of Fu Guiyi’s terrifying nature.

Young Mistress, why would this servant need to lie to you? Shen Li stubbornly maintained her facade, completely unaware that a Shadow Guard beside Fu Guiyi had already documented her transgressions.

I originally intended to spare Lei Er, but his intentions were impure. He even dared to steal glances at you…

The Young Mistress’s entire being radiated icy coldness, even her breath barely warm. She reached out, her frigid palm cupping Shen Li’s cheek, forcing the maid to meet her gaze, with no escape.

Shen Li, I want you to understand. I’ve told you before, I despise anything unclean.

His filthy hands touching you already crossed my line. Now, he continues to test my limits, again and again.

I can no longer tolerate it.

The only reason Shen Li hadn’t been punished was because Fu Guiyi’s affection outweighed her violent temper.

Host… Host, you seem to have gotten into trouble. But congratulations, your conquest points have increased by 5.

The System weakly reminded her.

So possessiveness could also increase conquest points?

Shen Li finally discovered a new method for farming conquest points. However, she knew this tactic could easily backfire when used on a villain like Fu Guiyi, potentially harming both herself and others.

You saw?

Had she really been spotted just for exchanging a few words with Lei Er?

Though I didn’t witness it firsthand, Lei Er’s movements have been under surveillance for the past two days, Fu Guiyi said, disdainful of lying.

Just now, he asked your dear friend for your measurements. He used the reward money I gave him to commission a custom-made dress from the finest tailor in the city.

When a man is this attentive, he has only one intention: to marry you.

Fu Guiyi reached out, her fingers twirling Shen Li’s soft hair. Her gaze, like clinging vines, wrapped tightly around Shen Li, trapping her in its depths.

But I only have eyes for you, Young Mistress.

Sensing imminent danger if she didn’t respond, Shen Li quickly resorted to flattery.

Her fox-like eyes shimmered with spring water, their mere gaze enough to stir one’s heartstrings. Fu Guiyi suddenly recalled that night, Shen Li’s face flushed crimson under the candlelight.

Fu Guiyi’s throat tightened.

She reached out and took Shen Li’s hand.

He won’t be staying in the manor any longer.

With just those words, Fu Guiyi led Shen Li stumbling into the room.

Before Shen Li could even process the meaning behind Fu Guiyi’s words, she found herself tumbling onto the soft silk quilt. Truth be told, the fall didn’t hurt at all.

A chilling aura gradually approached, as if she were embracing a snowman.

With no time to recoil from the cold, Shen Li could only slowly retreat, glancing at the bright daylight streaming through the window as she whispered a warning.

Young Mistress, it’s still daytime. Wouldn’t this be… inappropriate?

What difference does day or night make, Shen Li? You are my servant.

Fu Guiyi’s fingertips lingered along Shen Li’s neck and collarbone.

She lowered her head, brazenly kissing Shen Li’s soft lips. A faint, sweet fragrance filled the space between their mouths, fueling Fu Guiyi’s growing greed.

A suffocating sensation flooded Shen Li’s mind.

Unable to bear it any longer, Shen Li wanted to push Fu Guiyi away, but she feared angering the young mistress.

I have news for you. Lei Er has just been banished to the frontier. He will become a new recruit, contributing to Great Zhou’s military efforts.

In this ancient era, being banished to the frontier as a new recruit was essentially the same as being thrown onto the battlefield as cannon fodder.

Young Mistress, you can’t do this!

Overcome with emotion, Shen Li shoved Fu Guiyi away. The young mistress’s lips were crimson, but her eyes still burned with unsatisfied desire.

Why?

He’s even bold enough to try to steal you from me.

I didn’t kill him. I spared his worthless life only because I didn’t want to upset you.

After all, Lei Er had saved Shen Li’s life, and it was only natural for her to feel grateful.

But if you keep him around, he’ll die sooner or later. What difference does it make when?

Shen Li frowned slightly. She knew that Fu Guiyi, as a villain, was inherently starved for love. That’s why, after receiving attention from the Male Lead, she would become obsessively infatuated with him.

But it was clear now that Shen Li had stolen Li Huaifeng’s role.

Fu Guiyi’s possessive, obsessive, and twisted affection had been grafted onto Shen Li instead.

Conquering a villain sounded simple enough, but once she truly engaged with it, she realized that serving a ruler was like walking on thin ice. One wrong step, and she would plunge into the abyss.

After all, villains rarely possessed high moral values.