Villain Strategy Rules [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 31

After a moment, Chaoyao seemed to let go. She smiled and said, “Teacher Song… it’s over.”

So, the thing she had agonized over since childhood was simply the irresponsibility of adults. She had done nothing wrong—her birth hadn’t caused their sorrow. It was their negligence that had led to her childhood suffering.

“Mhm.” Wen Zhixu drove her away from that place of pain, worried that staying longer would only darken Chaoyao’s mood. So, she chose to take her home instead, to walk by the lake, feel the breeze, and ease her heart.

The streets at night were lively, the evening wind gentle, free from the morning’s heat. Stalls lined the roads, their aromas filling the air.

Most of the people out were students who had just finished their college entrance exams, savoring the sweetness of young love. At this age, even the simple act of holding hands, feeling the warmth of each other’s palms, could set their hearts racing for a long time.

And of course, so could they.

Once home, Wen Zhixu and Chaoyao walked along the lakeside. Chaoyao’s spirits had lifted considerably. In truth, she had already moved on long ago. But hearing someone else finally say it wasn’t her fault—that moment felt like victory.

Host, the mission is complete. You must leave this world now.

The mechanical voice abruptly cut through Wen Zhixu’s thoughts. Confused, she asked, “Wasn’t there still half a year left?”

There should have been, but I’ve been persistently disrupted by an unknown signal. You must depart tonight and proceed to the next world.

“Tonight?”

Wen Zhixu slowed her steps. Scenes from the past year flickered through her mind like film reels—joy, sorrow, fear, love…

Host, you must call for extraction before midnight. Otherwise, the consequences will be severe.

At the word “extraction,” a sharp pain stabbed through Wen Zhixu’s heart, as if a knife had sliced deep, leaving only fleeting breaths in the wound.

After a long silence: “Alright.”

She watched their shadows, intertwined under the glow of the sunset, then suddenly changed the subject. “Ever had alcohol? I can hold my liquor pretty well.”

Chaoyao: “…”

She suddenly recalled the first time Wen Zhixu had gotten drunk—truly… both exasperating and alluring. But since Wen Zhixu seemed in high spirits today, she didn’t mind indulging her. “Fine! Though I doubt I can keep up with you.”

Wen Zhixu turned, hands clasped behind her back, swaying playfully as she walked. “Come on, let’s go home. I’ve got a gift for you.”

When Chaoyao’s exam results came out, the principal and teachers had all given her presents—except Wen Zhixu. But she hadn’t minded. Wen Zhixu’s presence alone was the greatest gift. Now, hearing there was something more, she pointed at herself. “For me?”

“Hmm?” Wen Zhixu arched a brow, smiling as she leaned in. “Did you really think I wouldn’t get you anything?”

Chaoyao took Wen Zhixu’s hand, the lingering warmth in their palms sending her heart into a frenzy, just like in those innocent early days of love. She lowered her head, resting it against Wen Zhixu’s shoulder, and murmured softly, “Jiejie… I want to call you that…”

“You know… you carry a faint fragrance. That scent… it haunts my dreams.”

They stood beneath the great tree as the setting sun kissed the branches in the twilight. Chaoyao lifted her gaze to Wen Zhixu, cradling her face in both hands before their lips met in the golden-filtered gaps between the leaves.

The dusk light fell upon their faces, becoming a radiant beam in the gathering darkness.

After a long while,

“Sister…” Chaoyao murmured, cheeks flushed, her eyes tender. “I have a gift for you too.”

Wen Zhixu took a deep breath, pressing a hand to her racing heart. “What gift?”

Chaoyao scooped her up into her arms. Their reflections shimmered on the lake’s surface, where sunlight danced upon the water, turning it into a golden tapestry—as if nature itself had prepared a special wedding just for them. “Taking you home.”

Wen Zhixu had already asked Yang Yue to prepare a candlelit dinner for them. By the time they arrived, roses carpeted the floor, candlelight flickered warmly across the room, and the delicate aroma of red wine lingered in the air.

“Sister… did you prepare all this?” Chaoyao asked.

Still nestled in her arms, Wen Zhixu felt a rush of shyness. The warmth of Chaoyao’s body against hers, the occasional brush of hair against her neck—

She buried her face into Chaoyao’s shoulder. “Put me down first.”

Ah, the stamina of youth. Though the walk home had only been about five minutes, Wen Zhixu knew she would have been panting after just one.

Chaoyao gently set her down. “Of course, sister.”

Such simple words, yet they sent shivers down Wen Zhixu’s spine. Leaning against the table for support, she said, “There’s a gift for you in the bedroom. One for each of us.”

They stepped into the bedroom to find two dresses—one a vibrant red, the other pure white.

