The Possessive Villain Is Too Clingy [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 37.1

Knowing Ye Zhixia was in a hurry, Xiao Mi automatically transformed into a flying kitten and prepared to head toward the parking lot.

“Xiao Mi, the teleporter!” Ye Zhixia said succinctly.

Xiao Mi knew she was anxious, but didn’t expect her to be this impatient. Quickly, she reminded her, “Xiaxia, exposing the use of props will result in system penalties!”

“Teleporter!” Ye Zhixia insisted.

Seeing her determination, Xiao Mi realized arguing was futile and could only fish the teleporter out of her Qiankun bag.

While rummaging, she muttered to herself, “What is love in this world? It makes people… Found it!”

The moment the teleporter was placed in Ye Zhixia’s hand, she appeared in Chu Ning’s bedroom in the next instant.

By now, Chu Ning’s sobs had quieted, and she was barely conscious.

Though Ye Zhixia didn’t know what had happened, Chu Ning’s cries struck her heart like drumbeats, filling her with unbearable pain.

Chu Ning had lost her mother at a young age and never received her father’s affection. Yet, apart from that one time she mentioned her mother, she had never broken down in front of Ye Zhixia before.

Ye Zhixia had once thought Chu Ning was simply cold by nature, hardened over time. But now, seeing her cry herself to exhaustion, she realized how fragile Chu Ning truly was—how she had been forcing herself to hide her vulnerability all this time.

In a few quick strides, Ye Zhixia stepped forward, lifting Chu Ning into a sitting position and pulling her into an embrace. One arm wrapped around her shoulders while the other gently stroked her hair.

In her dazed state, Chu Ning felt someone holding her. Her vision was blurred by tears, and the darkness made it impossible to see clearly.

But the familiar scent of jasmine soothed her, bringing an overwhelming sense of peace and calm.

Chu Ning stopped crying, burying her face into the crook of Ye Zhixia’s neck, her breath hitching softly.

Feeling Chu Ning gradually settle, the ache in Ye Zhixia’s chest eased slightly.

Chu Ning’s hands lifted, first lightly encircling Ye Zhixia’s waist, then tightening—until she was clinging to her desperately.

“Don’t leave me,” she pleaded in a sorrowful voice.

Ye Zhixia didn’t respond with words, only holding her even tighter.

Chu Ning tilted her head slightly, her soft, pink lips brushing against Ye Zhixia’s jaw before trailing up to her earlobe.

Ye Zhixia didn’t pull away, though the warmth of Chu Ning’s breath against her ear made her lashes flutter before she slowly closed her eyes.

Ye Zhixia turned her face toward Chu Ning, their cheeks pressing together, moving in slow, tender friction. The mingling scents of jasmine and lily filled the air, entwining around them in the room.

Finally, Ye Zhixia’s lips met hers.

She kissed Chu Ning slowly, gently, as if handling delicate porcelain.

Chu Ning responded with equal tenderness, their lips meeting and parting, each touch growing firmer until they pressed together tightly.

Suddenly, Chu Ning seemed to lose consciousness, her body collapsing against Ye Zhixia once more.

Startled, Ye Zhixia was about to check on her when she noticed Xiao Mi standing right in front of her, hands on her hips, holding an empty packet of sleeping powder.

Xiao Mi scowled, glaring at Ye Zhixia with unprecedented fury. “Minister Ye, this is called taking advantage of someone in distress! How despicable!”

The word “despicable” made Ye Zhixia flinch.

She wanted to argue that she had only intended to comfort Chu Ning, but how things had escalated to this point, she couldn’t quite explain.

“A kiss must happen when both parties are sober and willing,” Xiao Mi declared, puffing out her chest even more as she spoke. “Woman! You’ve crossed the line!”

Ye Zhixia tensed every nerve in her body, then with the gentlest touch, she settled Chu Ning properly onto the bed and covered her with a soft, cool blanket.

Hearing Xiao Mi mimic the domineering CEO lines from TV dramas nearly made Ye Zhixia cringe herself right off the bed.

A knock sounded at the door, prompting Ye Zhixia and Xiao Mi to quickly vanish from sight.

