Daily Life of a Villain at Work [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 23

Chapter 23: The Villain’s Third Day of Complaining to Her Parents~

Day 1: Under Xiao Ran’s guidance, Wen Qingyun flashed her face before the headquarters’ executives, earning the title of “Little Wen Boss.”

Day 2: Wen Qingyun became her mother’s shadow, attending the monthly high-level executive meeting and working hard to match the faces of the executives with the names and titles written on the desk placards.

Day 3: Wen Qingyun was dragged out of bed early for styling. Wearing a handmade suit, she attended an industry summit as her mother’s assistant, forced to sit through three hours of professional lectures.

Day 4: Wen Qingyun finally got the chance to slack off at her workstation. After finishing her tea-serving duties, she successfully navigated onto Weibo to surf the web on her computer.

Four days is enough for gossip-loving netizens to shift their focus from Qian Tuo to other things, but not enough for everyone to lose their memory. Especially with marketing accounts “sliding into a kneel” (apologizing) one after another, many netizens turned their attention to digging up Wen Qingyun’s background.

Netizens want to find my backer? Did Mom bring me around to flash my face so that netizens would find my background?

No, based on the fact that they haven’t found anything yet, Mom simply wants me to establish a presence in the upper circles. Let the news that ‘Wen Qingyun is Wen Feishi’s daughter’ spread within a fixed tier.

After scanning the trending list and finding nothing interesting, Wen Qingyun took out her phone and scrolled through her album, thinking about what to post.

“Mom, does the company have any new products lately?” Wen Qingyun asked, tilting her head. “I want to do a giveaway for my fans. Using company products would be free advertising.”

“New products?” Mother Wen thought seriously. “In what area? Appliances, furniture, digital cameras, or cars?”

Wen Qingyun went blank for three seconds. “Any cosmetics?”

Mother Wen: “I have shares in some brand companies, but I only participate in dividends, not management. They aren’t strictly our products.”

“If I help promote them, can I get a bit of an advertising fee?” Wen Qingyun looked expectant. “Ideally, give me a few thousand sets for free, and then throw in some cash.”

Mother Wen fell silent for three seconds, wondering if her daughter’s allowance was insufficient. Why was she behaving like she was planning a robbery? But that shouldn’t be the case; the card she gave her daughter had no limit unless she spent over a hundred million in a short time.

Mother Wen: “I can have Xiao Ran ask. We can give the brand ambassadorship to you. It kills multiple birds with one stone.”

Wen Qingyun shook her head. “I haven’t had contact with that brand. They might have already picked someone. I won’t snatch resources from people I don’t have a grudge against for now.”

Mother Wen frowned slightly. “How many gifts do you need to send?”

“About 1,500. My follower count is approaching 15 million. I plan to send things out with a 1-in-10,000 probability.” Wen Qingyun scrolled through her phone. “I have 14.35 million followers. If I start a giveaway, hitting 15 million won’t be a problem.”

Mother Wen tapped her hand with a pen. “In that case, how about discount vouchers for online shopping platforms? The platforms would be very happy to create a batch of ‘fan-exclusive’ vouchers.”

“Set the face value at 1,500 yuan and issue 1,500 vouchers. That’s just over two million.”

Wen Qingyun’s eyes lit up. “That works, but let’s make it 1,888 yuan. It feels luckier.”

“If you interface with a developing shopping platform, they’ll be happy to cover those two million for you,” Mother Wen seized the chance to inject some business wisdom. “For example, ‘Dingding Groceries.’ They want to expand and have stores in most cities above the third tier. They’d love to cooperate.”

Wen Qingyun tilted her head, looking out of the loop. “But Mom, I’m not short on two million. I just want to give my fans something. If I follow your suggestion, I’d have to film promotional videos, and my vacation would be ruined.”

Mother Wen: “…”

Fine. The family business she built was enough for her daughter to squander for a lifetime. Let her do as she pleased.

…

Finding that Wen Qingyun was trending again due to a giveaway, the law enforcement departments in Anshan County silently accelerated their process.

