Transmigrated as the Husband of a Vicious Villainess - Chapter 30

After discussing things with Wen Miao, Ji Baiqing began to ponder where she could find a woman who would be a suitable match for her. The village beauty? No, she was called the village beauty, but compared to Wen Miao, she was worlds apart. Li Mo at the head of the village was a gentle girl with a good temper and likely an inclusive personality, but would her attributes clash with Wen Miao’s? No, that wouldn’t work.

She picked and chose, excluding every well-known “good girl” within a ten-mile radius. And the most important point was that these people might not even like women, even if Wen Miao was beautiful and wealthy. Ji Baiqing felt a rare sense of frustration. From her perspective, she naturally felt Wen Miao was perfect in every way, but others hadn’t spent as much time with Wen Miao as she had.

She was still thinking about this until bedtime. When Wen Miao finished her bath and came out to see her still sitting by the bed in deep thought, she didn’t need to guess to know what the other was worrying about. The kerosene lamp on the table cast a weak light, making the other’s expression flicker in the shadows.

Wen Miao felt a sudden surge of annoyance. Her snowy teeth bit her red lips for a good while before she spoke, “Move over, I’m getting in bed.” She could have climbed in from the other side, but right now, she just wanted to bother the other person.

Ji Baiqing’s thoughts were interrupted by the sudden voice. She stood up and watched Wen Miao get into bed, the neck revealed under her black hair long and snowy white. She felt a bit conflicted; Wen Miao had said she liked her, so was it really okay for them to continue sleeping together?

After hesitating for a moment, Ji Baiqing spoke, “You sleep in the bed, Wen Miao. I’ll make a bed on the floor.”

Hearing this, Wen Miao’s expression grew cold. She made a move to get out of bed. “Are you trying to avoid suspicion? If that’s the case, I might as well go back to the youth center right now.”

Seeing that the other had already put on her slippers, Ji Baiqing couldn’t care about anything else and hurried to stop her. “No, I didn’t mean that. It’s just, I feel like us being like this isn’t very good.”

Wen Miao followed her logic, “Right, it’s not very good. So I’m going back to the youth center now.”

It was so late; the youth center would have long since gone to sleep. Knowing Wen Miao was speaking out of anger, Ji Baiqing took a step back. “Alright, I was wrong. Let’s sleep together. Don’t be angry, okay?”

Wen Miao pursed her lips, “You look very reluctant.”

Ji Baiqing managed a strained smile, “No, I’m very willing.”

Afraid the great beauty would throw another tantrum, Ji Baiqing led her to the bed and watched her lie down before immediately blowing out the lamp, fumbling onto the bed in the darkness.

Knowing Ji Baiqing still had some reservations, Wen Miao didn’t push too hard. She slept in her own space, maintaining a certain distance from her. But even across that distance, Ji Baiqing could still feel the faint fragrance radiating from her, curl after curl, lingering around her nose and refusing to dissipate.

Ji Baiqing closed her eyes, and one by one, the absurd things they had done in bed began to replay in her mind. The wet sounds of kissing seemed to echo in her ears again, the two of them with heartbeats intertwined, her soft and full curves, and the vivid colors atop the snowy peaks.

That soft, supple touch felt as if it were still on her fingertips. She couldn’t help but secretly rub her fingers together. For some reason, her mind suddenly recalled the first time she helped Wen Miao massage her chest. She had complained of pain, and after Ji Baiqing rubbed it, her palm felt a resistance, and the person in her arms seemed to be trembling.

Previously she hadn’t understood what that represented, but thinking about it now, she seemed to understand exactly what was happening to Wen Miao at that time. In the darkness, Ji Baiqing’s face turned incredibly red, her whole being feeling as if it were on fire. She really wanted to curse herself for being stupid; she had watched those videos after all, so why was she so slow at the time?

Thinking that she was still sleeping in the same bed as Wen Miao, Ji Baiqing felt even more uneasy. How, how did Wen Miao fall for her so early? She continued her messy thoughts until daybreak. Seeing that she really couldn’t sleep, Ji Baiqing simply got up, made a simple breakfast, left it warming in the pot, and went out. After she left, Wen Miao, who hadn’t slept all night either, opened her eyes, with faint dark circles under them.

