Daily Life of a Villain at Work [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: The First Day of Executing the Villain Persona~

A 5:00 AM departure meant most people had to crawl out of bed by 4:30 AM, squeezing, washing up and eating into a tight thirty-minute window.

Wen Qingyun appeared on camera five minutes before departure. After greeting the live stream viewers, she sat down next to Chu Ke with half-closed eyes and began eating the breakfast provided by the production team.

The morning spread was decent: hot buns, meat patties, boiled eggs, soy milk, and milk—plenty of carbs and protein. However, the guests weren’t in great shape; they yawned through their meal and fell fast asleep the moment they boarded the van heading down the mountain.

The only one who looked somewhat alert was Chu Ke, following along as the supervisor.

Five minutes after Chu Ke got on the van, she sat up as straight as a board, adjusting her posture so that Wen Qingyun—whose head was lolling to the side—could lean against her shoulder. This prevented the star from waking up with a stiff neck thirty minutes later.

At 5:30 AM, the fleet of vans stopped at the entrance of the market. The sky was fully bright now, though the morning sun was partially hidden by clouds, tinting the horizon a striking orange-gold.

“We’re here?” Feeling the vehicle stop, Wen Qingyun blinked open her bleary eyes.

“Yes, this is the entrance. The market is already crowded, so the vans can’t drive in. We’ll need to use small carts to transport the goods,” Chu Ke’s voice sounded right in her ear. They were so close that Wen Qingyun could feel the warmth of the other woman’s breath.

Oh, so I was leaning on her shoulder. No wonder the ride was so comfortable.

Wen Qingyun slowly straightened her head and rubbed her neck, her lips curling into a smile at Chu Ke. “Thanks, Teacher Chu Ke. I’ll buy you dinner sometime.”

Chu Ke’s eyelashes fluttered. With a faint fragrance lingering at the tip of her nose, she struggled to keep her expression neutral. “Alright, I shall accept then.”

…

The rural market was incredibly lively. Stalls selling breakfast, fruit, fresh vegetables, frozen goods, braised meats, and eggs left the city-dwelling guests dazzled. Seeing roosters crowing and geese flapping their wings, they couldn’t help but let out gasps of “Wow!”

The prime spots were already packed with vendors. Under Chu Ke’s guidance, Wen Qingyun’s team of four successfully pushed their carts into a middle position. They laid out a waterproof tarp, unloaded the agricultural products they’d prepared yesterday, placed a clear price list in a prominent spot, and sat down on small folding stools.

Before they could even start shouting to attract customers, many people slowed down, drawn by the dense cluster of cameras around the stall.

“Goodness, are they filming a show? Are we allowed to go over?” “They’re so pretty. Are they movie stars?” “Stars coming here to sell things? Shouldn’t they be acting in plays?” “I recognize those dried goods, but what’s in that suitcase? Is that for sale too?”

The fragmented discussions of passersby drifted over. Many curious gazes landed on Wen Qingyun and her companions. Quite a few people whipped out their phones to snap photos for their family group chats.

Seeing that the locals were only observing without asking for prices, Wen Qingyun skillfully picked up the megaphone and began her pitch.

“Step right up, don’t miss out! Tangerine peel and potatoes at low prices! Dried bamboo shoots and vegetables—great deals! We also have brand-new skincare products, perfect for gifts or yourself!”

“Check the cardboard for prices! High spenders get a free talent show and a chance to be on TV—become famous in all the surrounding villages!”

She wasn’t sure which keyword hit home, but the previously ignored stall was suddenly swarmed by seven or eight aunties asking for prices. Wen Qingyun quickly assigned roles: one to hand out bags, one to weigh items, and one to collect money—a seamless one-stop service.

As for Wen Qingyun? She was in charge of “overall strategy”—which meant sitting on a stool near the suitcase, watching the other three work.

“Teacher Wen, I’m your fan! Can you give me an autograph?” A young girl managed to break through the crowd of aunties, her eyes glowing as she looked at Wen Qingyun. she held out a carefully prepared photo and a gold marker.

Wen Qingyun took the photo. It was a high-fashion magazine shot she had posted on Weibo: she was wearing a cut-out suit with a simple sports bra, leaning against a wall and looking down at the camera, her faint abs giving her a powerful, edgy aura.

“Of course, dear little fan. How should I address you?” Satisfied with the photo choice, Wen Qingyun smiled radiantly, leaving the fan (who had her hair in a bun) staring blankly.

