Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Presumptuousness of Being Favored

Despite the fact that Yin Shaoqing had brought plenty of seasonings, after experiencing three years of life in the apocalypse, Yun Qianxue knew very well how scarce condiments were during this terrible period.

In the second year of the zombie virus outbreak—Noah Era 2105—plants also underwent a large-scale mutation. The threat they posed to humans was no less than that of high-level zombies or mutated animals. Simultaneously, the grey rain contaminated the soil, making it impossible for crops to grow, which further exacerbated the lack of seasonings.

Therefore, Yun Qianxue very thriftily prepared only a single dish: steamed fish.

“I want to eat something spicy.” The airy voice gave Yun Qianxue a start.

She looked up to find an exquisite, glamorous face pressed against the hole smashed into the kitchen door, muttering with dissatisfaction. “Make Boiled Fish (Shuizhu Yu) instead. Put more chili; steamed fish has no flavor.”

“Heh…” This rude, malicious woman actually made her laugh from sheer anger.

Yun Qianxue threw down the meat in her hand and said coldly, “Are you ordering from a menu here?”

What exactly was their relationship? Were they so familiar that she could just order dishes? How could this person have zero self-awareness?

To her surprise, Yin Shaoqing furrowed her brows, her voice full of disappointment: “You don’t know how to make it?”

That high-pitched upward tilt at the end of her sentence seemed to be screaming: Your culinary skills are just this? Just this? JUST THIS?!

Wow~ so infuriating—

Yun Qianxue bit her lower lip and let out a long breath, chanting in her heart: Don’t get angry, don’t get angry; if I get sick from rage, no one can take my place.

“Tsk!”

Unbearable!

Yun Qianxue’s kitchen knife moved like a blur. As she sliced the fish fillets with gritted teeth, it was unclear whether she was hacking the fish or a certain someone.

“Sizzle—” She threw a large handful of chili into the hot oil, then another handful, and another…

Not enough!

With the goal of spicily killing that malicious woman, Yun Qianxue simply chopped up an entire bag—about seven or eight handfuls—of dried chilies and threw them into the hot oil along with Sichuan peppercorns.

“Cough, Achoo! Cough cough…” Instantly, the pungent, spicy smoke caused both people inside and outside the kitchen to break into earth-shattering coughs.

“I say, Host, why bother?” The fat calico cat stamped its paws, unable to understand. “Can anyone even eat this biochemical weapon?”

Yin Shaoqing coughed while blowing her nose. With her red nose tip twitching, she snorted, “You don’t understand; the spicier it is, the more it whets the appetite.”

Her palate was heavy; she favored sour and spicy.

Meanwhile, a teary-eyed Yun Qianxue poured the chili-infused hot oil over the cooked fish. It was a massive basin of boiled chilies… no, Boiled Fish.

Alright, Yun Qianxue wiped away her tears. She slightly regretted wasting food out of a momentary fit of pique; a dish this spicy was something that woman surely couldn’t finish.

…Or so she thought!

“Your… your tongue is okay, right?” She watched as Yin Shaoqing chewed through the meat and chilies together. Even though her lips were swollen from the heat and she was huffing for air, she continued to eat.

Yun Qianxue felt a slight strangeness in her heart; there was no need to be this supportive of her cooking.

“It’s fine.” Yin Shaoqing took two cups, and her water-attribute ability conveniently filled them with clean water.

After gulping down her fourth cup of ice water, Yin Shaoqing asked strangely, “Why aren’t you eating the fish?”

“I can’t handle spice very well.” Although she didn’t want to talk to the other woman, she was, after all, eating the food provided by her.

“Can’t handle spice?” Yin Shaoqing performed a tactical lean back, narrowing her enchanting phoenix eyes with 800% suspicion. “You can make Boiled Fish this spicy but you can’t eat it? Why?!”

Hah, wow, by that logic, does someone who sells vegetables have to be a farmer?

“Can you stop being so un— no, stop being so unreasonable?”

