Every Day the Villain Continues to Fail
[Quick Transmigration]
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Gu Rongming seemed to be really angry.
Despite the delicate and elegant smile on his face, which remained warm, his long-standing illness left him with a pale and fragile appearance. However, the authority of someone in a high position still suppressed everyone around him, leaving them speechless.
Gu Rongming looked very different from Gu Rongzhang; he resembled his beautiful, soft-spoken mother from Jiangnan. Even with the faint trace of illness, it didn’t make him uncomfortable to look at. In fact, it added a noble air that made people respect him even more.
No wonder he was known as the Second Master of the Gu family, renowned in Yun City.
“Ruan Yao, come over here” he lowered his gaze, his tone as calm as possible.
He didn’t even call her ‘sister-in-law’ anymore.
It looked like he was really angry.
Ruan Yao thought of his somewhat awkward side task and, although unsure why he was upset, figured he couldn’t afford to lose Gu Rongming’s favor. Reluctantly, he had no choice but to obediently step out from behind Yu Chuan.
Gu Rongming instinctively reached out, wanting to grab Ruan Yao’s wrist that was peeking out of his sleeve.
But he moved his fingers, still managing to restrain these odd thoughts.
Yu Chuan’s gaze shifted between Gu Rongming and Ruan Yao, a thoughtful smile appearing on his face.
The Gu family’s relationships really are interesting.
A young secretary named Qi Ren avoided Ruan Yao’s gaze and respectfully bent down, saying, “Madam, please come with me.”
Ruan Yao hesitated, looking towards Yu Chuan. “The Second Master is going to discuss important matters with Officer Yu. Madam, please rest for now.”
“You must be exhausted after staying up all night at my brother’s memorial, right?” Gu Rongming tapped the armrest with his fingers, his tone seemingly concerned about Ruan Yao’s health.
His eyes, slightly smiling at the corners, seemed to be probing something.
Ruan Yao thought about the troublesome things Gu Jin had been bothering him with the night before, and his heart sank.
“Then I’ll go first,” Ruan Yao pressed his lips together and turned to smile apologetically at Yu Chuan.
Yu Chuan returned a bright smile.
Gu Rongming’s gaze seemed even colder.
The secretary extended a hand and gestured down the hallway. “Let me escort Madam to her room to rest.”
Ruan Yao: ...
Had his secret about being directionally challenged been discovered?
However, having someone lead the way was certainly better than getting lost for half the day without finding his room.
Ruan Yao politely said, “Thank you.”
The secretary lowered his head further, his eyes hidden under slightly longer bangs, as if unwilling to make eye contact with Ruan Yao.
Ruan Yao scratched his soft cheek, muttering to the system, “How terrifying is my persona really? He looks so scared of me.”
“Because your persona is ruthless, heartless, and unreasonable, causing chaos wherever you go as a spoiled rich wife,” the system responded arrogantly, “Everyone here probably both hates and fears you.”
Ruan Yao grinned, “This persona really sounds strangely impactful.”
The system coaxed, “To make your character more realistic, you should try to behave according to your persona. This will increase your score when the task is completed.”
Behaving according to the persona meant bullying this cute little secretary, right?
Ruan Yao glanced at the little secretary, who seemed like the silent and kind type.
He felt a little reluctant.
The system said, “After all, you are the malicious cannon fodder. If you don’t bully him, how can it show the future protagonist’s enduring kindness?”
That’s true.
Ruan Yao gave himself a pep talk in his mind.
Qi Ren couldn’t just enter the mistress’s room. He had to stand at the door and respectfully say, “I’ll leave now. Madam, if you need anything, feel free to call me.”
“Wait!” The 'woman' suddenly called out to him.
Qi Ren lowered his eyes. "Is there anything else you need, Madam?"
Ruan Yao lazily leaned against the doorframe, his tone somewhat playful. "Why won't you look at me?"
He curled the corner of his lips into a shallow smile, using a delicate, white finger to lift Qi Ren's chin. Qi Ren was inevitably forced to meet Ruan Yao's gaze.
The eyes, as clear as amber in the sunlight, were mesmerizing, so beautiful that they made a man lose his focus in an instant.
Ruan Yao tilted his head curiously, his voice innocent yet seductive: "Are you afraid of me?"
He sounded like a little child.
Ruan Yao was close, his black hair cascading like a waterfall, and Qi Ren could even smell the faint fragrance of his hair. His heart was slightly numbed.
Ruan Yao became a bit more coquettish, raising his voice a little, his tone like the gentle chirping of a little bird: "Look at me."
He commanded with a touch of pride.
Ruan Yao was trying his best to make things difficult for him. "I can't find my shawl, can you help me look for it?"
Qi Ren was using all his strength to suppress the trembling excitement and fear within him. "Since Madam has asked, I shall disturb you."
Ruan Yao's room still maintained that exaggerated and extravagant aesthetic.