Ji Baiqing rode her bicycle to town to find a famous matchmaker. The people registered with her all had stable “iron rice bowl” jobs; any one of them could make for a good marriage. Therefore, the introduction fee wasn’t cheap—one or two dollars depending on one’s generosity.

The matchmaker was named Wang Guihua, and she lived in a small independent courtyard near the outskirts of town. Ji Baiqing arrived and nodded with satisfaction seeing the woman kept herself neat and meticulous. Wang Guihua saw the visitor was a tall and elegant girl. Her eyes lit up as she asked, “Comrade, you’re looking for help with a match, right?”

Ji Baiqing nodded solemnly and then naturally squeezed through the door, bolted it, and pulled the woman aside, lowering her voice, “Auntie Wang, do you have any female comrades here who like women?”

The matchmaker was stunned, her gaze holding a hint of suspicion. Goodness, what is going on? One after another, why do they all like women? She coughed, hesitated, and finally answered, “There are some.” Seeing Ji Baiqing’s eyes light up, she added, “Quite a few, actually.”

She led the way into the house, signaling Ji Baiqing to follow. Once inside, Ji Baiqing watched her pull out a notebook. After flipping through a few pages, she said, “There are three in total. One is a sales clerk at the supply and marketing cooperative. She has an iron rice bowl, high benefits, looks decent, and is about the same height as me.”

Ji Baiqing looked at Wang Guihua, who was a head shorter than her, and stayed silent for a moment. “Next one, please.”

Wang Guihua flipped another page, “This girl is even better than the last. She works at the textile factory, looks very delicate and pretty.”

No, Wen Miao is also delicate. How would two delicate ladies live together? She shook her head decisively, “Auntie, what about the last one?”

Wang Guihua flipped directly to the last page, pointing to the crookedly written name “Shang Min.” “This girl is even more extraordinary. She’s a cannery factory director, has a gentle personality, is about the same height as you, and the only downside is her age—she’s 27.”

Logically, such conditions were very good, but Ji Baiqing still felt awkward no matter how she looked at it, feeling that Wen Miao deserved better. But among the candidates, only this Shang Min seemed the most suitable for Wen Miao. Perhaps she should let the two of them meet first?

Ji Baiqing struggled with the decision for a long time before finally saying to Wang Guihua, “Auntie, set a time with Shang Min. I’ll bring her out to meet whenever it’s convenient.”

Hearing this, Wang Guihua was surprised, “I thought you were the one looking for a match.” She felt a bit of regret, “What does the other girl look like? If she’s not as striking as you, I can’t guarantee they’ll hit it off.”

Ji Baiqing was silent. “Don’t worry, Auntie. That girl is the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” If someone couldn’t appreciate Wen Miao’s looks, Ji Baiqing would only think they were blind. With Ji Baiqing’s assurance, Wang Guihua broke into a wide smile. She laughed, “That’s wonderful then. Comrade, leave me a number, and I’ll call your village once the time is set.”

Ji Baiqing wrote down the village phone number and didn’t linger, riding her bike back to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some food. If she made Wen Miao unhappy, she had to buy some snacks to coax her.

From Wang Guihua’s description, Shang Min was a good person. Logically, since she found such a reliable person and Wen Miao had agreed to try, she should be happy. On the way back, the breeze brushed against her face, and her medium-length hair fluttered in the air, but her heart, which should have been light, felt a bit stifled. She couldn’t find the reason.

When she got home and saw Wen Miao reading in the room, her mood improved a bit. Afraid of disturbing her, she quietly backed out of the room. It wasn’t until the afternoon that she mentioned the matter to Wen Miao.

“I specifically went to town today to find a matchmaker. She said there are indeed female comrades who like women. Didn’t you say you were willing to try? So I picked someone for you. Can you go meet her in town in a few days?” Her words were cautious, fearing any phrase might make Wen Miao unhappy. After all, taking the initiative in this matter felt quite presumptuous. If Wen Miao refused, it would be perfectly reasonable.

