The Villain Has A Yuri Halo [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 29: (End of World 1)

As for Gao Sheng, Tang Qingqing had long since cast him out of her mind. If not for that sudden news alert today, in the midst of her happiness and sweetness, she would hardly have thought of the man called Gao Sheng again.

That fleeting echo she thought she heard just now scattered like mist in the wind. One moment she remembered its words; the next, it was gone as though it had never been.

A brief confusion clouded her gaze. She blinked, trying to hold onto the thought.

Hmm? It feels like I’ve forgotten something important.

Her brows knit faintly, but before she could sink deeper into unease, her eyes wandered—unconsciously—to the side profile of Li Ju. The moment she caught that soft, tender smile in those eyes, all her doubts dissolved.

So be it. Some strange lapses happen in daily life; maybe when the time is right, whatever she’d forgotten would resurface.

“Why’s my sister dazing off?”

“Don’t tell me… you’re mesmerized by me?”

Li Ju praised her own beauty with a straight face. Qingqing, perfectly complicit, nodded solemnly. “That’s right. You guessed correctly.”

The delight in Li Ju’s eyes lit up her exquisite face, making her look at once vivid and captivating. She teased, “I swear, my skin’s getting thicker by the day—your fault, of course.”

Qingqing answered with guileless sincerity, “But I was telling the truth.”

In her heart, Li Ju was flawless—everywhere, always. If Li Ju spoiled her with partiality, then Qingqing’s response was unreserved indulgence. In the past, when their relationship had been undefined, she might have hidden her adoration. But now? Now they were engaged, and her little thoughts spilled out everywhere. She couldn’t stop herself from wanting to praise Li Ju morning, noon, and night.

Li Ju pressed a palm to her own cheek. What the—was her face… hot? Was this seriously her blushing?

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Meanwhile, inside the parasite’s quiet little realm…

【This is the perfect moment! The parasite should pin her down for a deep, passionate kiss! Hehehehe.】

Since their hearts had aligned, A’Ci had been falling asleep more often than not. It wasn’t the constant bystander it had imagined. Instead, one meal of their “love energy” could knock it out for half a month. The poor thing cried about it endlessly. To it, the budding romance between Tang Qingqing and Li Ju was its prime entertainment—first just kisses, then all those red-faced intimacies beyond kissing…

But the most mysterious step? It had never seen.

Because the moment their lips touched, sleep dragged it under without fail.

Frustrating for A’Ci. A relief for Li Ju.

After all, she wasn’t twisted enough to want a spectator while she kissed her fiancée.

“You sure you want us to kiss right now? Didn’t you just wake up a few days ago?”

【No, no, no! This time I won’t fall asleep! I’ll savor it slowly—little sips instead of swallowing it whole!】

Li Ju scoffed. “That’s not like you. Gulping everything down is more your brand.”

【Wha—! I’ve been gone so long, and you don’t miss me even a little?】

“Oh, I do. In fact, without you around, getting intimate with my sister feels so much freer.”

【Y-you’re saying I’m an eyesore!】

“No, I’m giving you constructive criticism. I get that you don’t want to overload and pass out again, but some moments—some—you’ll need to excuse yourself. Understood?”

【Please, I’m just a flower. What’s there to hide from?】

Li Ju arched a brow. Reasoning never worked with A’Ci. Threats did. Specifically, threats involving the thing it wanted most—love energy.

“You still want to grow, don’t you? Don’t ruin yourself for a few stolen crumbs. I’m not saying vanish forever—just step back at the right times. If you won’t… well, I’ll just take that business trip abroad. Could be three, five years before I’m back.”

【No way! You… you wouldn’t leave Tang Qingqing like that!】

“That depends on whether you cooperate.”

She offered no hint of her own feelings, only that slow, deliberate pressure. A’Ci panicked. The bluff worked. It caved, hastily promising obedience.

Li Ju’s lips curved ever so slightly as she exaggerated her praise until the little thing was giddy with satisfaction, not even realizing it had been played.

Carrot and stick. Works every time.

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“Elder sister,” Li Ju suddenly sighed with mock severity. “I think I’m the most pitiful woman alive.”