Old Master Chu waited outside for a long while before tentatively trying the door handle.

Finding it unlocked, he stepped inside with heavy, deliberate footsteps and sat by Chu Ning’s bedside.

Looking at her swollen, tear-stained eyes, he reached out to stroke her hair but stopped mid-air.

Not wanting to wake her, he withdrew his hand and placed it back on his lap, his aged voice thick with sorrow. “I’ve already investigated Secretary Jiang’s matter thoroughly. I just didn’t want to believe it. I’ll handle it properly soon.”

“But you can’t be with Ye Zhixia—”

He sighed before finishing his sentence, then stood up and left.

The corridor lights gradually brightened and dimmed again. Ye Zhixia watched Chu Ning sleeping on her side, lips slightly parted, her slender hands lightly clasped and resting by the pillow.

“Mom… Auntie is good to me… loves me…” Chu Ning murmured in her sleep.

Ye Zhixia had fully regained her composure. Piecing together fragments from Chu Ning’s dream, she connected some earlier clues—Li Xia was clearly an important figure.

The next morning, sunlight crept through the narrow gap between the curtains, brushing against Chu Ning’s eyelids.

She tucked her chin in, burying her entire face under the covers.

Only after a long while, when she was fully awake, did she pull the blanket down, squinting at her sunlit room.

That dream last night had been so beautiful…

She licked her lips, then shyly covered her head with the blanket again.

It wasn’t until A Yao brought her breakfast that Chu Ning pretended to have just woken up.

She vaguely remembered calling Ye Zhixia the night before.

Picking up her phone, she checked the call log—so it hadn’t been a dream. But later, Ye Zhixia had said she was coming over right away and soon arrived to hold her tightly. Maybe that part had been the dream.

She sipped her milk slowly.

Images from the “dream” flickered in her mind, alternating with irritation that Ye Zhixia had given no sign of acknowledgment beyond appearing in her sleep.

Meanwhile, Ye Zhixia had already arrived at the headquarters of the Chu Corporation.

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Filming for the movie had entered its latter stages, and the entire crew had grown increasingly synchronized. With no scenes scheduled for Ye Zhixia that morning, she only needed to return to the set by afternoon to stay on schedule.

At eight in the morning, the sun hung on the horizon like a salted egg yolk—plump and perfectly round.

Ye Zhixia’s objective was clear. She walked up to the front desk and adjusted her sunglasses.

“I’m here to see Legal Director Li. My name is Ye Zhixia. Thank you.”

Normally, meeting with executives required an appointment, but Ye Zhixia’s sharp demeanor and hurried tone suggested urgency. The two front desk staff—a man and a woman—didn’t dare delay.

“Please wait a moment. I’ll check right away,” the female employee responded quickly.

Ye Zhixia stood at the desk with her arms crossed, revealing no extra expression.

Li Xia’s secretary received the call and, upon hearing it was Ye Zhixia visiting, immediately informed the front desk to let her go upstairs.

As she left the reception area, Ye Zhixia didn’t forget to curve her lips into a polite smile and bow slightly in thanks to the two receptionists.

The official working hours at the Chu Corporation started at 8:30 AM, but Li Xia arrived at the office by 7:30 every day—a true workaholic.

Though Li Xia didn’t impose the same expectations on her subordinates in the legal department, her secretary usually arrived half an hour early as well.

Li Xia was generous, personally covering the secretary’s overtime pay.

She was a little curious. Ye Zhixia had only ever visited her alongside Chu Ning before, yet today she had come alone so early in the morning—perhaps there was something urgent.

After receiving permission, Ye Zhixia pushed open the door to Li Xia’s office and then casually locked it behind her.

Li Xia noticed the action, the muscles on her forehead instantly tensing.

“Director Li, I have something important to discuss with you today,” Ye Zhixia said politely, standing in front of Li Xia’s desk.

Though Li Xia had previously asked her to address her as “Auntie” like Chu Ning did, today’s matter was too significant—directly tied to Chu Ning and the Chu Corporation. She couldn’t let Li Xia think she was fishing for private family information under the guise of familiarity.

