Kill That Transmigrator Woman - Chapter 15

Chapter 15 — Just Wait Outside

The next day, before dawn had even broken, Wei Qingyu came knocking, saying she wanted to make up for the welcome gift she failed to deliver the day before.

“Miss Wei, Second Miss is not yet awake. Please have a seat and wait a moment,” said Miaomiao, a newly arrived maid, stopping Wei Qingyu who was about to barge in directly.

Wei Qingyu was stunned for a moment, then her expression instantly turned cold.

“What did you just call me?” Wei Qingyu glared icily at Miaomiao, her gaze sweeping up and down over the maid in front of her. The corners of her mouth curled into a mocking, disdainful sneer, her eyes full of contempt.

A mere maid, and she dared block her way?

No sense of propriety—did she not realize Wei Qingyu was now the dignified Eldest Miss of the Cui residence?

Miaomiao kept her head bowed, but her back was perfectly straight. She spoke calmly and with neither arrogance nor servility.
“Miss Wei, our young miss is still resting. Please wait outside for a short while.”

“How dare you!” Wei Qingyu’s personal maid shouted angrily, jabbing her index finger at Miaomiao’s nose.
“You’re just a servant—how dare you be so disrespectful to the Eldest Miss! Who gave you the nerve? Such insolence should be beaten to death!”

Miaomiao raised her head and replied expressionlessly,
“First, I belong to the Second Miss. In how I behave and conduct myself, it is my mistress who gives me the courage to face the world.
Second, where exactly was I disrespectful just now?
All Miss Wei wanted was for this servant to call her ‘Eldest Miss’—if that’s what you want, why not just say it directly?”

“Get out of my way!” Wei Qingyu’s face darkened, her tone icy.

Miaomiao added fuel to the fire.
“They say Miss Wei has the bearing of a celestial being—kind, gentle, and approachable. But looking at you today, how come I can’t see a trace of that? What I do see is aggression and intimidation. Were the rumors all false?”

Miaomiao had originally not been named Miao Miao. She was adopted from a farming household by Cui Wanwan. Her birth name, given by her parents, was Zhao Di—a name that literally meant “bring a younger brother.”

That farming family was severely patriarchal. Including Miaomiao, they had given birth to nine daughters.

Aside from the eldest, Miaomiao, all the others were abandoned in mountain ditches before they even reached their first month of life, as the family could not afford to raise them.

When Miaomiao turned seventeen, her parents finally had a son.

Her home was so poor they could barely boil a pot of porridge. The walls were drafty, leaking from every corner. To provide a better life for the heir to their family line, that same year her parents sold Miaomiao to a crippled old man for thirty taels of silver.

At the moment of her greatest despair, Cui Wanwan appeared and rescued her.

Cui Wanwan bought her with double the silver.

From the moment she began serving Cui Wanwan, Miaomiao had genuinely grown to admire her mistress.

Her life was given to her by the Second Miss. She was willing to give everything for her—even her own life.

Everything that had happened last night, Miaomiao had seen with her own eyes, and so she showed no pleasant expression toward Wei Qingyu, the Cui family’s newly adopted “righteous daughter.”

Second Miss had been away from home for three years, and now that she had finally returned, the dishes on the table were still mostly the favorites of that fake imitation.

Everyone else seemed blind—clearly, Second Miss had been wronged, yet they all pretended not to see.

Their own flesh-and-blood daughter wasn’t even as important as an outsider.

Miaomiao turned around and slammed the door shut with a loud “bang!”

That wicked little snake—just wait outside!

As she turned and lifted her head, she happened to meet the gaze of her own Second Miss.

“Well done,” Cui Wanwan curved her lips into a smile, not at all stingy with her praise for Miaomiao.

She figured that transmigrator girl must’ve been furious last night—probably didn’t sleep a wink. And now, before the sky had even fully brightened, she came rushing over in such a panic.

But Cui Wanwan just refused to see her.

Want to see her?
And disturb her sleep?
Then let her wait outside.

Cui Wanwan leaned back again, resting her hands behind her head.
Let her take a moment to think—what was it that people in her previous life used to say about her?

A venomous and vicious heart.

Arrogant and domineering, corrupted by jealousy.

Notoriously shameless.

Cui Wanwan closed her eyes, concealing the emotions in them. After being covered in wounds for so long, one becomes numb.

