Help! Please Take the Heroine Away [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 31

No Young Master Here, But There Is a Princess. Let This Princess Teach You a Proper Lesson…

“Stop.”

Ye Qingyu stepped inside, her icy voice freezing the three people mid-scuffle in the private room. As heads turned toward her, Miss Zhao, who had been about to unleash a torrent of curses, abruptly choked back her words. Xie Mingyao’s eyes widened in disbelief at Ye Qingyu’s sudden appearance, and she quickly ducked behind Zhou Ruohan in a panic.

Only the manager’s face lit up in recognition. “President Ye,” he greeted.

“What’s going on here?” Ye Qingyu’s gaze locked onto the cowering figure, her lips curling into a cold smirk.

The manager sighed helplessly. “Well, Miss Zhou came here and booked one of our hosts, who happens to be Miss Zhao’s favorite. Things got a little heated between them…”

The rest went unsaid, but the implications were clear.

Xie Mingyao peeked out from behind Zhou Ruohan to study Ye Qingyu, and her heart instantly sank. The usually aloof woman now radiated a chilling aura, more terrifying than the coldest blast of summer air conditioning. She gulped involuntarily.

But then it struck her, why should she be afraid? She was just here having fun with a friend, and she’d merely booked a host. Ye Qingyu had no right to interfere in her life!

Bolstered by this thought, Xie Mingyao straightened her posture, stepping out from behind Zhou Ruohan with her chin slightly raised. “What are you doing here?” she demanded.

Ye Qingyu nearly laughed at the sheer audacity. “Business meeting,” she replied coolly. “And you? Weren’t you supposed to be out shopping for clothes? Did the boutique move to a nightclub? Or…” Her voice dropped lower. “…have I not been satisfying you enough?”

The loaded statement sent everyone’s heads swiveling back toward Xie Mingyao, their eyes darting between the two women. Miss Zhao, in particular, clenched her fists tightly.

Rumor had it that back in high school, Ye Qingyu then poor and struggling had been humiliated by Xie Mingyao, a pampered heiress, with Zhou Ruohan acting as her loyal lackey. When Ye Qingyu appeared, Miss Zhao had felt no fear, only schadenfreude. After all, who wouldn’t hold a grudge against their former tormentor? She’d expected vindication, but that last remark left her stunned.

Frequenting these kinds of establishments, Miss Zhao instantly grasped the implication. Her eyelid twitched. What kind of twisted relationship was this? Instead of seeking revenge for past humiliations, they’d ended up… like this?

Regret gnawed at her. Had she known, she would never have barged in. Offending Ye Qingyu was the last thing she wanted.

Just as she was lost in thought, Xie Mingyao’s furious voice cut through the silence. “None of your business! I can go wherever I want, you don’t get to control me!”

“Oh?” Ye Qingyu’s dark eyes bore into her, each word dripping with frost. “So you’re using my money to entertain yourself with someone else, and I’m just supposed to look the other way?”

Xie Mingyao bit her lip hard, humiliation burning through her. The weight of everyone’s stares made her skin crawl, she could only imagine what they must be thinking. Turning her face away, she muttered, “I didn’t use your money. Zhou Ruohan invited me.”

Ye Qingyu let out a derisive chuckle but said nothing. After a long pause, she finally spoke again, her tone flat. “Fine. If you’re so fond of playing, then by all means enjoy yourself.”

After speaking, she turned and left the private room. Xie Mingyao, who had expected her to erupt in anger, was left stunned, as were the others in the room.

It wasn’t until Ye Qingyu had walked out that the others finally snapped out of their daze. The manager and Miss Zhao couldn’t help but mutter had they just witnessed the CEO’s wrath?

Looks like this girl is in for a world of trouble!

Miss Zhao sneered, casting a disdainful glance at Xie Mingyao. “Thought you were something special, huh? Turns out CEO Ye was just toying with you for revenge. Now that you’ve pissed her off, let’s see what kind of fate awaits you.”

Outside the private room.

Assistant Han watched his frosty-faced boss with trepidation.

