After Transmigrating As The Scummy Villain Ex, I Overturned - Chapter 1

Su Chuiyun had transmigrated into a book. Before this, she was a wheelchair bound designer now, she had become the eponymous villainous boss in a melodramatic, angst-filled novel.

To win the love of the original female protagonist, this character had employed every despicable and underhanded tactic imaginable.

“Sss…”

In a dimly lit room, Su Chuiyun collapsed onto the bed, muffled groans escaping through her teeth.

A splitting headache and the surrounding darkness made it difficult to find her bearings. She could hear the breathing of another person on the soft mattress.

“Where is this…”

Clutching her head, Su Chuiyun sat up. Her fingers brushed against a strand of soft hair.

The beauty beside her had hair scented with gardenia, and her skin was as white as frost or snow strikingly visible even in the dark room.

A section of her snowy white waist was so slender it made one worry it might suddenly snap.

“So beautiful,” Su Chuiyun whispered in admiration.

She had been a lover of beauty since childhood, unable to look away from a pretty face. Now, finding herself in bed with a beauty, her panic was momentarily eclipsed by the urge to reach out and touch the woman’s face.

Her other hand remained still, seemingly gripping something. Having just transmigrated, her mind was a fog.

“Mm…”

The woman on the bed opened her eyes a sliver. A heavy scent of alcohol clung to her as she gazed at Su Chuiyun with a blurred expression.

“You are…”

Su Chuiyun whispered, “Are you feeling unwell?”

This time, it was the beauty’s turn to freeze. Her phoenix-like eyes flared with a trace of annoyance as she glared, “Let go!”

Su Chuiyun was startled into stillness. “You are…”

Ming Shu. A cannon fodder antagonist in the novel. Su Chuiyun remembered this person.

Ming Shu snapped, “Your hand!”

Su Chuiyun didn’t react at first, but then her gaze fell upon her hand. Her “claw” was currently gripping Ming Shu’s shoulder strap.

As she watched, the thin strap began to slide down the woman’s shoulder.

Su Chuiyun: !

She jerked her hand back, and the strap snapped back against the beauty’s shoulder.

The thwack sounded deafening in the quiet room.

Having just arrived, Su Chuiyun knew only that as the villainous boss and the original female protagonist’s “simp,” she would eventually be loathed by the protagonist and drive her family’s company into bankruptcy just to please her.

The only “payment” the original protagonist ever gave was acting as a friend when Su Chuiyun went blind and everyone else abandoned her.

Su Chuiyun thought with a headache: Is this the fate of a simp? To die a miserable death?

She sighed internally. If that was the case, she would simply stay away from the female lead.

The woman before her, Ming Shu, was her childhood friend. In the original novel, Ming Shu had always harbored a secret crush on her. They had briefly dated when they were eighteen, but the original host had found her uninteresting, picked numerous fights, and broke up with her. Consequently, the moment Ming Shu went abroad, the original host fell gravely ill and lost her sight.

People are truly fickle, they discard what is offered and pine for what is out of reach.

As Su Chuiyun was lost in thought, she was suddenly pulled into a fragrant, soft embrace.

“A-Yun, are you… are you going to do it or not? What’s the point of just tugging at my shoulder strap?”

Ming Shu’s clear eyes locked onto hers with a tangled intensity. They hadn’t seen each other in five years; on the very first night of Ming Shu’s return to the country, she had spotted her ex-girlfriend sitting alone in a corner of a bar.

Ming Shu’s soft, fair fingers gently brushed against the hand of the girl she had watched grow up.

“It’s still early. We can continue.”

Last night, this little brat had fallen asleep the moment she hit the bed, never touching her once.

Naturally, Ming Shu was unhappy about it.

She saw the girl staring blankly at her. The fingers that had just touched her shoulder strap now recoiled as if burned.

She hates me. She finds me repulsive.

Ming Shu’s heart felt as though it were being pricked by needles. She lay there disheveled on the white hotel bedding, her shirt wrinkled and half-open.

Ming Shu had already been this proactive, if Su Chuiyun had any heart, she would have acted by now.

Her little girlfriend still didn’t like her, just like five years ago…

Ming Shu’s mood plummeted. Even after being so bold, she couldn’t warm her girlfriend’s heart.

Stunned, Su Chuiyun quickly wrapped the blanket around Ming Shu. Her face flushed crimson as she stammered, “I… I didn’t mean to take advantage of you.”

Despite saying she didn’t mean to, she had seen everything she shouldn’t have.

