Forced to Become the Female Lead's Beloved Wife [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 11

Wen Yige had thought she had long forgotten, but when that person reappeared before her, her heart still stirred.

Because of her, Wen Yige had once held hope for this world. She never imagined that this hope would be extinguished by her own hand.

In the end, it had all been nothing more than her own wishful thinking. Since it was merely wishful thinking, she shouldn’t have clung to any lingering hope.

Li Wancheng waited until the end of the gala but never saw Wen Yige again. Finally, she dragged her weary body home. As she pushed open the door, she saw her father slumped on the sofa, his hand pressed to his forehead, looking utterly dejected.

“Dad, what’s wrong?”

Li Rui waved his hand and sighed. “It’s nothing. I’m just thinking about the East City project.”

The land they had acquired six months ago, if developed according to the original plan, might not even recoup its costs.

Years ago, he had made a fortune in real estate, but now the market was in a slump. Sales figures for their latest development were dismal, and the company’s cash flow was strained. If they didn’t change course soon, their future prospects would only worsen.

Li Wancheng had already changed into her pajamas and sat beside him, peeling an orange. The television happened to be airing a melodramatic prime-time soap opera.

She was in the midst of a lively venting session with the System when the man beside her suddenly spoke up. “Wancheng, I have an appointment with President Wen the day after tomorrow. Why don’t you… go and discuss this project with her?”

Her fingertips froze, and the smile on her lips faltered. Mixed with her surprise was a hint of disbelief. “President Wen of the Wen Group?”

The internet economy was booming, and the Wen Group, as one of the first pioneers in the industry, was considered a top-tier corporation.

Li Rui nodded, paused for a moment, then added, “You and President Wen were classmates. She’s more likely to agree to cooperate if you ask her.”

It was clear he had struggled to say these words. He remembered how he had forcefully separated the two women years ago, pressuring Li Wancheng to go abroad. Now, he was asking her to leverage their past relationship to save the company.

A moment of silence hung in the air. Li Wancheng lowered her gaze, as if deep in thought. After a moment, she replied, “Alright, I’ll talk to her.”

Her expression remained calm as she continued peeling the orange with deliberate slowness, but inwardly, she was overjoyed.

She had been fretting about finding a reason to approach President Wen, and now the opportunity had landed right in her lap.

Though she didn’t know if Wen Yige would simply turn and leave upon seeing her, at least she now had a chance to get close to her.

The closet door stood wide open, and most of the bed was already piled high with clothes. Yet the woman seemed unsatisfied, rummaging through drawers and cabinets while murmuring softly, “Little Seven, help me pick out something nice.”

Li Wancheng held up a white bodycon dress in her left hand, so short it barely covered her thighs, and a deep V-neck, backless gown in her right, its fabric practically nonexistent.

As the System watched her choices grow increasingly outrageous, its lips twitched. “Are you planning to go clubbing at a fancy restaurant?”

The woman in the mirror had a slender figure, the red dress accentuating her porcelain-white skin like jade. Her cascading black hair draped down her back, and though she wore no makeup, she was as radiant as peach blossoms.

From the front, the gown appeared unremarkable, but the back design held a hidden allure: a web of delicate straps crisscrossed her bare back, leaving nearly her entire back exposed.

“You wouldn’t understand,” she murmured, her eyes narrowing and lips curving into a sly smile. Slowly, she enunciated two words: “Seduction.”

She had barely settled into her seat when the private room door slid open, just five minutes later. Wen Yige paused, her eyes momentarily betraying a flicker of undisguised admiration as she took in the sight of Li Wancheng. Though the expression vanished in an instant, Li Wancheng caught it clearly.

Li Wancheng rose gracefully, her crimson gown trailing behind her as she approached the newcomer. Extending her right hand with a captivating smile, she greeted, “President Wen, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”

Red is a notoriously difficult color to wear; too vibrant and it appears vulgar. Yet this crimson gown suited Li Wancheng perfectly. The shawl draped over her shoulders subtly obscured her waistline, adding an air of mystery and allure. The fit was impeccable—neither too loose nor too tight, striking a perfect balance of elegance.

Wen Yige offered a polite smile but didn’t take her hand. “I hadn’t expected Young President Li to be the one meeting me today.”

Undeterred by the obvious snub, Li Wancheng merely smiled, withdrew her hand, and pulled out the chair beside her.

Cold dishes were already arranged on the table. Using serving chopsticks, she placed a piece of fish into Wen Yige’s bowl. “Their sweet and sour fish is excellent. You should try it.”

How rare, Wen Yige thought. I didn’t realize she remembered my preferences.

Wen Yige scoffed, ignoring the offered dish. She set down her chopsticks and cut straight to the point. “President Li, what exactly did you want to discuss with me today?”

Having repeatedly hit a wall with Wen Yige’s coldness, Li Wancheng had grown accustomed to her aloofness. She calmly replied, “I’d like to discuss a business proposal with President Wen.”

Wen Yige leaned back, her gaze meeting Li Wancheng’s as she raised her eyes, signaling her to continue.

“Last year, Tianxing acquired a plot of land in East City. Though it’s farther from the city center, its prime location boasts excellent surroundings, making it ideal for developing a high-end residential area.”

“We propose a collaboration between our companies to create a real estate and internet partnership, establishing a smart, digitally managed residential district.”

In this era of rapid digital advancement, partnering with the physical economy could prove to be a promising new avenue.

