Villain Strategy Rules [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 24

Yang Yue wisely decided to leave. Although the scene was perfect for grabbing some sunflower seeds and enjoying the drama, Song Chao seemed off—her gaze was so intense it looked like she was about to start a fight. Better not get caught in the crossfire.

Song Chao frowned in disbelief, staring at the person who had just told her to get lost. “Sister? Did you just… tell me to get lost?”

Wen Zhixu raised a brow. “What else? It’s not the first time.”

Chaoyao suddenly cut in, “Teacher Song… you and Teacher Yang should head back first. I need to talk to her.”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay alone?” Wen Zhixu glanced at Chaoyao’s back. “Don’t start a fight with her. Remember, your back injury hasn’t healed yet.”

The knife wound on Chaoyao’s back was quite deep. Given that the two of them had once brawled their way into a police station, Wen Zhixu was genuinely worried this time they might end up in the hospital.

“I won’t. I’m not here to fight. I just have something to say to her.”

Seeing her determination, Wen Zhixu left with Yang Yue, pausing only to say, “I’ll wait for you in the classroom you usually stay in.”

Chaoyao smiled. “Mm.”

Wen Zhixu shot a glance at Song Chao as she brushed past her. Song Chao stiffened for a moment but ultimately stepped aside.

Once they were gone, Chaoyao asked coldly, “Do you really think you should be showing yourself in front of Teacher Song?”

“Shut up! Don’t call her ‘Teacher Song’—she’s not yours!” Song Chao snapped. “And I’m her sister. Why shouldn’t I be here?”

“Enough.” Song Chao’s voice had grown too loud, drawing the attention of a nearby security guard. Worried she might say something damaging, Chaoyao pulled her behind a tree. “Stop making a scene.”

Song Chao spat, “Get lost!”

Chaoyao didn’t mince words. “Do you really not understand what your position is? Your mother only married your father five years ago, but you and Teacher Song are only five years apart. What does that make you five years ago? A bastard child, got it? So how do you still have the nerve to pester her? To make her unhappy?”

Song Chao’s voice cracked. “That was my mother, not me. I love her—I really do.”

When she first arrived at the Song household, everyone had treated her kindly on the surface. But her mother had warned her—their kindness was only because her mother had taken the place of Song Nuan’s mother, that proud young mistress.

Chaoyao scoffed. “You love her? You just enjoy usurping her position. The only reason you want to possess her is because you see her as your property in that twisted mind of yours. That’s not love—it’s sickness. Stay away from her from now on. If you come looking for her again, I won’t mind crushing one more person.”

Song Chao suddenly laughed, a sharp, grating sound. “Hahaha… So I was right. We really are the same kind of person. Let me tell you something—so what if she likes you? If you disappear, or if she disappears, what can you do about it after enough time passes? We might as well go down together.”

Ignoring the pain in her arm, Chaoyao slapped Song Chao across the face, then immediately wrapped her fingers around her throat. “She hates you. If you had any self-awareness, you’d leave her alone.”

Gritting her teeth, Song Chao hissed, “You’re just an orphan. If you had any self-awareness, you’d be the one to leave her.”

Seeing Song Chao’s face turn purple, Chaoyao finally released her grip. “Can you fight your family? No, you can’t. You don’t dare. But I can. I dare.”

Song Chao wiped the bl00d from the corner of her mouth with a finger, her lips curling into a smirk. “Fine. Then let’s see who wins in the end.”

Chaoyao arched an eyebrow slightly, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Then I’m quite looking forward to it. After all, in just another week, we’ll be classmates again.”

“What does it matter if you’re back? What does it matter if you take first place? The starting point I have is something you’ll never reach in this lifetime. The only thing you can boast about is Song Nuan’s love for you—but so what? It’ll be mine sooner or later.” Song Chao was nearly hysterical. She couldn’t understand why everything had changed so suddenly. There had only been half a year left before she could follow Song Nuan—why did it have to change now?

“Lunatic.”

Chaoyao left. She didn’t want to have too much contact with Song Chao. Just as Wen Zhixu had said, the two of them were natural enemies—if they spent too much time together, they’d end up fighting.

And honestly, she’d always disliked Song Chao anyway.

Following their arrangement, Chaoyao arrived at their usual classroom. Wen Zhixu was already there, leaning against the railing by the wall, staring ahead, lost in thought.

“You’re here.” The sunlight cast Chaoyao’s shadow beside her, snapping Wen Zhixu out of her reverie. She first glanced at Chaoyao’s back to make sure there were no signs of bleeding—meaning they hadn’t fought—then asked, “What did you two talk about?”

Chaoyao’s earlier resilience faded. She lowered her arms, pursed her lips, blinked, and fixed her gaze on Wen Zhixu’s hands. “Song Chao is your sister. I didn’t say much to her. Just told her I’m coming back to school, and we’ll be classmates again. We agreed not to bring up the past.”

Wen Zhixu replied, “You don’t have to think of her as my sister. We’re not really related anyway.”

Half-sisters by different mothers didn’t count as true sisters in her book. From the moment she arrived, Wen Zhixu knew Song Nuan and Song Chao would never get along—and neither would she and Song Chao.

Chaoyao smiled. “Good!”

