The Villain Has A Yuri Halo [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 28

“How could you two possibly be together?!”

The suffocating silence in the hospital room finally shattered with Tang Ping’s sharp voice. Her words were filled with disbelief and indignation, her eyes dark and cold as they pinned down Tang Qingqing, who stood with her head lowered, silent. It was clear Tang Ping’s fury was aimed at her, because she knew she had no sway over Li Ju. She had never been able to control her elder daughter, and she certainly didn’t have the confidence to start now.

The room was empty except for family. There’s no nurse, no attendant. Tang Ruru wisely chose to keep quiet, watching from the side without taking a stand.

Tang Ping had never changed her treatment of Qingqing. For years, she was nothing more than a doll to her—a doll Tang Ping might dress up when she was in a good mood, and shove into a dark cupboard when she wasn’t, leaving Qingqing to endure the cold silence on her own.

But today, Qingqing lifted her gaze, her voice calm yet resolute.
“Mom, why can’t we be together? Of course we can.”

Her eyes shone with conviction, her delicate features softened by the sunlight streaming in, giving her a beauty that was both gentle and unyielding. She didn’t shrink back this time, didn’t defer or retreat. She smiled softly, facing Tang Ping head-on.

A figure moved forward, tall and unflinching. Li Ju stepped in front of Qingqing, shielding her from Tang Ping’s cutting stare.

Hands in her pockets, she exuded effortless calm, her very presence brashly protective. Tang Ping’s face tightened, her tongue biting back harsher words as she tried, for once, to approach things calmly. But Li Ju had no such inclination.

With her usual arrogance, she sneered:
“Mom, let me put it this way. If you told me today that Qingqing was your biological daughter, I’d still go down this so-called forbidden path. Call it nonsense, call it what you want. I didn’t come here to beg your approval. I came to tell you.”

There was no softness in her tone, only steel. And yet, beneath that steel, her stance screamed one thing: no one touches Qingqing but me.

Tang Ping’s breath grew shallow with anger, her composure cracking under Li Ju’s defiance.
“Ridiculous! Everyone knows Qingqing is my adopted daughter. In outsiders’ eyes, you’re sisters. Do you understand how scandalous this is if word gets out?”

Li Ju laughed low, her eyes glinting with mischief. Tang Ping’s stomach dropped, knowing that laugh never boded well.
“Mom, you’re right, Qingqing’s adopted. But if we’re really talking about technicalities. She should’ve been registered under the Li family name. The only reason she’s under yours is because you resented me and my dad so much, you wanted another ‘Tang’ in the house. You thought it would make a point. Well, congratulations—it makes things a lot easier for me now.”

Tang Ping’s face froze, caught in her own past bitterness. She had forgotten her petty choices long ago.

But Li Ju wasn’t finished. No, she wanted to push the knife in further—and stake her claim publicly.

Casually, she slipped her hand onto Qingqing’s shoulder, her expression openly protective, almost smug.
“See, Mom? No blood ties. No shared household registration. Legally and morally, we’re in the clear. So instead of trying to tear us apart, shouldn’t you be celebrating our good news?”

And before Tang Ping could retort, Li Ju leaned in and kissed Qingqing’s cheek.

Qingqing flushed scarlet, her gentle smile flustered into something soft and radiant. Her eyes betrayed it all—the helpless fondness, the indulgence, the way she would let Li Ju wreak havoc as long as she was there to catch her.

Tang Ruru’s jaw dropped. Who else but Li Ju would dare pull this kind of stunt right in front of a parent?

Tang Ping’s face twisted. “You—!” But no words came.

Li Ju only tilted her chin, stubborn as ever. “Even if heaven itself comes knocking, I’m not backing down.”

Furious, Tang Ping jabbed a finger at her, then turned her glare onto Qingqing, whose quiet presence only stoked her ire further. Finally, with a sharp gesture, she ordered Ruru to wheel her out.

Li Ju relaxed instantly, tugging at Qingqing’s fingers, her gaze brimming with warmth as she murmured just for her:
“Don’t be scared, I’ve got you.”

But Qingqing wasn’t afraid—her heart ached more for Li Ju than for herself. Her lips curved into a small smile, eyes like crescents as she whispered back:
“I’m not afraid. I’ve known for a long time this road wouldn’t be easy. As long as you don’t cast me aside, I’ll walk it with you.”

