Kill That Transmigrator Woman - Chapter 20

Chapter 20: She Doesn’t Care

“Little Sister Wanwan, would you like to build a snowman together?” Wei Qingyu smiled from afar, her cool and elegant face carrying a faint, nearly imperceptible trace of smugness.

And indeed, she did have reason to be smug.

The warmth in Cui Wanwan’s eyes faded further and further, turning cold.

“No need.” Cui Wanwan glanced at the snowman with utter indifference. Without the system’s help, there were many things Wei Qingyu was simply not good at.

Take building a snowman in this snowy weather, for instance.

“Why not?” Wei Qingyu asked gently, lips curled in a soft smile, pretending not to understand.

She looked cold and aloof on the surface, but in truth, her heart was already shouting wildly: Lose your composure already!
The childhood sweetheart who once treasured you now comes looking for me every day and doesn’t even remember your existence. You should be furious, because I, the true chosen one, have taken everything that once belonged to you.

Once Cui Wanwan lost her temper out of jealousy, Wei Qingyu only needed to act a little pitiful, and she could easily win the Heir’s sympathy.

People always favor the weak.

Especially someone like Ling Xun, simple-minded, rigid in his black-and-white thinking, pure as a boy could be. To fool Ling Xun was one of the easiest things in the world for Wei Qingyu.

But unexpectedly, Cui Wanwan did not respond as Wei Qingyu had anticipated. She did not fly into a rage or forcibly drag Ling Xun away, instead, she let out a very soft laugh.

“This young miss has lived for over ten years, and this is the first time I’ve seen such an ugly, strange-looking snow doll. I truly must thank elder sister today for broadening my horizons.” Cui Wanwan spoke with a smile, looking directly at her, while her peripheral gaze swept up and down that snowman several times. Finally, when her eyes moved away, they were full of disdain, like even looking at it too long would dirty her vision.

Wei Qingyu’s smile froze instantly.

She knew, Cui Wanwan wasn’t just disdaining that snowman.

Cui Wanwan was scorning her, looking down on her.

“Miaomiao, let’s go.” Cui Wanwan smiled faintly and lifted her chin as she walked forward.

“Wanwan, I…” Ling Xun followed after her, calling anxiously, “I’m sorry. I did come looking for you, it’s just that I don’t know how, I somehow forgot. Later, the little fairy said with all this snow falling, you would surely come out to admire it, so we waited here for you…”

“If you truly came looking for me,” Cui Wanwan interrupted calmly, turning around to face the Heir. Her expression was cool as she looked at him and said each word slowly and clearly, “Then how could you forget? Wasn’t I your main reason for visiting the Cui mansion? Since you could forget, then it simply means you didn’t care enough.”

Hearing her say this, Ling Xun’s face turned tense all at once, every muscle in his body tightening. In that moment, he felt something quietly slipping away from him.

He had always been somewhat oblivious, but now, this anxiety and unease surged violently through him, though he couldn’t quite explain why.

“Are you angry, Wanwan?” Ling Xun asked, nervous and flustered.
He hurriedly promised, “I swear, I’ll never forget again. Wanwan, please believe me, okay?”

Ling Xun was already handsome to begin with, and when this sunny youth acted soft and apologized, he truly resembled a pitiful little puppy.

The bright and lovely girl standing not far away suddenly burst into laughter, radiant as the midday sun, melting the biting cold of winter in an instant.

“Your Highness must be joking. How could I possibly be angry with you?” Cui Wanwan’s smile grew more and more dazzling, yet her tone remained light and indifferent.
“I never cared to begin with.”

Yes, never cared, so where would anger even come from?

Ling Xun smiled in relief at first when he heard the beginning of her words, but that smile soon froze on his face.

What did his Little Sister Wanwan just say?

She didn’t care?

Ling Xun was straightforward and pure-hearted. Whatever he was thinking usually showed right on his face. After hearing Cui Wanwan’s words, he clearly looked at a loss.

This upset him even more than if she had gotten mad or thrown a tantrum. He would have rather she beat him up to let off steam.

Cui Wanwan said nothing more and simply walked off toward another open area in the snow. Ling Xun stared at her retreating figure, then looked down at the snowman he and the little fairy had just finished building, not a trace of enthusiasm remained.

“Your Highness, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. If it hadn’t been for me, Little Sistet Wanwan wouldn’t have gotten upset with you,” Wei Qingyu said softly, her lashes lowered with a trace of guilt and a hint of grievance.

She looked cautiously at Ling Xun. “How about I go apologize to Wanwan-meimei?”

