The Possessive Villain Is Too Clingy [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 42

Ye Zhixia and Chu Ning rushed to Zhulin to discuss the matter of utilizing funds with Xie Shuyu, only to be unexpectedly stopped by her.

“That… um, Xin insisted I must stop you,” Xie Shuyu said, looking at the anxious pair before her. “And coincidentally, she mentioned she wants to introduce you to her grandfather tonight.”

Though Chu Ning and Ye Zhixia were in a hurry, they trusted Xie Shuyu and Bai Xin implicitly.

If Bai Xin was stopping them, she must have her reasons.

As soon as Xie Shuyu finished speaking, she received a call from Bai Xin. She sneakily grabbed her phone and hurried out of the office.

Ye Zhixia and Chu Ning exchanged puzzled glances.

Suddenly, Ye Zhixia remembered something. Back when she had investigated Bai Xin in the original storyline, Bai Xin had once appeared at Old Master Chu’s funeral alongside a mysterious elderly man.

Thinking about it now, Bai Xin’s family background must be either wealthy or influential. Perhaps the reason she was stopping them from using the funds was because she planned to have her family step in to help.

“Don’t worry, Xiao Bai might have another solution,” she reassured Chu Ning.

This time, Xie Shuyu insisted they leave their car in the Zhulin garage and ride with her to Bai Xin’s home.

Ye Zhixia grew even more certain—Bai Xin must have someone powerful backing her.

Xie Shuyu led them to a scenic tourist spot. Under the astonished gazes of Ye Zhixia and Chu Ning, she knocked on the door of a modest courtyard house.

“I didn’t want you to drive because parking is hard to find around here,” Xie Shuyu explained while knocking.

A plainly dressed aunt opened the door and beamed at the sight of Xie Shuyu. “Miss Xie, you’ve brought guests! Please, come in.”

The noise from outside the courtyard walls faded as the four stepped inside, replaced by an increasingly serene atmosphere. By the time they reached the ancient-style main hall, all that remained was the rustling of autumn leaves in the wind.

In the elegantly furnished living room, Bai Xin lay curled up on a bamboo rocking chair, dozing with her eyes half-closed.

Xie Shuyu gently leaned in and whispered by her ear, “Xinxin, Sister Xiaxia and Chu Ning are here.”

Bai Xin rolled toward Xie Shuyu without opening her eyes. “Just five more minutes…”

Then she draped an arm over Xie Shuyu’s shoulder like a lazy kitten.

Xie Shuyu turned her head slightly away from Ye Zhixia and Chu Ning, secretly nuzzling Bai Xin’s cheek with her soft lips. “Come on, wake up.”

Tickled by Xie Shuyu’s affection, Bai Xin reluctantly opened her eyes and sat up with Xie Shuyu’s help. “Oh, you’re all here.”

She rubbed her eyes and perked up. “Sister Xiaxia, Ningning, please have a seat. I’ll go get Grandpa.”

Xie Shuyu pouted and whined, “What about me?”

Bai Xin shot her a look. “You can stand.”

At this point, Chu Ning understood better than Ye Zhixia—Bai Xin was no ordinary actress.

Wealthy people could easily buy new homes, but a historic, secluded courtyard like this wasn’t something money alone could acquire.

A short while later, Bai Xin returned with an elderly man in tow.

She seemed like a completely different person now, shedding her usual playful demeanor as she respectfully served tea to the old man.

Xie Shuyu was the first to greet him. “Hello, Grandpa.”

Ye Zhixia and Chu Ning immediately stood and bowed. “Hello, Grandpa.”

“Good, good. You’re all fine young ladies,” the old man said kindly yet solemnly. “Please, sit.”

“Today, I asked Xinxin to invite you here,” he began warmly.

Ye Zhixia had already guessed the general reason behind it, so she remained silent and simply returned to her seat.

Chu Ning sat down, her posture rigidly upright. “Grandpa, may I ask why you’ve called us here?”

The elderly man took a sip of tea before speaking calmly. “In the past, when society was thriving, your grandfather made a fortune by riding the wave. But times have changed—it’s no longer an era where money falls into your lap with your eyes closed. Your grandfather is clearly struggling to keep up.”

“This time, our Quan family stepped in to assist the Chu Corporation, but truthfully, it was also the higher-ups’ intention.”

Chu Ning suddenly stammered, “Q-Quan… Grandpa Quan.”

She had assumed Bai Xin’s family was merely offering financial support, never expecting they were the Quan family already involved in the battle!

Ye Zhixia’s mind flashed back to Bai Xin’s earlier circumstances. “Bai” was simply half of the character “Quan”—no wonder everyone called her “Xiao Bai,” while only Xie Shuyu, her closest confidant, insisted on calling her “Xin Xin.”

Bai Xin—no, Quan Xin—stuck out her tongue playfully at the two of them. “My real name is Quan Xin. Bai Xin is just my stage name, hehe.”

Then, in a bright and clear voice, she added, “Ningning, don’t take this the wrong way, but your grandpa really isn’t cut out for this. You have no idea—”

She abruptly cut herself off, glancing nervously at her grandfather beside her.

Grandpa Quan looked at her with particular fondness, patting her hand. “Still not steady enough, I see.”

