Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Who’s Afraid of Whom

One should not speak while eating or sleeping. With one mind unsettled and the other entirely focused on the food, the two of them ate the meal in silence. It was so quiet that, aside from the clinking of bowls and chopsticks, any slight footstep would have been noticed.

This was especially true for Yun Qianxue, whose vigilance was at its peak following her rebirth, keeping her constantly on guard. She put down her chopsticks, gripped the wooden stick beside her, and shot Yin Shaoqing a look.

“Someone’s there,” she stated with absolute certainty.

High-level ability users have keen senses. Yin Shaoqing had heard the sound long ago; she could even clearly distinguish the footsteps of three people. However, she hadn’t finished her meal, and since the other party hadn’t rashly approached, she couldn’t be bothered to care.

But now the little girl had noticed.

Having no choice, she tilted her head toward the dense forest behind her and said coldly, “Come out.”

The two in the forest hadn’t expected to be discovered. There was a long silence until Yin Shaoqing, growing impatient, raised her hand to hurl an ice spike. At that moment, a rustle of hurried footsteps accompanied by the snapping of branches rang out.

Parting the layers of foliage, a young mother appeared before them, leading a pair of six- or seven-year-old siblings. The young mother had above-average looks; her short hair gave her a somewhat heroic air, and her straight posture made her look capable. However, her tattered clothes and the unmistakable fatigue on her face revealed that her situation was far from easy.

The two children she held by the hand were dressed well and had clean faces; they didn’t look like children struggling for survival in the apocalypse.

She protects her children very well. That was Yin Shaoqing’s first reaction.

The car has enough room for these three, but food is scarce, and children will be a burden. Once in a bind, a young mother won’t abandon her children, and they might drag us down. That was Yun Qianxue’s first reaction.

However, Yin Shaoqing’s opening words made Yun Qianxue look at her in surprise.

“What is it?”

It was a very calm, ordinary question. She didn’t extend a helping hand just because of their hardship.

Yun Qianxue moved her chopsticks, lowering her eyelashes slightly. It seemed they wouldn’t end up fighting or parting on bad terms later due to an overflow of sympathy.

“Do you have medicine? I want to trade for some,” the young mother said, getting straight to the point.

“What kind do you need?” Yin Shaoqing signaled for Yun Qianxue to decide. Since Yin Shaoqing was merely a heartless machine for collecting supplies, Yun Qianxue was the one who managed and categorized them.

“We only have cold medicine and medical alcohol to trade.” Given the bandages on the two women, it was impossible to say they had no medicine. Moreover, the young mother seemed very confident that she could make a trade. This made Yun Qianxue curious and investigative regarding the supplies the woman held.

“Fine.” The young mother very decisively produced an empty handgun and a dozen bullets, letting the little boy bring them over.

Firearms were not easy to obtain at the beginning of the apocalypse. When order still existed, weaponry was strictly regulated and kept in places inaccessible to ordinary people. It wasn’t until the first zombie tide broke out, causing massive casualties among the military guarding the bases, that the power of ability users rose. They gradually reached a state of being able to rival the military. At that time, ability users could obtain firearms, rather than just military patrols or upper-class people with connections.

Even if a few people had picked up guns from police stations overrun by zombies or from the bodies of bodyguards, how could a woman with two children manage to keep them?

“My ability allows me to perceive a person’s aura. Your auras are golden—very kind, very warm.” Sensing their hesitation, the young mother revealed her trump card. She was betting she hadn’t seen wrong.

This was a very special ability. Yun Qianxue, who had lived through three years of the apocalypse, had never heard of it. Likely, this person had either gone to another base or never reached one at all, remaining forever on the road. In the winter of 2107, ice and blizzards swept the world. Many small bases were completely frozen over; large bases barely survived with fuel supplies and the support of fire-type ability users. It was hard to imagine the despair of humans who hadn’t reached a base, sleeping forever under the ice.

Yun Qianxue stood up, grabbed some common cold medicine, and two bottles of medical alcohol. She glanced at the full crate of anti-inflammatory drugs under the car seat and briskly closed the car door. In the apocalypse, she wasn’t running a charity, nor was she a saint; important supplies had to be reserved for her own side first.

The small bag of medicine was accepted by the little boy. The child was very polite; holding the medicine, he said warmly to Yun Qianxue, “Thank you, Big Sister.”

The little girl, whom he was intentionally protecting behind his back, also said in a soft, milky voice, “Thank you, Big Sisters.”

“You’re welcome.” Yun Qianxue’s heart stirred slightly, and a gentle smile appeared on her face. She pulled two pieces of candy from her pocket and handed them to the young mother for the children.

This short-haired young woman was perhaps only three years older than her, around twenty-five or twenty-six, but the burden on her shoulders was not small. The two children were adorable; such well-behaved children deserved protection for as long as possible.

“In the future, don’t reveal your trump card so easily.” Yun Qianxue also gave the woman a piece of candy.

Her delicate features, not covered by bandages, wore a warm and gentle smile, but the depths of her eyes were a bottomless darkness.

The young mother’s hand holding the candy froze. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her from head to toe; a great terror made her shudder. Yun Qianxue’s aura, in this instant, turned into a viscous, inseparable, heavy black. Cold sweat slid down the young mother’s forehead; her lips turned pale, and she was too terrified to speak.