In the dark room, both were breathing heavily, one pushing forward, the other retreating.

Suddenly, Su Chuiyun’s brain short circuited. Wait, aren’t I supposed to be blind?!

In the original novel, she had lost her sight in an accident and had trouble with her legs after falling down the stairs while chasing the female protagonist.

But… Su Chuiyun could clearly see everything in the dark.

Is this a transmigration perk?

She immediately looked toward a nearby mirror. The girl in the mirror had unfocused eyes, looking every bit like a blind person.

I see. To others, I still appear blind.

Su Chuiyun’s thoughts raced. “I’m sorry, I can’t touch you right now.”

Having said that, Su Chuiyun leaned down and pressed a kiss to Ming Shu’s forehead.

That single, cherishing kiss caused the woman in the white shirt to instantly tear up.

With such a beauty inviting her, Su Chuiyun had no reason to refuse, but she truly couldn’t “touch” her, at least not yet.

However, Su Chuiyun was not a person of great restraint either.

She covered the eyes of the beauty who so perfectly suited her taste and captured her lips, giving her a meticulous, lingering kiss.

The woman’s eyelashes brushed against her palm, making it itch.

Ming Shu immediately clung to her, whispering amidst their blurred breaths, “You’re still rejecting me.”

Another flurry of kisses followed. It wasn’t just the kissing; Su Chuiyun’s fingers traced Ming Shu’s shoulder blades.

With every touch, Ming Shu trembled.

“Mm, A-Yun…”

The poor beauty was tingling all over. When they had dated at eighteen, they knew nothing and dared to touch even less; this kiss was essentially her first experience of such intimacy.

She was being kissed and touched, yet Su Chuiyun refused to follow through properly.

It was enough to drive Ming Shu to tears.

Ming Shu’s eyes grew watery from the intensity of the kissing. After a long while, her body flushed with heat, yet when the expected next step never came, she pushed Su Chuiyun away in frustration.

“Since you have no heart for this, then there is no need to force yourself.”

The poor “little blind girl” was pushed aside, her body falling back onto the bed still warm from Ming Shu’s body heat.

Ming Shu stood up on her own, smoothing out the wrinkles in her shirt with a mix of shame and indignation.

She bit her lip, waiting for Su Chuiyun to ask her to stay, but she heard nothing.

Wiping away a stray tear, she fumbled in the darkness to pull on her stockings and long skirt. Her movements were frantic as she propped her glasses onto the bridge of her nose, regaining a semblance of her professional decorum.

“I’m leaving,” Ming Shu said sullenly.

At the door, Ming Shu suddenly turned back to look at her. “Do you… still have my phone number?”

In the original novel, Ming Shu’s number was naturally never mentioned. “No.”

Ming Shu fell silent, her heart aching with a dense, stinging pain once again.

Fine. For the sake of their childhood friendship, Ming Shu pulled a business card from her holder.

“Goodbye.”

The heavy hotel door clicked shut. Su Chuiyun propped herself up on the bed.

The room was a mess; on the nightstand sat an unopened box of finger cots.

It didn’t take a genius to know Ming Shu had brought them.

Su Chuiyun switched on the light and lifted her oversized pant legs. Large, frightening patches of bruising and purple swelling covered her legs, and her lower limbs were encased in black carbon fiber supports.

It made sense; with pants this long, it was normal for Ming Shu not to realize her legs were injured.

She tried to stand. Her fingers pressed against the injury, and while it didn’t hurt excessively, she knew this was the damage left by a fracture.

In the original novel, she moved primarily by wheelchair. It was this confinement that had fueled her increasingly paranoid obsession with the female lead.

In reality, Su Chuiyun had once stepped into a void at a construction site while overseeing a project. Before transmigrating, she had also been recovering in a wheelchair.

She is a blind person, the original female lead had said while standing at the bottom of a staircase, telling her that if she walked down on her own, she would give her a hug. The original host believed her.

In the end, the female lead watched her tumble down the stairs and simply walked away.

From the protagonist’s perspective, she had simply been “cleverly” ridding herself of a harasser.

Su Chuiyun: “…”

She walked slowly to the mirror. Her smoke-gray eyes were unfocused, yet she could see perfectly.

A “Gold Finger” ability? Not bad.

Su Chuiyun looked away and focused on the wheelchair parked in the corner of the hotel room.

On the seat lay a stack of medical records.

Browsing through them, she saw the surgery record for the fracture was from just yesterday. Logically, she should have freshly installed steel pins in her legs.

