The Wang Family Village educated youth dormitory.
Achoo~~~
Jiang Shuyi sat wrapped in a quilt on the bed, her expression dark.
She never expected that Shen Nanchu was actually a member of the Pei family.
In her past life, Jiang Shuyi had known Pei Zhengnian’s family background inside out.
If Shen Nanchu was part of the Pei family but didn’t share their surname, there was only one possibility—
She was the shameless widow of Pei Zhengnian’s elder brother.
In her past life, Shen Nanchu had left the Pei family long ago. How could she possibly be here in Wang Family Village now?
Unless… Jiang Shuyi’s eyes gleamed with cunning.
Shen Nanchu was also reborn, just like her.
If that were the case, what was Shen Nanchu’s goal?
It went without saying—Pei Zhengnian.
Pei Zhengnian was hers. No one else could take him away.
Madness surged in Jiang Shuyi’s eyes.
Shen Nanchu… could not be allowed to live.
She needed to find a way to eliminate this threat once and for all.
"Jiang, I made you some ginger soup to ward off the cold."
Song Qingyang’s voice came from outside the door.
A twisted idea flashed through Jiang Shuyi’s mind.
"Song, the door’s unlocked. Come in!"
After exchanging a few perfunctory words with Song Qingyang, Jiang Shuyi feigned weakness.
"Song, I’m feeling too weak to move. Could you fetch a bottle of medicine from that suitcase for me?"
"Of course."
Song Qingyang thought nothing of it.
After rummaging through the suitcase, he finally found two small bottles of powder tucked in a hidden compartment.
"Jiang, there are two bottles here. Which one do you need?"
"The white one. The pink one is a special animal aphrodisiac I got from the village’s barefoot doctor—it’s used to help pigs breed."
Jiang Shuyi explained casually.
"My uncle’s village has been struggling with their pigs refusing to mate. It’s been driving him mad."
Song Qingyang’s eyes gleamed as he held the pink bottle.
"Well, they certainly should be breeding properly."
After Song Qingyang left, Jiang Shuyi got up and checked the suitcase. Just as she expected, the aphrodisiac powder was gone.
Originally, she had intended to use it on Pei Zhengnian.
Now, that cheap woman Shen Nanchu would get to enjoy it first.
The thought of Shen Nanchu’s fate after consuming the powder made Jiang Shuyi’s twisted face break into a deranged smile.
Shen Nanchu, just wait—your reputation will be ruined!
……
The next morning.
The entire Pei family gathered at the threshing ground early.
Since it was their first day in Wang Family Village, Wang Jianguo was supposed to introduce them to the villagers.
Lately, Shen Nanchu had been unusually drowsy and couldn’t bring herself to get up.
The courtyard gate was left slightly ajar, unlocked.
A shadowy figure sneaked in, creeping toward the kitchen.
It was Song Qingyang.
Spotting the warm porridge and steamed buns on the stove, he immediately sprinkled the stolen aphrodisiac powder into the porridge.
The pink powder dissolved instantly upon contact with the liquid.
Anticipation burned in Song Qingyang’s chest.
He hadn’t wanted to resort to such crude methods, but Shen Nanchu had left him no choice.
After dosing the porridge, he hid in a secluded corner, waiting for the right moment.
"Host, what’s your plan?"
The system had been live-streaming the entire scene.
"Stir-fried eggs with a side of chaos."
Shen Nanchu yawned elegantly, her eyes still heavy with sleep.
The system hesitated.
Should it secretly dispose of the porridge to prove its worth to its host?
As a mature system, it was supposed to think independently.
But this was too difficult—it had no idea what to do!
With the stage set, Shen Nanchu, as the protagonist, couldn’t afford to slack off.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
Who was the bait, and who was the prey? Time would tell.
Stretching lazily, Shen Nanchu stepped out of her room with alluring grace.
From his hiding spot, Song Qingyang watched, drool nearly dripping from his mouth.
She entered the kitchen and soon returned to her room with the drugged porridge.
"System, where’s the male lead right now?"
"Host, he went to the village committee office early to make a phone call. He’s on his way back now."
Shen Nanchu’s heart danced with glee.
Everything was falling perfectly into place—even the heavens were on her side.
"Host, what are you planning?" The system finally caught on.
"Just earning a bit of loathing points, that’s all." Shen Nanchu scooped a spoonful of porridge and disdainfully poured it out the window.
From Song Qingyang’s angle, it looked like she had finally consumed the drugged porridge.
His heart pounded, his hands trembled.
After a few minutes, when he heard soft, desperate moans from inside the room, he could no longer restrain himself.
He rushed out from his hiding spot and barged into Shen Nanchu’s room.
This scene, at that exact moment, was witnessed by Pei Zhengnian, who had just returned.
That was Shen Nanchu’s room.
That promiscuous woman!
[Loathing Points +300]
The system was stunned.
Shen Nanchu was delighted.
She had known that the petty male lead needed a strong dose of reality.
As Song Qingyang lunged at her, Shen Nanchu’s eyes brimmed with undisguised disgust.
She nimbly dodged, clutching her chest as if in unbearable distress, and let out a piercing scream.
"Ahhh—!!!"
Pei Zhengnian, who had been about to walk away, froze.
"Help!"
Damn it. Realization struck Pei Zhengnian, and he dashed into Shen Nanchu’s room like a whirlwind.
Before Song Qingyang could make another move, a fist slammed into his face, knocking him out cold.
Perfect opportunity.
Shen Nanchu’s gaze instantly turned hazy. Her delicate face flushed, her small hands tugging unconsciously at her cotton nightgown.
"So hot…"
The slipping gown revealed her collarbone and the curve of her shoulder, teasingly exposing a hint of softness.
One glance was all it took—Pei Zhengnian immediately averted his eyes and turned away.
"Shen Nanchu, what are you doing?"
"Pull your clothes back on. Now."
Yet the image was already seared into his mind.
Still playing the gentleman?
Shen Nanchu’s eyes cleared, a wicked smirk curling her lips.
Let’s see who breaks first.
She wrapped her arms around Pei Zhengnian from behind.
"Feels so good…"
Pei Zhengnian’s muscles tensed.
Shen Nanchu nuzzled her face against his back, her slender fingers slipping under his shirt, tracing the ridges of his abs with practiced ease.
"So cool…"
Pei Zhengnian felt like his entire body was on fire.
He grabbed her wandering hands, spun around, and pinned her against the wall.
"Shen Nanchu, snap out of it."
Snap out of it?
Now was not the time for restraint—it was time to indulge.
A glint flashed in Shen Nanchu’s eyes before she let her body go limp, sliding down the wall.
"Shen Nanchu!"
Panic flickered in Pei Zhengnian’s eyes as he caught her.
Shen Nanchu lifted her head, flashing him a dazzling smile.
Then, in one fluid motion, she hooked her legs around his waist.
Outside, a cacophony of voices erupted.
"The adulterers are in there!"
"Disgraceful! In broad daylight!"
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