But before Ji Baiqing could think of a response if she was refused, she heard Wen Miao’s ready answer. “Okay.”

“Wh-what? You agreed?” Ji Baiqing suddenly looked up at Wen Miao, stuttering. “Um, the other person might not be your type.” Even though her agreement was the best result, Ji Baiqing still insisted on emphasizing it again, unsure of her own psychology.

Wen Miao looked at her, her eyes curving slightly, the corners turning up, and she gave a small nod. “Isn’t this what you wanted? I’ll just do as you say.”

Her soft words were like knives stabbing into Ji Baiqing’s heart, making her feel at a loss. “I…”

But Wen Miao stopped looking at her, feeling a bit annoyed. Agreeing to Ji Baiqing’s match was indeed partly out of spite. But at the same time, she also wanted to test if Ji Baiqing had those feelings for her. Based on how much the other usually looked after her, it would be strange if Ji Baiqing had no feelings. What kind of friendship functioned like this? So Wen Miao was more inclined to believe that Ji Baiqing simply hadn’t recognized her own heart. Perhaps this match was an opportunity. If Ji Baiqing felt jealous seeing her with someone else, then she likely cared about her. Just like now, she seemed reluctant to have her go on the date.

Thinking of this, Wen Miao’s mood improved quite a bit. But before that, she couldn’t just wait for Ji Baiqing to have an epiphany. Everything had to be fought for; she would fight and snatch, and she didn’t believe Ji Baiqing could still not fall for her. It was simply impossible.

With that in mind, she glanced at Ji Baiqing and spoke in a softened voice to the person who was still in the midst of regret: “A-Qing, my shoulders feel a bit painful. Can you help me rub them?”

Hearing Wen Miao’s words, Ji Baiqing instinctively wanted to refuse. Because of the sudden confession yesterday, she was now a bit reactive to Wen Miao’s words. But since Wen Miao called her “A-Qing,” did it mean she wasn’t angry anymore? She stood there struggling for a while before finally agreeing. Ji Baiqing suggested to herself that it was just a shoulder rub, nothing more. What could go wrong?

But when she saw Wen Miao take off her shirt, revealing her black underwear and turning her increasingly snowy-white back to her, Ji Baiqing’s heart skipped a beat. She turned her face away, the words forced with difficulty from her throat, “There’s no need… no need to take off your clothes.”

Wen Miao’s tone was natural, “I can’t apply strength through a layer of clothing. It’s just a shoulder rub, Ji Baiqing. What are you overthinking?”

Being accused in return was something she hadn’t expected. But because of this, Ji Baiqing quickly fell into the trap. Watching Wen Miao lie face down on the bed, she finally placed her hands on the other’s shoulders. The skin beneath her hands was soft and snowy, like a piece of tender tofu. Wen Miao had a good figure, but her back was still thin, her protruding shoulder blades looking like butterfly wings ready to take flight.

She didn’t dare look too much, her eyes following the movements of her hands. The other’s skin was truly too thin and tender; after just a few simple rubs without much force, a faint red layer spread where her hands passed. Wen Miao felt the strength on her back increase slightly, especially at the neck and shoulders.

That spot was sensitive to begin with, and especially at the thought of the other’s identity, she bit her red lips lightly, finally unable to restrain a delicate moan from escaping her nose.

Hearing the sound, which was like a small animal’s cry, Ji Baiqing’s hands stopped. “Does it hurt?”

Wen Miao felt a bit embarrassed and shook her head silently. The movement was small, but Ji Baiqing felt it nonetheless.

Although she didn’t say it hurt, Ji Baiqing instinctively lightened her strength, her slender hands rubbing the shoulders, moving from the rounded tops all the way to the back of the neck.

It was getting itchier and itchier.

Sensing that Ji Baiqing’s hands seemed to want to settle on the nape of her neck, Wen Miao suddenly grew anxious. She rolled over with a tumble and looked at Ji Baiqing with some bashful annoyance.

“Stop, stop rubbing!” The woman’s voice was incredibly soft, every word sticky and lingering, making one’s ears feel numb.

