The Villainous Sister-in-law Mistakenly Marked as the Heroine (Transmigration) - Chapter 23
Ever since that day when she played office games with Rong Jing, Lin Qile had been avoiding her.
She had slept with Rong Jing even when it wasn’t her heat cycle and what’s worse, she had enjoyed it!
This made her despise herself.
She had once sworn never to be a scumbag, to only be with one person for life. But what was this thing between her and Rong Jing now?
Love?
Pfft!
The sun would rise from the west before she could ever fall in love with a villain who had tormented her!
Just fooling around? Seeking thrills?
She hated people like that the most!
“Ahhh!”
She buried her face in her blanket.
Knock, knock, knock!
“Sweetie?”
“Mom.”
Lin Xinrou pushed the door open. “It’s Saturday, and your wedding dress fitting with Rong Jing is at ten. Get up now.”
“W-wedding dress fitting?”
She sat up abruptly.
“That’s right. My baby is getting married, Mom is so happy.”
While Lin Xinrou beamed with excitement, Lin Qile felt like her world had gone dark.
System!
[Host, I’m here.]
Are you really making me marry the villain from the novel? Wasn’t I the righteous, positive heroine you carefully selected? Didn’t I come here to change the nature of this book?
[Yes.]
Then aren’t you afraid I’ll get corrupted by the villain?
[Not at all. You’ll always remain a radiant little sun full of positivity!]
Lin Qile: “…”
“Sweetie, hurry downstairs. We’re going to the bridal shop Rong Jing is already there.”
Hearing that Rong Jing had arrived, she quickly dressed and got out of bed.
After a rushed morning routine, she didn’t even have time for breakfast before heading to the bridal shop with her mother.
The moment she stepped inside, she happened to see Rong Jing walk out in her wedding dress.
She was stunned.
Rong Jing’s beauty was undeniable.
But she was an untouchable flower on a high peak, a rose covered in thorns someone to be admired from afar.
Now, dressed in a flowing white wedding gown, crowned with a crystal tiara, and adorned with feather earrings, Rong Jing no longer looked cold. Instead, she radiated elegance and grace.
Her swan-like neck was slender and poised, though the feather earrings occasionally brushed against it, making her shift uncomfortably.
Lin Qile knew exactly how sensitive her neck was, she had licked and kissed it more than once.
“Do I look good?” Rong Jing asked.
“Beautiful. Absolutely stunning.”
Her sincere answer seemed to catch Rong Jing off guard, as if she hadn’t expected such direct praise. Flustered, Rong Jing turned away and told the staff, “I’ll take this one.”
“Of course, Miss Rong.”
Lin Qile walked over to the lounge area and, spotting snacks on the table, couldn’t resist grabbing a cookie to munch on.
Still chewing, she made her way to the fitting room.
Rong Jing had changed into a silk slip dress, the heavy wedding gown already removed. When she saw Lin Qile enter, she dismissed the staff. “You can leave for now.”
“Yes.”
Once they were alone, Rong Jing handed her a gown. “Try this on?”
Lin Qile wanted to refuse, but the moment she met Rong Jing’s gaze, she couldn’t say a word. Taking the dress, she went into the changing booth.
The gown was easy to put on, she didn’t even need help.
Just as she was about to step out, Rong Jing pulled the curtain aside first. “Done?”
“Yeah.”
Rong Jing looked her up and down. “Not good.”
“…You picked it.”
“The dress isn’t the problem. Your figure is.”
Lin Qile: “???”
Rong Jing leaned in. “Do you know how many people envy you for getting to marry me?”
She gave an awkward smile. “I… I’m not worthy of you, Miss Rong. Maybe we shouldn’t get married? A fake marriage with me would be such a bad deal for you. What if you meet your true love later? You’d become a divorcee.”
Rong Jing narrowed her eyes. “You don’t want to marry me?”
“N-no, that’s not it… I’ll follow whatever you decide! Your wish is my command!”
“Really?”
“Really!”
Only then did Rong Jing’s expression soften slightly. She reached out, wrapping her arms around Lin Qile’s neck, her red lips slowly drawing closer.
Lin Qile froze completely. “T-this is a bridal shop!”
Her well-meaning reminder proved useless.
As they drowned in waves of passion, the anger in her heart gradually melted into bitterness and resignation. Eventually, she threw caution to the wind transforming from passively serving her partner to actively demanding more.
“Ah, that hurts…”
Rong Jing frowned slightly, her usually cold and elegant features now flushed with desire, her red lips parting slightly.
Lin Qile felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction!
Who was bullying whom now?
Who had whom completely under control?
And who was currently begging with teary eyes?
A smirk playing at her lips, she didn’t let up despite the pleas, instead intensifying her efforts.
After the dress fitting…
The two had lunch with Lin Xinrou.
Rong Jing remained listless throughout the meal, barely able to lift her arms to eat.