The room was large and spacious, with snow-white walls, thin gold trim along the edges, and the window frames painted in a seductive rose color. The window wasn't properly closed, and the Bohemian-style curtains were gently swaying in the wind, resembling waves of the sea.
Even the air carried the intoxicating scent of summer.
The sofa and bed were adorned with expensive, lightweight dresses, which felt like cold water slipping through his fingers when held.
Qi Ren’s hand was trembling so much that the veins were visibly straining.
The beauty nurtured by wealth lazily leaned against the bed, smiling as she watched the man be rendered helpless by her seduction.
Had she done this with many men before?
Qi Ren couldn't help but wonder.
Ruan Yao's mind swelled with pride: Am I playing my role well? His veins are popping out, is he about to explode from anger?
The system clapped enthusiastically and genuinely believed the world owed its host an Oscar.
"Madam, could you explain it a bit more clearly?" Qi Ren asked, in a patient tone, after tidying up the pile of dresses Ruan Yao had carelessly thrown around.
Ruan Yao looked somewhat distressed, unconsciously pouting his lips: "It might be beige, with some floral patterns. No, no, it seems to be silk, pure white..."
It was obvious that this so-called shawl probably didn’t even exist.
Ruan Yao was deliberately teasing him.
Watching the man spin in her hands, wasn't it amusing?
A cool silk shawl with a strong, intoxicating fragrance suddenly draped over Qi Ren's head, almost engulfing him completely, his consciousness burning away in an instant.
"Ah, I remember, it's here." Ruan Yao said, his lips slightly pouting, his long eyelashes tinged gold by the blazing sunlight, his voice as seductive as ever.
"Go away, little secretary."
Compared to the weak and pitiful act he had to put on in front of Gu Rongzhang, this radiant, flamboyant side of his wife was completely different.
She was bold in public, but incredibly obedient in front of the second master.
Sometimes, the second master truly made people jealous.
Qi Ren, holding the rose-colored silk shawl, rolled it up and turned to stuff it into the pile of dresses. "Then I’ll leave. Madam, please rest well"
Ruan Yao, exhausted from his own antics, kicked off his shoes, his shoulder strap slipping down. He covered his face with the blanket and mumbled a few sounds, signaling to Qi Ren not to bother him anymore.
Qi Ren silently closed the door for him and walked to a corner of the hallway. This was a blind spot for the surveillance cameras, a place where he wouldn't be seen.
He flipped his fingers slightly and revealed a small folded piece of the rose-colored silk shawl.
Like a traveler who had been thirsty in the desert for a long time, he pressed his face against Ruan Yao's shawl, inhaling deeply.
It smelled so good.
Ruan Yao's scent, could it be even more intoxicating than this?
A mesmerizing fragrance that could completely destroy one's consciousness.
Qi Ren's entire body trembled with satisfaction.
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"Host, don't sleep!" The upgraded system had become much more sensitive to the surroundings.
Ruan Yao, almost fainting, rubbed his eyes lazily. "What's wrong?"
"Look at that vase! The one on the small tea table," the system's voice sounded unusually urgent.
Ruan Yao, confused, walked over and picked up the vase. In an instant, a chill ran up his spine from his heels, spreading throughout his body.
The vase was said to be an authentic piece from some dynasty—a small blue-and-white porcelain vase, with a long neck and round belly, exquisitely cute. At the open mouth of the vase, there was a tiny camera, the size of a fingernail.
The scene felt all too familiar.
Ruan Yao didn't know why he suddenly thought of this and attributed it to watching too many TV dramas and novels.
In a place he didn't know about, a pervert had been observing his life. It was disgusting.
Ruan Yao swallowed nervously and gripped the camera in his hand. "System, can you find out who owns this camera?"
The system hesitated. "I can, but it involves the plot. I can only tell you that the previous owner of this camera was Gu Rongzhang."
Ruan Yao almost choked on his own saliva.
He doubted he had heard it right. The middle-aged man who looked gentle and refined in the portrait didn’t seem like the type to install a camera in his wife’s room and be a pervert.
The system spoke hesitantly. "Didn't you notice something odd?"
"Huh?"
"Gu Rongzhang has been married to you for six months, yet he’s never... well, you know..."
The system's tone became serious. "Gu Rongzhang is a man who nurtures his stomach."
Thanks to the character setting of the original data, he's so cautious that even when changing clothes in his room, he's meticulous. Otherwise, your identity wouldn’t have fooled him for so long.
Ruan Yao’s pupils trembled.
Because he had been too frivolous in his youth, he was now suffering from an incurable illness in middle age, leading to a distorted mind, turning into a voyeur, and eventually dying at the hands of a psychopathic murderer.
Even a villain like Ruan Yao had to admit, he kind of admired him.
"You said the first owner of the camera was Gu Rongzhang..." Ruan Yao bit his tongue, wincing in pain, "Then who is watching now?"
His face turned pale, and the red light of the camera he held flickered ominously, like a demon hiding in the dark, revealing a greedy and vicious gaze.
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Author's Note:
Well, Xiao Qi, you really are a fool.