Transmigrated as the Husband of a Vicious Villainess - Chapter 12

In the silent darkness, Wen Miao could only feel her heart beating faster and faster. Thump-thump, thump-thump, every beat echoed in her ears.

Her heart was like a drum.

She waited for a long time, but Ji Baiqing remained properly on the outer edge of the bed without any transgressive movements, only reaching over to pull the blanket over Wen Miao before sleep. Eventually, sensing the steady, even breathing beside her, Wen Miao turned over to face away from Ji Baiqing and closed her eyes.

Wen Miao fell asleep quickly, her breathing soft and rhythmic. Ji Baiqing opened her eyes then, staring at the back the other woman had turned toward her, finding it a bit funny.

Given Wen Miao’s current level of resistance, when would they ever be able to cuddle like normal best friends?

She drifted slightly closer to Wen Miao’s side, tucked in the corner of the blanket, and finally began to let sleep take over.

In the middle of the night, a dazed Wen Miao rolled over, instantly cocooning herself in most of the blanket and pulling it away from Ji Baiqing.

Feeling the sudden chill, Ji Baiqing was too deep in sleep to open her eyes. Her consciousness fading, she instinctively gravitated toward the warmth on Wen Miao’s side until their two soft bodies were pressed together. Sensing that the person she had approached was sleeping fitfully, Ji Baiqing instinctively draped an arm over her, patting her gently and murmuring:

“Go back to sleep, be good…”

The person in her arms settled down, and Ji Baiqing pulled her even closer. The blanket was a tangled mess over the two women, their limbs entwined—a scene witnessed only by the moonlight.

Early the next morning, the rooster in the courtyard crowed, and Ji Baiqing woke up. The sky was just beginning to brighten, allowing things in the room to be seen clearly.

Ji Baiqing looked down at the sleeping beauty in her arms. She was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes curved into a smile. Although she didn’t know exactly how they had ended up like this, fulfilling her wish—even if only in her dreams—felt pretty good.

She gently released Wen Miao, tied back her long hair, tucked the blanket around the sleeping girl, and stepped out of the room.

Ji Wei had already headed to the fields, and He Xiangyue was busy chopping chicken feed.

“Morning, Mom.”

He Xiangyue didn’t even look up. “Steam an egg for Miaomiao this morning.”

Tsk. Now that Wen Miao was here, Ji Baiqing didn’t even exist in her mother’s eyes anymore.

She went to the kitchen and took five eggs from the storage urn. She beat them with water and salt, added a drop of oil, and set them in the steamer. Since they had polished rice at home, she cooked enough for four people.

While the fire burned, Ji Baiqing did some stretching in the yard. When He Xiangyue eventually went into the kitchen and lifted the lid, she cried out:

“Ji Baiqing! Why did you steam so many eggs?! Are we trying to go bankrupt? Didn’t I say just one for Miaomiao? Your father and I won’t eat them!”

Ji Baiqing replied lazily, “Mom, if we don’t eat them, they’ll go bad. Besides, if I only make one for Wen Miao, she definitely won’t be willing to eat it.”

Before He Xiangyue could argue, a sweet, soft voice drifted in:

“She’s right, Auntie He. If you all don’t eat the same meal as me, I won’t want to eat either. I’ll eat whatever you eat.”

They turned to see Wen Miao standing there, her curly hair loose, wearing a white shirt and black trousers. Even without a speck of makeup, she looked radiant.

He Xiangyue sighed. “Oh, you two…”

Knowing her mother was about to launch into a “back in my day” story, Ji Baiqing quickly cut her off. “Mom, I think a hen just laid an egg! Go check, I’m too scared to pick it up!”

“Eh? You stay right there, I’ll do it.” He Xiangyue strode to the coop. Sure enough, there was an egg, still warm to the touch.

“I really am at your beck and call!” He Xiangyue remarked, realizing Ji Baiqing had just diverted the conversation.

Ji Baiqing gave a cheeky grin and ran to Wen Miao’s side. “Wen Miao, how did you sleep last night?”

Looking into those expectant eyes, Wen Miao could only say, “Very well.”

Ji Baiqing was satisfied. My bed is big and soft, she thought. I knew she’d like it.

Seeing Wen Miao’s hair hanging loose, her hands felt itchy. She proposed, “Wen Miao, let me do your hair. My skills are excellent.”

Unable to refuse, Wen Miao sat on a stool and let her work. Although she didn’t know if Ji Baiqing’s skills were as good as she claimed, she felt that every movement was incredibly gentle.

Long fingers gathered her black tresses, weaving through the strands. When Ji Baiqing’s fingertips brushed against the back of her neck, Wen Miao felt a wave of tingling numbness wash over her. She bit her lip to suppress a soft moan.

That spot was a sensitive point for her, but Wen Miao hadn’t expected to have such a strong reaction to Ji Baiqing’s touch.

Ji Baiqing braided her hair into a loose plait that draped over her left shoulder, with strands framing her face. It added a touch of gentleness to Wen Miao’s naturally mature and seductive aura.

Ji Baiqing held up the family’s only mirror—one with a red floral backing—and asked, “Is it pretty?”

Wen Miao’s eyes darted across the mirror before she gave a perfunctory nod. Ji Baiqing noticed her flushed cheeks and reached out to feel her forehead. “Why is your face so red? You don’t have a fever, do you?”

Wen Miao’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as she slapped the hand away. “Stop talking.”

Unable to decipher the “villainess’s” thoughts, Ji Baiqing heard the steamer whistling and ran to take the pot off the fire.

Breakfast consisted of steamed eggs and white rice. The rice was perfectly cooked, each grain distinct and fragrant, and it tasted wonderful when mixed with the savory egg custard. He Xiangyue had also stir-fried a dish of sour beans they had pickled last year. Wen Miao quite liked them, though Ji Baiqing wouldn’t let her eat too many.

Once work started, Wen Miao proceeded as usual, handing off her hogweed-cutting duties to the children. Besides Li Man, others like Goudan and Erya also wanted to trade labor for snacks. Fearing Manman would get too tired working alone, Wen Miao allowed them to help. The group of little ones could finish her entire day’s quota of four baskets in just one morning.

Remembering that Wen Miao had expressed curiosity about the back mountain, Ji Baiqing returned home after finishing her rounds.

“Change your clothes. I’ll take you for a walk up the mountain.” Seeing Wen Miao sitting properly under the eaves waiting for her, Ji Baiqing felt her heart soften.

Wen Miao went inside and changed into a navy blue long-sleeved top with exquisite patterns embroidered on the cuffs.

Ji Baiqing touched the soft fabric, feeling a bit of heartache. “Wearing such nice clothes up the mountain… they’ll get snagged and ruined.”

Wen Miao looked at her innocently. “But this is my shabbiest outfit.” She pointed to a loose thread on the collar.

Ji Baiqing felt a fresh wave of “wealth envy.” She had thought about lending her own old clothes to Wen Miao for the trek, but then she realized their body types were too different.

While both were slender, Wen Miao’s chest was full and soft, whereas she was undeniably flat-chested.

There was nothing for it; Wen Miao would have to go as she was.

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