The Villain Has A Yuri Halo [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 27

Her lips were softer than jelly—warm, pliant, yielding. That gentle brush sparked a natural instinct, and without any need for guidance, Tang Qingqing’s body simply knew how to welcome Li Ju’s kiss.

It wasn’t forced, it wasn’t rehearsed—just the kind of flow that only comes when two people slowly, tentatively, find their way together.

Cautiously, Qingqing returned the kiss. And when she realized this wasn’t her imagination, when she felt Li Ju’s very real warmth against her, her eyes shone with irrepressible joy. A sting of bitterness welled up too, and in that ache she wrapped her arms around Li Ju’s waist, holding her tight.

This wasn’t a dream.

Finally regaining her composure from the rush of elation, Qingqing’s kiss grew stronger, more urgent—still clumsy with inexperience, but full of passion. Li Ju never scolded her for being too rough; she simply let Qingqing stumble forward, patient, as they learned each other’s rhythm.

One failed attempt led to another, until the failures turned into a sweet, messy success.

Mouths and breaths mingled, until the heat in the room climbed unbearably.

By then, Li Ju’s wool shawl had slipped onto the floor. The buttons of her blouse had come undone, pale skin glowing in the low light. She braced herself on her hands, looking down at Qingqing’s flushed cheeks and kiss-reddened lips.

Her voice dropped husky, tinged with laughter.
“Jiejie looks so beautiful like this.”

The first kiss had already broken the dam. There was no going back.

She had only just pulled away, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. The bold decisiveness in Li Ju’s nature refused to grant Qingqing even a breath of reprieve before she swooped back in, claiming her lips again.

Her hair was a tousled mess, and in the heat of their embrace, Qingqing’s fingers had combed through those dark strands countless times. Every small touch was a confession, every tiny gesture a response, until Li Ju, meant to be in control, found herself slipping—surrendering to Qingqing’s quiet invitations and losing every bit of composure.

“Are you still mad?” Li Ju’s voice was raspy, her gaze glowing as she smiled down at the woman in her arms. She had been the one to start the kiss, and she was the one to end it too.

Qingqing was still catching her breath. Hearing Li Ju’s teasing tone, she deliberately refused to answer—punishment, perhaps, for Li Ju’s reckless words earlier about life and death.

Seeing she was being ignored, Li Ju tipped her chin up with a hand, forcing her to meet her gaze.

There she was—seductive, mischievous, eyes half-lidded and gleaming like a fox spirit in disguise, her smile brimming with dangerous allure. She dipped to steal another peck, murmuring against her lips:
“What is it? Still angry? Or does jiejie think I’ve gone too far again?”

Qingqing’s face burned scarlet. In this relationship she was already the weaker one and always indulging, always spoiling Li Ju. That earlier cold scolding had been the harshest thing she’d ever managed. Against Li Ju, she had no real defenses. One kiss, and all her fire melted into nothing.

But Li Ju, crafty as ever, refused to let her off easy. Her hand slid to Qingqing’s waist, fingers pressing through the thin fabric, teasing—threatening to go further.

Leaning close to her ear, Li Ju whispered in a voice that prickled with wicked charm:
“If kissing isn’t enough to cool your anger, then… maybe I should offer myself to jiejie instead? You seemed to enjoy it just now, didn’t you? If I give myself to you, maybe you’ll love me even more. What do you think?”

Qingqing’s body softened like cotton in her arms, pliant, trembling.
Her eyes lifted, pleading.
“Xiaoju… isn’t this… a little too fast?”

Li Ju chuckled, her face radiant and bright, but her tone carried deliberate provocation. She guided Qingqing’s burning hand against her own chest, lips curving into a mischievous smile.
“Or is it that you don’t want me? That you don’t even like me? That kiss just now… was it only because I forced you?”

Her voice faltered, her smile turning brittle. She pulled back, feigning a sorrowful laugh.
“I see… it’s just me being foolish. Just me offending you. I should’ve known. I’ll stay far away from you from now on.”

Qingqing panicked, clutching her tightly, words tumbling out in desperation.
“No—that’s not it! You’re wrong. I like you, Xiao Ju. I love you. For so long now, I’ve carried this feeling… You’ve always been the person I saw the most, the one I never wanted to leave. Even if you hated me, even if you resented me, I would still stay. I know you’ve blamed me, thought me a thief who stole Mother’s attention. But even then, I was glad to know you, because you gave me something I never had—safety.”