Because she had saved her life, bandaged her wounds, and provided a meal, Yun Qianxue didn’t curse her. In her memory, this woman, spoiled by her family, should have been someone who kept a fake smile plastered on her face, maintaining a dignified air, speaking little while doing much evil. She shouldn’t be like this—a chatterbox, infuriating enough to shorten one’s life, and a brainless, childish brat.

“Were you possessed by a soul?” Yun Qianxue’s words were startling. The more she looked at this version of Yin Shaoqing, who seemed no more than three years old, the more she felt it was true. If she could be reborn, why couldn’t Yin Shaoqing be possessed?

Yin Shaoqing stuffed a large mouthful of rice into her mouth and shrugged.

If you say so~

This indifferent reaction made Yun Qianxue dismiss her own theory. If she truly were a different soul, she shouldn’t be this calm when called out.

The fat calico cat, who had been observing the female lead, felt somewhat sorry for her. Who could have guessed that its host simply couldn’t be bothered with anything other than eating? If she was found out, so be it; what was the big deal? It wasn’t like the female lead could beat her.

Besides, the female lead was currently as weak as a little sprout; she couldn’t win a fight against her anyway.

Unaware that she was being looked down upon by Yin Shaoqing’s inner thoughts, Yun Qianxue finished cleaning the dishes. When she stepped out of the kitchen, she saw the 1.8-meter-tall woman squeezing herself somewhat pitifully into the sofa, covered in a thin blanket to sleep.

This stance clearly meant she was giving the bedroom to Yun Qianxue.

It wasn’t necessary. It was really not necessary. They were enemies; why bother with this?

Yun Qianxue thought this, but seeing the dark circles under Yin Shaoqing’s eyes, she instinctively stayed silent and returned to the bedroom. The blood-stained sheets had been changed at some point, and medicine and water were placed by the bedside. Although the new sheets were laid out in a messy jumble, the cup of water was warm.

Yun Qianxue held the warm cup, lowering her eyes. She hadn’t even noticed when that person went into the kitchen to boil water for her.

Thoughts aside, Yun Qianxue opened the medicine bottle and took the pills according to the samples in the small paper packets next to it. She could confirm that the Yin Shaoqing of her previous life had never appeared in City A7. Yu Yinglang had once said that Yin Shaoqing had taken a private plane directly from City A3 to Survivor Base S1. Was this the “butterfly effect” brought about by her rebirth, causing Yin Shaoqing to change as well?

Yun Qianxue pondered for half the night and didn’t fall into a deep sleep until late. In her dreams, she saw a large swarm of blue butterflies flying past, ethereal and beautiful.

The next morning, Yin Shaoqing carried her hiking backpack to continue scavenging food from various supermarkets.

City A7 would soon be engulfed by a zombie tide; they had to head north to Survivor Base S1. That was because the male lead, Yu Yinglang, and his little lover were there. Yun Qianxue needed to get her hairpin back, and Yin Shaoqing was responsible for making sure she didn’t “fall mid-journey.” A female lead with the Ouroboros ability was like Tang Sanzang’s flesh; everyone wanted a bite. She had to keep an eye on her.

“Host, why didn’t you test the female lead’s ‘savability’ value this time?” The fat calico cat asked with slight surprise as it suddenly remembered.

“Need I even try?” Yin Shaoqing sneered as she chopped off a zombie’s head. “Did you not see that zombie yesterday whose brains were smashed out?” That clean, ruthless strike was not the sign of someone beyond saving.

“To survive in the apocalypse, first you must learn to be ruthless.” A meter-long ice blade pierced through a zombie that looked like a seven- or eight-year-old child—clean, decisive, and pitiless. Yin Shaoqing didn’t even spare the small zombie a glance; she withdrew the ice blade with a flick and said indifferently, “She can do this very well.”

“So how exactly was she schemed against?” Yin Shaoqing was puzzled. Yun Qianxue didn’t look like a fool. A girl who could survive three years in the apocalypse while carrying an ability that benefited others at her own expense shouldn’t be easily captured.

