Villain Strategy Rules [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 49

It had rained the night before, leaving some banana leaves drooping. As the morning sun emerged, the grass beaten down by the storm began to lift its head again, embracing new life.

The second-floor room remained tightly shut, curtains blocking out the sunlight. The sheer inner curtains fluttered gently in the breeze, while the flowers on the balcony basked in the sun, their fragrance drifting in the air, longing to be admired.

The bed was a mess. The pure white silk quilt had slipped halfway off, revealing skin covered in marks, with faint bite marks on the neck that became even more visible under the light. The quilt draped over the two of them, exposing hints of their intimacy as they clung to each other, tear stains still lingering on their faces.

The rose on the nightstand had toppled over, its petals scattered everywhere, the crimson blooms breathing life into the otherwise sparse room. Clothes were strewn about haphazardly yet somehow orderly.

No one knew exactly what had happened the night before. Both were still asleep, smiles on their lips as they savored the memories.

When Wen Zhixu woke up, it was already noon. The energy she had expended the previous night left her stomach growling and her throat parched. She moistened her lips with her tongue and glanced to the side.

Qin Nanxi had already left. The room had been tidied up, save for the missing vase on the nightstand and a faint scratch at the foot of the bed—otherwise, there was no trace left behind.

Wen Zhixu lifted the quilt and saw the faint bite marks on her inner thigh. A sudden smile tugged at her lips—it hadn’t been a dream. It was real.

She had slept with Qin Nanxi.

A glass of warm water sat on the nightstand. Her throat was dry and itchy, so she gulped it down in two quick swallows, finally finding some relief.

An overwhelming sense of satisfaction filled her with joy. She stood before the mirror, admiring the night’s handiwork, her lips curving into a smile. When she checked her phone, the glaring “12:00” made her freeze.

As she stepped out of the room, the aroma of food wafted up from downstairs. After a night of exertion, she was genuinely starving. The water had staved off dehydration, at least.

Tang Mo shot her a disapproving look. “Did you two go on a heist last night? Neither of you woke up this morning—one at ten, and the other, well, noon!”

Wen Zhixu took a seat at the dining table, picking up a piece of beef as she replied lazily, “I stayed up late binge-watching a drama.”

“Qingyue, oh Qingyue,” Tang Mo scrutinized her with suspicion. “You’ve changed so much. You’d never stay up late before. And you’ve stopped your morning and evening runs—why?”

Wen Zhixu: “…”

Great. Her worst fear had come true. How was she supposed to explain this? Who knew Jiang Qingyue was this disciplined? She couldn’t keep up! Just thinking about it made her head hurt.

She blurted out, “I’ve been feeling sore and achy lately. The doctor told me to rest for a while before resuming my routine.”

“Doctor?” Tang Mo turned Wen Zhixu around, examining her closely. “When did you go to the hospital?”

Qin Nanxi: “…”

Worried that Tang Mo might notice the marks from last night—after all, there were only three of them in the house, and she couldn’t exactly blame it on mosquitoes in the middle of winter—she stepped in to shoulder the lie. “I took her there earlier.”

“Right!” Wen Zhixu didn’t expect Tang Mo to be so quick on the uptake. Good thing she’d changed into a turtleneck sweater—otherwise, she might have been caught. “Qin Nanxi went with me.”

“Oh.” Tang Mo believed it. If it was Qin Nanxi, then it made sense she wouldn’t know.

Wen Zhixu sat across from Qin Nanxi, eating her meal while occasionally glancing at her. All her clothes had been cut up by Sun Li and the others, so now everything she wore was prepared by her mother.

And as the saying goes, no one knows a daughter like her mother. Qin Nanxi’s outfits were practically identical to Wen Zhixu’s. Today, both of them had chosen turtleneck sweaters, looking like two copies pasted side by side—perfectly matched.

Qin Nanxi also noticed the lingering gaze but chose not to bring it up. Right now, the priority was shifting the topic. “After dinner, I’ll go over yesterday’s test with you, then you’ll do an English paper. In the evening, I’ll explain the physics section.”

Wen Zhixu responded eagerly, “Okay.”

Tang Mo sighed. “Ugh.”

She didn’t know what crime she’d committed to deserve this—studying, no going out, self-improvement, and then exams when school resumed. If she did poorly, she’d get scolded. Worst of all… Wen Zhixu’s grades didn’t seem bad at all now!

“Tang Mo,” Qin Nanxi called out, seeing her dejected expression. “I know a senior who’s good friends with Xu Yue. I can ask her about Xu Yue’s preferences for you.”

Tang Mo: “!!!”

“What?” Wen Zhixu and Tang Mo exclaimed in unison.

Wen Zhixu spoke first. “You know the seniors too?”

This hit a sore spot for Wen Zhixu. In Jiang Qingyue’s memories, Qin Nanxi had been close to an older sister. Back when Jiang Qingyue’s pursuit had failed, she’d even asked Qin Nanxi if she liked that senior—and Qin Nanxi had nodded.

