Blame the Villain – Chapter 249

Real World (3)

Song Xuyi felt as if she was still dreaming.

Over these years, Rong Yu had initially called her “Miss Song,” and later, as they became more familiar, switched to “Xuyi,” but had never called her “wife” like this.

However, Song Xuyi soon realized she wasn’t dreaming—she was so shocked that she lost her balance and fell from the edge of the bed, hitting her arm against the bedframe. The sharp pain proved everything was real.

Yet Song Xuyi felt this was even more bizarre than a dream: Rong Yu had clearly been sleeping on that side of the bed, but now she appeared beneath Song Xuyi, catching her perfectly as she fell, preventing any injury.

Was that even humanly possible in terms of speed?

This thought flashed through Song Xuyi’s mind, but then she remembered that Rong Yu had just recovered from a serious illness. She hurriedly crawled out of Rong Yu’s arms while asking, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” Rong Yu said softly.

Song Xuyi breathed a sigh of relief and tried to stand up, but somehow her foot caught on Rong Yu’s ankle, and she fell again—

This time, Song Xuyi and Rong Yu ended up face to face.

Up close, Rong Yu’s face appeared even more exquisite, with that alluring red mole beneath her eye, while Song Xuyi was now lying on Rong Yu’s chest, her hands touching…

?!

Though Rong Yu usually dressed conservatively, Song Xuyi had never touched Rong Yu’s body before, and only now realized that Rong Yu’s figure was quite alluring. They were so close that Song Xuyi could feel Rong Yu’s soft breathing…

Song Xuyi’s face instantly turned bright red.

When her eyes met Rong Yu’s, she noticed a glimmer of amusement had appeared in them as Rong Yu quietly gazed at her. Song Xuyi felt as if she could drown in Rong Yu’s eyes, and she hastily withdrew her hands, scrambling up in embarrassment.

This time, thankfully, nothing went wrong. Song Xuyi sat to the side, and at that moment, her cat Xiao Hei [小黑 | Xiǎo Hēi | literally “Little Black”] leisurely strolled in. Upon seeing Rong Yu in the room, it fearfully tried to leave, but how could Song Xuyi let this lifeline escape in such an awkward situation? After calling “Xiao Hei” several times, the cat reluctantly came back, crouching beside Song Xuyi with its tail facing Rong Yu, attempting to pretend Rong Yu didn’t exist.

Xiao Hei was a stray cat Song Xuyi had previously adopted, growing from a tiny thing into a sleek-furred pet under her care. While Xiao Hei wasn’t afraid of anyone else, it became nervous at the sight of Rong Yu.

Song Xuyi wasn’t much different from Xiao Hei at this moment. She didn’t dare look at Rong Yu, thinking that Rong Yu might have used the wrong term of address in a moment of confusion. To avoid awkwardness, she simply lowered her head and focused intently on petting the cat.

Xiao Hei was still a kitten with smooth fur that felt extremely pleasant to pet. Looking at Xiao Hei, Song Xuyi had a strange, hazy feeling: she seemed to have seen what Xiao Hei would look like when grown up.

But where was that?

Song Xuyi couldn’t remember. She was carefully considering how to bring up the topic of divorce with Rong Yu, but couldn’t concentrate—even with her head down, she could feel Rong Yu’s gaze sticking to her like silk threads. Song Xuyi didn’t dare turn around, feeling her whole body burning hot, almost steaming.

After who knows how long, Rong Yu finally got up and returned to her own room.

Song Xuyi let out a long breath, put Xiao Hei down, and went to the bathroom.

After washing up, Song Xuyi calmed down and felt that her previous behavior had been truly embarrassing. Since Rong Yu had just recovered from her illness, Song Xuyi should at least greet her properly and then naturally bring up the topic of divorce.

Over these years, Song Xuyi had reduced her workload and enrolled in dance classes in her spare time. Initially, she joined because of Rong Yu, not wanting to embarrass her at social gatherings. However, Rong Yu rarely took Song Xuyi to social events, and even when they did attend, Rong Yu would help decline all dance invitations for Song Xuyi. Later, Song Xuyi continued learning dance purely out of personal interest, switching to her preferred style—classical dance [古典舞 | gǔdiǎn wǔ | traditional Chinese dance].

Song Xuyi had a dance class that day and applied light makeup before heading out. When she opened the door, she was surprised to find Rong Yu standing outside. Moreover, Rong Yu had changed her appearance from her usual conservative style—she wore a red spaghetti strap dress that revealed her snow-white, delicate collarbones, with her black hair flowing loose, and rarely-seen red lipstick. Her striking appearance nearly froze Song Xuyi in place—she looked exactly like that beautiful actress from the dream!

