Transmigrated Into the Stand-In of the Tragic Novel’s Heroine - Chapter 3

Xie Qingtang actually didn’t take this matter too seriously.

The platform directly banning her account was clearly against the rules. After clicking the report and appeal buttons, she turned her attention to other things. It didn’t matter now that she hadn’t completed the three-hour mission quota—what did that have to do with Xie Qingtang?

By the time Xie Qingtang noticed the heated discussions online, it was already the next day.

Accustomed to sleeping alone, she wasn’t used to having someone next to her and hadn’t slept well that night. Naturally, she was going to blame Chang Yishao for it.

However, Chang Yishao, who had to go to work, didn’t give her much chance to vent, only leaving a sweet fermented rice and poached egg (jiuniang hebaodan) behind for Xie Qingtang to vent her dissatisfaction and anger on.

For matters outside of her mission, Xie Qingtang had always adhered to the principle of “not my business, don’t get involved.” According to her usual habit, even if she saw the gossip on the forums, she wouldn’t pay much attention, as it was just a small ripple. But with residual morning irritation, she uncharacteristically posted a thread titled: Hello, I am Tangxi.

What happened in the live stream had already spread in several versions, from initial comments that were close to the truth, to later utterly vile insults—as if the mere existence of her face was a mistake—that being a temptress was the only label she deserved.

“Tangxi, I know that streamer. She sings, and I followed her for a while. To be honest, her singing is really mediocre, not as good as my colleague’s drunken wails, but she’s genuinely good-looking. I followed her purely for her looks. Honestly, which of the rich spenders on the gift leaderboard isn’t? She knows it herself, doesn’t she? She’s just out to sell her face, why pretend to be pure?”

A comment left by a so-called “fan” in a thread drew a lot of mocking laughter. Many people copied it into the thread posted by Xie Qingtang, as if to say, “See? Stop pretending.”

They were happy to see others ridiculed.

Of course, those who had listened to Xie Qingtang’s stream yesterday voiced a different opinion.

“Am I deaf? That’s called mediocre singing? Who is that commenter’s colleague? Is it He Yan Jin?”

“Don’t try to piggyback on our Jin Jin’s fame, thanks.”

“Not a fan, but I followed her yesterday. The young lady is super good-looking, and her singing is heavenly. Could the previous comments be hired trolls by that pervert?”

“The person herself posted! Oh my god, those men are truly disgusting.”

Xie Qingtang didn’t worry at all about offending people. At least until Chang Yishao’s “White Moonlight” returned, her treatment would be excellent. If the sky fell, Chang Yishao would naturally bear the burden—as for after, once everything was over, she would have long left this place to find a beautiful, secluded paradise to retire to.

She wasn’t kind enough to censor the perpetrator.

Zhang Yi always liked to use his status and wealth to intimidate and lure people. Thus, the two words “Zhang Yi” were clearly displayed for everyone to see in those arrogant and extremely vulgar words.

“So it’s Young Master Zhang. No wonder he’s so brazen.”

“If the little streamer doesn’t have a background, she’s probably finished.”

“This Young Master Zhang has a lot of scandalous affairs.”

…

When Han Shu did this small favor for Zhang Yi, he never thought it would cause a stir on the forum. He didn’t have much impression of the streamer named “Tangxi,” and looking at her follower count and past data, she was the kind of obscure streamer who faded away quietly. In fact, he had done similar things many times within his authority. He frowned, only instructing people to delete the thread. However, this action backfired, causing even more people to discuss the matter.

The live-streaming platform, “Moye,” belonged to Chang Family Entertainment. Even if it started as a hobby, it had clearly changed its nature by now. Han Shu could not allow this matter to become a scandal for “Moye” and block his path upward.

“Miss Xie—” Han Shu found her information and personally contacted Xie Qingtang. However, the moment he opened his mouth, he was met with an unforgiving “Get lost.” Han Shu hung up the phone expressionlessly. At this moment, he clearly empathized with Zhang Yi. He continued to instruct his subordinates to delete posts and block the IP address Xie Qingtang used. Could he really not deal with a small streamer?

Xie Qingtang’s understanding of the Moye platform escalated with her conflict with Han Shu.

Upon learning that it was a product under the Chang family, she immediately changed her original plan.

In the original setting, she would seek help from Chang Yishao. So, doing so now shouldn’t be too much, right? After all, what Chang Yishao needed was not a sweetheart, but a “villainous girlfriend”—oh, no. A “villainous substitute girlfriend.”

Her smile was mischievous and unconcealed, so much so that Chang Yishao, returning home from work, immediately noticed it.

“Is something wrong?” Her tone was gentle. She reached up to take off her glasses, her warm eyes seemingly shimmering with spring light.

Xie Qingtang shrugged, saying, “I lost my job.”