Though their CEO had spoken lightly just moments ago, it had been clear since this morning that Xie Mingyao was different in her eyes. Hesitantly, Assistant Han lowered his voice and asked, “Are we really not going to intervene?”

“No need,” Ye Qingyu replied coolly.

Assistant Han sighed but before he could even finish exhaling, he saw his CEO stride briskly away, phone already in hand as she made a call.

“Hello, President Zhou. I believe since your daughter is already married, she ought to show some respect to her husband, no more wild partying. I suggest you freeze her accounts. Don’t you agree?”

After hanging up, she immediately dialed Zhou Ruohan’s husband.

“Even if you both have your own affairs, I don’t think it’s appropriate to publicly fight over a PR girl, do you? I suggest you freeze her accounts. Sound fair?”

Assistant Han: “…”

So this is your version of “no need”?

By the time the calls ended, Ye Qingyu and Assistant Han had already exited the club. Once Assistant Han pulled the car up to the entrance, he was promptly dismissed.

Reluctantly, he drove off, while Ye Qingyu got into the car and waited silently outside the club.

Back in the private room.

The manager received two phone calls, then gave Zhou Ruohan and Xie Mingyao a complicated look.

“Miss Zhou, your father and husband have requested that you return home immediately.”

Zhou Ruohan, who had been mid-argument with Miss Zhao, was instantly furious, assuming the manager had secretly called her family and husband.

“Zhou Ruohan, did you hear that? Your parents and husband want you home!” Miss Zhao gloated.

Zhou Ruohan bristled with rage. “Who told you to call my family?!”

“It wasn’t me,” the manager quickly defended.

Not wanting to lose face in front of Miss Zhao any longer, Zhou Ruohan grabbed Xie Mingyao and stormed out, stopping to settle the bill on the way.

But when she swiped her card, she discovered it had been frozen.

She tried several others, all frozen. Zhou Ruohan was dumbstruck. Seeing this, Xie Mingyao handed over the black card Ye Qingyu had given her earlier.

“Mingyao-jie, where did you get a black card?!” Zhou Ruohan gasped in shock.

Before Xie Mingyao could answer, the staff member attempting to process the payment frowned it, too, had been frozen.

With no other options, Zhou Ruohan had the bill charged to her husband’s name.

Humiliated, the two women stepped out of the club only to find Ye Qingyu’s car parked right outside.

The window rolled down slowly, revealing Ye Qingyu’s icy gaze as she took in their disheveled state.

“Get in.”

Xie Mingyao glanced at Zhou Ruohan, and Ye Qingyu’s eyes followed. The weight of that stare sent a shiver down Zhou Ruohan’s spine, it was terrifying, as though one wrong word would freeze her to death on the spot.

“Mingyao, you should head upstairs now. I’ll go back first call me if you need anything.” Zhou Ruohan rubbed the goosebumps on her arms and quickly scurried away after speaking.

Xie Mingyao felt that given Ye Qingyu’s current expression, going back might not end well. She turned to leave, but the sound of a car door opening echoed behind her, followed by the sharp click of high heels against the pavement.

Ye Qingyu scooped her up from the ground in one swift motion, carrying her horizontally toward the car. Xie Mingyao struggled fiercely in her arms, “Let me go, Ye Qingyu!”

Ignoring her, Ye Qingyu tightened her grip. Xie Mingyao thrashed even harder, like a pig being dragged to slaughter during New Year, nearly breaking free. A shadow flickered in Ye Qingyu’s eyes as she raised her hand and smacked Xie Mingyao’s bottom.

Xie Mingyao stiffened, her face burning with humiliation especially since the club’s attendants were still standing at the entrance!

She clenched her teeth and yanked at Ye Qingyu’s neatly pinned-up hair. “How dare you hit me? Believe it or not, I’ll make you go bald!”

The attendants struggled to keep their eyes averted, but Xie Mingyao’s threat was too ridiculous, they couldn’t help but lower their heads to hide their smirks.

