The Plan to Save the Villainess Supporting Actress [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 32

Day 1: Chasing a Girlfriend for My Wife

Nan Zhi had a very comfortable sleep.

It was not until nearly eleven o’clock that she slowly woke up. Sensing the change in the woman’s breathing on the bed, the AI housekeeper’s gentle voice echoed through the room. Accompanied by the sound of a piano, the heavy curtains were slowly drawn open, and daylight gradually crept into the room, illuminating its opulence.

“Host, you are awake!”

A small ball of fluff bounced out from a corner.

“Congratulations, Host, on successfully completing the mission in the previous minor world! You have accumulated 1,000 points!”

“Not bad. Exchange them all,” Nan Zhi said, rolling over lazily. The piano music grew more beautiful, but the volume increased slightly as if urging her to get out of bed.

She yawned, her gaze scanning the light screen in her mind, only to realize something was off.

“Wait? You already exchanged the energy for me?”

On the darkened left side of the interface, a small, shimmering restoration fragment floated quietly in the center. But there were clearly still 800 points left in the points mall!

The little fluff ball bounced happily, looking clearly delighted.

“Congratulations, Host! The target of your pursuit in the last world was a virtual character formed by a soul fragment of Official $alpha$. When you completed the mission and left that world, that soul fragment returned to its place!”

Nan Zhi could not help but be surprised. “That is possible?!”

Did that mean her target in the last world was that incredibly boring, stone-faced $alpha$?!

“This is bad! Why can I not remember what I did to her in the last world?!” Nan Zhi was struck with panic. “She will not remember everything when she wakes up, will she? That would be so embarrassing!”

Seeing this, the fluff ball let out a silent sigh of relief; its mechanical heart finally settled down. It is better if she does not remember.

“To avoid affecting your progress in the next world, per your request, part of your memories from the previous world have been archived. Once all missions are complete, you can choose whether or not to unlock them.”

“I see.” Nan Zhi nodded thoughtfully. She did have a habit like that. Oh well, if she did not remember, she did not remember!

She turned back to browse the points mall and did not notice the little fluff ball guiltily shaking its fur.

“Hey, were my points not at 1,000? Why are there only 800 left?”

“Deducting your debts from the last world, it leaves exactly 800 points.”

Just what did I do in that last world?! Nan Zhi looked at the 800 points with heartache and sighed softly. Given her tendency to spend points lavishly, she should save these for now. It would be terrible if something happened in this world and she had no energy left to use.

Wait, why did she even have that thought?

The piano music reached its end. As the song finished, Nan Zhi’s train of thought was interrupted, so she simply brushed it aside. She stretched and slowly stood up.

Her silk pajamas were very comfortable, but the design was mediocre. Despite being made of a fabric that should accentuate her figure, it was cut like a cylinder draped over her body. Not only was it baggy and bloated, but it also made her look much shorter.

Nan Zhi shuffled in her fluffy slippers and wobbled over to the dressing table. The face in the mirror was clearly her own, but it looked inexplicably haggard, with the corners of her mouth drooping slightly, full of gloom.

Nan Zhi was startled.

“What is going on? What is my character setting in this world?!”

The fluff ball rustled through a thick book.

“This is a Mary Sue novel titled The Overbearing CEO and His Little Goblin.”

Nan Zhi: “Too many tropes.”

“Your target is the villain who forcibly stayed with the ‘White Lotus’ female lead in the early stages: the female CEO, Xi Zhenyi.”

According to the original plot, the White Lotus lead was “straight as steel.” The villainess, Xi Zhenyi, fell in love with her at first sight and forcibly took her home. Consequently, an insurmountable chasm existed between them. Under Xi Zhenyi’s extreme control, the White Lotus gradually fell in love with Xi Zhenyi’s rival, the male CEO lead.

Because Xi Zhenyi’s love was unrequited, her love turned into hatred. She eventually committed crimes and was brought to justice by the male lead, ending up in prison where she eventually went mad and committed suicide by ramming her head against a wall.

Nan Zhi: “…” That ending was truly tragic.

“And what is my identity?”

The fluff ball bounced twice with a giggle. “You are the contract wife of the villain Xi Zhenyi and the daughter of the Nan Group. Congratulations, Host, you have hit the ‘rich woman’ status!”