Whether it was deliberate or sincere, Qin Nanxi had later agreed to be with Jiang Qingyue. Jiang Qingyue was cheerful and forgetful, so she’d eventually let it go.

But Wen Zhixu wasn’t like that. She was meticulous, and after replaying those memories over and over, she couldn’t help but worry.

Seeing how anxious both of them were, Qin Nanxi was about to explain when something suddenly occurred to her. The memories of last night flooded back—it had been so intense. She didn’t want to burden Wen Zhixu with more responsibility, so she simply said, “Yeah, a sister I’ve known for years. She’s… really nice.”

Wen Zhixu’s mood instantly plummeted. She lay defeated at the bottom of an abyss, desperately hoping for a sturdy rope to pull her out. But thoughts moved quickly—after all, Qin Nanxi had said… she loved her last night.

She knew she should treat last night as a dream, but she couldn’t. She would remember it forever.

Tang Mo, noticing the silence, pressed urgently, “Really? Really?”

“Really.” Qin Nanxi smiled and nodded. “As long as you study hard and improve your grades during this time, I’ll get the information for you.”

Tang Mo nearly wanted to kneel in gratitude. “Got it, Sister Qin! I’ll study like my life depends on it.”

Qin Nanxi chuckled softly, then pursed her lips and composed herself before turning to Wen Zhixu. “If you make significant progress, I’ll take you somewhere special.”

The promise of a unique reward instantly revived Wen Zhixu, her smile returning in full force. “Deal!”

–

A week later, the holiday ended. Students arrived early, scribbling furiously in odd corners, racing against time. But upon closer inspection, none of these students looked familiar. The top students’ exam papers were being passed around—no one knew who started it—as classmates from other classes flocked over to check answers and copy homework.

Tang Mo had finished her assignments ahead of schedule for the first time. Like a superior, she waved her hand dismissively and remarked, “What a bunch of irresponsible students, not even bothering to finish their work early.”

Wen Zhixu was packing her things nearby. She had requested leave for the evening to return home. She’d had an idea for a long time, waiting for the right moment—and now was the perfect opportunity.

Tang Mo: “What time will you be back tomorrow? Don’t forget the exam at eight.”

“Don’t worry.” Wen Zhixu stuffed all her books into the desk drawer for easier removal tomorrow and said casually, “I won’t be late. If you’re so concerned, why not come home with me?”

“Not happening.” Tang Mo quickly refused. “Your mom’s picking you up later, right? I’m afraid she’ll call my older sister over, and then she’ll definitely grill me about my grades.”

Mrs. Jiang adored Tang Mo’s older sister—in her words, that was her real daughter.

“Right.” Wen Zhixu suddenly remembered. “Then stay away. If you don’t come, there’s a slim chance my sister will show up. But if you do, she’ll definitely come.”

After packing her bag, Wen Zhixu stood up and left, bidding Tang Mo farewell and waving to Qin Nanxi, who was at the podium.

Qin Nanxi returned a smile. After the holiday, they seemed closer, yet sometimes still distant.

Wen Zhixu arrived at the school gate to find Mrs. Jiang’s car already parked by the roadside. Originally, she had planned to send the chauffeur, but Mrs. Jiang realized she hadn’t seen her daughter in a while and decided to pick her up personally.

Spotting her daughter, Mrs. Jiang rolled down the window and waved. “Hello, sweetheart.”

Wen Zhixu jogged over and got in. “Thank you, Your Majesty, for gracing me with your presence.”

“Out with it.” Mrs. Jiang cut straight to the point. “What do you need from me? Coming home on your own means it’s something neither too big nor too small.”

If it were major, Mrs. Jiang would have known before Wen Zhixu. If it were trivial, her daughter could handle it herself.

Wen Zhixu clasped her hands solemnly. “As expected of my mother, decades wiser. You already know what I’m thinking.”

“I want you to establish a scholarship at our school—covering all expenses for the top three students until they graduate from university.”

The cost meant nothing to the Jiang family. They already funded school subsidies for underprivileged students. But Wen Zhixu had noticed that the top three students all struggled financially—the current aid wasn’t enough to support all their expenses, let alone future university costs.

Setting a threshold also ensured others knew their efforts wouldn’t go unrewarded.

Mrs. Jiang chuckled. “Still for Qin Nanxi, huh? Good. You take after me—this is how you pursue someone. Help them at the root. I approve. Now get out.”

“What?” Wen Zhixu thought she’d misheard. She pointed at herself. “Get out?”

Jiang’s mother deliberately said, “Exactly. Didn’t you finish what you had to say? Coming to me with such a trivial matter clearly means you want me to step forward while you hide behind. And here I thought you actually missed us and wanted to bond with me.”

Wen Zhixu, seeing her scheme exposed, quickly hugged Jiang’s mother. “Oh, I really did miss you! Let me come home and stay with you tonight—we can even share a bed~”

“Stop right there.” Jiang’s mother pinched Wen Zhixu’s cheek. “I was just teasing you. Come on, let’s go home.”