Ling Xun said nothing, his gaze vacant, still fixed on the spot where Cui Wanwan had just been standing. Clearly, he hadn’t heard a word.

“Your Highness?” Wei Qingyu’s eyes flickered with a flash of displeasure. She stepped forward and gently tugged at Ling Xun’s sleeve.

Only then did Ling Xun snap out of it.

So Wei Qingyu repeated what she had just said, and the response she got was exactly what she had hoped for.

“No need. She’s always been spoiled with a young lady’s temper. Besides, she’s the one who called your snowman ugly in the first place.”

Though he didn’t truly feel that way, the words he spoke were aimed right at the most hurtful spot.

Ling Xun was still a stubborn young man, he couldn’t accept that sentence Cui Wanwan had said, “I never cared.”
So he said it on purpose, hoping to upset his childhood sweetheart in return.

Unfortunately, the boy back then didn’t know, and didn’t understand, that after today, there would be no going back between them.

The seemingly cheerful and lively girl actually had a heart harder than anyone’s.

At this moment, Cui Wanwan had already gathered a pile of snow and flung it toward Miaomiao with a bright smile.

Miaomiao quickly rolled up a small snowball and tossed it right back.

Back and forth they went, the two playful girls running endlessly through the snow, laughing and chasing one another.

Miaomiao watched her young lady dashing through the snow, her brows and eyes tinged with a gentle warmth.

Young Miss, please keep smiling like this—always full of joy, may all misfortunes stay far, far away from you.

That Wei Qingyu?
Just some nobody who came out of nowhere—how dare she think she’s worthy of constantly fighting with her young lady?

She’s not worthy at all!

The red fox-fur cloak stood out starkly in the snow, and the girl’s laughter, as crisp as silver bells, rang out again and again. The wind swept past Cui Wanwan’s ear, lifting a lock of her dark hair. Her eyelashes were dusted white by falling snowflakes, crystal clear—like a spirit out of an ancient tale.

The cold wind blew petals from the snowy plum blossoms down onto the ground. The girl, now tired from playing, crouched down in her red cloak to gather those scattered plum petals.

Her slender fingers were fair as jade, gently picking them up one by one.

In the distance, Wei Qingyu was still tirelessly “working on” Ling Xun. But when she saw this scene, even as a fellow woman, her heart faltered for a moment, dazzled by Cui Wanwan’s beauty.

Without showing any emotion, she shifted a few steps to the side, positioning her body just right to completely block Ling Xun’s line of sight.

“Your Highness, it’s so cold. Look—the snow’s starting up again. Why don’t we go back inside and have some hot soup?” Wei Qingyu smiled with her lips gently pressed together, her voice tender as water, like an orchid’s fragrance sinking quietly into the soul.

Ling Xun was momentarily dazed.

In those three years traveling the jianghu with Cui Wanwan, he had seen many beauties in all sorts of styles, but none quite left an impression like the one before him now, Wei Qingyu.

The more time he spent with her, the more he wondered—how could such a flawless girl even exist?

So noble, so out of reach—like a pure lotus: admired from afar, not to be touched.

“Ah? Uh… alright… okay.” A faint blush rose on Ling Xun’s ears. All his earlier tangled emotions were swept away, replaced by the shy thrill of being noticed by a beauty.

After they left, the snow did indeed begin to fall heavier.

Though it was snowing, the sunlight remained bright. The sun hung large in the sky, casting warm rays. After all that activity, Cui Wanwan didn’t feel cold at all.

She bent down and picked up a withered branch, casually twirling it into a sword flower—sharp and graceful, full of elegance and the carefree spirit of the martial world.

The previous move was still full of delicate grace, but the next was swift and expansive, bold and clean.

The withered branch swept across the snow, sending white flakes flying into the air. Snowy plum blossoms swirled around her, landing on her fingertips and the tip of the branch. With a leap into the air, all the brilliance in the sky seemed to bow beneath her sword.

“This way, Young General, please…” Father Cui welcomed Shen Jingzhou with polite deference, only to see the young man suddenly stop in his tracks.

Father Cui followed his gaze and happened to catch sight of his youngest daughter practicing swordplay in the snow, a withered branch in hand.

“This is my youngest daughter, Cui Wanwan. I hope she hasn’t made a fool of herself before the Young General.”

Though the youth before him was of the younger generation, Father Cui dared not be the least bit neglectful.

It wasn’t merely because this young man was the only son of Great General Shen, the one destined to inherit the marshal’s seal and title, but more importantly, because this youth had already fought alongside his father on the battlefield at such a young age.

All of Shen Jingzhou’s glory was not won by riding on his father’s coattails, but earned by the boy himself, battle by battle, through real blood and iron.