The Villainous Sister-in-law Mistakenly Marked as the Heroine (Transmigration) - Chapter 27

Lin Qile was stunned by the scolding, pausing for a moment before retorting, “Rong Jing, can you be a little more reasonable? There’s a limit to being unreasonable!”

Rong Jing was breathing heavily, glaring at her fiercely. “You think I don’t want to eat? But can I?”

“What’s stopping you—”

Halfway through her sentence, Lin Qile suddenly froze, as if realizing something, and gasped in horror, “Oh my god! You’re not pregnant, are you?! We… didn’t use any contraception? What do we do? Should I check your pulse…”

As she spoke, Lin Qile urgently reached for Rong Jing’s wrist, only to have her hand swatted away. Rong Jing stared at her with an unreadable expression, her voice laced with complexity. “Is me being pregnant that terrifying to you?”

“Of course it is! We’re… in a marriage of convenience right now! How can we have a child?” Lin Qile blurted out instinctively. “Are you really pregnant?”

Rong Jing sneered. “Lin Qile, do you really think I’d have your child? Are you even worthy? Don’t flatter yourself!”

“Fine, fine! I’m not worthy, okay?”

Lin Qile exhaled in relief and handed her the medicine again. “Miss Rong, I’m begging you just take the medicine, alright?”

“I’m fine now. I don’t need it.”

Rong Jing’s temper flared as she turned away and lay down, ignoring Lin Qile completely. Left with no other options, Lin Qile could only wait until Rong Jing gradually calmed down and stopped vomiting.

Half an hour later.

Looking at the listless figure, Lin Qile sighed. “Feeling better? Want me to massage your stomach?”

Rong Jing glanced at her but didn’t respond.

“What? Still mad?”

What’s she even angry about?! Lin Qile grumbled inwardly, though she didn’t dare show it on her face.

“No.”

A quiet, barely audible reply.

Seeing her sulk again, Lin Qile mustered the courage to place a hand on her stomach, gently massaging as she spoke. “As someone studying medicine, I’m seriously warning you some people’s stomachs are too sensitive to handle spicy food. Like yours. So just don’t eat it anymore.”

“Hmm.”

Surprisingly, there was no retort this time. Lin Qile sighed. Well, at least she’s learned her lesson after suffering the consequences.

But in the shadows where Lin Qile couldn’t see, Rong Jing’s fingers clenched tightly around the blanket, gripping it harder and harder.

This was the first time she’d ever been so humiliated!

Pregnant yet unable to say a word about it. Lin Qile didn’t want the child. It felt like she was using this baby to force responsibility on her. Her pride wouldn’t allow that!

…

Early the next morning.

When Lin Qile woke up, she was alone in bed.

Getting up and stepping onto the balcony, she saw Rong Jing sitting in a chair, holding a glass of juice.

“No more dizziness?”

Rong Jing responded with a simple, “Hmm.”

Though it was just one syllable, her voice sounded much steadier—no trace of weakness or exhaustion.

“Aren’t you going to thank me?”

Lin Qile walked over and crouched in front of her like she was fishing for praise. “I massaged you for ages.”

“What do you want?”

“Let’s make a deal stop threatening me, okay? Even though this is a fake marriage, we’re in this together now. Whatever you want to do, just tell me, and I’ll help. A cooperative relationship built on mutual understanding lasts longer, don’t you think?”

Ever since learning about Rong Jing’s situation, she genuinely wanted to reconcile.

Since they shared a common goal, they were allies!

The only problem was, she hadn’t figured out how to tell Rong Jing that she also wanted to take down Qi Song. After all, a daughter plotting against her own mother without a convincing reason, no one would believe it.

Rong Jing reached out and lifted her chin. “You’d help me with anything I want to do?”

“Of course.”

Rong Jing stared at her for a few seconds before suddenly withdrawing her hand and standing up. “Order breakfast. After eating, accompany me to the auction.”

“There’s an auction on this cruise ship?”

Rong Jing frowned. “Isn’t this part of your usual entertainment?”

“Ah… haha, yes, but I didn’t expect there to be an auction on this cruise.”

After breakfast.

The two arrived at the high-society auction. The moment they stepped into the venue, she truly felt for the first time that she had been reborn into the body of a wealthy heiress.

With each item presented, Rong Jing would glance at her.

By the tenth item, Lin Qile couldn’t take it anymore and turned to her. “Why do you keep looking at me?”

“Aren’t you going to bid?”

“Me.”

To be honest, she really didn’t want to bid!

Spending ten million on a calligraphy piece even if it was created by a master a hundred years ago was unthinkable. For the first twenty-five years of her life, she had grown up in an orphanage, relying on the kindness of strangers, and had worked her way through medical school on scholarships.

She was pragmatic.

With ten million, she’d rather improve conditions in orphanages around the world.

