The Villain I Loved Has Broken Free and Transmigrated Out of the Story - Chapter 21

“…What do you mean ‘straight’? I’m talking serious business here! Don’t get the wrong idea!”

After a brief pause, Cen Xiang continued, “If suppressing emotions and desires was meant to lessen her pain, you should be able to imagine the consequences of releasing those restraints even better than I can.”

A shiver ran down Yin Ya’s spine.

She remembered all the tragic backstory she’d given Cang Lanyan. Suppressing emotions and desires was actually a form of protection for her. A thousand years was a long time, and carrying such vivid memories of every event would have been too heavy a burden.

And if Cang Lanyan ever discovers that Yin Ya is the “Creator God” who wrote her tragic fate…

Yin Ya didn’t dare dwell on the thought. “Should I stop her from reading books like this?” she asked urgently.

“Can you really stop her?” Cen Xiang retorted.

“I… I might be able to?” Yin Ya said uncertainly. “Or maybe I should keep books like this with you for now?”

“That’s too obvious,” Cen Xiang pointed out. “Why would all the other books be fine, but these specific ones be missing? Besides, she’s too smart. Once she learns to use a phone and type, she’ll find e-books herself sooner or later.”

“What should I do then?” Yin Ya asked anxiously. “Why does it sound like there’s no solution?”

“You can’t control her. All you can do is keep your guard up, maintain emotional and physical distance, and protect yourself,” Cen Xiang said gravely. “Unless you genuinely fall in love with her, want to ‘convert’ yourself and her into a romantic relationship, and use that love to dispel her hatred and heal her wounds, don’t be too kind to her, and don’t give her the impression you’re ‘conquerable’! Otherwise, you’ll be deceiving her feelings!”

Yin Ya agreed repeatedly. After hanging up the WeChat call, she stared at the densely packed text in the document, feeling overwhelmed.

Is indulging the Big Villain’s every request being too kind to her?

Though she hesitated, Yin Ya decided to write down as much common knowledge as she could. After checking it twice, she saved a copy and converted it to traditional Chinese characters to make it easier for Cang Lanyan to read. Then, she carried her laptop out of the bedroom and headed to the living room to print it.

When she arrived, she found Cang Lanyan standing by the tightly shut window, gazing outside. The ribbon that had been wrapped around her arm was gone, making her look somewhat unfamiliar.

Seeing the computer desk and swivel chair empty, Yin Ya walked over, placed her laptop on the desk, and retrieved a wireless printer from a drawer. She positioned it near Cang Lanyan, turned it on, and connected it to the document.

Hearing the printer’s faint mechanical sounds, Cang Lanyan turned around and glanced down at it.

Noticing her movement, Yin Ya instinctively wanted to explain, but remembering Cen Xiang’s warning, she swallowed the words and returned her gaze to the document, pretending she hadn’t seen anything.

When the Big Villain doesn’t ask, it’s best not to take the initiative.

Yin Ya initially felt awkward, worried that the Big Villain might get angry about her taking the seat. But reality proved her concerns unfounded. Cang Lanyan simply stood quietly to the side, observing the unfamiliar device with her own eyes.

Yin Ya sat while Cang Lanyan stood. The printer churned out sheets of paper with a rhythmic clatter. A faint minty scent lingered in the air, enveloping Yin Ya. With every breath, she caught the refreshing aroma.

The minty scent should have been invigorating, yet Yin Ya found herself growing drowsy the longer she breathed it in. Daring not to fall asleep with the computer running under the Big Villain’s watchful gaze, she pulled open a drawer, grabbed a piece of dark chocolate, peeled off the wrapper, and raised it to her lips.

Before the chocolate could even touch her lips, she felt a chill on her fingers. A slender stream of transparent spiritual power gently brushed her hand aside and snatched the chocolate away.

Yin Ya stared at Cang Lanyan in shock. The woman opened her mouth and caught the chocolate as it was swept toward her by the spiritual power, popping the entire piece into her mouth. Yin Ya’s head filled with question marks, her drowsiness instantly evaporating.

How could the Big Villain steal someone’s candy?!

No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than Cang Lanyan frowned, pulled out a tissue, and spat the chocolate onto it. “What is this?”

She looked like she’d been bittered.

“It’s a sweet treat called chocolate,” Yin Ya explained.

“A sweet treat?” Cang Lanyan repeated, her tone skeptical.

“Yeah, some chocolates are really sweet, but I prefer the less sweet dark chocolate like the one I just offered.” Yin Ya pulled open the drawer again and rummaged through the candy bag. After a moment, she found a chocolate with a liquor center—a special treat she usually saved for her childhood friend—and took one out. “Want to try this one?”

Cang Lanyan hesitated, then sent two strands of spiritual power to swiftly wrap around the bullet-shaped chocolate and peel off its wrapper.

Yin Ya casually grabbed a piece of dark chocolate for herself, savoring its bitter flavor as it melted in her mouth while she organized the printed common knowledge materials.

“I’ve compiled some practical information here. If you’re interested, I can show you the real-world examples.” She bound the documents and placed them beside Cang Lanyan, then added after a moment’s thought, “These are based on my own memories and experiences, and I’ve included both languages. Feel free to pick the ones you want to read.”

With chocolate still in her mouth, Cang Lanyan nodded slightly. She picked up the materials but, instead of flipping through them rapidly with her spiritual power as she would with a book, she manually turned each page one by one.

Yin Ya closed her laptop, watching Cang Lanyan read. She felt somewhat anxious, worried that Cang Lanyan might misunderstand the meaning of the words due to cultural differences, yet also afraid that her straightforward writing might provoke disdain.

“…Not bad,” Cang Lanyan commented after a few minutes. “However, the Human Clan’s rules are truly excessive.”

“To live peacefully here, you have to follow all sorts of rules,” Yin Ya replied, pretending not to hear the unspoken criticism while subtly implying her point.

“If you’re not strong enough, peace is just a self-deceiving illusion,” Cang Lanyan said calmly.

Yin Ya wasn’t sure what Cang Lanyan was thinking, but the statement itself was true, so she nodded. “You’re right.”

Cang Lanyan suddenly turned to look at her, her gaze complex and unreadable.

Yin Ya felt a little flustered under her stare, wondering if she was being judged for eating chocolate. She quickly finished chewing, drank some water to rinse her mouth, and only met Cang Lanyan’s gaze again after confirming no chocolate residue remained.

“Is there something you don’t understand?” she asked.

“Not right now,” Cang Lanyan replied, but the lingering doubt in her eyes betrayed her.

The longer they stared at each other, the more Yin Ya’s unease grew. She couldn’t help but ask again, “Are you sure? Even just a word you don’t understand?”

Just as she finished speaking, the Big Villain, who had been standing ramrod straight, suddenly leaned forward, her icy-white hair cascading down in front of her.

“You’re the only one I don’t understand,” Cang Lanyan said, her breath carrying a faint rum aroma as she leaned in close.

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