Qingqing hid a smile. “Oh? And why’s that?”

“Because I’m pitiful, what else? Unless… unless you’d comfort me. Then I’d turn into the happiest woman in the world.”

Qingqing broke into laughter, yielding at last. She leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek.

Familiar warmth, familiar scent. Yes—Li Ju truly was the happiest woman alive.

“Come on, let’s go home.”

She couldn’t wait to bring Qingqing back to the place that was theirs alone, their safe harbor.

The world brimmed with colors, but the two of them were a shade all their own. Because they existed, the world was brighter, more alive.

In this moment, there were no villains, no puppeteers pulling strings.

 Only two women in love.

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Far away, in another city, tragedy played out under the cold glare of hospital lights. After hours, the lamps outside the operating room finally dimmed. A weary doctor emerged.

A middle-aged man rushed forward, eyes frantic. He glanced at his unconscious son on the stretcher, then turned to the doctor, hands trembling. “Doctor, how is he? My boy… he’s alive, isn’t he?”

“He’s stable,” the doctor said carefully. “But… we couldn’t save his right leg. He’ll need long-term rehabilitation. You must watch his emotions closely. That will make all the difference.”

Gao Bo-ren’s eyes filled with anguish. His son who once full of promise was reduced to this. Darkness washed over him, and he would have collapsed if not for the doctor’s steadying hand.

Even so, he rasped out with stubborn resolve: “Doctor, no matter the cost. I’ll pay it. As long as my son can stand again, money ia not an issue.”

The doctor gave a nod of sympathy and moved on. Another surgery awaited.

Left behind, Gao Bo-ren slumped on the bench. His face was pale and his eyes were red with rage. His son raged in the ward; the nurses whispered of his outbursts, too wary to intervene yet.

Eventually, Bo-ren staggered out, hollowed and sickly from the weight of it all. The nurses urged him again to soothe his son, but all he could offer was a bitter nod. He couldn’t bear the room any longer. He needed air.

To him, all of this misery traced back to the Li family. He remembered too clearly the humiliation at Li Zhen’s hands. Once, Tang Ping’s elder brother had given him money, and he’d dared to dream of success. But Li Zhen had crushed him, beaten him, and finally forced him out of the city.

Now Li Zhen’s family had ruined his son as well.

Grinding his teeth, he pulled out an old number, one he hadn’t dialed in years.

“Hello? Who is this?”

Bo-ren drew on his cigarette, voice hoarse. “Pingping. It’s me.”

On the other end, Tang Ping froze, her blood running cold.

“…So it’s you.”

Hatred surged where love had once lived. She cut him off before he could weave excuses. She was no longer the naïve woman who’d lived for romance. Too many years, too many betrayals—by family, by lovers had hardened her.

“You dare call me? Gao Bo-ren, you’re filth. Less than human! You think I don’t know what you and my brother did? You think I don’t know? What is it—looking to drag me into some tawdry affair? Or is it just that you’ve finally realized you’re useless? Can’t earn a cent on your own, so you fall back on selling out women?”

Her words lashed without mercy.

Li Ju, watering flowers nearby, paused, eyes widening. She abandoned the can entirely and leaned over the railing, openly eavesdropping with bright curiosity. When she heard the name “Gao Bo-ren,” it all clicked.

Tang Ping raged until her chest eased, then snapped the call off and blocked the number entirely. She muttered a few more curses under her breath, just the thought of him made her feel tainted.

Bo-ren, on the other end, broke into a cold sweat. Whatever schemes he’d imagined shriveled. He didn’t dare push her further now, fearing retaliation.

And when Tang Ping finally looked up, she found her daughter’s knowing gaze, eyes crinkled with laughter were fixed on her. Flustered, Tang Ping smoothed her hair, unsure how much Li Ju had seen… or heard.

“Ms. Tang.”

Before Li Ju could say anything, Tang Ping had already confessed.

Flustered, she rushed out:
“I don’t know why Gao Bo-ren contacted me, but I can’t stand him. You heard it yourself. I cursed him bloody, didn’t let him get a word in. That’s quick reflexes and good performance, right? I didn’t let him latch on to me. So, Xiao Ju, don’t tell your dad about this, alright?”