Wen Zhixu had bought them earlier—the red dress for herself, and a flowing white gown for Chaoyao, its satin fabric glowing faintly under the light like a cascading silver galaxy.

Chaoyao picked up the red dress. “Sister… let me help you into it, okay?”

Wen Zhixu lifted the white gown in turn. “Then… I’ll help you into yours.”

They undressed, standing bare before each other in the dim light.

As Chaoyao slipped the red dress onto Wen Zhixu, her fingertips traced over soft skin, lingering along delicate curves. Once the laces at the back were tied, she cupped Wen Zhixu’s face and pressed her hand against her own chest.

“Sister… feel how fast my heart is beating.”

A smirk curled Wen Zhixu’s lips as her fingers drifted away from Chaoyao’s heart, roaming lower before gripping her neck. She whispered against her ear, “Remember when I taught you how to really kiss?”

Chaoyao shivered. “Mhm…”

“But… I didn’t learn well enough.”

Wen Zhixu nipped at her earlobe. “Then I’ll teach you more tonight…”

A tremble. “Okay.”

Once dressed, the dim lighting made everything feel mysterious, uncertain.

Red wine swirled in their glasses. Wen Zhixu tilted hers slightly, meeting Chaoyao’s gaze before they linked arms and drank.

In her mind, this toast—freely given and received—meant they were now wed, bound beyond society’s conventions.

The wine was light, not enough to intoxicate, but enough to warm their skin and paint their cheeks pink.

Wen Zhixu exhaled. “So hot…”

The red and white dresses intertwined like roses blooming in barren land. They embraced each other, their arms accidentally knocking over a wine glass that shattered instantly, spilling red wine that stained a corner of the white dress.

Wen Zhixu gently traced Chaoyao’s lips with her fingers and whispered, “Did you know? Wedding dresses can be white… or red.”

“I can’t wait until our wedding day, so let’s wear these symbolic dresses now.”

Chaoyao lowered her head, licking the finger that had touched her lips, then smeared some of Wen Zhixu’s lipstick onto her own lips. “Sister… there’s still so much I don’t know. Will you teach me?”

Wen Zhixu replied softly, “Yes.”

They moved to the bedroom. Wen Zhixu’s hands glided over Chaoyao’s back, slipping down the dress she had just helped her into. The girl’s skin was like freshly fallen snow, and Wen Zhixu traced every curve with her fingertips. “You’re so soft…”

Chaoyao’s gaze grew hazy, her face flushed. “Sister… just show me once, and I’ll learn…”

Truthfully, Wen Zhixu was also inexperienced—but she had seen enough. What did it matter if she lacked practice? She had passion and determination.

Wen Zhixu murmured, “Alright.”

……

Red roses and dresses tangled together in disarray. The bouquet on the nightstand exuded a rich fragrance, the blankets kicked to the floor. Wen Zhixu caressed the softest places. “Now… let me teach you.”

Her voice was barely audible, her throat tight with heat. A cool breeze drifted through the half-open window, carrying the scent of the flowers they had planted together on the balcony. The wind, always damp from the nearby lake, wrapped them in the humid embrace of an impending rain.

Chaoyao bit her lip lightly. “Sister… is there something you want to say to me?”

Wen Zhixu hovered over her, toying with a strand of Chaoyao’s hair. “We’ll be together forever. Here, in this place.”

This was where she had chosen to leave. Though the future was uncertain, in this world, in this hidden corner where only the two of them existed, they could dream of a life yet to come.

Chaoyao let out a soft hum. “Sister… it’s in the drawer. Will you show me?”

Wen Zhixu shifted, her heart clenching. She had only ever loved one person in this lifetime.

“Okay.”

Host, please select the time of departure.

Wen Zhixu closed her eyes. “11:59.”

Departure time confirmed. Once the host leaves this world, it will enter stasis. This setting cannot be altered.

If she didn’t leave, this world would cease to exist. She would rather freeze time here than let it vanish as though it had never been.

Wen Zhixu whispered, “Alright.”

She opened her eyes, her voice laced with temptation. “We’ll remember this moment forever.”

Chaoyao traced her collarbone, then kissed the bow of Wen Zhixu’s lips. “Sister…”

The night breeze rippled across the lake, stars shimmering on its surface. They drifted as if floating in the sea, their feverish bodies cooling in the imagined water. The tide surged into them, stirring the quiet depths of their hearts.

Time slipped away. Wen Zhixu thought of the day she first met Chaoyao—even then, battered and bruised, all she had wanted was to see her smile.

With a “pitter-patter” sound, rain began to fall outside the house. The gentle sound of the rain reached their ears, adding a unique charm to their intimate moment.