Li Ju made a face, muttering, “Cast you aside? Please. You’re such a spoiled thing—bite you once and you whimper for hours, impossible to coax. Who’d dare give you up?”

Qingqing’s blush deepened, her elegance dissolving into a shy, sultry glow.

Li Ju, pleased to see that flicker of warmth instead of self-doubt, swung their linked hands playfully between them.

Ahead, Tang Ping seethed in silence, but behind her, Li Ju and Qingqing—ridiculously, tenderly—were lost in their own world.

*******

Later, in the old estate, under the weight of Tang Ping’s accusations, Li Ju stood tall before her grandmother Murong Ruo, while Qingqing’s soft gaze lingered loyally at her side.

When asked if she was forced, Qingqing didn’t falter. Her eyes glowed with quiet fire.
“Grandma, Li Ju treats me very well. She’s… she’s always been the one I wanted. I don’t have wealth or brilliance, but I have one thing no one else can match: I will be loyal to her. Always.”

Her voice rang clear and steady.

Li Ju’s heart twisted at that, pride and tenderness warring in her chest. She leaned close, eyes dancing as if to say: See? She chose me.

Murong Ruo’s sigh filled the room. “You’ve never spoken to me so much before. And now, it’s all for Li Ju.”

Li Ju grinned unrepentantly. “That’s because I’m worth it.”

Qingqing ducked her head, hiding the small smile that bloomed for Li Ju alone.

And in that moment, amidst disapproval, tension, and old wounds, the two of them stood shoulder to shoulder, their bond glowing brighter than any opposition.

“Of course, Grandma.”

“I heard from Little Ju that you make wonderful pastries. Do you think today I might be lucky enough to taste your coconut crisps, Qingqing?”

Tang Qingqing agreed without hesitation, her heart quietly glowing. The sweetness deepened when she realized that Li Ju must have mentioned this on purpose, planting her small talent in Murong Ruo’s heart to earn her favor. It was such a little thing, but Li Ju had thought of her.

While Grandma was easy to coax, Li Ju left that to Qingqing and braced herself for the thornier task: handling her mother.

“No need for you to push me. Let someone else do it.” Tang Ping’s voice was stiff, refusing to yield even while sitting in the wheelchair.

Li Ju said nothing, simply took hold and began pushing forward—too briskly. Tang Ping’s complaints grew more and more, until Li Ju clicked her tongue. “Sit tight, Mother.”

“What—”

She barely got the word out before Li Ju broke into a sprint, the wheelchair flying over the pathway. Tang Ping’s scream rang through the courtyard, sharp and endless.

“Careful! Don’t let your mother break her neck!” Murong Ruo scolded between laughter.

“Got it, Grandma!”

Murong Ruo shook her head, watching her daughter-in-law pale with fright, and said slyly to Tang Qingqing, “You see? Only Little Ju can handle her mother. Even A’Zhen can’t do a thing with Tang Ping.”

But Qingqing was Li Ju’s fiercest loyalist; in her eyes, Li Ju was untouchable. She smiled softly. “Little Ju is amazing.”

The sunlight was golden, the wind warm. And in that moment, so were people.

Qingqing’s eyes lingered on Li Ju’s back as she ran. If this was a dream, she thought, she would never wish to wake.

*******

“Teacher Tang!”

“Heading home, Teacher Tang?”

These days Qingqing carried a smile at the corners of her lips, and it left colleagues and students alike a little dazzled.

“Yes, it’s Friday. No classes this afternoon,” she answered warmly.

“Teacher Tang, you look like something wonderful has happened.”

She adjusted the vase on her desk, glancing at the fresh white roses—and at the ring shining faintly on her finger. “I just got engaged,” she said.

Gasps of excitement spread through the staffroom. “Engaged? Who, who? You never said a word!”

“My situation you all know. I was taken in as an orphan. When we got engaged it was just family, a simple meal together. So there wasn’t a public announcement. When we marry next year, I promise I’ll invite everyone.”

Her joy made her glow, and there was no faking the tenderness in her smile.

“Who is it then?”One colleague waggled her brows. “Is it Miss Li?”

She was the teacher who had once tried to stop Qingqing at the hospital after the accident. She knew more than the others, and she had kept it to herself.