With fifty million, she could even build several free clinics in remote areas.

“I visited a few orphanages recently.”

For some reason, she suddenly wanted to share her past with Rong Jing in the form of a story.

“Oh?” Rong Jing looked at her.

“I suddenly realized how unfair life is. Some people are born with luxury cars and mansions, with endless money to spend, while others don’t even know if they’ll have enough to eat today. Those children have already endured so much suffering before they’ve even grown up, yet they still hold onto hope, wanting to change their fate.”

Rong Jing silently watched her.

She gave Rong Jing a bright smile. “Sometimes, I want to do something to change their fate and in doing so, change my own.”

“Let’s go.”

Rong Jing stood up and walked out.

She hurried after her. “Aren’t you going to bid on anything?”

“Not interested.”

“Then… you didn’t come here just to accompany me, did you?”

She stared in surprise at Rong Jing’s retreating figure.

Rong Jing paused mid-step. “We’re in a fake marriage. You have no obligation to take care of me, but you stayed up all night for me. Consider it payment. But since you don’t want it, I’ll save the money.”

“…”

Rong Jing continued walking.

A few seconds later, Lin Qile jogged after her. “Wait, I want it! Who said I didn’t? Just give me the cash instead!”

Rong Jing scoffed. “Since when did you become so money-hungry?”

Lin Qile circled around her. “Starting now! I may not ask for rewards, but since you’re offering, why not take it? Hurry up, give it to me!”

“No!”

“You can’t go back on your word, Rong Jing, Young Mistress Rong, my dear ancestor!”

“No!”

Their voices gradually faded into the distance.

Wu Xue emerged from a corner, covering her mouth in shock. “A fake marriage…”

…

Lin Qile pestered her all the way back to their room, but Rong Jing still refused.

In her desperation, she pinned Rong Jing to the bed. “Give it to me now!”

“You’re the young mistress of the Lin family. Do you really need money?”

“I don’t, but if it’s free, why not take it?”

Rong Jing narrowed her eyes. “I won’t give it to you!”

“You!”

She leaned down until their noses touched. “Give it to me or not?”

“No.”

Still pinning Rong Jing down, she slipped her tongue into Rong Jing’s mouth, teasing and tangling with hers in a deep, lingering kiss.

The kiss ended, her voice hoarse as she spoke, “I’ll give you one more chance.”

“You, what do you want to do?”

“You!”

Before Rong Jing could respond, Lin Qile kissed her again…

When Xu Jiao’s call came through, the two were in the midst of passionate intimacy in their cabin. Lin Qile was too occupied to answer, so Rong Jing, annoyed by the incessant ringing, grabbed the phone. “Hello?”

“Rong Jing? I need to speak with Lin Qile.”

“Ah… she’s busy… get lost…”

The word “get lost” came out with no force at all, the tone even wavering. Xu Jiao’s eyes widened. “Damn, you two are going at it in broad daylight?!”

“We… have a license!”

“Fine, fine. Have her call me back later.”

The call ended abruptly. Rong Jing tossed the phone aside and tried to kick the other woman. “Had enough yet?”

Her ankle was caught mid-kick as Lin Qile climbed on top of her, pinning her down. “Not even close.”

“You jerk.”

Lin Qile licked her neck. “Give it to me, please.”

“You… tell me honestly, why are you so desperate for money?”

“I#￥%…”

Rong Jing froze for three seconds before bursting into laughter.

“Stop laughing!”

“Twenty-five years old and still Mommy’s little girl, getting a monthly allowance.” Rong Jing patted her cheek in amusement.

Lin Xinrou doted on Lin Qile excessively, but the original owner had taken advantage of it once spending ninety million on a car only to total it the next day. Because of this, Qi Song had forcefully canceled her credit card, limiting her to fifty thousand a month in spending money, with purchases requiring approval for anything expensive.

Seeing Rong Jing still laughing, Lin Qile grew flustered and began teasing her in retaliation. “I’ll make you regret laughing at me!”

…

Evening, 6 PM.

Lin Qile was half-asleep when Rong Jing, yawning, made a call.

“President Rong, is the honeymoon that exhausting? It’s only six, and you’re already tired.”

“Enough sarcasm. Do something for me.”

“Of course.”

Sitting on the sofa, she glanced at the figure on the bed. “Issue a supplementary card under my account.”

“Spending limit?”

Resting her chin on her hand, she watched as the other woman rolled over, one leg sticking out from under the covers.

What terrible sleeping habits.

“No limit.”

“Understood, President Rong.”

After hanging up, Rong Jing stood and walked to the bed, yanking the blanket off.

Lin Qile blinked groggily. “What’s wrong?”

“I want to check out the yacht’s dance party. Get up.”

“Too tired. No.”

Kneeling on the bed, Rong Jing tapped her cheek. “You had plenty of energy earlier. Get up!”