Ye Qingyu remained expressionless, ignoring the sting on her scalp, and deposited Xie Mingyao into the passenger seat, buckling her in before slamming the door shut. She then took the driver’s seat and sped off.

The car soon arrived home. As soon as Ye Qingyu stepped out, she saw Xie Mingyao unbuckling her seatbelt and attempting to flee. Her expression darkened further as she hauled Xie Mingyao back into her arms, carrying her upstairs to the bedroom despite her protests.

Servants scattered throughout the house all turned to watch the scene. Mortified, Xie Mingyao stopped struggling and buried her face in Ye Qingyu’s chest, pretending she couldn’t see them.

Ye Qingyu arched a brow and deliberately slowed her pace, ensuring every passing servant got a clear view.

Once they reached the second floor, away from prying eyes, Xie Mingyao resumed her futile struggle. But no matter how hard she fought, Ye Qingyu despite being a woman was unnaturally strong.

Just before they entered the bedroom, Xie Mingyao’s pale fingers desperately clung to the doorframe like a lifeline. “Ye Qingyu,” she warned shakily, “don’t you dare do anything reckless.”

Ye Qingyu glanced down at the fingers gripping the doorframe and continued forward without hesitation, peeling them away one by one.

Xie Mingyao was tossed onto the bed. Before she could scramble away, Ye Qingyu pinned her wrists down. But just as she was about to act, her gaze landed on the scratches marring Xie Mingyao’s neck.

“Who did this?” Ye Qingyu’s movements halted, her brows knitting together, voice icy.

Xie Mingyao rolled her eyes. “You already know.”

Ye Qingyu scoffed. “How bold. You said you were going shopping for clothes, but instead, you ended up at a club and even picked up a gigolo? Do you think I’m dead or something?”

“Gigolo? They’re called young masters,” Xie Mingyao retorted indignantly. “Besides,”

Before she could finish, Ye Qingyu sneered. “Young masters? You like young masters? What kind of young master is that? Do you think I can’t satisfy you?”

Her frigid tone dripped with unmistakable jealousy. Then, she pulled out a pair of fluffy pink leather handcuffs, adorned with tiny bells from the bedside drawer. The last time they’d been used, the jingling had accompanied Xie Mingyao’s struggles. Now, the sound rang out again, crisp and clear.

Xie Mingyao’s heart raced with excitement. Wow, here we go again but her face still wore a mask of panic and fear. “Ye Qingyu, what are you doing? Let me go!”

Ye Qingyu remained silent, retrieving the items she had used before. Her pale pink fingertips glided over them before picking up one. “This one. I remember you cried so hard. Seems like you really liked it.”

Xie Mingyao’s face flushed crimson as she glared at the object, gritting her teeth. “You’re the one who likes it! Your whole family likes it!”

“My whole family is you, so I guess I was right.” Ye Qingyu smirked.

During the four years she spent abroad, Ye Qingyu’s mother had passed away. Enduring the pain of losing her only family alone, her temperament grew colder except in front of Xie Mingyao, where a different side of her surfaced.

But Xie Mingyao knew none of this. She glared fiercely at Ye Qingyu. “I’m not your family!”

“No, not yet. But we will be once we get our marriage certificate overseas.” Ye Qingyu said it as casually as discussing the weather.

Xie Mingyao’s lips parted slightly, disbelief flashing in her eyes. She had assumed Ye Qingyu was only doing these things to her out of revenge, but getting married meant it would all be… legal.

But soon, Xie Mingyao had no more room in her mind to dwell on it.

The aloof and untouchable CEO of the Ye Corporation, a woman as unapproachable as a flower atop a high peak, was now relentless in her ferocity. Xie Mingyao was pushed to the brink, her eyes swollen like walnuts, the tear mole at the corner of her eye flushed a deep, bloody red.

Ye Qingyu loomed over her, gaze half-lidded as she spoke in a slow, deliberate tone. “Do you know what I wanted to do when I saw you in that private room?”