“It’s her.”

“Congratulations! That’s wonderful!”

“Miss Li? Which Li family?”

“Li? That’s not a common surname. Wait, isn’t it said the family that took Tang in was the Li family from the top circles?”

Qingqing kept her tone light. “I was taken in by the Tang family. Little Ju and I grew up together.” It was true, though not the whole truth.

Another teacher leaned forward. “Wait. Could it be Li Ju, cousin of that Tang Ruru who left the entertainment industry to marry? Tang Ruru, Tang Qingqing… don’t tell me it’s all connected?”

Gossip of Li Ju had spread far and wide by now—heir to a powerful family, founder of her own fashion brand, with A-list stars at home and abroad wearing her designs. A genius, an icon. The name carried weight.

Qingqing’s silence was answer enough.

But one voice piped up sourly, “Careful, Teacher Tang. The rich play their games. The wife inside, the lovers outside. And you’re just a schoolteacher, what if you can’t even hold the position of the official wife?”

“Wu-laoshi, do you ever hear yourself? No wonder you’ve never once gotten the Excellent Teacher award,” someone muttered.

Qingqing only smiled, refusing to let the barbs touch her. “The wedding will be in spring, at a private estate. I’ll send invitations then, and I hope everyone will come to celebrate and eat your fill.”

“An estate?! I’ve never been to one. Teacher Tang, is it fun there?”

“Yes. There’s horse riding too. If anyone wants to learn, I can arrange a lesson.”

Laughter and cheers broke out. Everyone was caught up in the vision of her wedding, except Wu-laoshi, who flushed red as Qingqing added sweetly: “Oh, but since Wu-laoshi is afraid of heights, perhaps horseback riding wouldn’t be for you.”

The implication was clear: no invitation.

By the time Qingqing gathered her things to leave, the office was buzzing with chatter. Then there came a knock knock.

A timid student peeked in. “Teacher Tang… there’s a beautiful lady waiting for you at the school gates. She told me to say, if you don’t come down soon, she’ll starve to death.”

Qingqing burst into laughter, her eyes shining. The student blushed so hard she thought her heart might stop.

“Thank you,” Qingqing said gently.

“T-teacher, you’re too kind.” The girl’s crush deepened, sketching her secretly in her notebook even as the gossiping teachers pulled her aside for questions.

“Well? What does Teacher Tang’s fiancée look like? Beautiful?”

“She’s gorgeous,” the girl whispered, awed. “She said she’s Teacher Tang’s wife, and she even gave me a lollipop to pass the message!”

“Well well—so the fiancée herself comes to pick her up. Let’s see anyone talk nonsense now.”

Wu-laoshi slammed her chair back and stormed out, her pride in tatters.

But Qingqing was already gone, running into the waiting arms that had become her whole world.

“Xiao Ju!” She collided with Li Ju’s embrace, pinning her against the car.

Li Ju chuckled, stroking her hair. “Tired today, my wife?”

“No. What about you, Little Ju?”

“If my darling wife kisses me, all my tiredness will vanish,” Li Ju teased, voice warm and coaxing.

Strange, embarrassing nicknames but they tugged laughter out of Qingqing anyway. She leaned in and brushed Li Ju’s lips. “There. Fatigue, be gone.”

Li Ju laughed low in her chest. “One kiss isn’t nearly enough. Let’s go home and do it properly.”

Qingqing blushed, but her silence was its own consent.

Li Ju all but dragged her into the car, deepening the kiss until the windows fogged.

When she finally pulled back, wiping a trace of dampness from Qingqing’s lips, she murmured wickedly, “We could just do it here.”

“Li Ju!” Qingqing gasped, regaining a shred of sense.

“Fine, fine, we’ll go home.” Hands raised in surrender, Li Ju started the car with a sigh. What could she do? She could only spoil her.

Then a headline flashed on Qingqing’s phone. Almost without thinking, she tapped it open.

A news clip: paramedics, blood, glass. A face carried out on a stretcher—half-destroyed, unrecognizable to most, but not to her.

Gao Sheng.

Her eyes went wide. And in the ringing silence of her mind, a voice whispered;

【Congratulations. You have altered fate.】
【Remember—only by changing the villains can you change your destiny.】
【Good luck next time.】

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