Since awakening her ability, she had used it to seek a better life for herself and her children. She had seen many people infighting and killing each other, but their aura colors were nowhere near as dark as this young girl’s. What kind of malice must one harbor to be like this?

She didn’t know. But she couldn’t let her failed bet harm her children. And so, Yin Shaoqing watched as the woman, mysteriously paralyzed by fear, suddenly struggled to hide the children behind her.

Yin Shaoqing: “?” Didn’t her female lead just hand over three pieces of candy? What’s wrong with this person?

“Don’t be nervous.” Yun Qianxue took the initiative to pull away, retreating several steps to give the woman space to breathe. She looked up, and her aura shifted back to gold. It was a bright, dazzling gold—warm, making one want to be close, and providing a sense of security.

She pointed to her own head and mouthed silently: “Exploit it.”

Not “use it for good.” In the God-Abandoned Era, kindness is both the most valuable and the most worthless thing. It depends entirely on whom you use it for.

“What happened?” The confused Yin Shaoqing stood up and walked over. Why had these two suddenly become tense?

“Nothing. Clean up your own dishes when you’re done.” Without further word, Yun Qianxue turned and shot Yin Shaoqing a glance. “I’m not washing the dishes for you.”

“I can wash dishes.” Yin Shaoqing was completely unafraid; her bowl was iron, so she couldn’t break it.

Yun Qianxue simply turned her back, not wanting to spare her a single glance. Wash my foot! Who was it that broke all the bowls last time?

Seeing that the two were chatting and no longer paying them any mind, the young mother hurriedly led her children away. They fled as if being chased by a predatory beast. The children didn’t understand, but they happily clutched the candy in their hands, treasuring it.

Similarly, Yin Shaoqing reached out her hand, her long fingers curling expectantly. It made Yun Qianxue want to slap her. She looked at her, staring directly with a gaze that said, ‘What do you want?’

Yin Shaoqing was unhappy with the little girl’s favoritism. The sky was cloudy and about to rain; her mood shifted along with the fickle weather.

“Candy.”

Sweet, sour, sweet-and-sour candy—she wanted some too.

“They are six or seven. How old are you?” Yun Qianxue shook her head helplessly. She had found those candies earlier; they were originally meant to stave off hunger. Since this person arrived, she hadn’t touched them. Despite her complaining words, she pulled a whole bag of candy from her pocket and gave it to her.

“Here, it’s all here. Take it.”

Having candy to eat, the Young Mistress was happy. Yin Shaoqing hugged the bag of candy, didn’t even wash her bowl, and slipped away to eat. She acted three years old at most.

Yun Qianxue stared at the dishes for a few seconds, then at the dark clouds in the sky. Feeling utterly speechless, she resigned herself to cleaning up. A rainy-day Yin Shaoqing was a total “ancestor.”

“I must have owed you in a past life,” she muttered softly. After a moment, she reacted and gave a faint, mocking smile. Indeed, she did owe her. If she didn’t owe her, would she have been sent to an experimental table in her past life? Perhaps she owed her a life, owed her fame and fortune, and owed her a man.

Heh, a scumbag. A scumbag so low that Yin Shaoqing had to crouch slightly just to be at his height.

She wiped the water from her hands and put the dishes away. Looking at the tall woman happily unwrapping candy, Yun Qianxue suddenly felt unhappy again. She walked over, snatched the bag away, and said heartlessly, “Let’s go. Stop eating. Aren’t you afraid of getting cavities?”

Hmph. You owed me a life, and you still want to eat my candy? No way! Not even a window!

The Young Mistress, her candy snatched away, held up her empty hands and blinked blankly. The candy was gone, the candy was hidden, the candy was forbidden.

“Heh—” With a stomp on the accelerator, the car shot forward. With a dark face, a woman gritted her teeth in a cold sneer, competing with the clouds to see who was more gloomily possessed. No candy? Then let’s all be destroyed!

Yun Qianxue, who was wearing a seatbelt but still being tossed around dizzyingly: “???”

“Stop the car! I’ll give it to you, I’ll give it all to you! Stop the car!”

The word “car” was shouted so hard her voice cracked.

“Screeech…” The tires ground against the pavement with a tooth-aching sound. This sudden brake by Yin Shaoqing almost sent Yun Qianxue flying.

She pulled the candy from behind her and threw it into the lap of this damned woman. Then she pushed the car door open, lowered her head, and rushed out.

Yin Shaoqing hugged the candy, happily unwrapping a piece and popping it into her mouth.

Mhm, the candy is sweet. Shaoqing likes it~

“BLEAAARGH!!!”

Suddenly, a world-shaking, heart-wrenching sound of vomiting erupted nearby.

Yin Shaoqing: “…”

The chewing in her mouth slowed to a halt. Her joyful expression gradually turned cold and stiff. She pulled a long face, her eyes filled with killing intent. This candy… Shaoqing suddenly didn’t find it sweet anymore.

“Heh…” Yun Qianxue, who had caught the sight through the car window, wiped her mouth with a cold sneer. Facing the eyes that the woman turned toward her, she fiercely raised her middle finger.

You have the guts to drive a low-altitude aircraft, then you have the guts to eat candy! Eat it!

Let’s all be destroyed! Who’s afraid of whom!

Yin Shaoqing: “…”

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