Villain Strategy Rules [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 20

That night, they successfully stayed up to welcome the New Year, though not by choice. Every time they felt drowsy, firecrackers would go off.

Fireworks were strictly prohibited in the city center, but… this was the remote outskirts, with very few residents. People from the city would sneak over at midnight to set them off. So, whenever Wen Zhixu began to doze off, the sudden noise would startle her awake.

As the sky lightened with the first hints of dawn, Chaoyao nudged Wen Zhixu and whispered in her ear, “The sunrise is about to come. Do you still want to watch it?”

Wen Zhixu let out a soft hum, her eyes fluttering open groggily. The horizon was tinged with pale light, and she forced herself up. “Yes!”

They were lucky—it was a clear day. A golden streak pierced through the darkness, surrounded by hues of lavender as the sun gradually emerged, swallowing the night. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, Wen Zhixu would have assumed the lavender tint was just a camera filter.

The sunrise didn’t last long. Watching it didn’t stir any grand emotions in her—she simply felt that as long as the person beside her was the right one, that was enough.

“Chaoyao,” Wen Zhixu called out.

Chaoyao turned to her. “Hmm?”

Wen Zhixu kept her gaze on the sky. “Since we’re watching the sunrise together, shouldn’t we kiss?”

Chaoyao was a woman of action. The moment Wen Zhixu spoke, she leaned in and kissed her. Just then, the sun rose fully, casting its golden light over their faces as if the world had paused just for them, bathing them in radiance.

Wen Zhixu pressed forward, deepening the kiss—slow, tender, and full of longing. Their lips and tongues intertwined, and as the strap of her dress slipped off her shoulder unnoticed, Wen Zhixu traced light circles over Chaoyao’s collarbone. She liked marking it this way, as if drawing those circles meant this person belonged to her.

After a while, they pulled apart. Wen Zhixu glanced around before changing the subject. “Can you cook?”

Chaoyao smiled. “A little, but I’ll need you to teach me.”

Having stayed up nearly all night, neither of them felt hungry—just exhausted. Wen Zhixu yawned. “Let’s get some sleep first. There’s plenty of food in the fridge. We can cook together later.”

“Mm!” Chaoyao got up from the lounge chair first. As Wen Zhixu started to rise, Chaoyao asked, “Teacher Wen… do you trust me? I can carry you to bed.”

Based on my observations, you two weigh about the same, though Chaoyao is 2cm taller. Probability of success: moderate.

“…” Wen Zhixu realized that ever since System 006 upgraded, it was no longer just giving prompts—it had turned into a full-time spectator.

“Shut up.”

Then, with a gentle smile, she said, “Of course I trust you!”

Chaoyao bent down, effortlessly lifting Wen Zhixu into her arms and carrying her to bed. As she straightened up, she sneakily pinched Wen Zhixu’s soft waist.

Not one to take things lying down, Wen Zhixu pinched her right back before playfully pinning Chaoyao beneath her. The two tussled on the bed until Chaoyao finally surrendered with a laugh, and Wen Zhixu relented.

By then, both were thoroughly worn out. Wen Zhixu lay on the bed, her body warm, their hair tangled together. She was surprised—Chaoyao was stronger than she looked.

But now, sleepiness had fully set in. With daylight came silence—the firework enthusiasts had all returned to the city, leaving the world hushed. And so, the two of them drifted off to sleep together.

When Wen Zhixu woke up, Chaoyao was already sitting beside her reading a book. The soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting golden flecks that danced across their pink duvet. The fragrance of roses on the bedside table enveloped them, as if they were immersed in a sea of flowers. “When did you wake up? Are you hungry?”

Noticing Wen Zhixu stirring, Chaoyao brought over a glass of warm water and held it to her lips. “Just woke up. Are you hungry? I’ll go cook first.”

The water was pleasantly warm, refreshing her instantly as she drank. Sitting up, Wen Zhixu met Chaoyao’s gaze—only for her eyes to involuntarily drift downward to where she shouldn’t be looking.

Damn… She’d promised not to corrupt a high schooler, yet here she was having such thoughts. Morning arousal really was the most potent.

Chaoyao went downstairs to cook, washing the vegetables while Wen Zhixu freshened up.

“Should we shower first?” Wen Zhixu suggested.

Chaoyao blushed. “Okay. I’ll fill the tub… You go get our clothes.”

They hadn’t showered last night, and the summer heat had left them sticky with sweat. Wen Zhixu had planned to replace the toiletries first, but the uncomfortable sensation made her impatient.

The bath filled quickly. Coincidentally, both shared Song Nuan’s love for bubble baths—the blue bath bomb dissolving into frothy azure waters under swirling steam.

