Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Bandaging the Wound

On the highway leading out of City A7, many zombies wandered aimlessly. The sound of the driving car attracted them, causing them to charge forward one after another. Ice spikes erupted from thin air, skewering the zombies like hawthorns on a stick.

Yin Shaoqing didn’t slow down her driving speed at all. It was only then that Yun Qianxue realized how powerful this woman’s ability truly was.

An ice ability is a derivative power that typically only Grade 3 water-users can possess. To achieve such large-scale and precise control over the power of frost, this person’s ability level must be at least Grade 5 or higher. Three years into the future, a Grade 5 ability user would be powerful enough to serve as a sub-city lord of a large survival base, second only to the overall base commander. Yet, the apocalypse had only just begun.

“Tsk, endless.” While Yun Qianxue was deep in thought, Yin Shaoqing—irritated by the sight of the zombies’ rotting faces—simply constructed an ice bridge in mid-air. The off-road vehicle practically flew across it. Yin Shaoqing curled her lips; it was a good thing zombies couldn’t fly. At least they couldn’t be ugly in her personal space.

Witnessing this scene, Yun Qianxue’s fingertips trembled. She needed to re-evaluate this person’s ability level. Currently, Yin Shaoqing… was truly strong enough to leave one speechless.

Eat a good breakfast, a full lunch—now that Yin Shaoqing had a chef, she would never mistreat herself.

She parked the car against an abandoned single-story house. After carefully checking the surroundings and finding no zombies, she took the stove and ingredients out of the car and placed them on the ground. She even very considerately filled the pot with water before stepping onto the roof of the car to stand guard.

Yun Qianxue: “…” What on earth? It turned out she was the cook who had to do all the labor?

Yun Qianxue, who had been holding in her anger since morning, put her hands on her hips. Her apricot eyes were round with fury, and ignoring the pain of the wound on her face, she snapped, “Can’t you do it yourself?”

“No.” Someone straightened her back with righteous indignation. Don’t ask Shaoqing; Shaoqing doesn’t understand.

Dammit…

Yun Qianxue was so angry she started cursing internally. She pressed a hand to her forehead and took a deep breath. “Fine, if you can’t do it at night, fine—but you can’t do it during the day either?” In those days and nights of being dissected, she had heard the lab staff say that this woman had misanthropy. It was especially severe at night and during rainy days.

“What?” Yin Shaoqing was amused by the “little sprout” female lead’s words, her red lips curving upward uncontrollably. It was like a frozen tundra finally welcoming the warmth of spring, with flowers blooming into a peerless, unparalleled beauty. Her already enchanting face now drew Yun Qianxue’s gaze so intensely she couldn’t look away, feeling herself sinking into it.

“This is the first time I’ve heard that cooking depends on whether it’s day or night. What are you thinking, silly child? This isn’t giving birth; it doesn’t distinguish between male and female.”

Yin Shaoqing spoke with immense delight, while Yun Qianxue felt humiliated and angry. Such a fine-looking person, why did she have to have such a foul mouth!

Yun Qianxue said resentfully, “You’re the silly child!”

“Fine, fine, you’re not silly.” Seeing that Yun Qianxue was so angry she might throw the pot of water at her, or even attempt to go down in a blaze of glory with the iron pot, Yin Shaoqing quickly backed off. She extended her long legs and leaped down from the car, stepping forward. With a crisp snap of her fingers, a small ball of fire ignited the firewood under the pot. She directly saved Yun Qianxue the effort of finding a lighter.

“I’ll be your kitchen assistant. Let’s eat first, okay?” She tied her long black hair into a casual ponytail. Yin Shaoqing very, very, very confidently rolled up her sleeves, prepared to help. Well~ a mature woman is always flexible like that.

However, a mature chef had no intention of letting a kitchen disaster help. “Go out and stand guard. Thank you.”

Cold. Tsk tsk, truly cold-blooded and heartless.

Driven back to the car roof, Yin Shaoqing pursed her red lips, thinking unhappily: Such a cute-looking girl, why does she have such a bad temper? Hidden in the depths of her mind, the fat calico cat gave a lazy yawn, thinking that the female lead’s temper was actually quite good. She hadn’t taken the chance to poison the host to death, and she had even refrained from striking a dark blow out of consideration for the fact that the host had saved her. Her moral baseline was quite high. She couldn’t achieve “returning injury with kindness,” but she likewise couldn’t achieve “repaying kindness with enmity.”

Not to mention, the fat cat crossed its paws and tilted its head. It actually liked this female lead quite a bit. She was strong, smart, and knew her limits.

“Hey, add spice, add spice. Right, right, right.” When it came to eating, Yin Shaoqing’s unreasonableness didn’t distinguish between day and night.

Thwack! Yun Qianxue smashed a clove of garlic with her knife, gritting her teeth. “Are you doing this or am I? You can, you up!” Give you the knife, you do it?!

“My mistake. You continue, you continue.” Yin Shaoqing surrendered instantly. Well, a mature woman is just that flexible.

“You’re so annoying. Why are you so annoying?” Having unconsciously started to vent her anger and complaints at Yin Shaoqing, Yun Qianxue didn’t realize at all that they had been together for less than three days.

“Not really.” Standing on the roof of the car, wind-blown and looking every bit the handsome, dashing woman, she retorted, “I don’t talk much.” Shaoqing is very aloof; she won’t accept the title of “chatterbox.”

Yun Qianxue shook her head and slapped the lid onto the pot. A drunkard never admits they are drunk; she didn’t believe a single word this woman said.