Lin Qile reluctantly sat up.

By the time she finished freshening up, Rong Jing was already dressed, a striking red strapless gown paired with pearl earrings, exuding a vintage elegance.

Lin Qile had to admit she was stunned. Every time Rong Jing put effort into her appearance, it left her breathless.

“Wear this.”

Rong Jing handed her a champagne gold sequined dress with a plunging neckline.

“That’s so revealing?”

Rong Jing raised a brow. “Since when are you so modest?”

“Fine, I’ll wear it.”

Once changed, Lin Qile examined herself in the mirror. At 175 cm tall, paired with heels and shoulder-length hair cut for the wedding, she cut a striking figure. Though she lacked Rong Jing’s perfect curves, the original owner’s athleticism had left her with a toned, graceful physique modest yet shapely.

“Done admiring yourself?” Rong Jing leaned against the door, tone indifferent.

“Coming.”

Together, they headed to the yacht’s dance party.

The ballroom could accommodate hundreds of guests. As the two reached the entrance, someone immediately handed them masks. “It’s a masquerade tonight. Please choose your favorite mask.”

Lin Qile selected a Zorro mask.

Rong Jing picked a butterfly mask.

After putting them on, they entered the ballroom where over a hundred masked dancers were already gathered.

“Let’s dance,” Rong Jing suggested.

She shook her head. “I don’t know how to dance. I’m just here to watch.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“If I step on your feet later, don’t blame me.”

“Let’s try!”

They moved to the dance floor.

Within the first steps, she stepped on Rong Jing’s foot. “Sorry!”

“You did that on purpose!”

“I swear I really can’t dance.”

“Again!”

In less than a minute, she’d stepped on Rong Jing at least four times. Though the mask obscured Rong Jing’s expression, she inexplicably knew the other was angry.

“I need to use the restroom.”

“…Fine.”

After Rong Jing left, she exhaled deeply. She truly couldn’t dance her past had been consumed by studies and scholarships, leaving no opportunity to learn.

“Lin Qile?”

Turning, she saw a girl in a white dress wearing a mask.

“Who are you?”

“It’s Wu Xue.”

“Oh! But how did you recognize me?”

Wu Xue shyly tucked her hair behind her ear. “I… Well, you said you couldn’t dance, so I thought among those who couldn’t, it might be you.”

“That’s quite the method. There must be many who can’t dance.”

Wu Xue’s voice brightened. “But we’re fated! You were the first person I asked, and it was you.”

“Yeah, we’re both medical students. That’s quite a coincidence.”

“What coincidence?”

She spun around, startled. “When did you get back so quietly?”

Rong Jing stood with arms crossed, expressionless. “I was wondering what had you so absorbed that you didn’t notice my return.”

“Nothing special.”

“Let’s go back.”

She frowned. “We just got here a few minutes ago.”

Rong Jing arched a brow. “I’m tired. Is that not allowed?”

“Fine, fine.”

She waved at Wu Xue. “We’re heading out first.”

The two left the ballroom one after the other.

Wu Xue watched their retreating figures, touching her nose as she murmured, “A fake marriage? Then why do they carry each other’s pheromones so strongly?”

Back in their room, Lin Qile had barely settled on the sofa when Rong Jing ordered her to shower.

“Later.”

“Now. You reek of another omega’s scent. Go wash up!”

“Huh? Another omega’s scent?”

Rong Jing scowled. “That Wu Xue!”

“She’s an omega?!”

Rong Jing paused. “You didn’t know? Couldn’t you smell her pheromones?”

“No, I didn’t notice.”

In fact, if not for Rong Jing’s pheromones constantly surrounding her, she might forget she was now an alpha herself.

Rong Jing’s expression softened slightly as she poured herself water. “How do you know her?”

“Yesterday afternoon when you were seasick, I went to the deck. Someone fell ill, and we helped together.”

“I see.”

“So she’s an omega…”

“Go shower.”

“Alright.”

The two of them showered simultaneously, one in the outer bathroom and the other in the bedroom ensuite.

After finishing her shower and changing into pajamas, Lin Qile had just stepped into the bedroom when she saw Rong Jing standing on the bed, fiddling with her phone to play music. “What are you doing?”

“Come here. I’m teaching you how to dance.”

“Teaching me to dance?!”

“Once we go back, social engagements will be unavoidable. I don’t want you stepping on my feet every time.”

Lin Qile: “…”

“Get up here!”

She walked over and climbed onto the bed. With the phone’s music playing, the two of them began dancing on the mattress.

“Left foot first, watch my steps,”

“Ah, sorry!”

“Hey, I already apologized! Why are you stepping on me on purpose now?”

“You stepped on me, so I step on you!”

“You’re the one who insisted on teaching me, ow, sorry… You’re so vindictive!”

“Damn right! If you dare mess around behind my back, I’ll kill you!”