Kill That Transmigrator Woman - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Wanwan

A pleasant male voice sounded by her ear. “Hmm?” The warm, gentle tone lifted slightly at the end, laced with a faint trace of amusement, clean and soft.
“Wanwan, do you have some dissatisfaction with my hair?”

“Ah?” This made Cui Wanwan all the more horrified.

Today was their very first meeting.

Faced with such an intimate form of address, Cui Wanwan didn’t say a word, feeling a little uneasy.

She suddenly thought of something, if she wanted to take her revenge in this life as she wished, it might be easier with the help of the person in front of her. After all, he was the only son of the General’s Manor. If she could tie herself to the General’s Manor, then her backing would not only be that vast household, but also the Emperor who sat on the throne.

Obviously, this Young General seemed to hold some fondness for her too. Cui Wanwan became just a little bit narcissistic.

It was said that while the Young General treated people as gently as flowing water, he also carried a sense of distance, like being a thousand miles away.

He made people afraid to get close lightly.

But now, it didn’t seem like he was that cold and indifferent.

Could it be because she was beautiful, even the Young General couldn’t resist?
She thickened her skin and indulged in that thought once.

Shen Jingzhou watched the endless shifts on her face and naturally knew what she was thinking. The smile at the corner of his lips deepened a bit more.

Should I take advantage of this?
Cui Wanwan was still hesitating. She stared at the outrageously good-looking face in front of her without moving. After a long while, she finally loosened the fists tightly clenched within her sleeves.

She had no enmity with Young General Shen. If she were to casually play with someone’s heart, wouldn’t that be too lowly of her?

Forget it.
Even if she had no chance of winning, she didn’t want to make use of an innocent person.

“No… The General’s… hair is smooth and shiny, very… very nice,” Cui Wanwan replied awkwardly, nearly biting her tongue in the process.

Unexpectedly, Shen Jingzhou seemed to have heard something very amusing. He chuckled again, a soft and elegant smile at the corners of his lips. His voice was gentle, “If you don’t like it, shaving it off is fine too.”

Cui Wanwan gave another embarrassed smile, her head almost buried into the ground.
She mumbled, “General jests.”

Who did she think she was?
She didn’t have the face for that.

“No need to call me General. You may call me by name.” Shen Jingzhou remained unfailingly polite the whole time. His clean face bore only a faint smile and warm gentleness. When he spoke, it was as if afraid of startling her, soft and tender.

Cui Wanwan pouted.
Even if you gave her a hundred times the courage, she wouldn’t dare.

She had earlier heard that Shen Jingzhou had once personally twisted the neck of a maid who tried to climb into his bed. Clearly, one couldn’t be fooled by this gentle and refined appearance.

Seeing her silent, Shen Jingzhou’s eyes held a soft light. “It’s all right. You don’t need to be afraid.”

Cui Wanwan felt that he was practically the worm in her belly—how could he always see right through what she was thinking?

The bright and striking girl wrapped in a fiery red fox-fur cloak nodded and softly replied with an “Mm.”

The two walked side by side, while Miaomiao, knowing her place, trailed behind at a steady and unhurried pace.

They were walking so close that Cui Wanwan could even smell the pleasant scent on him, it was a faint and fresh fragrance, as elegant and crisp as his appearance. Handsome with a touch of refinement, he gave off a courteous and genteel aura.

It inexplicably settled her nerves and calmed her considerably.

After taking Shen Jingzhou for a walk around the Cui residence, Cui Wanwan politely offered, “Would the General like to stay for lunch before leaving?”

“Hmm?” Shen Jingzhou smiled gently and asked in return, “What did you just call me?”

Cui Wanwan really couldn’t bring herself to say his name, so she played dumb as if she hadn’t heard and shifted her gaze away.

Shen Jingzhou didn’t press her, simply pursing his lips slightly.

She didn’t know if it was just her imagination, but she kept feeling like he was watching her and smiling again.

Did she look that funny? Why was it that since he saw her today, this battle-hardened god of death was either smiling faintly or on the verge of laughing?