Lin Xinrou said worriedly, “Rong Jing, I know you’re as dedicated to work as your mother was, but you’re still young. You should learn to enjoy life instead of burying yourself in work all the time. Although Lele isn’t as hardworking as you, let her show you how to relax more.”
“Mmm.”
Lin Qile, full of energy, happily helped herself to her favorite dishes, occasionally sipping some soup.
“Don’t just eat by yourself, feed your wife too.”
“Pfft!”
The term “wife” made Lin Qile spit out her food onto the table.
Wife?!
What a terrifying title!
Especially when applied to Rong Jing.
Gulp!
Meeting Rong Jing’s resentful gaze, she quickly averted her eyes guiltily. She had to admit she’d deliberately ignored Rong Jing’s pleas at the end but could she really be blamed?
After being oppressed for so long, who wouldn’t seize the chance for payback?
Rong Jing spoke weakly, “Hungry…”
Under her mother’s pointed look, Lin Qile had no choice but to pick up her chopsticks and place a slice of bamboo shoot in Rong Jing’s bowl.
“Sweetheart!”
Fine, fine!
She picked it up again and fed it directly to Rong Jing.
Seeing one feeding and the other eating, Lin Xinrou stood up contentedly. “Alright, you two enjoy your meal. I won’t be a third wheel.”
The moment Lin Xinrou left, Lin Qile stopped feeding. “Had enough, Miss Rong?”
“No.”
Lin Qile: “…”
The meal dragged on another half hour before they finally left the restaurant.
Just outside, they ran into Rong Wanning and Ji Zhao emerging from the neighboring store.
Rong Wanning called out resentfully, “Auntie.”
Ji Zhao greeted through gritted teeth, “Auntie.”
Rong Jing responded indifferently, “Mmm.”
Spotting the two protagonists, Lin Qile’s eyes lit up as if seeing walking point rewards. Smiling, she said, “Aren’t you going to greet your aunt-in-law?”
Rong Wanning shot her a venomous glare but stayed silent.
Ji Zhao gave her a look one might reserve for garbage before turning away.
Tsk!
To have reduced the main characters to this state, she was quite impressive indeed.
Ding!
“Congratulations, host. Your counterattack value has increased by 1.”
“???”
“Just 1 point?”
“System, are you really on my side?”
[Host, I have no control over point accumulation. The small increase means your actions haven’t substantially altered their protagonist destinies yet. Keep trying!]
“Hmph.”
She wrapped her arms around Rong Jing, resting her head on the other’s shoulder with feigned melancholy. “Darling, your little aunt has completely lost her authority.”
Rong Jing stiffened momentarily before relaxing.
Her gaze turned toward the pair, voice slightly chilly. “Have you forgotten basic manners?”
“Auntie.”
“Auntie.”
The two reluctantly addressed Lin Qile.
“Great! You’re out shopping? Let’s go together.”
At this suggestion, all three looked at her.
Rong Jing: What are you scheming?
Rong Wanning/Ji Zhao: What’s this bitch planning now?
“Come on, let’s shop.”
She took Rong Jing’s hand and headed toward the adjacent mall.
Rong Wanning and Ji Zhao remained rooted. Wanning’s face twisted with reluctance until Ji Zhao patted her shoulder reassuringly. “Let’s go.”
“Ah Zhao, Lin Qile is deliberately humiliating us!”
“Don’t get upset. You shouldn’t stress in your condition. As for Lin Qile…” Ji
A faint smile curled at the corners of Rong Jing’s lips as she obediently remained seated.
“Miss Rong, all our store’s sofas have been sent for maintenance. Here’s a small stool if you don’t mind waiting for a while.”
A staff member brought over a tiny folding stool.
Seeing the stool, Rong Wanning’s face twitched so small and dirty?!
Yet Ji Zhao actually helped her toward the little stool. “Have a seat for now.”
With no choice, she reluctantly went and sat down.
After massaging Rong Jing’s calves, Lin Qile picked up her high heels and stood.
“Why are you taking my shoes?”
“Stay put here and pick whatever you like. I’m going to change your shoes. No more high heels when we go shopping from now on. I’m already not very tall when you wear heels, your alpha feels the pressure.” Turning to the store manager, she took out a card. “Bring your product catalog. Wrap up everything she chooses and put it on my card.”
“Right away, Miss Lin.” The manager accepted the card with both hands, unfazed that those same hands had just touched Rong Jing’s feet.
With that settled, she walked out of the maternity store carrying the high heels.
Rong Jing lounged lazily on the sofa, unusually unbothered by Lin Qile’s presumptuousness. She glanced at the manager. “The catalog.”
“Here you go.”
Flipping through it casually, she heard Rong Wanning’s voice: “A’Zhao, massage my feet too.”
“Sorry, Wanning, I… don’t know how to massage.”
Rong Jing’s smile deepened as she selected several items in succession. Since Lin Qile wanted to put on this act, she’d let her commit to it fully!