Wen Yige tapped her fingers lightly on the table, pondering for a moment before saying, “Send me the proposal. After reviewing it, I’ll give you a response as soon as possible.”

This statement meant half the battle was won. Li Wancheng pursed her lips slightly and raised her wine glass in a toast.

Wen Yige didn’t drink alcohol, so she always brought her assistant to business meetings—partly to deflect drinks, but also to ensure her safety.

After several rounds of drinks, Li Wancheng swirled her wine glass and glanced at the visibly intoxicated assistant. A faint smile flickered across her eyes. “Xiao Wang, Assistant Qin seems a bit drunk. Please escort her home.”

Ultimately, one couldn’t withstand two. Even the most seasoned drinker couldn’t endure such relentless rounds of toasting. By the end, Assistant Qin was so dizzy she had to be practically carried out of the room.

Watching her assistant being half-forced to leave, Wen Yige’s brow furrowed slightly, barely suppressing her anger. “President Li, what are you planning this time?”

Now only the two women remained in the private room, Wen Yige being the only one who hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol.

“I’m not planning anything. I just missed you.” Despite Li Wancheng’s high tolerance, she was clearly tipsy. “You haven’t even glanced at me today. Is my outfit not pretty enough?”

As she spoke, she leaned closer, her wine-tinged breath brushing against Wen Yige’s ear.

Wen Yige closed her eyes, refusing to look at the other woman. Only the tight clench of her hands betrayed her composure.

Earlier, feeling overheated from the drinking, Li Wancheng had casually draped her white shawl aside, revealing the full expanse of her red dress.

Seemingly dissatisfied with Wen Yige’s reaction, she lifted her skirt and straddled the woman’s lap, her arm lightly circling Wen Yige’s neck. She lowered her gaze, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness.

“Yige, look at me.”

Wen Yige’s breathing grew heavy, her heart racing uncontrollably.

As Li Wancheng twisted, the dress straps loosened and slipped, her fingertips brushing against warm, smooth skin. Wen Yige, keeping her gaze fixed straight ahead, grabbed a nearby jacket and wrapped it tightly around her. “You’re drunk. I’ll take you home.”

Since they were in public, Li Wancheng didn’t resist further. She obediently draped the woman’s suit jacket over her shoulders and followed her out.

The moon climbed above the treetops, and the early autumn night carried a chill.

After successfully getting Li Wancheng into the car, Wen Yige momentarily marveled at how docile she was when drunk. But the next moment, she glared at the passenger seat, her expression darkening.

“I’m asking one last time: your address.”

Yet Li Wancheng only hummed and mumbled, refusing to give her address. Left with no other choice, Wen Yige drove her to a hotel and checked in using her own ID.

In the elevator, despite the spaciousness, Li Wancheng pressed close, half-embracing Wen Yige and pinning her against the corner.

Wen Yige shifted her arm, pushing Li Wancheng away slightly. But as soon as she pulled back, Li Wancheng swayed precariously, as if about to collapse sideways. Wen Yige quickly reached out to steady her.

The woman leaned against her, eyes half-closed, as limp as a boneless creature. Wen Yige frowned slightly, thinking to herself:

Is she really this drunk?

Afraid she might actually fall, Wen Yige had no choice but to let Li Wancheng lean on her. At least the woman was behaving herself, merely circling her arm without doing anything inappropriate.

Li Wancheng didn’t dare put her full weight on Wen Yige, only applying a slight pressure as she half-leaned on her to enter the room.

After settling Li Wancheng on the bed, Wen Yige finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave. But her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and a soft plea came from behind her.

“Don’t go… I feel awful.”

The corners of Li Wancheng’s eyes were flushed red, and she didn’t seem to be faking it. Wen Yige’s heart softened. With a gentle sigh, she turned back to ask, “Where does it hurt?”

As she straightened up, her coat slipped off, revealing a large expanse of pale skin. From Wen Yige’s angle, she could even catch a glimpse of spring scenery.

Li Wancheng tilted her head slightly, her palm resting lightly over her heart. In a soft, coquettish tone, she said, “Here… Feel it. Is it beating too fast?”

Her eyes and brows were brimming with allure, her every smile and frown captivating.

Though she hadn’t drunk any alcohol, she seemed already drunk. Wen Yige’s fingers were guided to touch the skin beneath the fabric. The scalding heat made her flinch, and she quickly withdrew her hand.

Suddenly, darkness fell. Wen Yige yanked the blanket from the bed and completely wrapped Li Wancheng in it, covering her from head to toe without leaving a single inch exposed.

The person who had been enjoying the teasing: ?

That’s not right! According to the usual plot development, shouldn’t she be pinning me to the bed and kissing me passionately?

Or… is this some new kind of foreplay?

With her vision blocked, Li Wancheng couldn’t see Wen Yige on the other side of the blanket. Wen Yige’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her earlobes flushed crimson.

“I have to go now. Get some rest,” Wen Yige said, her voice uncharacteristically clipped. Her footsteps were hurried, almost as if she were fleeing in panic.

The door slammed shut, leaving only the echo reverberating through the room.

Li Wancheng wriggled free from the blanket cocoon, her eyes filled with resentment. Not a trace of her earlier drunkenness remained.

The System clicked its tongue twice, mocking her mercilessly. “Looks like your charms aren’t all that impressive after all.”