Chang Yishao naturally knew what “job” Xie Qingtang was referring to. Her eyes deepened. But she didn’t speak again; instead, she slowly walked toward Xie Qingtang. She stopped a few feet away, gazed at Xie Qingtang, her eyelashes fluttering lightly, and asked, “What do you want for dinner?”

Since Chang Yishao chose to let the matter drop, Xie Qingtang wouldn’t cling to it. She looked up slightly at Chang Yishao. She had to admit that, aside from possibly having some mental issues, Chang Yishao was very pleasing to the eye. Xie Qingtang almost sacrificed her true feelings for this attractive face.

How frightening.

“Stir-fried beef, and meatball soup,” Xie Qingtang replied. A moment later, she tilted her head to look at Chang Yishao and added, “Don’t add cilantro.”

Chang Yishao couldn’t possibly have learned to cook at home. Clearly, it was for the “White Moonlight” in her heart. Xie Qingtang watched Chang Yishao’s back as she turned into the kitchen and secretly clicked her tongue. Whether in terms of background or looks, Chang Yishao could be considered top-tier, couldn’t she? So why did the “White Moonlight” break up with her? It was truly incomprehensible.

After dinner, Chang Yishao didn’t return to the study to write lesson plans but sat quietly on the sofa reading a book.

She was too quiet, so quiet that Xie Qingtang didn’t know how to play the “nasty” girlfriend. She couldn’t just snatch her book away like a primary school student and make her look at herself instead of the darn book, could she? Xie Qingtang had originally thought this “job” was quite simple and that she could handle it perfectly, but as she truly started to execute it, she felt utterly awkward.

“Miss Chang,” Xie Qingtang began, trying to make her tone sound serious.

“Hmm?” Chang Yishao looked up at her. But she also realized the form of address was incorrect, though she didn’t correct Xie Qingtang.

What Xie Qingtang wanted to ask was what kind of person Chang Yishao wanted, but the words were swallowed before they reached her lips. If she asked that, wouldn’t it make her seem utterly clueless and unable to handle such a small matter? But with that gentle gaze fixed firmly on her face, she needed to find something to cover up.

“Are you used to two people sleeping together?” When Xie Qingtang asked this, a strange silence fell between the two.

Chang Yishao was largely unaccustomed to it. Although she didn’t speak, Xie Qingtang could sense this emotion on her face. Yet, her reply was something else entirely.

“Is the bed not big enough? Then we can switch to a bigger one.”

This tone—was very much like the domineering CEO types in the worlds she had experienced before, but without the evil, charming smile.

How was she supposed to say the surplus item was “Chang Yishao” herself?

“I will help you resolve the Moye matter,” Chang Yishao’s gentle voice rang out again. Her beautiful eyes consistently radiated a clear light, fixed on Xie Qingtang, yet seeming to look through her at another person.

Xie Qingtang folded her arms and leaned back on the sofa. She glanced at Chang Yishao, frowning with a cold face, “Then be quick about it.”

Chang Yishao didn’t get angry; instead, she burst out laughing heartily. Compared to her affected gentleness, the laughter carried a hint of boldness and freedom. “Alright,” she agreed, her tone infinitely accommodating. The person in front of her was only slightly similar to He Yan Jin, but entirely different in other aspects. Compared to He Yan Jin’s nastiness and hysteria, this was nothing. When Lu Li found out she had found a “substitute” who resembled He Yan Jin, she said Chang Yishao was infatuated—and she truly was. In fact, Xie Qingtang could be even worse to her.

This stance made Xie Qingtang slightly stunned. She lowered her eyes, thinking: So, this is what she likes.

The two were lost in their own thoughts. Although sitting face to face, no one spoke again to break the silence.

When Chang Yishao said she would resolve it quickly, she wasn’t just saying it casually.

Her cousin, Chang Qing, was the president of Moye Entertainment.

When Chang Qing received the message from Chang Yishao, he immediately snapped out of his absent-minded state. Chang Yishao was the only daughter of their Chang generation, and naturally, she was doted on as she grew up. Unfortunately, this younger cousin had been extremely independent since childhood and became even more so as she grew older, leaving them no chance to enjoy the happiness and pride of being “older brothers.”

But now, Chang Yishao had reached out to him, her cousin! This proved he was better than the other scoundrels! After carefully reading the content of Chang Yishao’s text message, he looked stern and asked his secretary to investigate the “Tangxi” matter. The secretary was quick to handle things, and the truth was restored in less than ten minutes.

Chang Qing’s expression was cold, radiating a chilling and unapproachable aura. Han Shu, who was suddenly summoned to the CEO’s office right as he was about to leave work, felt a bit terrified upon seeing Chang Qing’s demeanor.

“Director Han, I hear you have a good relationship with Zhang Yi?” Chang Qing coldly glanced at Han Shu, his voice icy.

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