Sensing her solemnity, Li Xia gestured to the chair in front of her desk. “Please, have a seat. Speak freely.”

Ye Zhixia had long harbored suspicions about Li Xia’s identity, and the information Chu Ning had inadvertently revealed in her sleep last night had only confirmed her guesses.

She decided to cut straight to the point. “I believe you’re aware of the Chu family’s affairs.”

Li Xia nodded. “I’ve heard a little.”

Ye Zhixia laid out everything. “Chu Xiao is confirmed to be Chu Tianheng’s illegitimate son, and Secretary Jiang has been the one helping Chu Tianheng infiltrate the Chu family for years.”

“I suspect Chu Tianheng might also be Secretary Jiang’s illegitimate son. What’s certain now is that their backing comes from the Feng family of Dasheng Group.”

Li Xia stared at Ye Zhixia in shock, taking a long moment to regain her composure.

First, the sheer volume of information in that statement was overwhelming.

She had doubted Chu Tianheng’s identity before, but no matter how much she speculated, she had never dared to suspect Secretary Jiang.

And she certainly hadn’t imagined that the force behind Chu Tianheng and Secretary Jiang was the Feng family.

Li Xia sifted through her memories, realizing that if she took Ye Zhixia’s words as the premise, everything suddenly made perfect sense.

“Director Li, I hope you’ll forgive my bluntness,” Ye Zhixia said after taking a deep breath, “but what is your relationship with Chu Ning’s mother?”

At the question, the tangled thoughts in Li Xia’s mind cleared instantly.

But she didn’t answer right away. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, her gaze unconsciously drifting to the chandelier overhead, as if lost in thought.

The office was eerily silent—Ye Zhixia didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly.

Time ticked by. Li Xia opened and closed her mouth several times before finally reaching into a drawer behind her. She pulled out a small case, took out a cigarette, lit it, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

With her back to Ye Zhixia, she began recounting the story between her and Chu Yunshu.

Li Xia’s parents had seven daughters before their long-awaited son, the eighth child, was finally born.

At twelve years old, Li Xia was sent by her family to board a train to Haicheng, where she took on odd jobs to survive.

During her wandering, she was picked up by street workers and sent to school. Since there were subsidies and she could eat her fill, she settled in without complaint.

Her grades were good, and she happened to meet the criteria for financial aid from the Chu Corporation.

Back then, there was no such thing as elite schools, and Chu Yunshu happened to be in the same class as Li Xia.

Chu Yunshu excelled in math but struggled with liberal arts, while Li Xia’s strength was precisely in the humanities.

So, Chu Yunshu followed Li Xia around like a little shadow, constantly asking her for help with questions.

Over time, the two helped each other grow and developed a deep friendship.

In the summer of their second year of high school, the Chu Corporation organized a summer camp for the students they sponsored, and Chu Yunshu joined the trip.

One night, Li Xia, who had grown up in the countryside, pulled Chu Yunshu into the woods.

The forest was thick with foliage, and in what should have been pitch darkness, tiny glowing specks shimmered all around.

“Xiaxia, what is this?” Chu Yunshu was a little nervous—she had heard stories about ghostly fires appearing in the wilderness.

“These are fireflies! Aren’t they beautiful?” Li Xia said excitedly.

She cupped her hands and swept them through the air, then brought them close to Chu Yunshu’s face. “Look!”

When she opened her palms, a small yellow-green firefly flew out.

Chu Yunshu reached out a finger to touch it, but the tiny glowing dot dodged her fingertip and flitted away.

After graduating high school, the two enrolled in universities in the same city and spent another four years together.

But when they made plans to pursue graduate studies together, Chu Yunshu received an order from her father—to return home and get married.

Li Xia was stunned. She had always assumed that pressuring daughters into marriage was something that only happened in her village.

Because her brother needed to marry, because her brother needed a house, because her sister-in-law was about to have a baby…

Each time, she had bought her own freedom with money earned through hard work and scholarships.

She couldn’t understand—what could the Chu family possibly lack that they needed to rush their daughter into marriage?

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