Transmigrating to Woo the Villainous Young Lady - Chapter 5

Fu Guiyi naturally noticed Shen Li’s undisguised gaze. She couldn’t help but smile inwardly—this little maid wasn’t even trying to hide her infatuation.

Is she trying to deceive me, or is she truly obsessed?

Regardless, Fu Guiyi had no intention of letting Shen Li have her way.

She reached out and gently clasped Shen Li’s slender neck, slowly tightening her grip.

Gasping for air, Shen Li was forced to tilt her head back and meet the Eldest Miss’s gaze. Panic surged through her—she shouldn’t have stared so intently. Now she’d been caught.

Do you find me beautiful? Fu Guiyi asked.

Her tone was as dangerous as a venomous serpent, coiling around Shen Li and threatening to crush her to death.

The Eldest Miss is naturally beautiful, Shen Li replied, forcing herself to remain calm. She couldn’t show any weakness now.

Shen Li smiled and praised her, but her cheeks were already flushed from lack of oxygen, and her breathing grew slightly rapid.

Just as Shen Li thought she was about to suffocate to death, the Eldest Miss released her.

Her arm remained around Shen Li’s waist, pulling her into her embrace. Fu Guiyi was quite pleased with this human furnace.

Naturally, she couldn’t bear to kill it.

Next time, don’t use incense from outside the manor. It’s too pungent.

Fu Guiyi closed her eyes, her final words spoken softly and gently, yet Shen Li’s heart pounded wildly.

Fu Guiyi had discovered traces of her using the item!

But strangely, why wasn’t Fu Guiyi angry?

According to the System, all her previous Hosts had been expelled from Fu Manor after the Eldest Miss discovered their ulterior motives for trying to win her over.

But dwelling on it was pointless. Fu Guiyi had already fallen asleep, seemingly much earlier than last time.

Could it really be because of her efforts?

Shen Li remained skeptical.

The Eldest Miss’s body was still as cold as ice, just like the night before. But since she had resolved to become a favored servant,

Shen Li couldn’t remain as stiff as a wooden statue any longer. She gently reached out, her delicate fingertips trembling slightly, and wrapped her arms around the Eldest Miss’s waist.

Don’t move.

I don’t like being touched.

If you do that again, I’ll chop off your hand.

But just as her palm brushed against the tense curve of the Eldest Miss’s waist, Shen Li suddenly heard a warning in her ear. The Eldest Miss’s deep voice resonated close by, her breath mingling with a fragrant breeze that tickled her ear.

This servant merely thought…

If we held each other, Eldest Miss, you might feel warmer.

Though Shen Li withdrew her hand, she still offered an explanation for her actions. After all, she didn’t want to leave the impression of being a seductive schemer in her target’s mind.

No need. This is enough.

Fu Guiyi felt a fleeting moment of temptation, but she quickly suppressed it. Someone like her couldn’t afford weaknesses or excessive intimacy with others.

Yes, Eldest Miss.

Shen Li ultimately refrained from further actions, silently serving as a living heater.

Having learned from her previous mistake, Shen Li woke up much earlier today, even before the Eldest Miss.

She kept her eyes closed, afraid to observe her surroundings too closely.

If she provoked Fu Guiyi too often, she risked being noticed. For the next few days, she decided to lie low and rest.

Fu Guiyi didn’t need to leave the manor today. She woke up before dawn, rising to find her clothes for the day laid out on the clothes rack.

Can you dress me? Fu Guiyi asked, looking at Shen Li.

Shen Li gently opened her eyes. Though the Eldest Miss’s garments were intricate, she had received prior training and nodded in response. She took the clothes and patiently began to dress Fu Guiyi.

Fu Guiyi’s robes weren’t fastened tightly, leaving a shallow cleavage visible when she looked down.

Shen Li’s face flushed crimson. She closed her eyes, forcing herself not to look.

Yet even with her eyes shut, she inadvertently glimpsed scars below Fu Guiyi’s collarbone—marks that resembled knife wounds or burns from intense fire.

Shen Li had read the novel. Though she had only skimmed it out of boredom, she could still vaguely recall the main characters.

As the Villain Boss, Fu Guiyi harbored an unrequited love for the male lead, bordering on yandere obsession.

Her twisted affection stemmed from a childhood starved of love.

Her father died early, and her mother favored her brother exclusively.

Fu Guiyi had once been hunted by her father’s enemies. Had she not learned martial arts in her youth, she would have perished beneath their blades.

That harrowing experience left her body scarred with countless knife wounds.

Shen Li still vividly remembered reading in the novel how Fu Guiyi, alone in a mountain cave, heated her longsword until it glowed red-hot. Gritting her teeth, she used the searing blade to cauterize her bleeding wounds.

Even then, Shen Li felt her scalp tingle with dread.

Now, reflecting on it, she understood why Fu Guiyi disliked others touching her waist.

That was where her scars lay.

Women are particularly sensitive about such things scars are considered imperfections.

No wonder Fu Guiyi refused to let others touch her. Despite being the Eldest Miss of a wealthy family, she insisted on handling most personal tasks like washing and grooming herself.

Shen Li’s lowered head and averted gaze didn’t escape Fu Guiyi’s notice.

This little rabbit is truly adorable, she thought. She knows I don’t want anyone to see my scars.

But since Shen Li was her personal maid, there was no need for such secrecy.

If you want to look, go ahead, Fu Guiyi said. Don’t be so reserved. You’ll be serving me from now on.

Being alone was too troublesome, especially now that she had to handle family affairs daily. Having a personal maid to attend to her would make things much more comfortable.

Yes, Eldest Miss, Shen Li replied, lowering her head and focusing intently on dressing Fu Guiyi, like a maid with nothing but her duties on her mind.

Wen Qing told me people were gossiping about you yesterday. Aren’t you angry?

Shen Li hadn’t expected such a question and shook her head gently.

Eldest Miss, people can say whatever they want. It’s not like I’ll lose any flesh over it.

Fu Guiyi chuckled softly, reaching out to pinch Shen Li’s cheek. Watching the fair skin flush red, a sudden, wicked impulse stirred within her.

I want to see this girl cry.

But the thought flashed through her mind only briefly before she forcefully suppressed it.

Your good temper is commendable, but remember this you are my servant. When others speak ill of you, they are speaking ill of me.

Fu Guiyi released her grip.

She was now fully dressed, as the maids responsible for her shoes and hair had arrived while Shen Li was helping her change.

Come with me, Fu Guiyi said simply.

Though Shen Li was filled with questions, she dared not disobey the Eldest Miss’s orders. If Fu Guiyi said east, Shen Li would never go west.

She immediately followed.

Only then did she notice a long table had been set up in the courtyard. Two or three maids stood on the table, each holding a wooden bucket aloft.

The Head Maid stood nearby, holding a bamboo rod.

The rod cracked through the air with a terrifying snap.

Remember these faces? They’re the ones who spoke ill of you.

Do you recall what they said?

Shen Li remained silent. Fu Guiyi answered for her.

A dog barks louder when its master is around.

Fu Guiyi reached out and wrapped her arms around Shen Li’s waist, treating the woman like a personal heater even in broad daylight.

You are my personal maid, and your authority in this manor ranks only below Wen Qing’s.

Remember this no one is allowed to speak ill of you.