The Villainous Sister-in-law Mistakenly Marked as the Heroine (Transmigration) - Chapter 22

At the foot of Rong Corporation’s building.

The moment Lin Qile and Rong Jing stepped out of the car, they heard the faint clicks of paparazzi cameras snapping photos nearby. Instinctively, Lin Qile wanted to bolt into the company building to avoid the reporters.

But just as she lifted her foot, Rong Jing grabbed her arm and interlaced their fingers tightly.

“What are you doing?”

Not daring to struggle too hard, Lin Qile could only whisper her question.

Rong Jing tightened her grip and lowered her voice. “Didn’t you say you’d help me protect my reputation?”

Oh, right!

She had almost forgotten that excuse. Quickly, Lin Qile squeezed Rong Jing’s hand in return, then as if that wasn’t enough, she wrapped an arm around her and leaned in close to her ear. “Let the paparazzi take a few shots. Then you can hire some internet trolls to post about it online. This whole thing will blow over soon.”

Rong Jing stiffened, her eyes flickering unnaturally.

She had never been this intimate with someone in public before.

“Not close enough?”

Lin Qile asked while reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Rong Jing’s ear. Her fingertip accidentally brushed against Rong Jing’s earlobe, startling her so much that she shoved Lin Qile away. “Enough.”

“Really? I can’t even see where the paparazzi are,” Lin Qile said, scanning their surroundings.

“They’re gone.”

Rong Jing strode into the building.

Lin Qile jogged after her, still looking around. “Hey, boss, how was my performance? Pretty convincing, right?”

Rong Jing suddenly stopped, nearly causing Lin Qile to crash into her.

She turned, a hint of coldness in her eyes. “Impressive. Should I send you to the entertainment industry to sell smiles?”

“No, no! I’ll just stick to acting alongside you.”

The moment they entered the lobby, all eyes turned toward them.

When they reached the office floor, Rong Jing walked up to her secretary. “I’m getting married at the end of the month. Reschedule my itinerary.”

The secretary was so shocked she froze for several seconds.

Unfazed, Rong Jing repeated, “It’s good news. Inform HR every employee gets a bonus this month.”

“…Yes.”

Rong Jing turned and entered her office, with Lin Qile trailing behind, waving cheerfully at the secretary.

The secretary stared after them until the door closed, then immediately pulled out her phone and posted in the company’s massive internal group chat.

Secretary to Young CEO Rong: Young CEO Rong is getting married at the end of the month! Company-wide bonuses for everyone!

The announcement sent the entire group into chaos.

[So, is Young CEO Rong really just Lin Qile’s tool for revenge against Rong Wanning? My goddess, my queen, I refuse to believe she’s just a pawn!]

[Don’t let the entertainment industry’s gossip sway you. Do you really think our Young CEO is the type to settle for being used? She’s the queen of omegas!]

Attached was a candid photo of Rong Jing in profile wearing a sharp suit, a slender cigarette between her fingers, one foot propped on a stool. Her delicate features paired with that effortlessly cool aura made her absolutely breathtaking.

[This alone crushes Rong Wanning by a thousand miles. Unless Lin Qile’s blind, she’d know who the real prize is!]

[Exactly. Ever since I joined this company and saw Young CEO Rong, no other omega has ever measured up!]

[I’m just a beta, so I know I’ve got no right to dream, but still—Young CEO Rong, my goddess!]

The company chat buzzed with fervent discussion.

Inside the office, Rong Jing held a cup of coffee, her slender fingers resting elegantly on the rim as she skimmed through a report.

Lin Qile also sat on the sofa with coffee in hand, but her gaze kept drifting toward the door. She fidgeted restlessly, as if sitting on pins and needles.

“Still not going to tell me the truth?”

She turned her head to see Rong Jing holding a cup of coffee, his gaze shifting from the report to her.

“I…”

Rong Jing leaned back lazily in his chair and smiled. “Do you really think I’d believe that nonsense? Did you really come to Rong Corporation just for my reputation?”