Shen Jingzhou smiled and nodded. “Alright then, it would be discourteous to decline.”

What?!
Cui Wanwan suddenly looked up, her expression frozen for a moment.

She was only being polite, she hadn’t really planned on inviting Shen Jingzhou to a meal!

Because she clearly knew that the Young General never dined in other people’s residences. It was rumored to be due to a cleanliness obsession or something.

Great, now this was awkward.

“Well… I just remembered… I don’t think we have enough rice at home. How about I treat the General to a meal outside? There’s a restaurant in the capital that’s really quite good—the food is excellent,” Cui Wanwan forced out a stiff smile. She absolutely didn’t want to hand over another strategy target to the transmigrator for free.

“That’s fine too,” Shen Jingzhou’s eyes carried a trace of a smile.
“Wherever Wanwan wants to go is fine.”

This is bad.
Real bad. Could Shen Jingzhou really be taken with her looks?
Interested in her?

The thought made Cui Wanwan shudder on the spot. She figured she was getting way too narcissistic. What kind of person was the Young General? She didn’t think she was worthy.

In the end, Cui Wanwan still took Shen Jingzhou out to eat. The main reason was she didn’t want Wei Qingyu and him to run into each other.

Such a dazzling and peerless man, who’s to say he isn’t one of the “male leads” Wei Qingyu had mentioned?

If they met early, it would only help along Wei Qingyu’s “strategy” missions.

Cui Wanwan wasn’t about to help her prepare the bridal veil.

Inside the private room of the restaurant, looking at the dishes covering the table, Cui Wanwan once again fell into self-doubt.

Since she was the one treating, she let him order the dishes.

Who would’ve thought that when the waiter brought the food to the table, she’d realize—why were all the dishes exactly to her taste?

She looked toward Shen Jingzhou with a suspicious gaze and spoke hesitantly, “General Shen, do you like these?”

“Mm.” Shen Jingzhou’s voice was clear and pleasant to the ear.

Cui Wanwan raised her eyebrows. “I like these too.”

Shen Jingzhou curved his lips into a smile. “What a coincidence.”

Cui Wanwan: “Coincidence… sure is quite the coincidence, haha…”

The entire meal was filled with an air of stiffness and awkwardness.

After they finished eating, Cui Wanwan paid the bill, then stood and gave a polite bow. “Then I bid the General farewell.”

Shen Jingzhou looked at her, didn’t say a word, only nodded slightly before turning to leave.

Only after he was gone did Cui Wanwan finally let out a long breath of relief.

Miaomiao leaned over at this moment. “Second Miss, this servant thinks the Young General treats you rather differently. I’ve heard many stories about him and thought he’d be some terrifying brute, over two meters tall, with arms thicker than my legs. But I didn’t expect him to be not only as handsome as jade but also so gentle and refined in demeanor.”

“It’s true he’s called a god of killing,” Cui Wanwan said, pinching Miaomiao’s cheek lightly, “but most of those stories are just people admiring how good he looks. How could he be some burly man? Have you ever seen a brute being praised as ‘a gentleman without equal in the world’?”

On the way back, Cui Wanwan still felt like she was dreaming.

The elegant and graceful Shen Jingzhou, could he really be that ruthless little King of Hell who kills without blinking?

In her previous life, she hadn’t known much about him. After her death, she could see him daily, but it was always him lowering his eyes in scripture recitation, quietly striking the wooden fish.

Until today, in her past life, Cui Wanwan had never seen Shen Jingzhou smile.

It was as if this person had been born incapable of smiling.

She couldn’t help but start to wonder, was the Shen Jingzhou she saw today really the same monk Shen Jingzhou from her previous life?

Could he have been possessed?

Sometimes, the unexplained smiles and gentleness of a military man were more frightening than anything else.

“No, Miaomiao, when you have time, go find out what happened between the Young General and that maid who had her neck twisted.”

Miaomiao, “Yes, Miss.”