Nan Zhi’s eyes lit up. “Quick! Open all the bank accounts under my name. Let me experience a different world!”

After the fluff ball performed a series of operations, both of them fell into silence.

“Group? Heiress? Rich woman? I only have this much money?!” Nan Zhi threw the script in a rage, cursing under her breath.

“Um, maybe we missed some information?”

The person and the fluff ball buried their heads in the book again. Finally, in a corner, they found Nan Zhi’s character setting: the “sandwich child” with older brothers and sisters above and younger ones below, the neglected daughter.

Most critically, the original marriage alliance between the Xi and Nan families was intended for the Nan family’s eldest son. However, in front of the elders of both families, Xi Zhenyi publicly announced she was only interested in women. She randomly pointed at the passing Nan Zhi and designated her as the new marriage partner.

The marriage nearly fell through, but at that moment, “Nan Zhi” claimed she had a crush on Xi Zhenyi for years and was willing to marry her. Xi Zhenyi actually agreed.

The alliance was formed, but both families felt they had lost face. The Nan Group declared Nan Zhi a “daughter married off” and cut off her monthly allowance. Xi Zhenyi did not love Nan Zhi; she simply threw her a card and a villa and never appeared again.

“Nan Zhi” was unwilling to accept this. To see Xi Zhenyi, she would often squander the money on the card in a short time, using the excuse of being broke to contact her, though most of the time, she could only reach Xi Zhenyi’s secretary.

Living in a “widowed marriage” for a long time, cut off from her family, and with no friends around, the original host gradually developed depression. Last night, she swallowed a large amount of medication and passed away.

“What a foolish heiress!” Nan Zhi shook her head and sighed. She looked at herself in the mirror again and finally understood why this face looked so miserable. In a way, this pair shared a similar fate, both suffering from unrequited love.

“So, what is my mission?”

“Prevent Xi Zhenyi from blackening.”

Nan Zhi thought for a moment. “Xi Zhenyi’s reason for blackening is the White Lotus escaping her. So, if the White Lotus falls in love with Xi Zhenyi, she will not blacken, right?”

The fluff ball felt a sudden surge of respect. That was a pro-level interpretation.

“What about the male lead?”

Nan Zhi paused. What did the male lead have to do with her?

The conversation was interrupted by the AI housekeeper’s mechanical female voice: “Madam, the Master has departed for home. Please prepare in advance.”

Prepare? Nan Zhi raised an eyebrow. She looked in the mirror and decided to put on makeup first.

The AI housekeeper seemed to be monitoring her every move. After three seconds of silence, it asked: “Madam, it is time to prepare coffee and refreshments for the Master.”

Nan Zhi cut it off. “How much longer until Xi Zhenyi gets home?”

The original host probably rarely called Xi Zhenyi by her full name. Even the AI housekeeper glitched for a moment before answering: “The Master will arrive at the main entrance of the villa in half an hour.”

Nan Zhi was speechless. Half an hour away and it is already time to brew coffee?

The AI housekeeper, programmed into something unknown by the original host, began to drone on incessantly. Nan Zhi simply had the system block the audio, which made things much quieter.

She applied light makeup to cover the fatigue on her skin. Then, she took out her phone and, after some searching, booked a beauty salon appointment for an hour and a half later. The original host had plenty of money but nowhere to spend it, so she had topped up accounts at various luxury establishments. Even if Nan Zhi’s current balance was only a few thousand, she could still walk tall in high-end venues.

With makeup on, her complexion looked much better. Nan Zhi nodded in satisfaction and went to the dressing room. Upon entering, she could not help but complain to the system: “How much did this heiress dislike dressing up? Why is everything black, white, or gray?”

The colors were one thing, but the styles were lackluster, all similar to those silk pajamas, lacking any sense of design.

System: “The heiress studied at a famous design school abroad and won many awards!”

Nan Zhi was shocked. “Then why?”

She asked the system to help retrieve some of the original host’s memories. After a flash of light, Nan Zhi opened her eyes and murmured, “I see.”

As one of the many children of the massive Nan Group, the original host had not chosen finance, management, or law like her siblings. Instead, she chose art. Years ago, art was not widely appreciated domestically, so to the conservative Nan family, she was extremely rebellious. Even her parents were marginalized because of her.