Her movement made it inevitable for Ji Baiqing to see her front. The collarbones were straight, the neck long, and even the “snowy peaks” inadvertently revealed by her movements looked impossibly beautiful. Perhaps because the previous prone position was a bit stuffy, Wen Miao’s face was flushed a deep crimson. Her peach-blossom eyes were open, revealing an endless allure.

Before Ji Baiqing could withdraw her gaze, she felt a surge of heat in her nose. The next second, a thick liquid dripped down. She wiped it, and her hand was stained bright red.

Seeing Ji Baiqing with a nosebleed, Wen Miao forgot everything else and leaned in close, using a handkerchief to wipe the blood for her.

“Are, are you okay?” She was a bit frantic. How did a nosebleed happen out of nowhere?

Ji Baiqing tilted her head back. Hearing her words, she instinctively glanced toward her again. As a result, that softness pressed close before her eyes became even more prominent, seemingly radiating the rich rose fragrance typical of the woman.

It smelled so, so good.

Ji Baiqing closed her eyes and clutched her nose in some agony. The nosebleed seemed to flow even more freely. She leaned back slightly, and the stool let out a creaking groan with the movement.

Wen Miao was worried and wanted to lean in further to check the situation. Finally, Ji Baiqing pushed her away and said in a muffled voice, “Wen Miao, get me some cold water, the kind from the jar is fine.”

Wen Miao didn’t think much of it, put her clothes back on, and went to fetch a ladle of cold water. After patting the cold water on the back of her neck and washing out her nasal cavity, the nosebleed finally stopped.

Once the physical abnormality subsided, Ji Baiqing recalled the memory of having a nosebleed from looking at Wen Miao’s body and felt an immediate, intense shame. She didn’t even dare to look at Wen Miao’s face and finally hurriedly made an excuse to flee the scene.

Wen Miao was left alone in the room, feeling a bit defeated. She didn’t know how things had developed this way. But seeing the dodging gaze Ji Baiqing gave her, perhaps the other did like her at least a little?

Wen Miao couldn’t be certain, but it could be said that this single thought was like a piece of honey. Just looking at it without even eating it, she could already feel the sweetness.

A few days passed, and Ji Baiqing suddenly received a notice from the village committee. Before answering the call, she found it strange, only remembering Wang Guihua after the conversation began. The other party set the time and place and then hung up crisply.

Hearing the busy tone from the other end, Ji Baiqing was still a bit stunned. The day of the match-up had actually come so soon. She hadn’t even prepared herself mentally.

Although one of the parties involved was Wen Miao, as Wen Miao’s “best friend,” she had to admit she cared a little bit. This bit of concern was magnified infinitely as she watched Wen Miao begin to pick out clothes to wear for the next day.

Seeing her take out several items from the cabinet with particularly beautiful styles—styles she hadn’t even seen the other wear before—Ji Baiqing spoke up gloomily.

“Wen Miao, are you really that excited to meet Shang Min tomorrow?” Her words carried a sourness she herself hadn’t noticed.

Wen Miao, however, tasted the jealousy in it. Leaning against the wardrobe and facing Ji Baiqing, she slightly tucked her chin, her curving red lips hidden by her long hair. She said, “But weren’t you the one who told me to go on the blind date? You found the person, too. I’m listening to you in everything, so why are you still unsatisfied?”

Ji Baiqing heard the chill in her words and felt a bit panicked. “But, but you have the right to refuse.”

Wen Miao’s lips tightened into a line, and she gave her a deep look. “But isn’t what you want for me to agree? You’re unwilling for me to be with someone else, yet you won’t accept my feelings. Ji Baiqing, how can there be such a good deal in this world?”

The last sentence came out of her mouth as light as a mist, almost dispersing with the wind. But Ji Baiqing still heard it. She instinctively bit her lip, feeling as if her last shred of pretense had been torn away by Wen Miao.

Yes, was that really what she thought? So selfish.

