When the Villain From an Angsty Novel Transmigrates Into a Sweet Romance [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

It was a rainy night. A bolt of lightning streaked across the horizon, as if desperate to split the very sky in two.

Xiaxia! Something huge has happened!

If I told you that our space-time teleporter malfunctioned, would you be mad at me?

System 009’s voice was laced with guilt. Having encountered such an unforeseen error, the usually silver-tongued 009 couldn’t help but panic. No one expected the system’s pre-set route to be ambushed, causing the resulting energy ripples to hurl the teleporter into an entirely different spatial plane.

It was like ordering a bowl of noodles only to be served a bowl of rice or worse, a bowl of sweet rice. Since Chi Xia was not a fan of sweets, this was bound to make her snap.

In contrast to System 009’s anxiety, Chi Xia remained composed. She rested her cheek on her hand, gazing at the scenery outside the window, immersing herself in the oppressive atmosphere of dark clouds and rain. Her vermilion lips curled slightly, and her glistening eyes held a lazy light as she spoke: “What’s there to fear? It’s not like I’m going to die.”

009 gave an awkward chuckle and then fell silent.

Its every move screamed “guilty as charged.” Chi Xia immediately sensed something was off. She turned her beautiful eyes toward 009 and said with a half-smile, “Spill it. What else are you hiding?”

Uh…

It’s just a tiny problem, really! For someone like you, Chi Xia, it’s nothing you can’t handle.

“Hmm?” Chi Xia’s low, questioning tone and cold gaze terrified the familiar 009. It didn’t dare hide anything else and blurted it out rapidly.

The teleporter has a bug! It sent us into a ‘Sweet Novel’ world!

Chi Xia’s wide eyes filled with confusion. She sat up straight and demanded, “A Sweet Novel world?”

This is completely outside my job description!

Chi Xia forced out a sentence: “Excellent. That is truly the last answer I would have ever expected.”

Xiaxia, Sweet Novel worlds aren’t hard! Since we’re already here, we can’t just tuck tail and run, right?

Regarding the space-time teleporter, no task-taker bound to a system was a stranger to it. It was a product of the Space-Time Administration with a overlord clause: if the mission wasn’t completed, the machine wouldn’t start. But there was no choice; everyone was just a corporate slave at the end of the day.

009 was clearly trying to talk Chi Xia down. Seeing her on the verge of exploding, it had to soothe her.

Chi Xia massaged her temples helplessly. “But I’m suited for ‘Angst’ worlds. How do you expect me to blend into a Sweet Novel world?”

Then just mess the Sweet Novel world up! If everyone becomes a ‘psycho’ together, Xiaxia won’t be the outlier anymore, right?

009, accustomed to such chaos, offered its suggestion. Since they couldn’t leave, they had to adapt.

This bizarre logic somehow convinced Chi Xia. Man and system locked eyes; Chi Xia snapped her fingers, and the teleporter vanished into the dark clouds. It disappeared into the horizon as if nothing unusual had ever happened during the downpour.

The sound of summer cicadas was unique to the season. A car was parked under a tree by the roadside. The woman in the passenger seat was elegant and refined, with dark hair and snow-white skin that made her red lips look even more vivid. She seemed to think of something happy, as a gentle, spring-like smile played on her lips.

“Qingqing.”

The car door opened, and a curvaceous, mature woman climbed in. The fine lines at the corners of her eyes gave her an air of calm granted by the passing years. Meng Ruyan’s face beamed with joy; it seemed good news was coming.

“Mom, I’m twenty-five, not a child anymore. It’s not my first time coming back to the country, yet you still came to pick me up personally when you’re at your busiest,” Fang Yuqing said affectionately as she leaned toward Meng Ruyan.

Meng Ruyan patted her head, her smile blooming. “No matter how old Qingqing gets, you’ll always be a child to me. Picking you up at the airport is just a matter of driving; it’s not tiring. Originally, Old Chi planned to have his daughter pick you up, but Xiaxia had to go on a sudden business trip. Otherwise, you two could have met.”

Speaking of Chi Xia, Meng Ruyan sighed with emotion. “Come to think of it, you two haven’t seen each other in years, right? Do you still remember Chi Xia, who lived across the hall?”

Hearing that not-so-unfamiliar name, Fang Yuqing’s eyes rippled, her composure vanishing. She pursed her lips and muttered, “Chi Xia? How could I ever forget her?”

She only whispered it, so Meng Ruyan didn’t hear clearly. As the car started, Meng Ruyan continued, “I just went to drop off a wedding invitation to a friend. You weren’t waiting too long, were you, Qingqing?”

Fang Yuqing shook her head. She had fully processed the news of her mother’s remarriage, moving past the initial shock. When she first heard about it, Fang Yuqing was still abroad. She had planned to switch jobs and, once settled, bring her mother over. But now she had changed her mind. She couldn’t bear to leave Meng Ruyan, so she chose the second option: returning to the country.