“Oh!” Wen Zhixu pulled Chaoyao to the railing. “Officer Sun just told me that Director Zhang embezzled a lot of money. All her assets have been seized. Since most of it was stolen from the orphanage’s funds, the government has decided to renovate the orphanage to give the children a better life.”

This news was good for everyone.

A faint glimmer lit up Chaoyao’s light-colored eyes. She took a deep breath, as if a heavy stone—one that had been suffocating her—had finally been lifted from her chest. “Teacher Song… thank you. Thank you for helping us. And also… thank you for loving me.”

The sudden confession instantly painted Wen Zhixu’s cheeks crimson. Chaoyao was bold, passionate, and loyal—qualities that gradually eroded Wen Zhixu’s rationality, pulling her deeper into their relationship.

“W-well… why not say you fell for me first?” Wen Zhixu clasped her hands behind her back, teasing deliberately. “Who was it that fought with Song Chao all the way to the police station for my sake? And made me come bail you out?”

“You two really embarrassed me that day. Do you know what the officers’ looks were saying? It was like they were thinking, ‘The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree—what kind of guardian lets their kids brawl their way into a police station?'”

That day, Chaoyao had been impulsive. When Wen Zhixu tried to protect her and got accidentally slapped, the only thought left in Chaoyao’s mind was retaliation. Maybe she really had fallen first—on that drunken night.

Chaoyao didn’t let her have the last word either. “It was obviously me who fell for you first. Teacher Song was just moved by my love, so she came back to love me too.”

Wen Zhixu flushed with embarrassment. Being teased by someone who’d just turned eighteen—it just went to show, the younger they were, the bolder they became.

“Oh, here you are! Finally found you.” Yang Yue and Zhang Zhiwan came running over, panting heavily.

Wen Zhixu steadied them. “What’s wrong? Take your time, don’t rush.”

Yang Yue opened her water bottle and took a big gulp. “The high school principal just came by and said Chaoyao can return to school.”

Seeing them breathlessly announce what was already common knowledge, Wen Zhixu didn’t know whether to laugh or feel sorry for them.

“Good. Her college entrance exams are coming up soon—school starts in just a week. We’ll make sure to take her to school properly and arrange regular pickups.”

Chaoyao had previously been a boarding student, but the school wasn’t too far from here. Besides, Wen Zhixu was worried something else might happen if she stayed in the dorms again. All three of them had cars, and now that the children had moved to the main campus, their only responsibility was overseeing renovations—they had plenty of time.

Zhang Zhiwan clapped her hands. “Of course we’ll handle the pickups properly! Does this mean we’re about to raise a top scorer?”

Yang Yue suddenly grew excited. “Right! I heard Chaoyao was always ranked first before. And even now—don’t let her week in the hospital fool you—she’s either been studying or chatting with Teacher Song every day. If she really becomes the top scorer, make sure to tell everyone we taught you!”

Wen Zhixu already knew the answer, so she didn’t exaggerate. “Alright, don’t pressure her.”

Chaoyao said, “I will. For Teacher Song, I’ll study hard.”

“Eww.” Yang Yue pouted. “‘For Teacher Song~~'”

Zhang Zhiwan, still confused and somewhat dazed, said, “Even though we didn’t teach you, we’ll definitely put in the effort with the pickups later. Make sure to thank us all together when the time comes.”

Yang Yue grabbed Zhang Zhiwan’s arm. “Ignore them—they’re a couple now. We’re just the laborers. Time to go shopping.”

The orphanage renovations were urgent—the new principal had already arrived. After such a major incident, no one dared cut corners anymore, so renovations were prioritized immediately.

The new principal was also concerned about the impact of construction on the children, so she had the teachers stay on-site to offer suggestions and help once the workers arrived. Once the renovations were done and the formaldehyde had dissipated, they could move back in before starting work on the main campus.

Zhang Zhiwan stopped in her tracks, resisting Yang Yue’s pull, and said excitedly, “Am I really that sharp? The first time I saw Teacher Song, I thought she liked girls—and I was right!”

Wen Zhixu turned her head, signaling Yang Yue to hurry up and drag her away.

Once they were gone, Chaoyao asked, “So when Teacher Song helped me with my luggage and took me out to eat the first time we met… did she already like me then?”

Wen Zhixu had once complimented Chaoyao on her beautiful eyes, and Chaoyao had remembered. She widened her eyes and leaned in close, staring intently at Wen Zhixu.

Chaoyao believed that in moments of eye contact, lies were impossible.

And truthfully, Wen Zhixu was weak to this. The moment their eyes met, her heart fluttered, and her gaze wavered as she tried to think of an answer. But clearly, she was wrong.

Chaoyao pressed on, “Teacher Song… I want to hear you say it~”

Wen Zhixu blinked. “No!”

Chaoyao: “I don’t believe you!”

“Then what’s the point of asking me?” Wen Zhixu sighed. “The answer is obvious.”

“Teacher Song,” Chaoyao gently touched her lips with her fingers. “From the very beginning, you told me to consider you as the most unforgettable person. At that moment, you already became the most unforgettable person in my life.”

Wen Zhixu parted her lips slightly, “Then promise me you won’t take any dangerous actions alone from now on. Discuss everything with me, and never think less of yourself. You’ll always be the best.”

Chaoyao rested her head on Wen Zhixu’s shoulder, “I promise.”