The heated bathroom grew misty, obscuring vision. Though compact, the space was dominated by the oversized tub Song Nuan had chosen. Chaoyao, already undressed, stepped in first. Shedding her bulky pajamas, Wen Zhixu followed, their bodies concealed by foam and vapor. Droplets clung to Wen Zhixu’s face as she leaned closer.

“You’ve got… water here.” Chaoyao brushed a bead from Wen Zhixu’s forehead.

“Mm.”

“Help wash my back?” Wen Zhixu asked.

“Okay.”

Turning around, Wen Zhixu’s smooth, graceful back invited touch. As Chaoyao’s fingers traced the curves, her strength seemed to melt away, limbs turning soft as the dissolving foam.

The stifling heat made breathing labored, their panting syncopated with pounding heartbeats.

“Don’t you think it’s too hot…” Wen Zhixu murmured.

Chaoyao embraced her from behind, skin contact bringing momentary relief. “Teacher Song… Will you teach me…?”

“Please… teach me.”

Wen Zhixu turned and pressed Chaoyao down into the bubbles, their lips meeting—until her phone rang. Eyes shut, she fumbled to silence it.

The caller persisted through three rejected calls. Pausing the kiss when it rang again, Wen Zhixu asked, “Should I answer?”

Chaoyao bit her lip. “Mm.”

But seeing “Song Chaoyao” on the caller ID filled Wen Zhixu with instant regret. Still, reason prevailed as she answered.

“Sis?” Song Chaoyao’s voice held surprise and delight.

Wen Zhixu replied coolly, “What is it?”

“Sis, you like girls? You like Chaoyao?”

Wen Zhixu frowned. She had put the call on speaker, so Chaoyao could hear everything clearly.

Before Wen Zhixu could even respond, Song Chaoyao’s voice came through again.

“I fully support and agree with you liking girls, but… it can’t be Chaoyao.”

“Do you have something to say? If not, don’t bother me again.”

Song Chaoyao fell silent for a few seconds.

“Dad’s already on his way to see you. By my estimate, he’ll be there in ten minutes.”

?

“You don’t have to believe me. You can take the gamble if you want. Aunt Sun’s place, right? Actually, Dad followed you there yesterday after you left.”

Wen Zhixu hung up. She didn’t want to believe the words of a madman, but she wasn’t willing to take the risk either.

Chaoyao: “Let’s leave.”

Wen Zhixu nodded. The two dried off, got dressed, and prepared to head out.

But fate had other plans. The moment they opened the door, Song’s father and his bodyguards were already standing there.

Logically, with Grandpa’s friend visiting today, he shouldn’t have been here.

Song’s father first scrutinized the two of them, then stepped inside. Chaoyao, fearing he might harm Wen Zhixu, immediately positioned herself in front, blocking his line of sight.

The door closed behind them.

Song’s father: “Cook something.”

Wen Zhixu: “What?”

He sat down on the sofa. “Didn’t you already prepare food? Weren’t you about to eat?”

Wen Zhixu shot Chaoyao a look, then pulled her into the kitchen. She quickly messaged Yang Yue, sending their location and asking her to come over. If anything happened later, she needed to make sure Chaoyao could leave first.

Once the meal was ready, Song’s father joined them at the table. He remained silent at first, with the bodyguards stationed at the door and no one else disturbing them.

Host, I detect no ill intent from your father. Your life isn’t in danger.

“Good. You’re actually useful this time. Keep it up.”

Wen Zhixu firmly believed that criticism was due for poor performance, but praise was equally necessary for good work.

Noticing their silence, Song’s father cut to the chase. “Aren’t you going to ask why I’m here?”

“You need something from us?” Wen Zhixu set down her chopsticks. “If it were about forcing me into an arranged marriage, you’d have just dragged me away. You wouldn’t have let us cook and eat first.”

Song’s father smiled. “You’re clever, just like your mother. I promised her long ago that I’d let you go your own way, and I won’t stand in your path. But right now, I need to make a deal with you.”

Wen Zhixu: “What kind of deal?”

Instead, he turned to Chaoyao. “Chaoyao, right? Do you like my daughter?”

“Don’t answer yet. I won’t disclose the details of the deal either. I’ll give you one chance—agree or refuse. If you agree, I’ll help both of you in the future and set Song Nuan free. But this deal is yours alone to carry out. As for whether your life will be at risk, I can’t say.”

Without hesitation, Chaoyao replied, “I agree.”

Wen Zhixu immediately objected: “No!”

She couldn’t let Chaoyao take such a risk. Absolutely not.

Song’s father tapped the table. “She’s already agreed.”

Chaoyao: “What’s the deal?”

He chuckled lightly. “Expose your dean—in your name.”