After 37 days, the police finally completed the investigation and handed the details to the lawyers. The local procuratorate officially sued Chen Kun and the other three for intentional injury.

Wen Qingyun didn’t react much to the news. While slacking off, she clicked on Chu Ke’s avatar and picked out a sticker she had recorded herself.

The task progress hadn’t moved for a while. As the host of the Villain Roleplay System, Wen Qingyun felt she should do something a villain likes—create some “difficulties” for the protagonist.

Chu Ke, who was busy with data, didn’t pay much attention when her phone buzzed. Once finished, she checked it.

Wen Qingyun? Sent twenty minutes ago?

Chu Ke held the phone closer to her eyes. After confirming, she opened the message with a mix of trepidation and anticipation.

Wen Qingyun: [Good afternoon~] (Sticker)

Seeing it was a custom sticker of Wen Qingyun herself, the corners of Chu Ke’s mouth curled up.

Chu Ke: Good afternoon, Teacher Wen. I was organizing data and didn’t notice the message.

Wen Qingyun: Hard work. I’m also “working healthily” lately.

Wen Qingyun glanced around sneakily. Seeing her mother focused on work, she snapped a quick selfie with the front camera and sent it to Chu Ke without editing.

In the photo, Wen Qingyun wore light makeup, her long hair draped casually. Her peach-blossom eyes were vivid, and the glint in her pupils made Chu Ke daze for a moment. It felt as if they were making eye contact through the screen—as if those beautiful eyes only saw her.

Chu Ke hurriedly saved the image twice before returning to the chat.

Wen Qingyun: The lawyer told me the court has officially sued Chen Kun. My refusal to settle didn’t cause you trouble, did it?

Chu Ke: No. After I relayed your meaning, the leaders decided to reconsider carefully.

Chu Ke had only been punished with self-criticism and assigned some tedious tasks. This was much better than she had expected.

Wen Qingyun: That’s good.

After the short reply, Wen Qingyun muted her phone. Sister Xiao had messaged her—the Green Bamboo crew was proactively reaching out, likely because her mother had dumped 50 million into the project to become the “Gold Sponsor Mom” and kick out Qian Youbin.

Meanwhile, Chu Ke became restless. She checked her phone every few minutes. Finally, near the end of the workday, she sent a message she had been drafting for an hour.

Chu Ke: The other villages I’m responsible for harvested a lot of fresh mung beans recently. The quality is great. Would you like some to taste, Teacher Wen? Chu Ke: I can seal them and express them. It only takes three days. No need to worry about transport. Chu Ke: It’s been hot lately; mung bean soup is great for the heat.

After sending the three messages, Chu Ke immediately regretted it. Wen Qingyun wasn’t short on money—why would she lack quality mung beans? Was she being too impulsive? Should she withdraw them?

She stayed at her desk after work, cross-checking data to ease her anxiety. When a colleague left, she slumped onto her desk. Still no reply. She started poking the screen.

I poked “Wen Qingyun’s” head and said, “I’ll support (take care of) you~”

“Eh? Ah?!”

Chu Ke sat bolt upright. She had accidentally triggered a “nudge” (tap) action! She panicked. Wait, I can withdraw a nudge too!

Before she could hit the red withdrawal button, a new message popped up.

Wen Qingyun: For real? You’ll support me?

In three seconds, a blush crawled from Chu Ke’s neck to her face.

Sorry, it was an accident… No, a nudge requires a double tap. The probability of an accident is too low. The excuse is too lame!

After three minutes of typing and deleting, she finally replied:

Chu Ke: Can I support you with just mung beans?

Wen Qingyun: No way. I won’t lower my living standards. Comrade Chu Ke, you need to keep working hard.

Chu Ke breathed a sigh of relief. As she typed back, Wen Qingyun’s next message appeared.

Chu Ke: In that case, will Teacher Wen accept some mung beans from a friend?

Wen Qingyun: Comrade Chu Ke, if you can’t support me, I can consider supporting you.

Thump—Thump-thump—

Her heart beat like a drum. Even knowing it was a joke, Chu Ke’s pulse raced.