“Because Yu Yinglang is a mental-attribute ability user. He controlled Yun Qianxue.”

“Control?” Musing on these words, Yin Shaoqing kicked away three zombies skewered on her blade and raised an eyebrow. “He’s the male lead; does he have a ‘halo’ or a golden finger?”

“A golden finger—a golden finger for rapid advancement. In the next five years, he will firmly hold the position of the world’s strongest powerhouse.”

Oho, look at him go. Yin Shaoqing let out a cold laugh. Where her blade passed, waves of water surged, drenching the zombies; the next moment, extreme cold arrived, freezing everything.

She sheathed her blade and entered a supermarket. Yin Shaoqing grabbed a bag of dried chilies, thinking: A piece of trash scumbag is fit to be number one? Just wait until I kick him off that pedestal.

Fine then. The fat cat licked its paws. It was a predictable reaction. It offered three seconds of silence for that garbage scumbag in advance.

When Yun Qianxue woke up, the first thing she saw was the tall woman leaning by the window. The morning sun draped a layer of radiance over her, making her look like a deity in this apocalypse.

A deity?

Heh, Yun Qianxue was amused by her own thought. The Noah Era was called the “God-Abandoned Era.” God had abandoned His followers, leaving them to suffer disasters and perish in their struggle. Despair and eternal night were constant companions.

“If you’re awake, get up. We need to leave.” The woman with her back to the morning light had cold features, and her tone carried a hint of frost.

Yun Qianxue quickly packed her things. As she picked up her backpack, she was thinking: She hasn’t changed at all. The cold, aloof, and unapproachable young mistress will always be the enemy who sent me to the experimental table.

The two of them, with long faces and backpacks, saw the wintery atmosphere they had created dissipate entirely over the issue of parting ways. An expressionless Yun Qianxue climbed into a different car, swearing not to travel with her enemy. Who knew if this person would dissect her halfway?

“Get out of the car.” Yin Shaoqing held the car door with one hand, looking with displeasure at the “little sprout” female lead. What was so bad about hiding behind her until she grew strong enough to stand on her own? Did she have to throw a childish tantrum and seek death?

“I appreciate your help, but we aren’t familiar with each other.” The inability to reason and the forceful attitude of her enemy made Yun Qianxue fume with rage. Looking at the woman who was still staring at her coldly, Yun Qianxue took several deep breaths and said with a fake smile, “I’m just an ordinary person; I’ll be a burden to you in the apocalypse.”

So for the sake of your own life, you’d better stay away from me.

“I don’t mind.”

Unlike her childish and lethargic self at night, the daytime Yin Shaoqing was very strong and decisive. With a forceful grip of her slender fingers, she easily ripped the steel car door off its hinges. Like picking up a little chick, she grabbed the female lead by the collar and tossed her into her own car.

By the time Yin Shaoqing had driven several miles, Yun Qianxue’s face was flushed red, and she was shaking with rage. Too much, simply too much! How can this person be so domineering and unreasonable!

Watching the female lead whose eyes were red with anger, the fat cat clicked its tongue: “…Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

What a tragic female lead. Not only was she being lugged around by her enemy, but the key point was that she hadn’t noticed how she couldn’t control her emotions when facing Yin Shaoqing. This was different from how she faced others in her past life. Back then, she was just a “slightly” clever, plain woman. She could devise strategies for the team at critical moments without failing, and she was “stupid” enough not to know to take the good things when dividing the loot. Most importantly, her combat skills were decent; although she couldn’t beat others in the team, self-preservation was no problem, and she wasn’t a burden.

She had nearly worn out the concept of “mediocrity.” If she couldn’t change others, she changed herself in hopes of surviving. Yun Qianxue had learned a lesson through enough scars, blood, and tears: in the apocalypse, if a weakling cannot control themselves, they will only die faster and more miserably…

So… The fat cat tilted its head. What was this now?

Presumptuousness of being favored?

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