“T-Teacher Wen can just call me Xiao Xiao—like the ‘Xiao’ in ‘little fan’ (Xiao Fensi).” The fan stuttered, her face turning bright red as she realized she’d been staring. Embarrassed, she squatted by the suitcase and covered her face.

Ugh, it’s one thing to fangirl in private, but how could I lose my cool like this in front of her!

Wen Qingyun chuckled and wrote two lines of flowing script. Along with her signature, she added a personalized blessing.

【I beg you! Which magazine is this from?! Why haven’t I seen this?! Baby sees it, baby wants it!】 【Aaaah, I want to be there too! I want to be called ‘dear’ by Sister! I want to give her a kiss!】 【Damn it, Wen Qingyun’s face is just too beautiful! I’m starting to think someone this pretty having a bit of a temper is totally fine!】 【Be bold, sister! Loving her face isn’t embarrassing; we’re just fans of beautiful things!】

Having calmed down, Xiao Xiao looked up again, scooting closer to Wen Qingyun. She lowered her voice and asked, “T-Teacher Wen, is the show’s security reliable?”

“Hmm, those eight cameramen could probably moonlight as bodyguards if needed.” Wen Qingyun lowered her voice to match. Her expression remained unchanged, but her hand deftly switched off her lapel mic. “Why? Is it unsafe here?” she asked, a suspicion forming in her mind.

Xiao Xiao shook her head, then nodded. She unlocked her phone and showed several enlarged screenshots from her gallery. Wen Qingyun looked down; extreme, irrational comments filled her vision—some from her Super Topic and others from internal group chats.

“Teacher Wen, when I was kicked out of the group, there were over a hundred people in it. I checked their IPs; some are right around here. Please stay safe,” Xiao Xiao said, her excitement replaced by worry.

“It’s okay. Thank you for your support. The ‘scenic photos’ you shared are very beautiful,” Wen Qingyun said at a normal volume, patting the girl on the head. “I’ve seen exactly what you wanted me to see. Thank you for sharing.”

“Teacher Wen?” Xiao Xiao blinked, not quite understanding.

“To be honest, I already have a plan prepared. I just didn’t know when I’d need it.” Wen Qingyun gave the fan a wink.

Extreme fans were something she had long prepared for, and her manager, Sister Xiao, had warned her twice.

“Thanks for sharing. Go home early after you buy what you need,” Wen Qingyun said, urging the fan to leave. A “broken” man was no different from a rabid dog; they bite at anything. She had backup plans and wasn’t worried, but she couldn’t say the same for a young fan who looked like she’d just graduated high school.

Her post-exam brain was sharp; Xiao Xiao immediately caught the drift. She gave an “OK” sign and left with a suspicious, stealthy air. Watching her slink away like a cat, Wen Qingyun smiled and sent two messages.

[Protect my little fan. Don’t let her be followed.] [Copy that, Boss.]

…

It was soon 7:00 AM, the peak hour of the rural market. The street was teeming with people; even an e-bike would move slower than a pedestrian.

About fifty meters from the stall, three men in their thirties were drinking beer and whispering.

“Is the idea Brother Chen gave us actually gonna work? There are so many cameras. If they call the cops, we can’t run.”

“What’s there to be afraid of? We’re just ‘fans’ who love Wen Qingyun. We’re just ‘hurt’ because she excluded us and we went over to question her. We aren’t paid saboteurs.”

“But isn’t what we’re doing sabotaging? We’re going for her face. If it gets caught on camera, won’t it look too intentional?” The speaker let out a beer-scented burp, a bracelet with several sharp spikes glinting on his wrist.

Their plan was simple: appear on camera as drunken male fans. They would shout about how much they loved her while charging toward the stall. In the process, they could trample the goods. If they got close enough, they could “take liberties” while using the spiked bracelet to slash her face.

Wen Qingyun only thrived in the industry because of that face, right? If they ruined it, her career would tank, and then she’d be at their mercy. Maybe she’d even beg them for help to make a comeback—then they’d be the ones calling the shots!

After two bottles of cheap beer, the three losers—who had achieved nothing in their thirty years—began to daydream. They actually believed they could ruin Wen Qingyun and control her afterward.

“Alright, no matter what happens, stick to the story: we’re Wen Qingyun’s fans! Never mention the money!”

“Don’t worry, the cash I got is hidden. I didn’t put it in the bank. They won’t find a paper trail!”

“I know, I know. We’re just drunk, we’ve lost control of our emotions. It wasn’t ‘premeditated destruction.’ If we bump into her, it’s an accident, definitely not on purpose.”

“Let’s go. After this job, we won’t have to worry for the rest of the year!”