Then, his expression turned serious again. “Back then, the higher-ups remembered how your great-grandfather exhausted the family fortune to resist foreign invaders. They handed your grandfather industries that practically printed money. Even if he did nothing, he could have maintained the Chu family’s position among the top three families in Haicheng.”

Chu Ning smiled bitterly and shook her head. “Unfortunately, my grandfather insisted on meddling.”

Grandpa Quan comforted her. “This time, you’ve already done very well. The Chu Corporation controls vital lifelines for the people—we won’t allow it to fall into the Feng family’s hands.”

“Now that the situation has stabilized, do you have a plan for how to make Qin Bao withdraw from the competition?”

Chu Ning and Ye Zhixia exchanged a glance before nodding at Grandpa Quan with a smile.

–

The day Qin Bao was surrounded by the police, every celebrity in the company, big or small, was terrified.

The superstar Xu Miaomiao had turned into a legal scandal, sparking fierce debates online.

Her loyal fans rushed to defend her:

—Miaomiao’s Admirer: With such a huge operation, there’s no way it’s just Xu Miaomiao’s fault! It must be the shady company setting her up!
—Forever Water Baby: Our Miaomiao is so timid—how could she possibly do such terrible things?!

But that very night, a video spread across major influencer accounts on Weibo.

In the footage, Xu Miaomiao was seen sneaking some kind of powder into a makeup product. The video fast-forwarded to the next day, showing Bai Xin with one eye swollen like a lightbulb after using that product.

It turned out the set had been under surveillance all along. When Kong Sen warned everyone not to change clothes in the makeup room, he had even pointed out the cameras.

But Xu Miaomiao had slipped away to “accidentally” run into Feng Xiao and had no idea about it.

The video had no captions, so no one knew exactly what Xu Miaomiao had added—only that it had “disfigured” Bai Xin.

Instantly, the label of a “vicious actress” was slapped onto Xu Miaomiao.

Phrases like “birds of a feather,” “rotten to the core,” and “like father, like daughter” drowned out her fans’ desperate excuses.

Because the funds used to purchase the stocks were of dubious origin, even involving illegal offshore money laundering, the regulatory authorities stepped in to take control of Qinbao and reallocated the stock ownership.

When Qinbao came under investigation, Feng Hang and Feng Xiao received advance notice and fled overnight to a coastal town, hoping to slip away unnoticed.

A figure in black picked them up by boat and sailed into the distance.

Amid the vast night, two dark silhouettes stood on the rocky shore.

“Xiaxia, is this the gift you prepared for me?” Chu Ning clenched her fists. “Letting these two get away?”

The fury in Chu Ning’s eyes was unmistakable.

Ye Zhixia’s phone buzzed twice. She picked it up and handed it to Chu Ning.

A video popped up on the screen, showing Feng Hang and Feng Xiao with their hands tied behind their backs, roaring, “You took the money but didn’t deliver! How dare you kidnap us!”

A male voice off-screen replied, “No choice. Someone else paid more. Once we reach international waters…”

The video abruptly cut off.

“Ningning, do you still want to watch the rest of the video later? I asked them to send me the full recording,” Ye Zhixia asked.

The mention of “international waters” made Chu Ning realize exactly what Ye Zhixia’s gift entailed. She was no stranger to the darker corners of the world.

Now completely relaxed, her voice softened. “I’m not particularly interested, but Secretary Jiang might want to know where that bastard ended up, don’t you think?”

Ye Zhixia countered, “Does he need to know the whereabouts of every single piece?”

Hearing this, Chu Ning suddenly leaned in close to Ye Zhixia.

In the dim, damp night, Chu Ning looped her arms around Ye Zhixia’s neck, gently pulling her head level with her own.

Ye Zhixia had a bad feeling about this.

Chu Ning lightly traced Ye Zhixia’s earlobe with her tongue, her voice sweet and soft. “Xiaxia, from now on, you’ll have to let me know the whereabouts of every single part of you too.”

Her warm tongue traced the shell of Ye Zhixia’s ear, her breath cool against the damp skin, the remaining warmth slipping through the ear canal and straight into her heart.

Ye Zhixia initially wanted to pull away but couldn’t resist the temptation.

In a swift motion, she twisted Chu Ning’s arms behind her back and lifted her chin with one hand, pressing her sweet, plush lips against hers from above.

A hand slid down from her shoulder, grazing Ye Zhixia’s waist.

The evening sea breeze, soft and gentle, played with their hair.

Ye Zhixia’s sleek straight locks intertwined with Chu Ning’s voluminous curls.

Their skin was flawless, and as their cheeks brushed lightly against each other, both flushed a delicate shade of pink.

Ye Zhixia’s hand trailed upward from her waist, but the rest of the scene didn’t pass censorship.

As everything settled into calm, Ye Zhixia opened her tightly shut eyes and met Chu Ning’s limpid gaze, pulling her back into an embrace.

Only when the morning sun rose from the horizon did their eyes finally turn toward the golden disk of dawn.

–

With the matter resolved, Ye Zhixia prepared to move out of the Chu residence, only to be stopped by both Chu Ning and Chu Hui.

Grandfather Quan, acting as the messenger, made it clear that the higher-ups had decided—it was time for Old Master Chu to step down.

But this transfer of power still had a few steps left.

“Power transitions must be absolute. Xiaxia, stay. Stay with me,” Chu Ning pleaded earnestly.

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