Wen Qingyun: Sure. I’ll send you a location. Just express it.

Chu Ke: Okay, I’ll send it tomorrow.

…

A few days later, back at the Wen residence:

“Are these mung beans you bought online? They look pretty good,” Father Wen asked, looking at the large box by his daughter’s feet. It contained sixty 500g bags, neatly sealed.

“A friend sent them. Just harvested, all-natural,” Wen Qingyun said.

“A friend who owns a farm? Sending mung beans in this heat is quite thoughtful. Do you have a return gift ready?”

Thinking of how Chu Ke had been providing small increments of task progress lately, Wen Qingyun smiled. “She is very thoughtful. Dad, what do you think is a suitable return gift?”

“Male or female friend?”

“Female. Two years younger than me, lives in a small county. Not a farm owner—a grassroots official who goes to the countryside to help people.”

“For a public official, exclude anything too expensive. Send some specialties,” Father Wen mused. “Does she drink tea? I have some unbranded, handmade new tea.”

Wen Qingyun rubbed her chin, recalling photos she had seen. “Dad, does Mom’s company operate any stationery brands?”

“Not a standalone brand, but we have indirect control over many. I can find the manager’s number.”

“Great! Thanks, Dad~” She shoved a bag of beans into his hands. “It’s hot; boil some soup.”

…

After sending the beans, Chu Ke became incredibly busy. The 1.25 million yuan donation from the Deeper in the Mountains guests had been processed. Her task was to get the villagers to accept the renovation plan.

1.25 million sounded like a lot, but for village infrastructure, it was tight. For example, replacing a gravel path with concrete would cost 600 yuan per meter. 600,000 yuan would only cover one kilometer.

Where should the road start? Where should it end? Every villager wanted it near their own field.

“The road must go through my land! The guests stayed at my house!” “I sold things to them at a low price! My contribution counts for 200,000 of that total!” “The money is for the whole village! It should be divided equally among everyone!” “Let’s just split the cash! There are 300 people; that’s thousands per person.”

The meeting was a headache. Chu Ke tapped the table. “This money must be used for infrastructure. It cannot be distributed as cash. This is the professional plan. If more than half oppose it, we will adjust. If you still oppose it, the road project will be canceled and the money moved to water sources and streetlights.”

She spoke until her throat was sore. By the time she returned to her dorm, it was late. She started boiling water for instant noodles.

The noisy days, the silent nights… The contrast was huge. She stared at the seat across from her, remembering when the beautiful Wen Qingyun sat there eating with her.

Suddenly, her phone rang. A strange number.

“Hello? Yes, I’m Chu Ke… What? A truckload of items for me to sign for? There must be a mistake… From someone named Wen? Oh… okay. I’ll come to the transfer station tomorrow afternoon.”

Chu Ke sat in a daze. Why did Wen Qingyun send a truckload of things?

Before she could decide what to text, Wen Qingyun called her.

“Hello, Teacher Wen?” Chu Ke’s voice was hoarse.

“Chu Ke, you saved my number?” Wen Qingyun’s voice sounded slightly different over the phone—a bit more distant, yet intimate.

“Yes… Teacher Wen, I just got a call from logistics. A truckload of stuff? Is it from you?”

“Yes. That’s my return gift for the mung beans. Don’t say no. Once you sign for it, you’ll know how to use it. I don’t take back gifts. Need I emphasize that?”

Chu Ke smiled helplessly. “Teacher Wen, I only sent some mung beans…”

“I know. But you’re the first person to send me mung beans. You are special.”

Wen Qingyun elongated the last word, making Chu Ke’s heart tremble. She subconsciously hummed in agreement.

“Good. If you have more good stuff, just send it. I’ll take it all.” Wen Qingyun laughed and hung up.

Two hours later, the system notification rang:

[Congratulations Host, task completion has increased. Current progress: 66.7%. Two-thirds complete. Please keep up the good work~]

Indeed, it wasn’t just malice that troubled the protagonist; an overwhelming amount of kindness could also cause her restlessness and anxiety.

Wen Qingyun wondered how much the protagonist’s tears would move the progress bar forward.