Her voice cracked with long-buried secrets. She held Li Ju tightly, tears spilling freely, gratitude and longing mingled in every word.

She remembered. How Li Ju had fought for her, supported her, shielded her career path when others tried to sabotage it.

This bond, this tangle of shared years was unbreakable.

And when Li Ju, half-joking, tried to pull away, Qingqing kissed her with desperate reverence, whispering fiercely:
“Don’t leave me. Please. Even if you hurt me, even if you drove a car straight at me, I still wouldn’t blame you. Xiao Ju, I really, really love you.”

The weight of a single tear on her skin nearly crushed Li Ju’s heart. She rarely cried herself, but this—this pulled something raw and unbearable from her chest.

She hastily brushed the tears away, scolding in a trembling voice:
“Nonsense! Why would I ever crash into you? Stop talking such nonsense, or I’ll really get angry!”

Her chest ached, overwhelmed with the sour, swelling pressure of something like pain, something like tenderness. Unable to explain it, she buried her face into Qingqing’s shoulder and mumbled, “I like you too. You’ve always been the most special to me. Don’t say things like that again—you’ll only make me sad.”

Qingqing’s tears turned into shaky laughter as she clung even tighter.
“Really? You really like me?”

“I do. I really do,” Li Ju said without hesitation. “I may have lost my memories, but I’m not an idiot. I know what my heart tells me. Dad and Grandma give me trust. Mother—I can take or leave her. But you… you’re different. When I see you, I’m happy. When I don’t, I feel like I’ve lost something precious. That has to be love. If I had to put it in words… you’re the only one in my world of love.”

Qingqing said nothing—she only held her tighter, her silence trembling with tears.

“Crying again?” Li Ju teased softly. “Silly thing… why cry?”

“I just… want to hide you away,” Qingqing whispered.

Li Ju laughed, lightening the mood. “Hide me? I’m a delicate creature, you know. I need good food, good sleep… At the very least, a villa. Don’t you dare stick me in a basement—damp, creepy, probably full of cockroach squads—ugh, gives me chills just thinking about it.”

That drew a muffled laugh through Qingqing’s tears.

Li Ju pressed her closer, her voice softening. “It’s my fault, isn’t it? I didn’t give you enough security. But no matter what you’re like, no matter what shadows you have—I’ll accept you. I chose to kiss you. That means I’ve already chosen everything that comes with you.”

“Thank you…” Qingqing sobbed, overwhelmed.

This time, it was Li Ju’s turn to feel shy. She hadn’t done anything extraordinary, just spoken her truth. But with Qingqing crying like that, she felt she had to soothe her somehow.

So she stroked her back like one would a child, murmuring, “You’re amazing, you know. So amazing that next to you, I feel full of flaws. Maybe I should change a little…”

“No!” Qingqing’s answer was immediate, fierce. “You’re perfect, Xiaoju. You don’t need to change anything.”

That had Li Ju grinning again, basking in the warmth. She whined playfully, “Then I won’t change at all. I’m not that bad, right? Hardly any flaws at all…”

“None,” Qingqing said firmly. “You have no flaws.”

How could Li Ju resist that? She practically bounced, eyes sparkling, lips already tilting toward another kiss.
“So cute—I want to kiss you again!”

This time, Qingqing took the lead, leaning in first.

Love was complicated—sweet and sour, tender and sharp, a flavor that intoxicated, addictive. Not just for humans either. Even Aci, the little creature hidden within, couldn’t resist the taste of it.

It lived on scent. And ever since it began sharing Li Ju’s body, it had grown drunk on this new diet of love. Tonight, it was already stuffed, dizzy with indulgence, muttering faintly before slipping into oblivion:

【Hic… don’t stop! More kissing! Mwah mwah mwah!】

Li Ju cursed silently in her head. Mwah your big-headed ghost!

But she didn’t spare more thought for the creature.

The dim lighting, the warmth of skin against skin, the faint rustle of blankets being drawn up to shield against the chill—Li Ju was too busy keeping Qingqing safe, too busy soaking in the sweetness of the moment.

Tonight was theirs.
A night of tenderness, of heat, of sweetness that lingered like a dream.

*******

The private hospital’s garden was lush with greenery, carefully cultivated so that even in winter one could see fresh bursts of green.

She had come today to pick up Tang Ping. At her side clung the ever-present Tang Qingqing, while on the other side, Tang Ruru was making yet another attempt to strike up conversation.