Li Ju tilted her head with a teasing smile.
“Ms. Tang, I never said I’d tattle. Why are you looking at me like a guilty kid begging me not to?”

“You little brat! Even dare to laugh at your own mother. Out, out, out! Don’t get in my way while I’m planting flowers.”

Li Ju’s brows curved, laughter hiding in her eyes.
“This is me and Qingqing’s home, though. If you kick me out, where exactly am I supposed to go?”

After their engagement, she and Qingqing had moved out, leaving their old villa behind. That villa had gone to Tang Ping, and during the divorce settlement with Li Zhen, everything had been split down the middle. Tang Ping only kept what was hers by right and handed the rest straight to Li Ju.

Something had softened in Tang Ping since then. She was no longer sharp-tongued and restless, no longer constantly bristling with resentment. Instead, she had somehow learned to settle her heart in the quiet act of planting flowers—something no one who knew her in the past would ever have imagined.

She swept her gaze over the bare garden. Indeed, it was Li Ju and Qingqing’s home now; her own villa was the one with vines climbing thick over the walls.

Clearing her throat, she found herself an excuse.
“These white roses need to be planted quickly, otherwise they’ll just wilt.”

Li Ju laughed, her eyes gleaming.
“Oh? Ms. Tang, weren’t you against me planting white roses? What made you change your mind this time?”

The reminder soured Tang Ping’s expression at once.

Hands on hips, she scolded,
“Do you know how pitiful it is for a mother? I can’t control you anymore, fine. But now I have to listen to you and watch your moods, like I’m the daughter and you’re the mom! Tell me, who’s who here?”

Li Ju blinked, her smile turning syrupy sweet.
“If you want to call me Mom, I’ll answer.”

Tang Ping nearly choked on her breath. Why had she come here, of all places?

…Forget it. Not worth arguing with this kid.

She bent down, picked up the watering can, and busied herself. Once, she would’ve scoffed at such chores. Now, it felt almost like a kind of peace.

But Li Ju? Of course she wasn’t the type to let things slide.

So she promptly picked up the phone and called Li Zhen.
“Dad, did something happen with Gao Sheng? His father just called to harass Mom.”

Li Zhen told her the story: the car accident, the drunk driving, the leg that couldn’t be saved.

Li Ju’s brows arched in disbelief.
“He really… got into an accident? And because he was drunk? …Unbelievable. He almost got hit by a drunk driver himself once, and now he’s become one.”

Her father’s voice was even, but he admitted quietly:
“Your mother’s reaction was better than I expected.”

“Dad, Ms. Tang isn’t a masochist. Once she knew the truth, of course she wasn’t going to pour her heart out for Gao Sheng’s father.”

The father-daughter conversation ended there. For Li Ju, Gao Sheng’s fate stirred no real ripple. Not worth her attention.

She tugged on a sunhat and went down to help Tang Ping with the planting. She wasn’t the most dutiful daughter, but it didn’t feel right to leave her mother working alone.

That was when Tang Ping’s spade struck something hard.

“Xiao Ju, come quick! I think I dug up something. I think it’s a bomb?”

Li Ju pinched her brow.
“Mom, this used to be a normal residential block before the villas were built. How could there be a bomb?”

She tied the ribbon of her hat with deliberate slowness, then came to take the spade from her mother. The spring sun spilled warmly over the walls, vines swaying gently in the breeze.

Elegant even with her sleeves rolled up and dirt under her nails, Li Ju began to dig.

Soon, something emerged: a faded leather suitcase.

Tang Ping frowned, tilting her head.
“I feel like I’ve seen this before.”

“Mom, you hid this here?”

“Of course not! This villa was your coming-of-age gift, I didn’t even have the keys back then. How could I have been here?”

Li Ju’s voice was casual, but her words were edged.
“True. You were busy shopping with Tang Ruru that day instead of coming to my birthday.”

Tang Ping ducked her head, embarrassed until suddenly she looked up, startled.
“Xiao Ju… you remembered?”