Later, for her parents’ sake, she chose to compromise. After graduation, she rushed back to the country, gave up her passion, and followed her elders’ wishes to switch to accounting. After meeting Xi Zhenyi, her self-esteem plummeted further. She felt she was inadequate in every way and completely closed herself off.

Nan Zhi sighed softly. If the original host had not already passed away, she would have preferred to save this minor supporting character rather than deal with Xi Zhenyi, the woman who expected her to prepare unnecessary coffee and snacks half an hour early. In the host’s memory, every time Xi Zhenyi came, she arrived in a hurry and left in a hurry, sometimes not even sparing a glance.

Nan Zhi scanned the wardrobe, booked afternoon tea at several other luxury brands, and requested to see the latest clothes and bags. She finally managed to pick out a decent suit from the pile. Combined with clean makeup, she looked much more spirited than before.

Next, she chose a slim wristwatch, a green jade brooch, and a pair of vintage gold-inset jade earrings. Finally, she hesitated over the limited perfume selection and inexplicably picked up a bottle that did not quite match. The rich oud and intense rose scents collided; just one pump felt a bit too strong.

Nan Zhi frowned and quickly stepped away from the mist, catching only a hint of the fragrance. Strange, why did I pick this one? It does not match this outfit at all.

A moment later, she put that bottle in the corner and chose a cold woody fragrance. The trace of rose from before layered with the cold scent, creating a unique aroma, a distinct chill containing a faint, unintentional warmth that was strangely captivating. Although it was an accident, Nan Zhi was very satisfied with the result.

Just as she finished, the doorbell rang downstairs. Xi Zhenyi was home.

Nan Zhi frowned. After seeing the original host’s memories, she actually disliked Xi Zhenyi. Despite being married for years, Xi Zhenyi had not even bothered to memorize the passcode to this house.

Nan Zhi checked herself in the full-length mirror one last time. Satisfied, she waited until the doorbell rang for the fifth time before leisurely heading downstairs.

“Is the AI housekeeper turned off?”

Upon opening the door, the first thing she heard was a crisp female voice, slightly overlapping with the thin, distant tone in her memory, but with an added layer of impatience. Clearly, she was dissatisfied with Nan Zhi’s slowness.

Then, a figure appeared at the door.

A dark green silk shirt dress perfectly showcased the woman’s curves. Her porcelain skin glowed faintly, and her lazy French curls paired with bold red lips. Her upturned eyes held a hint of allure, yet her dark pupils were filled with distance and coldness. Sexy, charming, and utterly flamboyant.

Xi Zhenyi did not even bother to come inside. Every forced visit here involved listening to this woman, who was too timid to even look at her, saying ambiguous things while serving coffee and homemade cookies. Xi Zhenyi truly could not understand what Nan Zhi was thinking.

Due to the face of the two families’ alliance, she could not be too cold. Since Nan Zhi had requested a meeting to hand over bills, she used the opportunity to show up and get it over with. But every time, Nan Zhi would find boring topics to try and keep her overnight.

Did she not know how busy it was to manage dozens of subsidiaries of the Changxi Group? Did she not know that bank statements did not need to be printed because she received the transaction records directly from the bank? How much work would pile up while she wasted half an hour chatting here?

Over time, Xi Zhenyi grew to loathe coming to this villa. She did not want to see Nan Zhi’s miserable, cautious expression. She also hated the unchanging, cramped, and stale atmosphere of the house. Nan Zhi and her villa were like a patch of black and white in a vibrant world, like stagnant time.

Xi Zhenyi hated everything that wasted time. She hated inefficient conversations. She hated black, white, and boredom. And Nan Zhi was a walking minefield of everything she disliked. If it had not been three months since her last visit, she would not have come this time either.

She held the door halfway open, not even bothering to take off her shoes, wanting only to finish this meaningless ritual at the entrance and leave immediately.

“What are you doing here?”

Unexpectedly, from the other side of the door, a familiar voice rang out. The ending was slightly drawn out. It was clearly Nan Zhi speaking, but it made Xi Zhenyi freeze involuntarily.

The tone had changed?

