The Spoiled Little Beauty is Always Abusing the Protagonist [Quick Transmigration] 12

Chapter 12: The Spoiled Villain in a Period Novel 12

Wang Wanwan delved into her distant memories, her mind already scheming.

In her previous life, her cousin Wang Zhi had gotten incredibly lucky. He happened to meet a rich man from the city who was in the tea processing business and had come to the countryside. With Wang Xingguo’s help, Wang Zhi went into business with this rich man.

In just two or three years, he became a famous wealthy merchant in Shuian Town, and his career continued to soar, making everyone envious.

Ever since she was reborn last month, Wang Wanwan would beat her chest and stomp her feet in regret whenever she thought of this.

She looked down on Wang Zhi.

He was uncultured, spoke crudely, was almost thirty and couldn’t even find a wife, and didn’t go out to work, always borrowing money from her parents.

She wasn’t wrong to dislike him.

But if she had known that Wang Zhi would become so successful in the future, Wang Wanwan would never have made an enemy of him. In her previous life, she had a falling out with Wang Zhi. Later, when he became rich, he was unwilling to help her out, which led to her dying from overwork at a large factory.

Fortunately, this time, it was still early.

And there was a rich man from the city in Wang Family Village…

Compared to Wang Zhi, Wang Wanwan was more willing to get close to that young master.

Of course, she couldn’t make an enemy of Wang Zhi either.

Thinking of this, Wang Wanwan’s eyes flickered. She looked up at Wang Zhi with a friendly expression and deliberately softened her voice. “Brother, when did this young master arrive?”

Wang Zhi said, “He came in the autumn. You know the Capital, right? He’s a rich man from there, even brought four bodyguards. Do you really like him?”

Wang Wanwan said generously, “Yes, I do. Can you help me connect with him?”

“Don’t even think about it.”

Wang Zhi unexpectedly refused. Not only that, but he also gave her a contemptuous look. “The gap between you and him is too big to even measure. You’re not even qualified to be his mistress.”

“You—” Wang Wanwan’s face changed at his words, her mouth twitching as if she wanted to curse but held it back.

What was wrong with Wang Zhi?

At this time in her previous life, their relationship hadn’t deteriorated to this point. On what grounds was he speaking to her in this tone?

Wang Zhi actually regretted it as soon as he said it.

No matter what, Wang Wanwan was still his cousin. If she told the elders what he had just said…

Wang Zhi clenched his jaw and forced himself to soften his tone. “I didn’t mean anything else. I just wanted to tell you that a young master like him will definitely marry a rich young lady. Don’t ruin yourself.”

Wang Wanwan gripped the strap of her schoolbag tightly, telling herself to endure.

She forced a smile. “Mm, I know what I’m doing.”

Wang Zhi watched her retreating back and sneered. Daydreaming, wishful thinking!

*

Ever since that one fever, Shu He no longer needed Xu Nongqing’s reminders and would take his medicine on his own initiative.

Every time he finished the bitter medicine, he felt so proud that he had to lift his pale face and tell Xu Nongqing triumphantly that he had drunk it all.

Xu Nongqing would say, “Amazing.”

His tone was flat. Shu He felt he was being perfunctory, but considering he had to wash his clothes in the river in this cold weather, he wouldn’t hold it against him.

“You have to come back quickly. I want to eat the chicken soup you make.”

Shu He sat by the charcoal fire, wrapped in a down jacket so white he looked like a little glutinous rice ball. Around his snow-white neck was a fluffy black scarf—hand-knitted by Xu Nongqing.

He had been knitting it for several days. The moment it was finished, the naughty Shu He had snatched it and put it around his own neck.

Even under such oppression, the protagonist didn’t dare to make a sound. He could only start knitting a new one, which was then snatched by Shu He again.

Shu He even felt he was being too mean.

He wished the protagonist would resist just once, even if it was just to scold him in that tone.

But he didn’t.

Xu Nongqing started knitting a third scarf.

Black, white, and this time, pink.

Shu He wasn’t planning on snatching it again.

He looked at Xu Nongqing with his round almond eyes, the lower half of his face buried in the scarf. His voice was muffled by the yarn, soft as if he had a marshmallow in his mouth. “Remember, if you’re late, I’ll…”

“I’ll make you pay!”

Xu Nongqing grunted in his usual manner and told him not to open the door for strangers.

Shu He mumbled that he wasn’t a child, was he going to be kidnapped? Xu Nongqing closed the door, noncommittal.

Once he left, Shu He was all alone. Fortunately, he still had his violin and the system for company.

Shu He stood up, took his violin, and quickly sat back down by the charcoal fire. He said seriously to the system, “I think I’m very talented. When I go back, I’m going to play for my parents.”

System: 【…On the premise that the mission is completed.】

Shu He was unhappy. “How can you doubt the villain’s ability? I’ve read that book ten times. No one knows how to be a villain better than me.”

He lifted his head, so proud he wanted to wag his non-existent tail.

The system didn’t know what to say. After a moment of silence, it turned on the backend recording function and recorded Shu He diligently playing the violin.

Then, it logged into the system forum.

Systems could follow each other and exchange information about their worlds. System 1’s follower count had already surpassed fifty thousand. All of these systems were…

Obsessed systems who were thirsty for Shu He.