Li Ju smiled faintly, brushing dirt from the case.
“No, I didn’t. But I have someone by my side who remembers everything about me. Qingqing’s the one who picked this villa for us to live in.”

Something clicked in Tang Ping’s mind.
“Wait—that’s it! This looks just like the suitcase Qingqing had when she left the orphanage.”

Li Ju’s fingers softened, stroking the leather with care.
“…Yes. It’s hers.”

“Shall we open it?”

Li Ju shook her head.
“If it were abandoned, maybe. But this belongs to her. I’d never open it without her.”

The flowers could wait. Both women found themselves staring at the suitcase, curiosity gnawing but respect holding them back.

Tang Ping broke the spell with a sigh.
“Fine. Why don’t the three of us have dinner together tonight?”

Li Ju’s lips curved into a wicked smile.
“Dear Ms. Tang, I don’t like lightbulbs. Even if you are my mother.”

Defeated, Tang Ping stormed off in her car.

Left alone, Li Ju hummed softly as she cleaned the dirt from the case. Dinner would be prepared by the housekeeper, but the wine—deep ruby in tall glasses—was her own, brewed years ago.

She checked the clock, then went to the door to wait.

And when the woman she’d been waiting for all day finally walked through it, Li Ju swept Qingqing straight into her arms.

“Welcome home, wifey.”

“It’s only been a day. Did you miss me that much?”

She kissed her lips, eased her out of her coat, and wrapped her close.
“Of course I missed you. What about you, hm?”

“Missed you,” Qingqing laughed softly. “And you?”

“Missed you here. And here.” Li Ju tapped her head, then pressed her palm over her heart.

She knew exactly how to melt Qingqing. And Qingqing—unable to resist—pulled her into a kiss that was all heat and tenderness.

They hadn’t seen each other in a single day, but it felt like a year apart.

Even poor A’Ci, their unwilling parasite spectator, was force-fed so much sugar it groaned in protest.

【Ahhh! Too much! I’m going to faint again—sleep mode activated!】

“Quit pretending,” Li Ju muttered against Qingqing’s lips.

【…Wait—?!】

But she’d already cut off its senses. No more interruptions.

Her gaze softened, brimming with warmth.
“Jiejie, I found a treasure today.”

“Oh?” Qingqing’s breath was still unsteady, her heart racing. “What kind of treasure?”

Li Ju led her by the hand to the polished suitcase.

Qingqing froze, then a smile slowly broke across her face.
“So you found it.”

“All thanks to Mom’s sudden gardening fever. She dug up your secret.”

A sly gleam danced in Qingqing’s eyes, making Li Ju want to kiss her all over again.
“Want to know what’s inside?”

“It must be Jie’s wish.”

Qingqing knelt, fingers deftly turning the lock. The code was Li Ju’s birthday.

Before opening it, she murmured, almost embarrassed:
“Fair warning—I’m not a creep.”

“What are you talking about?” Li Ju’s excitement glowed bright as a flame.

When they opened the suitcase, there’s just a single thing inside—just a envelope.

Li Ju picked it up gently. “May I?”

Qingqing nodded, unable to look, her heart in her throat.

The envelope was yellowed with age, the handwriting unmistakably hers.

Li Ju read aloud:
“To the future Xiao Ju—please open this letter.”

Tears welled as she tore it open and found only a few lines inside:

‘If you are reading this, could future Xiao Ju love me a little more each day?’

‘If this letter stays buried forever, it means my love was never meant to see the light, and the earth is my only confidant.’

‘I’m not lonely. No matter how I can stay by your side, it’s enough.’

‘I only wish for Xiao Ju to always be happy.’

‘Written at nineteen, by Tang Qingqing.’

Li Ju’s tears spilled hot onto the page, blurring the ink into shapes of love. She threw herself into Qingqing’s arms, her voice choked.
“This was from my birthday? That day?”

Qingqing nodded with a smile.
“Mm. I wrote it for you then.”

“I’m sorry… for making you wait so many years.”

Qingqing shook her head.
“That’s not what I want to hear.”

“I love you.”

Their lips met, sealing the words with a kiss.

And at last, the love letter had found its rightful reader.

Its wait was not in vain.

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