“Of course! What other reason could there be?”

She giggled awkwardly, her eyes darting around nervously.

“Go on. I’ll give you half an hour to find Ji Zhao, but don’t make too much of a scene.”

She froze. “Y-you knew?”

Of course, she hadn’t come to Rong Corporation for Rong Jing’s sake, she’d rather stay as far away from him as possible. She was here for Ji Zhao!

That’s right!

Ji Zhao!

The original female lead of this novel. If she wanted to earn reversal points, and Rong Jing seemed like a dead end, then her only options were Rong Wanning and Ji Zhao.

She had already gotten twenty points from Rong Wanning earlier, but to buy anything from the system store, she now needed thirty!

That meant Ji Zhao was her only hope.

Ji Zhao hadn’t joined Rong Corporation to be with Rong Wanning or because she had nowhere else to go—she was here to take over the company!

In the original story’s ending, Ji Zhao successfully merged the Lin and Rong Corporations, becoming the sole owner.

And now, she had completely disrupted Ji Zhao and Qi Song’s plans. She couldn’t wait to see the look of fury on Ji Zhao’s face, one she couldn’t afford to show openly.

“Go. You have half an hour.”

“Got it!”

She sprang up and dashed out.

Ji Zhao had just stepped out of the office. With her friendly demeanor and sharp mind, it was easy to coax Ji Zhao’s location out of the staff.

Investment Department.

Neither Rong Yihua nor Rong Jing were the type to favor relatives over merit. If Ji Zhao had made it into the Investment Department, she must have some real skills.

At Lin Corporation, Ji Zhao’s work abilities had been widely recognized. Now, she had even secured a position in a key department here—proof that she truly had talent.

Qi Song had spoiled the original host to the point of letting her spiral into ruin, yet raised her illegitimate daughter to be so outstanding!

Disgusting!

Arriving at the Investment Department, she overheard chatter before even entering.

“Ji Zhao, how did you and Rong Wanning meet? The rumors online are wild. She’s a huge star, and even though she’s Little Rong’s niece, she’s only been to the company a handful of times. Most of us have never even seen her. How did you two get to know each other?”

“Wanning was filming at my university. That’s how we met. As for the details… I shouldn’t say too much. But we’re truly in love. Neither of us is the ‘other woman,’ so don’t believe the rumors.”

“Yeah, don’t trust everything you hear online.”

Lin Qile strolled in leisurely, stopping behind Ji Zhao. She placed a hand on Ji Zhao’s shoulder and said, “The rumors online are ridiculous, aren’t they, Xiao Zhao?”

“What did you just call me?”

Ji Zhao’s face twitched, her eyes filled with hostility.

“Xiao Zhao. Since you’re married to Wanning, you should call me ‘Auntie’ like she does.”

She grinned at the others. “Since you’re all employees of my Rong Jing, I’ll let you in on a little secret something even the internet doesn’t know.”

“What secret?”

She smiled. “Actually, Ji Zhao was Wanning’s fan. I invested in a campus film for Wanning, and while she was shooting, Ji Zhao played the hero and saved the beauty. I even treated Xiao Zhao to dinner afterward.”

“Miss Lin, was that movie your investment?”

“Yes, I wanted to give Wanning a betrothal gift at the time.”

“It wasn’t, ” Ji Zhao was about to argue when Lin Qile pressed her hands on Ji Zhao’s shoulders, preventing her from standing up. “Oh, it’s all in the past now. People should look forward, right? As long as you’re not married, you’re free. I was young and foolish back then, I admit it.”

With that, she gave Ji Zhao a firm pat. “Auntie has found true love now, so let’s just forget about it. You two should live happily.”

“You!”

Ji Zhao’s face turned ashen.

Lin Qile’s words might have sounded magnanimous, but in reality, she had just exposed how Rong Wanning accepted the gift but later cheated with Ji Zhao. The expressions of everyone present shifted.

Buzz! buzz!