“Heading out?” Rong Yu asked with a smile.

Song Xuyi didn’t dare meet Rong Yu’s gaze and nodded like a pecking chicken. Then she heard Rong Yu’s lilting voice: “I happen to be free today and don’t know how to spend my time. Why don’t I accompany you?”

“You… haven’t you just recovered?” Song Xuyi was genuinely surprised now, looking up at Rong Yu. “Don’t you need to rest?”

“I’ve rested long enough.” Rong Yu’s face still held that smile that made Song Xuyi’s heart flutter. She gazed deeply at Song Xuyi, her voice even taking on a somewhat coquettish tone: “Wife, I want to go out for a walk.”

There it was again, that word ‘wife’…

It was too unfair!

Song Xuyi’s cheeks nearly turned red again. She instinctively wanted to correct Rong Yu, but just then she saw Sister Zhong slowly walking down the hallway, so she had to hold her tongue.

“Oh.” Song Xuyi gave Rong Yu a hurried glance, her mind in chaos, suddenly not knowing what to say. Although she didn’t want to admit it, Song Xuyi was indeed looking forward to spending time alone with Rong Yu. She took a deep breath to suppress the warmth spreading across her face and tried to look natural as she glanced at Rong Yu again. “Wait a moment.”

Song Xuyi led Rong Yu to the dressing room.

After Song Xuyi married Rong Yu, housekeeper Sister Zhong had entrusted Song Xuyi with managing the dressing room. Song Xuyi maintained Rong Yu’s wardrobe according to the habits Sister Zhong had described. Although Song Xuyi felt that Rong Yu was too young to dress so maturely, the previous Song Xuyi hadn’t dared interfere too much in Rong Yu’s life, only adding clothes that matched her usual style.

Next to Rong Yu’s dressing room was Song Xuyi’s, and it was only then that Song Xuyi belatedly realized that Rong Yu’s red dress was one she had bought.

This dress was bought by Song Xuyi for Rong Yu.

Song Xuyi herself preferred an innocent, pure style [清純小白花 | qīngchún xiǎo bái huā | meaning “pure and innocent girl”]; she didn’t like wearing such striking dresses, feeling her figure couldn’t do them justice. However, since managing Rong Yu’s wardrobe, Song Xuyi would unconsciously pick out one or two pieces she thought would suit Rong Yu whenever she went shopping. She’d never had the courage to give them to Rong Yu directly, only daring to imagine it while hanging them in the dressing room. She hadn’t expected Rong Yu would actually wear something she bought.

“My taste really is good!”

Looking at Rong Yu in this dress, she was truly a rare beauty, but when buying it, Song Xuyi hadn’t paid attention to the neckline. Although it was within normal limits, Song Xuyi couldn’t help but think it was a bit too revealing.

Since she was wearing a dress Song Xuyi bought, surely Song Xuyi had the right to help coordinate her outfit… right?

And in this appearance, she hadn’t even gotten a proper look yet…

Song Xuyi took a deep breath. While her former self would never have dared to comment on Rong Yu’s decisions, she somehow found unexpected courage in her heart now. She pulled Rong Yu into the dressing room and paired the dress with a white blazer.

“It’s cold outside,” Song Xuyi rambled earnestly. “You’ve just recovered from illness, you should wear more layers.”

“Alright,” To Song Xuyi’s surprise, Rong Yu maintained her pleasant demeanor and replied with a smile, “Whatever you say.”

Rong Yu put on the blazer, and Song Xuyi thought she still looked excessively beautiful, even making her somewhat wish Rong Yu would return to her original style. But at least it covered certain areas, and besides, Rong Yu naturally had a good figure—that wasn’t her fault. Song Xuyi awkwardly tried to convince herself, while feeling surprised at her own sudden possessiveness. Hadn’t she planned to divorce Rong Yu? Why was she suddenly feeling such intense possessiveness…

A knock at the door interrupted Song Xuyi’s contemplation, and Sister Zhong’s voice came from outside: “Miss, I’ve prepared breakfast according to your instructions.”

Song Xuyi went downstairs with Rong Yu, and was surprised to find the table filled with all her favorite dishes. She glanced at Sister Zhong: Song Xuyi wasn’t particularly picky about food, and Sister Zhong didn’t actually know her preferences.

Was this all just coincidence?

However, during the meal, Rong Yu kept putting food in her bowl, as if Song Xuyi was the one who had just recovered from illness—

“Wife, you like this one.”