Thinking of Chi Xia, whom her mother mentioned, she couldn’t help but ask, “Uncle Chi asked her to pick me up? She didn’t refuse?”

Meng Ruyan thought her daughter was worried that Chi Xia would be resistant to her father’s remarriage. She explained, “Why would Xiaxia refuse? She was actually the one who brought up picking you up first. If it weren’t for her company’s arrangements, she would be the one here right now.”

Fang Yuqing rubbed her earlobe awkwardly and murmured, “She’s actually that kind-hearted?”

The two of them had quite the history of conflict. At first, Fang Yuqing didn’t take it seriously, but as Chi Xia became more aggressive, Fang Yuqing had to stand her ground and fight back.

Thus, after a particular “war” broke out, the two had stopped speaking entirely.

In the years that followed, Fang Yuqing would often think of Chi Xia. Sometimes she felt frustrated by her youthful rebellion and immaturity; in truth, she didn’t hate Chi Xia at all, and there had been no need to let things escalate so far.

Regrettably, back then, neither would back down. If the friendship was over, it was over there was always someone else.

In the blink of an eye, many years had passed, and their next meeting would involve becoming members of a recomposed family. At the thought, Fang Yuqing slowly leaned down and covered her face with her hands. The heat in her palms betrayed her emotions.

Why am I getting more embarrassed and anxious the more I think about it?

“Qingqing, what’s wrong?” Her mother’s concern forced Fang Yuqing to hide her thoughts. She said casually, “Nothing, I’m just a little hungry.”

“We’re almost home. Your Uncle Chi has made a whole table of delicious food to welcome you.”

Fang Yuqing forced herself not to think about Chi Xia. According to her mother, it seemed she wouldn’t see Chi Xia for a few days. That was fine; let the awkwardness come as late as possible!

Fang Yuqing had a gentle personality. Even when Meng Ruyan talked about trivial family frustrations, she showed no impatience. She listened intently, gaining a deeper understanding of their relatives and this remarriage.

The moon was faint and stars were sparse by the time they reached home. Fang Yuqing carried her suitcase, following Meng Ruyan. She immediately saw the dishes set on the table. She smiled shyly and turned to speak to Chi Changhai, who was still busy in the kitchen: “It’s really too much trouble for you, Uncle Chi, making so many delicious things.”

Hearing the commotion outside, Chi Changhai wiped his hands on his apron and walked out. He was tall and thin, wearing a pair of glasses, and looked very amiable when he smiled. Chi Changhai ran a small restaurant; it was his excellent cooking that had kept it open for over twenty years.

He and Meng Ruyan exchanged a smile. He said, “No trouble at all. You and Xiaxia both loved my dry-pot ribs back in the day. Try them this time and see how they taste.”

Fang Yuqing wanted to help, but Chi Changhai waved her off. “I don’t even let Xiaxia into the kitchen when she’s home. I can handle it alone. You and your mom sit on the sofa and chat first; there’s only one last soup left.”

Meng Ruyan agreed, saying, “You’ve been on a plane all day. Rest. I’ll help your Uncle Chi.”

At these words, Fang Yuqing saw Chi Changhai’s smile deepen. She curled her lips and considerately agreed.

She stood in the living room alone, though she didn’t feel out of place. She couldn’t hear the conversation in the kitchen clearly, but it felt warm very different from the home in her memory. Because she had grown up alone with Meng Ruyan, the role of a father had never existed in her life. Suddenly having a new family member felt like everything was moving in a positive direction.

She tilted her head. Wait, not one, but two. How could she forget Chi Xia?

Fang Yuqing surveyed the room’s decor. This was the new house Chi Changhai and Meng Ruyan had bought. Their life was reflected everywhere. If there was any sign of Chi Xia’s presence, it was perhaps only the pair of slippers in the shoe cabinet; it seemed she rarely came here.

She was lost in thought. The person who had appeared most in her mind today wasn’t Meng Ruyan, but that Chi Xia, with whom she had a complicated, less-than-peaceful relationship.

Fang Yuqing’s delicate brows knitted together, a worried expression on her face.

“Meeting Uncle Chi felt natural, like being back in high school. Maybe… perhaps… when I finally see Chi Xia, it won’t be as bad or awkward as I imagine.”

Just then, the closed front door was opened. This caused Fang Yuqing to snap into high alert instantly. Like a startled small animal, she stared unblinkingly at the woman appearing in the entryway.

She swallowed hard, her heart hanging in her throat.

No way. Didn’t Mom say she was on a business trip? Why is she appearing here!

The woman’s stunning features were like a masterpiece from the goddess Nuwa. Her nonchalant eyes locked onto Fang Yuqing. Seeing her at home, Chi Xia wasn’t surprised at all.

She ran her hand through her hair and greeted her with total naturalness: “Long time no see.”

To an outsider, it might have been a common gesture.

But as it entered Fang Yuqing’s vision, she immediately understood Chi Xia’s deeper meaning.

Because the bright bracelet on that wrist instantly reminded Fang Yuqing of that great “war”.

Once, she had bitten her right there.

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