“This, this, this… not these. I’ll take everything else.”
The manager beamed, wrinkles creasing his face. “Absolutely! I’ll note them down immediately.”
About fifteen minutes later, Lin Qile returned carrying a shopping bag.
Ignoring the other two, she went straight to Rong Jing. “Were you good?”
Rong Jing arched an eyebrow and lazily replied, “Mhm.”
“Here, try these shoes.”
Kneeling, she helped Rong Jing into a pair of exquisitely crafted flats. “See if they rub.”
Seeing the shoes, Rong Jing felt as if a feather had brushed her heart a faint, ticklish sensation.
“Walk around.”
Rong Jing stood and took a few steps. “They’re nice.”
“Good.”
The shoes were beautiful, adorned with delicate embellishments. Even Rong Wanning felt tempted.
As a pregnant woman, she couldn’t wear heels, but these flats were elegant enough for formal occasions!
Lin Qile approached with the bag. Rong Wanning felt a smug thrill, sneaking a glance at it. Is this for me? So she does have feelings for me after all?
Just as she debated whether to accept the gift or righteously refuse, Lin Qile walked right past her as if she were invisible.
“Lin Qile!”
She couldn’t help calling out.
“Address me properly as ‘Auntie.’ Calling me by name is very rude.”
“…Auntie, where did you buy those shoes? I’d like a pair too.”
“I made these myself. One-of-a-kind worldwide.”
This answer gave even Rong Jing pause, her gaze deepening as she looked at Lin Qile.
“Could you make me a pair too?”
“Wow, little niece, you really shouldn’t say things like that. The internet has already twisted our relationship into who knows what, and now you’re talking about me DIYing shoes for you? That’s completely inappropriate!”
Her tone turned icy with that last sentence.
Rong Wanning froze, suddenly realizing with painful clarity that Lin Qile was no longer her devoted follower.
“Boss, has everything Rong Jing picked out been packed?”
“All ready to go.”
“Great, thanks.”
After speaking with the store manager, she returned and took Rong Jing’s hand. “Darling, let’s go.”
Rong Jing glanced at their intertwined hands. Instead of cold words or ignoring it, she responded earnestly, “Alright.”
As they were about to leave hand in hand, Rong Wanning suddenly stood up. “Lin Qile, when are you going to stop playing this game?”
“Game?”
She turned back in confusion. “Little niece, what game am I playing?”
“You’re only entangled with my aunt to get back at me! Lin Qile, I never thought you could be such a shameless woman!”
Rong Wanning was furious. Though she wasn’t as beautiful, intelligent, or privileged as her aunt, the heiress of the Rong family—she had always been more popular growing up.
Yet Lin Qile, who had been her devoted follower just months ago, had completely changed. How could her admirer discard her like trash while treating her aunt so well?
Rong Jing spoke coldly, “Rong Wanning, do you realize what you’re saying?!”
“Aunt, Wanning is pregnant and emotional. Please don’t be angry,” Ji Zhao quickly apologized.
Lin Qile added fuel to the fire: “Don’t use pregnancy as an excuse. Rong Wanning, there was something between us, but it was always one-sided on my part. What? You think I’m only allowed to chase after you, but not allowed to move on and start a new relationship?”
She tightened her arm around Rong Jing. “Isn’t it normal to meet a few toxic people in life? Only after comparison do you know who your true love is. I should actually thank you.”
With that, ignoring Rong Wanning’s livid expression, she led Rong Jing away.
Once outside the store, Rong Jing snorted. “What a waste of talent that you’re not in show business.”
Lin Qile immediately released her, switching from triumphant to ingratiating. “I wasn’t just doing it for myself it was for you too. That couple was using us as stepping stones. If I didn’t fight back, I wouldn’t be Lin Qile!”
“Hmph.”
“I’ll get the car. Wait here.”
As Lin Qile went to get the car, Rong Jing stood by the roadside.
“Aunt!”
She turned to see Rong Wanning approaching, rubbing her belly with reddened eyes. “Aunt, what kind of spell has Lin Qile cast on you? How can you believe her nonsense? Don’t you remember how she used to pester me? You even helped deal with her before, how can you not despise her now?”
“Is this outburst really for my sake,” Rong Jing countered, “or are you just upset that Lin Qile stopped chasing you and started treating me well instead?”
“I… That’s not…”
“Enough.” She cut off the excuses. “You’ve always liked competing with me, this isn’t new. I just never bothered with it, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t notice.”
Rong Wanning paled at these words.
For this niece she’d watched grow up, she couldn’t bring herself to sever ties completely just yet.
“Rong Wanning, you’re about to become a mother. It’s time to grow up.”
Rong Wanning nervously twisted her fingers together, still wanting to say something, but Lin Qile had already pulled up with the car.
“I’m leaving now. You’d better think carefully about your actions.”
Rong Jing walked past her indifferently and got into the car.
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