“Xiao Ju, can we talk?” Ruru’s voice carried a forced maturity. With the family in shambles, she seemed to have aged overnight. Her career was a mess, her once-proud family business was on the verge of collapse, and she had finally learned the brutal truth of when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. For years, she had enjoyed the shelter of the Li family’s influence. Now, with the Lis publicly distancing themselves, the Tang business had gone into freefall. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time before they were finished.

Hidden behind dark sunglasses and dressed head-to-toe in a black trench coat, Ruru was almost unrecognizable.

Li Ju kept her hands in her pockets, her gaze cool, a faintly mocking smile at the corner of her lips.
“There’s nothing for us to talk about. In food production, the most basic thing is quality. Your parents never cared about that. If you won’t save yourselves, what could I possibly do for you? Don’t forget—the Lis only ever looked after your family because of my mother. Be content, Ruru.”

Ruru’s lips pressed together, humiliation written all over her face. She wanted to argue, but the approach of a stranger made her nervous. She tilted her head away, hiding behind the sunglasses.

Beside her, Qingqing brushed Li Ju’s arm, wordless but clear in her meaning. Li Ju allowed it, glancing back at Ruru with a smile edged in steel.
“I wasn’t going to say anything, but my sister insists, so listen carefully, and don’t say I never warned you.”

She spoke evenly, each word striking like a hammer:
“The Tang family has no way to salvage the company. People are already boycotting your products online. The business was bleeding money for years; this scandal only sped things up. Billions gone, just like that. Whether the company’s bought out or collapses outright, that’s your parents’ mess to clean up. Since you and I are kin, I’ll give you two pieces of advice: guard your personal assets, don’t pour them into a sinking ship. And if you must marry, don’t do it blindly—check who you’re marrying first.”

Li Ju’s tone carried no regret. Everything that had happened was of the Tang family’s own making. She hadn’t fabricated anything, hadn’t schemed. It was simply their rot catching up with them. Even if she hadn’t lifted a finger, they were already headed for the cliff.

Ruru gave a bitter laugh. “You don’t understand, Li Ju. I don’t have a choice.”

Li Ju sneered. “Your father ruined my mother’s life for years. Don’t tell me you were blind to that. If she had met a worse man, do you know what would have become of her? I’m done wasting breath—believe me or don’t.”

She shot a glance at Qingqing, as if to say: See? This is the one you wanted me to be gentle with. A waste of effort.

“Xiao Ju!” Qingqing hurried to match her quickened steps. This time, she didn’t try to argue, simply fell in line with whatever pace Li Ju set.

Ruru’s teeth clenched. “Tang Qingqing, aren’t you even a little worried about your family falling apart?”

At that, Li Ju stopped, her hand slipping casually onto Qingqing’s shoulder. She didn’t need to say anything—the gesture itself was enough to send a warning sharp as glass.

Qingqing’s usual coolness softened into something warmer, a smile playing at her lips as she answered in her calm, lilting voice:
“And why should I help? Over the years, I never took a single coin from the Tang family. I never enjoyed any of your so-called advantages. It was the Li family that raised me. If you want to put it bluntly, I’ve been eating Ju’s food, drinking her water, sleeping under her roof. When there were benefits, I wasn’t included. Now that you’re in trouble, suddenly I’m supposed to play a role?”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her waist-length black hair framing her delicate features. Dressed in understated warm tones, she looked so serene and graceful it was no wonder Li Ju had kissed her several times before they even left the house.

Li Ju arched a brow and added with deliberate mischief, “Hear that? I raised her myself. Why on earth would I let my girl run errands for your family? Keep dreaming.”

For the first time, Tang Ruru felt the sting of utter defeat. She had always looked down on Qingqing, never once truly treated her as family. She had even bullied her out of jealousy for the scraps of affection Aunt Tang gave her—only for Li Ju to always catch her in the act. To Ruru, Qingqing was just a sycophant, shamelessly clinging to Li Ju’s side. And yet somehow, in the end, she had become the one Li Ju would protect at all costs.

Back then, Ruru had laughed at her for living like a lackey. Only now did she realize—if this is what it means to be Li Ju’s dog… maybe it isn’t such a bad life. After all, hadn’t her own family spent decades being someone else’s hound? The only difference was that she barked louder.

Straightening her coat, Ruru forced her composure back into place. “You’re right. I was presumptuous.”