Good grief, Su Chuiyun thought. She had literally escaped from the hospital.

The novel stated that immediately after surgery, she heard the female lead was at a nearby bar and had hunkered down there hoping for a “chance” encounter.

Recalling the plot, Su Chuiyun cursed under her breath.

A moment later, the phone buried in the blankets let out a muffled, piercing ring.

The caller ID read: Sister Chen.

As soon as she answered, a loud scolding erupted from the other side: “Where the hell did you go?! The nurses are going crazy! Do you even want to live?!”

Su Chuiyun sat calmly in the wheelchair and recited the address of the five-star hotel. “Come pick me up.”

Chen Yue nearly fainted from anger. “Your parents entrusted you to me before they went abroad. Can you please give me a break?”

“That person you like is a fraud. I checked, she’s involved with five or six people simultaneously. Please, wake up!”

Chen Yue expected Su Chuiyun to argue as usual; she was prepared to lecture her further.

Su Chuiyun smiled slightly. “Sorry for the trouble. It won’t happen again.”

Hearing the soft chuckle over the phone, Chen Yue’s intense anger softened slightly.

“Fine. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

Heaven only knew how a blind and crippled person managed to escape on her own.

In her anxiety, Chen Yue subconsciously overlooked how a blind person could answer a phone so quickly.

Beside the phone, the nurses were frantically asking for updates. A patient of that magnitude missing! The nurses would have nightmares about this.

On the way back to the hospital, Chen Yue a woman in her thirties wearing a professional suit was still pale and flushed with lingering anger.

Through their conversation, Su Chuiyun remembered that this woman was a long time subordinate of the original host’s parents. She had watched Su Chuiyun grow up and had spent more time with her than her own parents had.

The original host’s parents were working on a project abroad, leaving Su Chuiyun in the country under Chen Yue’s care.

Now changed into a hospital gown, Su Chuiyun sat leaning against the pale bed, holding an apple that was redder than her face.

She was naturally cute, but now she looked more like a fragile, broken doll.

As her fingers touched the cold skin of the apple, the memory of Ming Shu’s incredibly soft waist suddenly surfaced in Su Chuiyun’s mind.

The sensation of tugging at that shoulder strap seemed to linger on her fingertips.

Ming Shu was truly beautiful. The original host must have been blind metaphorically to prefer the original protagonist over her.

Su Chuiyun touched her bitten lip, remembering the way the little beauty had looked at her while crying.

Chen Yue leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Is your lip chapped?”

Su Chuiyun: “A little.”

Chen Yue felt another surge of frustration. She had been entrusted to look after Miss Su, but the moment the parents left, Su Chuiyun had chased after someone, stepped into thin air, and rolled down the stairs.

Chen Yue dared not imagine what would have happened if she had arrived a moment later.

Su Chuiyun gave her a well-behaved smile. “I made you worry, Sister. I’m sorry.”

Chen Yue: “…”

The girl seemed to know exactly how good looking she was.

Unknowingly, Chen Yue almost forgot the fact that Su Chuiyun was blind.

After resting in the hospital for a few days, the weather outside began to clear up.

Su Chuiyun bit into a crisp, tender apple. The fragrant juice saturated her mouth, coating her dry lips with a glistening sheen.

“Hello,” a young nurse knocked on the door. “There is a Miss Song at the door with a fruit basket. She says she’s here to see the patient in Bed 12.”

Private hospitals offered excellent privacy, no one could barge into the inpatient building without being announced by a nurse.

The hallway was exceptionally quiet, save for the soft tapping of the nurse’s footsteps and the creaking of a metal cart.

Standing at the end of the corridor was a delicate woman in white, carrying a massive fruit basket that had turned her fingers red from the weight.

She said demurely, “I heard Miss Su was ill. How careless of her. I’ve come to see her.”

To an outsider, one would never guess that Su Chuiyun’s fall down the stairs had everything to do with her.

Chen Yue stared at Su Chuiyun as if facing a great enemy, her gaze falling on those unfocused, smoke-gray eyes before she guiltily looked away.

The original female protagonist’s surname was indeed Song. For years, she was one of the few people who knew Su Chuiyun was blind yet was “willing” to be her friend.

Unfortunately, her intentions were anything but kind.

Chen Yue asked softly, “Do you want to see her?”

Su Chuiyun: “No.”

In her hand, she held Ming Shu’s white business card. The sharp edges of the card flipped between her distinct, slender fingers.