Kill That Transmigrator Woman - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Ling Xun

Right now, there are still a full three years before that woman from another world arrives.

Three years—neither long nor short; enough time for Cui Wanwan to do many things, but perhaps still not enough to avoid utter defeat in the end.

Therefore, Cui Wanwan had no intention of relying on change to save this lifetime, because she knew very well that no matter what she did, the moment that woman from another world descended—with a strange power called a “system” aiding her—she was destined to lose.

Since that’s the case, Cui Wanwan curled her lips into a smile, clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms, her eyes cold and emotionless.

“Then let’s descend into purgatory together.”

The only question was—when the time came, would that so-called daughter of destiny from another world, with a system at her side, be able to withstand the desperate resistance of the so-called vicious girl Cui Wanwan, who had clawed her way up step by step from purgatory?

Cui Wanwan stepped barefoot off the bed and slowly walked to the bronze mirror, looking at the reflection of herself.

Both her bone structure and facial features were exquisite—bright and delicate, her brows and eyes like a painting. Her eyes sparkled like stars, dazzlingly beautiful. Even at a young age, she left a lasting impression, like the full moon hanging in the sky, its radiance stretching for miles.

With such beauty, it wasn’t hard to imagine that in just a few more years, this young girl would blossom into a woman of devastating charm—so beautiful that even a whole kingdom might not boast another like her.

Cui Wanwan pressed her lips together and gently pinched her cheek with her slender jade-like fingers. She murmured to herself, “What use is being pretty? In front of her, it all becomes vulgar.”

This was something universally acknowledged in her past life—when it came to looks alone, Wei Qingyu couldn’t outshine Cui Wanwan.

But Wei Qingyu had a presence like a goddess descended to the mortal world—an aura that could crush all other women. Even Cui Wanwan, hailed as the most beautiful woman in the capital, seemed no more than common rouge and powder next to the celestial fairy that was Wei Qingyu.

When Wei Qingyu merely curled her lips into a smile, those young noblemen who once adored Cui Wanwan would behave as if they had glimpsed a divine being and scramble over themselves to fall at Wei Qingyu’s feet.

Wei Qingyu would frown slightly, say a few vague words, and Cui Wanwan—who had done absolutely nothing—would become the target of all.

Standing before the bronze mirror, Cui Wanwan’s gaze gradually turned cold.

Vicious, was it? Then this time, she would let them see what true female malice really looked like.

——
Cui Wanwan of the Cui family had been the treasured pearl in her parents’ palms since the day she was born.

It was said that not long ago, she had accidentally fallen into water and remained unconscious for more than half a month before slowly waking up.

“Wanwan! Wanwan! I brought you something good!” Before the person arrived, a youthful voice rang out first.

Cui Wanwan sat upright in the lakeside pavilion, holding a hand warmer wrapped in fox fur. Upon hearing that familiar voice from her memories, she slowly lifted her head.

The young man wore a purple robe with fitted sleeves, his long black hair tied into a ponytail and secured with a dark gemstone jade crown. He carried a delicate, ornate box in both hands, and a large bundle of rattan sticks strapped to his back, striding briskly in her direction.

It had been a long time—Ling Xun, the heir to a noble title, her childhood playmate, and one of the people who had disappointed her in her previous life.

In that past life, after she had fallen into the water and woken up, she still couldn’t get out of bed. Ling Xun had come dressed just like this, half-kneeling outside her room, with only a curtain separating them.

This time around, she found that her body was much stronger than before and recovered much more quickly.

So she had come to the Cui family’s lakeside pavilion to watch the sunrise.

“This is a fine red fox pelt I got a few days ago while hunting with some of the princes. It’s thick, soft, and beautiful. Wanwan, look! Do you like it?” The young man eagerly opened the box made of redwood, revealing the red fox fur inside.

Without even waiting for Cui Wanwan to reply, he stuffed it directly into her hands.

Cui Wanwan lowered her head, her slender jade-like fingers lightly stroking the fox fur. It felt soft and warm to the touch—just running her hand over it was a tactile delight.

It was top-quality fox fur, and rare red fox at that—truly a fine gift.

It was worth many times more than the common white fox fur resting on her knees.

The hand warmer sat on her lap, its heat gradually spreading through her body, yet it could never warm the chill in her heart.

Her right hand gently rested on the red fox fur, while her left hand lay hidden on her knee, completely covered by the wide cloak and long sleeves.

No one could see that her hand was clenched tightly around her clothing, her knuckles turning pale from the pressure. It wasn’t nervousness, but hatred—a deep, long-standing resentment and unwillingness to accept.

Seeing her remain silent, Ling Xun thought she was still angry at him for not protecting her that day, for causing her to fall into the pond. So he half-knelt on the ground and began pulling out the rattan sticks one by one.

“Wanwan, my dear Wanwan, I’ve come to accept punishment and beg for forgiveness. Hit me as much as you want, as long as it eases your anger.”