But numbness was a good thing—when you felt nothing toward anything, nothing could hurt you anymore.

In her previous life, even in death, she hadn’t been granted a proper coffin.
“Heh…” The girl’s eyes were filled with venom and seething malice.

In her past life, she had followed the teachings of the Cui family, working hard to become a noble young lady worthy of the clan.
She had mastered all the traditional skills—qin, chess, calligraphy, painting—devoting herself to excellence in everything.
Even martial arts, which most girls in the capital wouldn’t dare touch, she had gotten up before dawn to practice diligently.

And yet, that girl, who worked so hard, was still spat upon by others.

So in this life, she smiled brightly and boldly, reaching out her right hand toward the empty space above her. Her sleeve slipped down, revealing a snow-white, jade-like arm. Her gaze burned, overflowing with cold hatred, and then she softly spoke:

“Then I’ll just be a villain.”

If she was going to be bad, she’d be thoroughly bad.
Since she was the vicious supporting character, then she—this vicious supporting character—was going to destroy the female lead.

At first, Cui Wanwan hadn’t understood what “female lead” and “supporting character” meant.

But by the end, she did.

In Wei Qingyu’s eyes, the world they lived in was like a storybook.

Lovers destined to be together, all good fortune belonged to the transmigrator; villains met their fitting end—and she was that villain.

After resting for a bit, Cui Wanwan leisurely got out of bed and, with Miaomiao’s help, slowly dressed and did her hair.

Only then did she unhurriedly step outside.

At this moment, Wei Qingyu had already been waiting outside for two whole hours, and her stomach was full of simmering anger.

“Little sister is finally up—look at that, the sun’s already shining on your butt. Lazing in bed isn’t a good habit.” Wei Qingyu forced her fake smile back onto her face.

Cui Wanwan crossed her arms in front of her chest. The twin Hetian jade bangles on her wrists clinked together with a clear and pleasant sound. She raised her eyebrows and said,
“You smile so fake.”

Wei Qingyu: “…”

“Was it the cold wind outside blowing too hard? Why does it look like half your face is paralyzed?” Cui Wanwan added helpfully, “Sister, do you want to see a doctor for a few acupuncture needles?”

“System, system.” Wei Qingyu couldn’t understand what Cui Wanwan was saying, so she called out in her mind, “What does she mean? What is koupi¹?”

The mechanical voice of the system responded.
“Reporting to Host: it means facial paralysis.”

Cui Wanwan, who could hear the conversation between Wei Qingyu and the system, tried hard to suppress her laughter when she heard that.

Wei Qingyu felt like a lump of air was stuck in her chest, but she still maintained the smile on her face and said,
“Little sister Wanwan, you’re really too funny. Yesterday, I ended up eating the rabbit pastries that were meant for you, so today I specially came to bring you another batch.”

Cui Wanwan blinked at her and said,
“Oh? You didn’t put almond powder in them this time, did you?”

“Ah?” A flicker of unease passed through Wei Qingyu’s eyes.
“Wanwan, what are you talking about? Sister doesn’t understand.”

“Yesterday you put something in the pastries that I’m allergic to,” Cui Wanwan said with a playful smile, “but when you saw things weren’t going well, you had no choice but to eat them yourself. Am I right, sister?”

Wei Qingyu choked, her face paling slightly. But she quickly regained her composure and smiled,
“Wanwan really likes to joke.”

Her shift in expression was so fast that if Cui Wanwan hadn’t been watching her face intently, she might not have noticed.

“That’s right.” Cui Wanwan laughed, “Sister, don’t mind me—I’m just like this, I enjoy joking around. After all, you’re my Sister, there’s no reason you’d want to harm me, right?”

Being stared at so directly, it was Wei Qingyu who first lost momentum.
“Ah? Of course. We’re sisters—naturally we should have deep affection for each other. Father said so: sisters of the same family must support one another. And if we’re ever fortunate enough to enter the palace, we must be strong and dependable pillars for each other.”

Tch!

After hearing her say all this sanctimonious nonsense, Cui Wanwan only wanted to spit right on her head.

Who’s “sisters” with her? She really thought too highly of herself.

There was only one proper Cui family daughter—and that was Cui Wanwan.
Did Wei Qingyu have Cui blood running through her veins?

And besides, what kind of sister keeps trying to seduce her own older brother?

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Koupi¹- It’s supposed to be kou yan wai xie which means facial nerve paralysis.