Lin Qile pulled out her phone. “Sweetheart, I’ve only been gone a few minutes, I’ll be right back!”

Her expression changed as she hung up and turned to the group. “I’ll take my leave first. You all chat.”

She strode out of the investment department.

Why had Rong Jing suddenly gone into heat?

Rushing back to the office, she had barely pushed the door open when Rong Jing pounced on her, pinning her against the wall and sealing her lips.

For someone so cold, Rong Jing’s lips were surprisingly soft, her tongue teasing Lin Qile’s, sharing their mingled sweetness. Lin Qile responded helplessly, her mind in a daze.

Before Rong Jing, she had been a pure-hearted woman who hadn’t even held hands with someone she liked in twenty-eight years never even had a single erotic dream.

And now?

Here she was, entangled in a passionate kiss in the office, the wet sounds of their lips and tongues loud enough to hear.

Lin Qile’s neck flushed red.

But she still remembered her task. Summoning all her willpower, she forced herself to stay rational and pulled away slightly. “You’re in heat again? Where’s your suppressant?”

Rong Jing slid a hand under her clothes. “Do me.”

“Hey, hold on! Rong Jing, this isn’t a hotel, it’s your office!”

“Give it to me!”

“Calm down! Where’s the suppressant? Don’t hey, you’re gonna rip it!”

Half-carrying, half-dragging Rong Jing toward the desk, she muttered, “Can’t you be a little less desperate?”

“Stop… talking!”

“Where’s the suppressant?”

Annoyed by her chatter, Rong Jing silenced her with another kiss, pressing her against the desk as they melted into each other.

Lin Qile had to admit—resisting Rong Jing’s temptations for even three seconds was a testament to her moral fortitude. Wrapping her arms around Rong Jing’s waist, she surrendered to the rhythm of their kiss and touch.

To hell with it!

Desire fully ignited, she lifted Rong Jing onto the desk, pinning her down with a husky murmur, “Fine, let’s play. It’s your office, if you’re not scared, why should I be?”

She lowered her head, nipping at Rong Jing’s earlobe only for her gaze to catch a magazine on the desk.

She froze.

There was a photo on the cover: her (or rather, the original owner of this body) holding Rong Wanning, kissing her forehead tenderly.

Damn, was this from when the original host and Rong Wanning had just gotten engaged? Some paparazzi shot?

“Like what you see?”

A chilling voice whispered in her ear followed by sharp pain as Rong Jing bit down on her neck.

Not a love bite. A full-on, teeth-sinking chomp.

“Ah, ow, ow, ow!”

She shoved at Rong Jing’s waist, trying to push her off, but Rong Jing locked her legs around Lin Qile’s hips, refusing to budge.

“Let go! Aren’t you in heat right now?”

Rong Jing released her teeth and licked the spot she had bitten with the tip of her tongue. “I want to do it!”

“Do it my ass! You’re not even in heat!”

A heat cycle couldn’t just vanish instantly. Moreover, she hadn’t sensed any out-of-control pheromones from Rong Jing since entering the room. This woman… this woman was…

Pretending to be in heat just to mess with her!

Rong Jing’s legs were still wrapped around her waist, collar open, hair slightly disheveled. Now propping herself up on her elbows, she stared expressionlessly. “No more talking. I want it, right now!”

“You want office play?!”

“Is that a problem?”

Is that a problem?

Listen to that since when did the untouchable ice queen Rong Jing talk like this?

“You… you’re not in heat. I won’t do it.”

She tried to break free, but Rong Jing leaned forward, arms looping around her neck. “If not with me, then who do you want to do it with?”

“Anyway, I’m not doing it. Let me go.”

Rong Jing closed the distance, tongue tracing her lips before slowly slipping inside.

No!

If the other party were truly in heat, it would be unavoidable. But doing it now would completely change the nature of things!

Yet…

Reason stood no chance against instinct.

Soon enough, she retaliated by pinning Rong Jing down, biting her lips back and ravaging them with rough kisses. “Don’t push your luck. I’m the alpha here!”

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