The next second, the door was pulled wide open. Nan Zhi, in a sharp suit and black high heels, stood on the entryway step, looking down at her. This outfit consisted of clothes Nan Zhi usually wore, but the vibe was entirely different.

Xi Zhenyi was slightly surprised and subtly scanned her. Yes, it was the same black and white, but there was something different. The black blazer was not buttoned up like a salesperson’s; it was draped casually open. The clean white shirt was paired with a high-quality leather belt that cinched her slim waist, revealing a hint of a curve.

She held a silver snakeskin bag, with two pearl necklaces wrapped casually around the handle, one long and one short. Two round, lustrous pearls swung cutely as she moved. The high-grade jade brooch and earrings complemented each other, the translucence of the jade making her pale neck look elegant and dazzling.

One sleeve was slightly rolled up, revealing a slender wrist with a delicate gold chain watch; its deep blue dial looked like a starry night sky. With refined yet simple makeup, a straight posture, and a gaze that met her own directly, Xi Zhenyi was momentarily dazed. Is this really Nan Zhi? The dull, uninteresting woman in her memory?

Because Xi Zhenyi took too long to answer, a flash of impatience appeared on Nan Zhi’s face. “If you have nothing to say, step aside. Can you not see I am in a hurry to go out?”

She actually spoke to me like that?!

Xi Zhenyi arched an eyebrow, fully snapping out of her shock. A boring little trick.

She curled her lips coldly, her gaze mocking. Having spent years in the business world, what kind of people had she not seen? Since the “gentle” act did not work, she was trying a new tactic? Too bad the act was not very clever.

Go out? Where could Nan Zhi go? For years, Xi Zhenyi had seen through Nan Zhi. She had no family ties and no close friends; she spent every day in this villa, going nowhere. Did she think this contrast would make her take the bait?

Boring.

Xi Zhenyi did not want to play along. She reached out impatiently. “Stop acting. Give me the bills. I have things to do and need to leave.”

To her surprise, Nan Zhi blinked slowly, her almond-shaped eyes clear and filled with two big question marks.

“Bills? You mean the credit card?” Nan Zhi tilted her head, looking at her like she was a fool. “Are you not a big CEO? Do you not know the cardholder can go to the bank and get the statements themselves? You have so many secretaries; why ask me? Do I have to go to a print shop just to print statements for you?”

Her voice was soft, like the gentle dialect of the south, sweet and a bit alluring. It did not match her outfit at all.

Xi Zhenyi had not expected this response and could not react for a long time. Nan Zhi did not care. Stepping in her sheepskin heels, she held her head high and—SLAM—shut the villa door right in Xi Zhenyi’s face.

Xi Zhenyi blurted out: “Where are you going?”

Nan Zhi swept past her, the unique scent of her perfume lingering in the air. Just like Nan Zhi herself now, a rose quietly budding beneath a sharp exterior. All that was left for Xi Zhenyi was that unique fragrance and a retreating silhouette.

Nan Zhi hooked a car key on her index finger and shook it as an answer. Her vibe screamed: “Where I go is none of your business.”

A moment later, the engine of a pink sports car that had not moved in years slowly roared to life. Thank goodness, Nan Zhi exhaled softly. It seemed the live-in housekeeper Xi Zhenyi sent three times a week was reliable; at least the car was not dead. Otherwise, this cool exit would have been ruined.

Nan Zhi pressed a button to open the convertible top and slowly started the car. The loud Barbie-pink sports car had not even passed the villa gate before a blast of rock music drowned out the engine roar.

Xi Zhenyi turned to look, only to see a trail of exhaust. There was not a trace of the woman left.

After a long while, she laughed out of sheer anger. Fine, Nan Zhi. Playing new games with me, are you?

Xi Zhenyi pulled out her phone and dialed her secretary. “Do not send her allowance this month. Also, take that pink sports car of hers and scrap it.”

“Furthermore, check her schedule for today and the coming days.”

A competitive urge that usually only appeared during business wars strangely surged within her. Without even realizing it, for the first time, she was starting to compete with Nan Zhi, no, for the first time, she was competing with anyone on a personal level.

Xi Zhenyi narrowed her eyes, looking in the direction the sports car had gone, her lips curling with interest.

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