The air in the room stagnated instantly, and the atmosphere between them fell into a deadlock. Wen Miao naturally knew not to push too hard. She knew when to stop, picked out a dress that wasn’t too extravagant, and put the rest of the clothes back. After tidying up, she left the room, leaving Ji Baiqing space to think independently.

Once Wen Miao left, Ji Baiqing’s previously straight back went limp. She leaned on the table, feeling quite dejected. Wen Miao’s words looped endlessly in her ears. Finally, Ji Baiqing wanted to ask herself what it was she truly wanted.

Did she really just want to be friends with Wen Miao? One reason after another was rejected, yet she didn’t dare to explore the thought deep in her heart. Finally, she let out a soft wail and buried her entire face in the crook of her arm.

So annoying.

Until bedtime, she hadn’t thought of a good way to balance their relationship, nor could she bared her heart without reservation.

The day for the match-up was set for the next morning at Wang Guihua’s house. Wen Miao chose a navy blue long dress that reached her ankles, revealing her exquisite collarbones. She wore a matching bead bracelet on her wrist. Her waist was cinched very thin, her long hair fell over her shoulders, and her full red lips could melt one’s heart with a single glance.

When Ji Baiqing pedaled the bicycle to take her to town, she was still grumbling internally. It’s just meeting a strange woman; why dress so beautifully? Wen Miao hadn’t even worn this outfit for her to see. Her mood was unpleasant throughout the trip, so her face was still sour by the time they reached Wang Guihua’s door.

When Wang Guihua heard the noise and came to open the door, she was startled by Ji Baiqing’s long face. “Oh, who upset you?” After speaking, her gaze moved past Ji Baiqing.

Ji Baiqing was tall and blocked the person behind her completely, but who was Wang Guihua? She had seen countless people, and just by seeing a section of the girl’s snowy, slender arm, she could tell this was a rare beauty. Instantly, her eyes crinkled with a smile. “Come, come in, female comrades. Let’s talk inside. Comrade Shang has already arrived.”

Arrived so early? Clearly has ill intentions. Ji Baiqing pursed her lips in displeasure but eventually followed Wen Miao into the house reluctantly.

Inside, Ji Baiqing immediately saw the person sitting on a chair. She looked the person up and down with a critical eye for a while. She looked decent—quite heroic—but was too dark, appeared taciturn, and surely wouldn’t know how to make someone happy. She grew more dissatisfied the more she looked, wanting to pick out a hundred faults.

But Wen Miao had already walked up and met Shang Min. When Shang Min saw her enter, she stood up, a flash of amazement crossing her eyes as she looked at Wen Miao. She proactively extended her hand. “Hello, comrade. My name is Shang Min.”

Wen Miao shook her hand lightly and replied, “My name is Wen Miao.”

The two sat down face-to-face across a wooden table. Seeing this, Ji Baiqing’s expression looked even worse. She plopped down right next to Wen Miao. Across from them, Shang Min looked at the well-matched pair with some confusion. Is this really a blind date?

Wang Guihua was winking at her frantically, her eyelids nearly twitching, but Ji Baiqing still didn’t receive the signal. She just kept staring at Shang Min guardedly. Finally, Wang Guihua’s mouth twitched, and she said to Ji Baiqing, “That comrade, let’s go wait outside and give the two female comrades some time alone.”

How could there be a third person sticking around like a wooden post during a blind date? Ji Baiqing instinctively refused. “No, I have to stay here and watch.” What if Shang Min has ill intentions toward Wen Miao?

For a moment, both Wang Guihua and Shang Min were speechless. Shang Min looked at Wen Miao and spoke gently, “Comrade Wen, is this your sister? Otherwise…”

Wen Miao turned her head and said to Ji Baiqing, “Go wait outside. Nothing unexpected will happen.”

Ji Baiqing was stunned. She widened her eyes; how could Wen Miao say that? She was, she was worried about her! But since Wen Miao had spoken, Ji Baiqing didn’t dare to defy her. She could only follow Wang Guihua out, looking back with every step.

Once the people left, a hint of a smile appeared in Shang Min’s eyes. “If I’m not mistaken, you like that female comrade from just now, don’t you?”

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