Villain Strategy Rules [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 28

Wen Zhixu seized the moment to step aside, her voice trembling as she said, “You can leave now.”

Her heart was pounding with fear. She had originally thought Song Chao hated her and merely wanted to take everything that rightfully belonged to her—money, status… But now it seemed what Song Chao wanted to take was her.

What kind of absurdity was this?!

After a brief silence, Song Chao spoke to her mother, “Alright, Mom. I’ll be back soon. Nothing will happen. Go to bed early. Goodnight.”

Seeing her daughter’s response, Mrs. Song didn’t press further. She smoothed the disheveled hair from Song Chao’s forehead and said, “Sleep early. Goodnight, my darling.”

Song Chao closed the door, and the room fell into silence. The next second, she locked it, cornering Wen Zhixu against the wall. “Sister… are you really going to leave with Chaoyao?”

“Song Chao, I’ll say it one more time—I have nothing to do with your family,” Wen Zhixu pushed her away and moved to the desk. “I don’t care if you’re joking or serious, but there’s no possibility between us. I could never like you. Don’t make me hate you even more.”

“Sister…” Song Chao laughed softly. Her fingertips brushed against Wen Zhixu’s hair before trailing down to her lips. “Have you tried it with her? Why not try it with me? See who you prefer?”

Wen Zhixu turned her face away. “I don’t know what delusions I’ve given you, but let me make it clear—I don’t like you. In fact… I despise you.”

“You know I love Chaoyao, don’t you? Do you know why I gave up my inheritance? Because I love her. I only want to be with her—so much that I’d abandon the entire Song family for her. So why would you think I’d give her up for you?”

Wen Zhixu’s words were merciless. Song Chao was young, easily influenced by her family. Mrs. Song and her aunt had twisted mindsets, and who knew how much they’d affected her? The only way was to sever her illusions completely.

Song Chao withdrew her arm from the wall, tears slipping down her cheeks. She had… caught up. She had been so close to succeeding, so close to standing by her side.

“Why… why…?”

Wen Zhixu had just reviewed the original novel with the system. Her memory wasn’t wrong—in the story, Song Nuan disliked Song Chao because of her mother. As for why things had turned out this way, the system had no explanation. It was the first time it had encountered such a situation.

There was another possibility—the story had been rewritten. Perhaps Wen Zhixu’s successful redemption of Chaoyao had altered other plotlines.

But they truly couldn’t understand why Song Chao was involved. There was no connection at all—it was utterly baffling.

“There is no why. Get out of my room.”

Song Chao leaned against the door. “Sister, tell me… Outside that window is the pool. If I held you and jumped in, and there was a secret passage leading to an underground room… If I quietly hid you there, locked you away, would you belong to me forever?”

“…”

Wen Zhixu’s eyes widened. Her legs nearly gave out, and she braced herself against the desk to keep from collapsing. When had this farce even begun?

“006, is there really an underground room down there?”

There is.

“…”

“Then deal with her.”

I can’t.

“You don’t want to complete the mission?”

“Let me think about it.”

Wen Zhixu was going insane. She felt her life had finally returned to normal, so why did Song Chaoyao have to appear now? And Song Chaoyao had always been a bit mentally unstable—could she really alter the story because of her?

“You’re truly insane,” Wen Zhixu forced herself to say calmly.

Song Chaoyao burst into laughter, gradually closing the distance between them. “I went mad the moment I heard you say you liked Chaoyao. I admit it—she won. She once challenged me to a fair competition to see who you’d choose. I lost. But I refuse to accept it, hahaha!”

?

So Chaoyao had known about this all along. No wonder she always warned Wen Zhixu to stay away whenever Song Chaoyao was around, calling her a lunatic. Now it made sense—she really was one.

What kind of sane person would harbor such twisted feelings for their own sister? Or perhaps it was just psychological distortion, a case of misdirected emotions.

The wind suddenly picked up, howling through the half-open window and sweeping into the room. A few loose sheets of paper on the desk fluttered off, brushing past Wen Zhixu’s sleeve before landing at her feet.

Song Chaoyao picked one up, then deliberately let one strap of her dress slip off her shoulder, teasing, “Sister, it’s windy tonight—so cold. But I feel strangely warm. What should I do?”

Wen Zhixu: “…”

“Teacher Song!”

Chaoyao’s voice suddenly rang out from outside the window. Wen Zhixu’s room was on the second floor, not far from the ground. She hurriedly leaned out and saw Chaoyao standing by the pond, her eyes reflecting faint moonlight.

Wen Zhixu had no idea how Chaoyao had gotten in or how she knew what was happening tonight. But lights were flickering on in the other rooms—soon, everyone would know.

Not that it mattered. Why wait until tomorrow? Tonight, could make headlines.

“Song Family Heiress Heartbroken, Flees Wealthy Household.”

Look, she’d even come up with the perfect headline for them.

“Sister! Don’t look at her!”