Li Ju’s smile was razor-sharp. “Anything else? If not—get lost.”

“Is the Tang family really beyond saving?” Ruru asked softly.

Li Ju tilted her head. “Unless you’ve got a miracle up your sleeve, you’d better start preparing for bankruptcy.”

“I understand,” Ruru said bitterly. “I’ve embarrassed myself enough for one day. Tang Qingqing—you’re lucky. Without Li Ju, you’d be me.”

Li Ju chuckled. “Wrong. Even without me, Qingqing would never be you.”

Ruru didn’t believe her. With a sigh, she admitted, “Soon I’ll go on the blind dates my parents set up. I can’t just watch everything crumble.”

Qingqing pressed her lips together, regret flashing in her eyes. Li Ju, though, looked entirely disinterested.

Then Ruru glanced at Qingqing, before saying to Li Ju, “By now, my parents should already be meeting Uncle.”

Li Ju blinked, amused. “So it’s an all-out assault—kids sent to deal with me, the elders sent to beg mine?”

Ruru’s mouth twisted. “At a time like this, who still has the luxury of pride?”

Qingqing’s brows furrowed. Her instincts told her that look Ruru had given her carried some hidden weight. “What exactly are they planning?” she asked.

Ruru was blunt. “Your household registration. They’re hoping Uncle will help, for your sake.”

Qingqing’s face tightened with guilt. She whispered, “Xiao Ju, I’ve dragged you into my family’s mess.”

“Relax,” Li Ju replied lazily. “If my dad can’t handle something this small, I’ll be the first to suggest Grandma knock some sense into him.”

Ruru’s nose stung, but she held her tears back. Instead, she lingered a few steps behind as they walked on.

Why was it that ever since Li Ju’s amnesia, Tang Qingqing’s standing had soared? It was ridiculous. She thought she saw favoritism in Li Ju’s eyes—and the jealousy cut her raw.

She wiped her tears quickly and trailed after them to the ward.

The three of them walked in silence until Li Ju finally laid eyes on Tang Ping, supported by a nurse.

“Mom,” she said coolly.

Tang Ping was gaunt, her once-proud beauty now withered by grief. Years wasted on the wrong love had hollowed her out. Li Ju lowered her gaze, unable to bear it. A lifetime of bitterness, and in the end, Tang Ping realized she had loved and hated all the wrong people.

Her cloudy eyes lifted to her daughter, tall and poised, radiating self-possession. Her face stiffened, losing all the softness she’d shown the nurses.
“You came yourself?”

Li Ju smirked. “What, you expected me to send a ghost to fetch you?”

Tang Ping choked, words dying in her throat.

Qingqing hurried to smooth things over. She knelt gracefully, adjusting the blanket over Tang Ping’s knees. “Mama, Xiao Ju canceled a meeting just to pick you up today. She even asked the housekeeper to make some of your favorite dishes.”

Tang Ping’s lips trembled, guilt swimming in her eyes. She had never known how to face this daughter. For years, she had resented her simply for existing as a reminder of the man who had ruined her life.

She squeezed Qingqing’s hand, her voice lowering. “You’re the only one willing to stand between us when things get ugly. Xiao Ju, don’t bully Qingqing so much. If she leaves you, no one else will be able to put up with you.”

Qingqing smiled faintly, her gaze flicking to Li Ju, amusement dancing in her eyes.

But then Tang Ping went on, “Qingqing, you’ve always refused arranged marriages. I happen to know a few suitable young men. Now that I’ve got time, why don’t I take you and Ruru to meet them?”

Li Ju had promised herself on the way here that she wouldn’t fight with her mother. She’d endure, for the sake of peace.

But this—this she couldn’t swallow. Not when her girlfriend was being casually handed over like a bargaining chip.

Leaning against the doorframe, her stance casual, Li Ju smiled sweetly and fired back:
“You really are my mom. But don’t you dare ruin Qingqing for me. She’s my hard-won girlfriend. Don’t you try to say she seduced me—it was me who seduced her, me who begged to crawl into her bed. Your daughter’s been plotting against me for ages!”

Tang Ping: “…”

Tang Ruru nearly applauded. She shot Qingqing a look of pure admiration. And here I thought she was the lackey… Turns out she’s the boss’s favorite.

The nurse, trying to make herself invisible, thought in horror:

 This… this level of family drama… am I even supposed to be hearing this?

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