Although 1 somewhat despised these systems, that didn’t stop it from enjoying the replies that praised Shu He.

System 1 posted the new video of Shu He. In just a few minutes, the number of replies in the backend had increased by 99+.

【: I’m begging you (weakly), can we trade hosts? You give me your host, and I’ll give you mine.】

【: I declare that the first top-tier celebrity in the host world is none other than Shu He—】

【: My host wants me to ask which planet Shu He is from in the real world. Please let me know, I’ll pay.】

Of course, the system wouldn’t tell them.

After reading the replies, it logged out of the forum. Just as it was about to check on Shu He, it suddenly noticed that the detection threshold in the backend had broken into the red.

This meant the protagonist was under extreme pressure.

Enough to support the idea of rising up—

What happened?

*

Shu He played a famous interstellar lullaby used to soothe monster babies to sleep.

The music was pleasant, elegant, and beautiful.

He was somewhat immersed, thinking of how he used to insist on his parents singing this song to lull him to sleep when he was little. He rubbed his cheek against the scarf, slowly stopped playing, and turned around.

Someone was knocking on the door.

Shu He hesitated, put down his violin, and went to open the door. Wang Wanwan adjusted her smile to its most suitable angle, looking at the boy in front of her with a generous posture, and held out her hand.

“Hello, this is some cured meat my parents made themselves. We have some extra. It’s delicious when stir-fried.”

Shu He hadn’t expected the person knocking to be a stranger.

Hearing her words, he subconsciously looked down at the cured meat in Wang Wanwan’s hand. After a moment’s hesitation, Shu He didn’t take it.

“Thank you,” he said politely. “But I don’t really like these.”

Xu Nongqing also cured meat.

He had made it once, but Shu He didn’t like it much, so he didn’t make it often.

“Oh, I see. Alright.” Wang Wanwan looked a little disappointed. “What about this? Do you eat spicy strips?”

Spicy strips!

Shu He had never had them before.

He had always wanted to try them, but when he wrote to his family, they said they were junk food and wouldn’t let him eat them.

They had never sent any.

Seeing Shu He’s reaction, Wang Wanwan knew she had bet right. Rich people were always high and mighty, detached from worldly things. They were used to delicacies, but sometimes they were interested in cheap things like this.

“Here.” Wang Wanwan smiled generously, watching him. “My name is Wang Wanwan. What should I call you?”

Shu He took it. “Thank you. My name is Shu He.”

“What a nice name.” Wang Wanwan was confident that with her thirty years of life experience, she could win over this simple little boy. She casually started a conversation. “I think I heard you playing the violin.”

“Yes.” Shu He pursed his lips into a small smile, his almond eyes sparkling. “Did it sound good?”

Wang Wanwan looked into his eyes and was momentarily dazed. When she spoke again, her heart was beating unusually fast. “Uh, it was good! It was a very peaceful piece, like a lullaby. Very memorable. Did you compose it yourself?”

She hadn’t expected to have guessed it was a lullaby. Shu He’s eyes instantly lit up even more, his pale cheeks flushing with happiness.

“Not me, it was composed by a very famous composer. He…”

*

Xu Nongqing finished washing the clothes and carried the bucket back home. As he got closer, he suddenly stopped and looked at the scene not far away.

By the old wooden door, the boy’s beautiful brow was slightly curved. He seemed to be smiling, serene and bright, adding a touch of vivid color to the gloomy, misty surroundings.

And in front of him was a girl with her hair down, dressed fashionably. The two seemed to be chatting happily.

“It’s so cold outside,” Wang Wanwan said, as if unintentionally. “Don’t you think?”

“I think so too.” Shu He had actually been feeling cold for a while. It was just that Wang Wanwan kept throwing out topics, and he couldn’t find a way to interrupt.

Now that Wang Wanwan had brought it up, Shu He immediately rubbed his somewhat cold face against his scarf and said eagerly, “Don’t catch a cold. You should go back and warm up by the fire.”

Wang Wanwan’s expression stiffened. She had said that hoping Shu He would invite her inside.

Not to be sent home!

Wang Wanwan was now a little annoyed by Shu He’s lack of tact, but she also felt he was very innocent and didn’t want to let go of such a good opportunity.

“What I mean is…”

As she spoke, she glanced to the side, and the rest of her words were stuck in her throat.

But Shu He’s eyes lit up. “Xu Nongqing! You’re back. You were so fast.”

Wang Wanwan didn’t want a third person around, especially not Xu Nongqing. She quickly found an excuse and ran off.

Xu Nongqing put down the bucket.

He looked down at the bag of spicy strips in Shu He’s hand. “What’s this?”

“Something delicious.” Shu He raised his hand and pulled his scarf down a little, revealing his slightly pink lips and nose. His almond eyes were sparkling and moist. “Wang Wanwan gave it to me.”

Xu Nongqing naturally raised his hand and touched Shu He’s cold cheek with the back of his hand. He turned to close the door, shutting out the cold wind.

Then he turned back, his sharp brow lowered. He looked at Shu He, his dark eyes narrowed, his voice unreadable. “You like it a lot?”

Shu He nodded.

Xu Nongqing slowly asked, “Do you like this, or do you like her?”