After waiting for a while and seeing the girl ignoring her, Yin Shaoqing took out the first-aid kit to change the dressing on her right hand. The pungent smell of alcohol drifted downwind, making Yun Qianxue frown. She looked up and saw the hideous, terrifying wound revealed under Yin Shaoqing’s unraveled bandages. It was the wound caused by the rope when she had caught her earlier.

Was it really this serious?

Yun Qianxue stole one glance after another, and even her movements stirring the soup became a bit distracted. Yin Shaoqing was incredibly rough with her own wound, lacking the delicacy she had shown when treating Yun Qianxue’s face. She used tweezers to grip an alcohol cotton ball and rubbed the blood scabs in her palm haphazardly, using so much force that some severe spots tore open and bled again.

“Tsk…” Yin Shaoqing frowned. She hated blood.

Yun Qianxue gradually stopped her movements and watched with wide eyes as that person grew more and more irritable the more she rubbed. By the end, she looked like she wanted to chop her own hand off. Yun Qianxue couldn’t take it anymore. She dropped the spoon and looked up, shouting at her, “I mean, can’t you be a little gentler?”

Even if it’s your own hand, you can’t clean a wound like you’re scrubbing a pig’s trotter, right?

“Are you an S&M or a self-harmer?” Not knowing where the anger came from, Yun Qianxue snatched the tweezers and gave Yin Shaoqing a fierce glare. She grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward just as roughly.

Yin Shaoqing’s tall frame was enough to block the sun for Yun Qianxue. However, the 1.8-meter-tall woman acted like a mascot, being dragged around by the 1.65-meter “shorty.” Looking into Yun Qianxue’s angry eyes, Yin Shaoqing sheepishly rubbed her nose with her left hand, tactically swaying from side to side, not daring to meet her gaze.

“Isn’t your bandaging technique quite good? Why can’t you do it for yourself? You just have to have someone wait on you, don’t you?”

Facing an enemy, Yun Qianxue had no kind words; she was doing well just by not cursing. If this person hadn’t saved her in this life and provided so much help, she would have snapped this “paw” right now just to save her from the slow torture.

Yun Qianxue’s movements cleaning the wound were so gentle that Yin Shaoqing felt an itch—an itch in her palm, and an itch in her heart. She couldn’t help but pull her hand back slightly, only to be held firmly by the girl.

“Don’t move.” The girl looked up with a stern face and gave her a sideways glance. That warning look lacked any real intimidation and was actually quite funny. With her heart-shaped face wrapped in bandages, she looked like a little bandage-head zombie from Plants vs. Zombies. Hahaha, so cute~

Yin Shaoqing couldn’t hold it in and let out a laugh. Seeing this, Yun Qianxue deliberately poked the wound with her hand.

“Hiss…” Yin Shaoqing took a sharp breath. Pain, pain, pain!! Shaoqing’s hand hurts!

“Hmph.” Yun Qianxue glanced at her distorted face of pain before finally lightening her touch. She thought to herself: So she does know what pain feels like. If she knows it hurts, why is she so ruthless to herself?

Yun Qianxue’s bandaging technique was also very practiced. She even tied a bow for Yin Shaoqing. She felt that the current Yin Shaoqing was particularly suited for this—a bit childish, delicate, like a little girl acting as a “young mistress.” She wasn’t like the Yin Shaoqing she faced in the morning: cold, proud, as if nothing could catch her eye.

But… why was she thinking about this?

“Eat.” Arranging the bowls and chopsticks, Yun Qianxue gave a sarcastic smile. They were enemies; once her ability was exposed, could they really be friends?

“Here.” Being a woman of few words and completely unable to read what Yun Qianxue was thinking, Yin Shaoqing naturally ladled a bowl of soup for her. The food was the same; everything was handed to Yun Qianxue first.

This subconscious gesture made Yun Qianxue freeze for a moment. A subtle, indescribable feeling grew in her heart. Clearly, the supplies belonged to Yin Shaoqing, the car belonged to Yin Shaoqing, and she had only helped cook a meal. In her previous life, in this situation, the person responsible for cooking could only eat what others left behind. Sometimes when luck was bad and no food was left, the cook had to go hungry. After all, plenty of people could cook, but very few had the ability to find supplies. In this apocalypse, those with power could oppress the weak without restraint; that was the reality.

During those three years, she had worked hard to protect herself, racking her brains to allow herself, a woman, to stand cleanly among a crowd of men—not humiliated, not discarded. She relied on her brains to earn the chance to eat with others, but she was still always the last person to get food.

“What’s wrong? Is the soup too hot?” Seeing Yun Qianxue motionless, Yin Shaoqing frowned and reached out to touch the other’s bowl. Hiss, it is a bit hot. So she flicked her finger, and a bit of frost spread over the outside of the bowl, lowering the temperature of the soup to the perfect level—ready to drink immediately while remaining comfortably warm.

“Drink it. The temperature is just right now.” After saying that, Yin Shaoqing naturally retracted her hand and began to eat her own meal.

Her fair fingers held the black chopsticks, a sharp contrast. But what was even sharper was the red mark on the back of her finger.

Yun Qianxue lowered her eyes and began to eat quietly. That red mark was burned into her just now when she tested the temperature of her bowl. It looked… quite painful. Yun Qianxue’s hand holding the chopsticks tightened, her food suddenly tasting like nothing.

This person… she’s clearly very afraid of pain…

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