Wen Zhixu pushed the window open further, exchanging a glance with Chaoyao before turning back. “Why shouldn’t I? Song Chaoyao, I won’t speak of tonight’s events, but if you pull something like this again, I can’t promise to stay silent.”

“Your mother has sacrificed her entire life for you. It’s up to you whether you want to openly defy her now.”

With that, Wen Zhixu stepped onto the desk and leaped out. The momentum from the second floor threw her off course, and Chaoyao couldn’t catch her properly—both of them tumbled into the pool.

Wen Zhixu was lightly dressed in just a white gown. As she hit the water, the skirt billowed up, revealing her slender, jade-like legs. When she stood, her long hair cascaded like a silver waterfall under the moonlight, shimmering faintly.

“Why did you come?”

“I…” Chaoyao averted her gaze before admitting, “I guessed Song Chaoyao would come for you. I was worried.”

Wen Zhixu asked, “You knew all along that my sister had ulterior motives?”

Chaoyao blushed. “Yes.”

“But I never thought she’d be this brazen. You’re her sister—I didn’t expect her to dare make a move on you at home. Seems I underestimated her.”

Wen Zhixu teased, “Then you’d better hold onto me tight. What if someone else snatches me away?”

Their hair dripped with water. As they wiped their faces, droplets slid from their lashes, trailing down their cheeks before finally dripping onto their collarbones.

“Teacher Song.” Chaoyao suddenly embraced her. “Thank you for appearing in my life… Otherwise, I really would’ve—”

“What are you two doing?” A cold voice cut through the moment.

The next second, Song Chaoyao jumped down, splashing water onto the faces of those nearby. Recognizing her daughter, Mrs. Song rushed forward, pulling her up and covering her chilled body with a coat while asking anxiously, “What are you doing?”

Hearing the commotion, Mr. Song and others emerged one after another, only to see the two women embracing, drenched. Especially Wen Zhixu, who was already in pajamas—her arms completely exposed, soaked through. Their clinging embrace looked unmistakably like an illicit affair.

But for Wen Zhixu, this was brazen “adultery” in broad daylight. The only unexpected element was Song Chaoyao’s impulsive jump—surprising yet understandable.

Chaoyao shielded Zhixu with her body.

A camera shutter clicked. Someone had taken a photo. The corner of Zhixu’s lips curled—success.

From tonight onward, she’d never need to return. She hadn’t sought revenge, but neither did she want further entanglement.

Seizing the moment, Zhixu pressed her lips against Chaoyao’s. The winter night was frigid, Zhixu’s pliant body submerged in the pool. Seeing this, Chaoyao cradled Zhixu’s neck, drawing them both underwater.

The temperate current enveloped them as their public kiss overflowed with tenderness. Dark tresses floated and intertwined. Fingertips traced bare skin amidst swirling warmth.

Song Chaoyao trembled at the sight. She struggled against her mother’s embrace, yearning to snatch back the one she loved—but couldn’t. After all her mother’s sacrifices, she couldn’t openly rebel.

Mr. Song had initially meant to intervene, but understanding dawned when he saw Zhixu’s reaction to the camera click. Zhixu no longer wished to participate in Song Chaoyao’s coming-of-age ceremony, abandoning even the pretense of courtesy.

The photographer was a maid—acting on Mrs. Song’s orders. She waited, anticipating Zhixu’s declaration.

As the pair emerged dripping, Mr. Song complied with Zhixu’s unspoken demand: “If you walk out with her today, never return.”

Zhixu hadn’t expected such cooperation—exactly what she desired. “Agreed. I keep my promises.”

Chaoyao’s palm quivered. “Am I truly worth this sacrifice?”

Mr. Song roared, “Everyone leave! No lingering permitted!”

“No! She can’t go!” Song Chaoyao suddenly thrashed.

Mrs. Song looked bewildered—this was an unforeseen windfall guaranteeing all assets and shares would be theirs. Why stop Song Nuan’s departure? “Zhaozhao, what are you saying?”

With a light laugh, Zhixu led Chaoyao ashore and strode away without backward glance. She’d seen this melodrama too often—standard soap opera fare, though usually fueled by misunderstandings. She’d merely borrowed the trope.

Once beyond the crowd, Chaoyao halted abruptly. “Teacher Song… you haven’t actually left the estate yet. If you want… you can still go back. I’ll disappear, I won’t—”

“Chaoyao.”

“Yes? What is it?”

Zhixu grasped her hand. “What gave you the impression I love you halfheartedly? Or that I’d cling to the Song family?”

Truthfully, neither she nor the original host could bear this place—hence choosing death over pleading for help. Yet she’d achieved retribution, having recently gathered evidence to expose the grade-tampering Teacher. The school’s swift investigation had resulted in dismissal.

Chaoyao shook her head, “No… I just feel… Do I really deserve this from you?”

“You do. You deserve it. Trust me, I love you.”

Wen Zhixu lay on top of Chaoyao, both of them drenched and shivering in the cold wind. Yet, the moment they embraced, a faint warmth spread between them.