“Wife, try this…”

How did Rong Yu know her preferences?

Seeing Sister Zhong’s gratified smile beside them, Song Xuyi’s face turned red, and she could only lower her head, eating like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

Song Xuyi didn’t even know how she managed to finish her meal.

After eating, she practically fled from the living room.

Her pace slowed as she walked, and by the time she reached the garage, she finally calmed down: Rong Yu’s behavior today was truly strange, and she needed to get to the bottom of it.

Song Xuyi always drove herself. Just as she sat in the driver’s seat, Rong Yu took the passenger seat, but she seemed unfamiliar with the seatbelt in Song Xuyi’s car and struggled to fasten it…

Song Xuyi had to lean over to help Rong Yu with the seatbelt. When she lifted her head, she once again caught a glimpse of certain features beneath the blazer. Perhaps due to sitting down and the fabric pulling, the curves appeared even more pronounced. Song Xuyi’s cheeks flushed red again, and afraid Rong Yu would notice, she conspicuously adjusted Rong Yu’s clothes before returning to her seat.

“Thank you, wife.”

Song Xuyi heard Rong Yu say with a smile.

Song Xuyi nearly choked.

With just the two of them present, Song Xuyi dropped her hesitation and directly asked what had been bothering her: “What’s… what’s going on with you today? Why did you suddenly start calling me ‘wife’?”

“Don’t you like it?” Instead of answering directly, Rong Yu’s beautiful eyes fixed steadily on Song Xuyi.

“It’s not about liking it or not,” Song Xuyi responded vaguely. Actually, she did somewhat like Rong Yu calling her that, but she didn’t dare admit it, fearing she’d expose her secret crush on Rong Yu. She could only lower her head and continue, “It just feels too sudden.”

“Because…” Rong Yu looked at Song Xuyi, a blush gradually appearing on her face. She seemed about to say something, but seeing Song Xuyi’s avoidant expression, she unusually stumbled over her words before finally pressing her lips together and saying, “Look in the trunk first.”

Song Xuyi frowned and got out of the car, only to find a large, beautiful bouquet of roses in the trunk. The woman who was even more beautiful than the roses held out the flowers to Song Xuyi, finally changing her form of address: “Xuyi, I know this is presumptuous, but could you pretend to be my partner for one day, to make up for my regret?”

“I was trapped in the first holographic world, where they had a pre-written script. Those people intended to turn me into a crazed villain who would destroy the world and remain trapped there, until I fell in love with a girl in the story…”

…

Rong Yu told a story, and Song Xuyi’s eyes grew wider and wider as she listened. A flash of darkness passed through Rong Yu’s eyes as she watched Song Xuyi’s reaction, but her face dropped dejectedly: “That girl looked exactly like you and was just as adorable as you. In the dream, I really liked her, and I thought she was you. But I had told my secretary and others that the holographic game was unstable and no one else could enter, so it couldn’t have been you, just a character setting…”

Tears welled up in Rong Yu’s eyes: “She died without knowing how much I liked her, that I wanted her to be my wife—”

“Xuyi, I know the game was fake, but since waking up, I can’t forget her. Could you pretend to be my partner for just one day, to help me feel a little better and move on from the game?”

…

It took Song Xuyi a while to control her emotions, but her heart was in turmoil: so, last night’s dream was something that actually happened in the holographic world?

Song Xuyi hadn’t expected that dream-Rong Yu had a secret crush on her, when in reality, she was the one who had been secretly in love with Rong Yu for years. However, seeing Rong Yu’s tear-filled eyes, Song Xuyi couldn’t refuse any request from this version of Rong Yu. Remembering the tragic outcome Rong Yu mentioned about “Zhao Qingyu crying every day, sobbing uncontrollably, becoming depressed, her acting career plummeting, missing her beloved girl daily,” although it felt strange that Rong Yu wouldn’t act like that, she still couldn’t resist Rong Yu’s misty eyes, and nodded—

“I agree.”

“Wife, you’re so good to me!”

Song Xuyi hadn’t expected Rong Yu to get back into character so quickly. She seemed to glance shyly at Song Xuyi, then leaned over and kissed her cheek. Meeting Song Xuyi’s wide-eyed stare, she pressed her luck: “Then, could you also call me ‘wife’ today?”

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The author has something to say:

Rong Yu: Try seducing her with my eyes—

She looks down.

Deliberately adjust my neckline to tease her—

She helps fix my clothes.

Well then… only one ultimate move left—

Time to play pitiful!

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LP: Re-translated on February 05, 2025

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