In her past life, Cui Wanwan had of course not hit him, not even spoken a single word of blame. It was normal, after all, for children to get into accidents while playing.

But today—this life—it was different.

The sound of the rattan striking bare skin suddenly echoed through the lakeside pavilion. Cui Wanwan’s lips curved slightly, and without another word, she brought the switch down.

Ling Xun cried out instinctively in pain. The girl’s strength was surprisingly great. Though the strike wouldn’t tear his flesh, it was by no means light.

Clearly, the noble young heir hadn’t expected his sweet childhood friend to actually raise her hand against him, and for a moment, he was stunned by the blow.

After a pause, he pressed his lips together and endured it with clenched teeth, without flinching in the slightest.
“Go on, Wanwan. That was a good hit.”

Cui Wanwan raised her brow slightly, tilting her head as she looked at him with an air of innocent curiosity.
“I hit you, and you’re not angry?”

“It was my fault. As long as you’re not angry with me, Wanwan, that’s all that matters,” Ling Xun said as he shut his eyes.
“Continue.”

Cui Wanwan smiled. The smile on her face grew more “innocent and carefree,” but beneath that false purity was malice in full bloom.

In her previous life, everyone had called her a ruthless and vicious woman. Thinking about it now, maybe being that kind of woman wasn’t so bad after all.

Since the stains on her reputation couldn’t be washed clean, then she would use that filth to drag down everyone who had once hurt her.

Once, aside from her family, the person Cui Wanwan trusted most was the young heir, Ling Xun.

They had grown up together, the best of playmates, people who would sacrifice unconditionally for one another in times of hardship.

That kind of bond had nothing to do with love—it was the purest form of deep friendship.

But after Wei Qingyu appeared, Ling Xun began to stop trusting her.

He, who knew her character better than nearly anyone else in the world, when he saw her being slandered, not only didn’t stand up to defend her, he even took Wei Qingyu’s side. Just like the others, he looked at her with eyes full of disgust and contempt—as if watching her sink into the mire was something to applaud.

Later, she went to confront him and demand an explanation.
And what did she get?

He looked at her with guilt in his eyes and said,
“Wanwan, I’m sorry. If I step forward to defend you and let the truth come out, then Yu’er, who’s been accusing you this whole time, will be put in an awkward position. Yu’er is pure and flawless, with a simple and delicate heart. If things were to get stirred up like that, even if your name is cleared, Yu’er will become the one everyone criticizes.”
“Wanwan, you’ve always been strong—suffering a little won’t do you much harm.”

“All of it was just a misunderstanding, that’s all. Wanwan, can’t you be a bit more forgiving? Don’t keep holding it against Yu’er. She knows now that she misunderstood you and feels terribly guilty. She even skipped lunch today—just seeing her like that makes your heart ache.”

“And what about me?” Cui Wanwan looked at him, eyes filled with disappointment.
“My reputation was ruined in an instant, shunned by noble ladies and young lords alike. Have you ever once thought about what kind of position that put me in?”

Ling Xun, after a brief inner struggle, finally raised his eyes to look at her. His tone carried a trace of impatience.
“Just be magnanimous. A daughter of the Cui family shouldn’t be petty. You carry the honor of your entire clan—no matter what others say, it won’t truly harm you. But Yu’er is different. She’s all alone. She only has me.”

Her thoughts slowly returned to the present.

Cui Wanwan swung her arm with force and brought the rattan switch down hard on the young man’s slender back.

Her death—Ling Xun could not be absolved of blame.

He was one of the sparks that fanned the flames. The disdain and hatred she suffered, aside from the woman who orchestrated it all, had his shadow too.

After striking him seven times, Cui Wanwan’s eyes turned slightly red. She bit softly on the inside of her cheek and flung the rattan stick to the ground, turning around in a huff.
“I hate you. Go away. Don’t ever come looking for me again.”

The girl’s face was full of arrogant pride, her delicate features radiant with spirit—so stunning she seemed like the most dazzling star in the night sky.

Hearing this, Ling Xun instantly panicked. He quickly stood up, shoved the rattan stick back into her hand, and coaxed her in a low, pleading voice:
“Don’t say that, good Wanwan, my dear sister. Go on, if you’re still angry, you can hit me ten, even eight more times. If that’s not enough, beat me until I look like a pig’s head.”

That line made Cui Wanwan laugh. Her silver-bell-like laughter rang out a few times. Then she reached out and patted Ling Xun’s shoulder.
“Alright, I’m not mad anymore. You said last time you’d teach me to ride a horse—does that still count?”

“Of course it counts.” Ling Xun, like a man revived from the ashes, instantly perked up.
“But… your body just recovered. Can you really ride a horse now?”

“It’s fine.” Cui Wanwan stepped forward and took the young man’s hand, smiling like a blooming flower.

But beneath that lively, radiant gaze was a winter so cold it could never be thawed in this lifetime.

In her past life, she had learned a word from that woman from another world—it was called “strategy.”

This time, they would see whose “strategy” would win in the end.

Wei Qingyu, just wait and see.