Xie Mingyao could only weakly lower her lashes, her snow-white skin glistening with sweat, her long black hair damp and tangled, as if she had just been pulled from water. Exhausted, she had no strength left to respond.

“I really should just lock you up at home forever. Hmm, you like the young masters at the club? Well, there are no young masters here, only a princess. Let this princess take good care of you now.”

The rosy flush on Xie Mingyao’s face faded, leaving her pale.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

Seeing her like this only darkened the look in Ye Qingyu’s eyes. A faint smile curled at her lips, but her words were terrifying. “How about all night? You’re so delicate and fragile by the end, I’ll have to carry you to work. What do you think people will say then?”

A shiver of fear ran through Xie Mingyao. Her misty eyes fixed on Ye Qingyu, but inwardly, she was screaming: Aaaaaah, why is the female lead such an S?!

The system sobbed in the void, deeply worried for its host. It had been nearly the whole night, and the female lead still hadn’t stopped was she some kind of perpetual motion machine?! Its poor host must be suffering terribly.

Ye Qingyu admired the expressions flitting across Xie Mingyao’s face before leaning down, gripping her chin. “Still planning to visit those young masters?”

“N-no,” Xie Mingyao’s voice trembled.

“Then how about I get you a princess instead?”

“N-no more.”

No one knew what truly happened that night, only Xie Mingyao, who now understood that beneath the flawless, moonlit facade of the Ye Corporation’s CEO lay a soul dyed pitch black.

Curled up on the bed, her back and waist aching, her throat burning, she could barely move.

The system: [Wahhh, Host, I’m finally free! You poor thing, the female lead is such a monster, it’s been almost the whole night!]

Xie Mingyao: [“…Did you see that?”]

The system sobbed: [“How could we? We systems still have human rights. For such private matters, we’re locked away in a little room, can’t see or hear a thing.”]

Xie Mingyao whispered softly: [“I’m fine.”]

To the system’s ears, this sounded like resilience and defiance, making it ache even more for her: [“But there are so many marks on your neck, and your lips are all swollen. It’s worse than last time.”]

Xie Mingyao curled up, shedding tears of satisfaction.

Mistaking them for tears of sorrow, the system cried even harder, bawling while hurling insults at the female lead, calling her shameless and the like, nearly making Xie Mingyao, who was covering her face pretending to cry burst out laughing.

Ye Qingyu finished making breakfast and pushed the door open.

The curtains blocked out the outside light, leaving the room particularly dim. Ye Qingyu first walked to the window and drew the curtains aside, sunlight instantly spilling across the floor.

She approached the bed. Though her footsteps were light, they still made a faint sound. The person curled up under the covers didn’t stir at all, causing her to frown slightly.

It was almost noon. Skipping meals wasn’t good for the stomach.

Just as she was about to reach out and wake her, she caught a glimpse of Xie Mingyao’s tightly closed eyelids twitching slightly clearly already awake and pretending to sleep.

[“Ah Yao, if you’re awake, open your eyes. It’s time to eat.”] Her voice was cool yet exceptionally gentle.

Xie Mingyao lay still with her eyes shut, offering no response.

Ye Qingyu sat on the edge of the bed and gently tugged at the corner of the blanket, creating a small gap. She slipped her hand inside, her palm pressing against the hollow of Xie Mingyao’s stomach. [“Your stomach’s completely flat,”] she murmured tenderly. [“Come on, get up.”]

The body beneath her touch trembled instantly. Xie Mingyao opened her eyes, glaring at her fiercely with eyes still red and swollen from last night’s tears. Her delicate, smooth hand also clamped down on Ye Qingyu’s.

[“Get lost.”] Her voice was hoarse and dry.

Ye Qingyu recalled how Xie Mingyao had looked the night before tears clinging to her lashes, shaking her head helplessly while clawing at her arms, begging her.

A shadow flickered across Ye Qingyu’s expression. Tsk-tsking, she shook her head, then leaned in to capture that small, snow-white earlobe between her lips. [“Don’t want to get up?”] she teased. [“How about I give Ah Yao a special wake-up service?”]

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