Quick Transmigration: The Villain Boss is a Bit Cute - Chapter 143
Chapter 143
Round, red, and incredibly appetizing.
Wei Jue placed it into his mouth, and the sweet fragrance immediately spread across his tongue.
It was sweet.
No one knew that he liked sweets.
He never revealed his preferences, always living cautiously.
Su Hua watched him with a smile, like a child waiting for praise.
“Is it good?”
“It’s alright,” Wei Jue replied expressionlessly.
Su Hua raised an eyebrow slightly. If she hadn’t seen that fleeting moment of surprise in his eyes when he tasted the candy, she might have actually believed him.
No matter the world, he always loved sweets.
It seemed that in modern realms, she should collect more chocolates and candies.
Su Hua quietly watched as Wei Jue finished the candy before speaking.
“Shall we go out and play?”
Wei Jue could go out, but the moment he did, trouble always found him—people eager to remind the world that he was a hostage prince.
Over time, he lost the desire to go out altogether.
“No.”
Wei Jue’s expression was indifferent, his eyes lowered, making it impossible for Su Hua to read his emotions.
Su Hua was about to say something when Wei Jue suddenly lifted his gaze, his expression unchanged.
“Why?”
Why was she being kind to him? Giving him gold, giving him sweets.
What was her motive?
His words were abrupt and disconnected, yet Su Hua understood what he was asking.
Su Hua dog leg translation surfaced again: Why are you so good to me? Why do you insist on giving me the world?
“You think my talk of a three-lifetime fate was a lie?” she said, suddenly leaning in closer.
The young girl’s beautiful face was now right before him, her lips mere centimeters away. He could see the fine hairs on her fair skin. She wore no makeup, yet it only added to her ethereal charm.
The sunlight outside was perfect, creeping onto the windowsill and landing in her eyes. Her dark pupils caught the light, sparkling as if filled with shattered starlight—radiant, dazzling.
Wei Jue felt hot. His heart pounded, and he had the urge to move closer to her.
The girl blinked, her red lips parting slightly. “Do you really feel no sense of familiarity when you look at me?”
Wei Jue was stunned.
He did.
From the first moment he saw her, he had felt it.
He knew she wouldn’t harm him.
Her words were absurd, yet he still wanted to believe her.
He subconsciously licked his dry lips, his voice tinged with an unfamiliar hint of jealousy.
“Then why did you marry my royal brother before?”
Only after speaking did Wei Jue realize his voice had turned slightly hoarse.
“I hadn’t arrived yet back then.”
If she hadn’t arrived yet… then everything in the records suddenly made sense.
Wei Jue was about to step back—this posture between them was far too intimate.
But Su Hua took another step forward. Wei Jue was so startled that he retreated, his back pressing against the windowsill. The girl closed the distance again, one hand resting against the wooden panel beside his left shoulder.
“A wall slam…?” the Host is too violent.
De’er had been muted by the host.
Heh. Host, goodbye.
Cool lips brushed against Wei Jue’s warm ones.
Boom!
Wei Jue’s mind went blank. His entire awareness condensed into the soft sensation of her lips against his.
Cool. Soft.
The girl wrapped her arms around his slender waist, lightly licking his lips. Wei Jue’s eyes widened. He could see each of her long, curled lashes standing upright. He could almost count them.
One, two, three… Wait! What was he doing? He was counting her eyelashes?!
Her cold, fresh scent seeped into his mouth. Wei Jue’s thoughts drifted. He didn’t know how long the kiss lasted before the girl finally pulled away slightly.
She cupped his face, her lips gently touching his.
“Do you remember now?”
Su Hua’s voice snapped Wei Jue back to reality. His initial daze faded instantly. He wanted to retreat, only to realize there was nowhere left to go.
He turned his head slightly, and her cool lips landed on his chin—tingling, feather-light.
“No,” he said stiffly, body tense.
“You—You let go of me.”
Su Hua released him, her warm breath brushing against his chin, lingering before sliding down to his neck.
“I let go. What about you?”
Wei Jue froze.
Only then did he realize that, at some point, his arms had wrapped around her waist.
So slender.
He couldn’t help but touch it.
Boom!
His mind exploded again. What did I just do?!
He turned slightly and met the girl’s teasing, satisfied expression.
His face turned bright red.
Wei Jue immediately yanked his hands away as if burned and, without another thought, turned and jumped out of the window—escaping.
“Oh my, how adorable.”
Su Hua lightly touched her red lips, a pleased smile appearing on her face.
Not convinced yet? Then I’ll just keep kissing until you are!
After cooling off in the courtyard, Wei Jue returned to the room.
He looked around but couldn’t find her.
A strange feeling of disappointment settled in his chest—one he couldn’t quite explain.
Every time he met her, he felt like he wasn’t himself.
Wait. Why was he thinking about her?
She was his royal brother’s concubine. Maybe she had come here to seduce him. He had to remain clear-headed.
His gaze unconsciously landed on the windowsill. Only then did he notice a piece of paper stuck there.
He quickly stepped forward to grab it, his movements carrying an eagerness he didn’t even notice himself.
The handwriting was bold and unrestrained—just like her. Carefree, wild.
His lips quirked up slightly when he saw the words written on it.
“I’ll take responsibility.”
Then, he froze.
Crushing the paper into a ball, he hesitated for a long moment before carefully unfolding it again. Slowly, he smoothed it out and folded it neatly, tucking it away into a box.
The Imperial Palace of Great liang.
Song Qimo’s face darkened like the bottom of a pot as he read the intelligence report brought by his shadow guards.
“She’s actually with Song Jue!”
A hundred conspiracies flashed through his mind in an instant.
In the end, he convinced himself that Qi had been Song Jue’s pawn from the very beginning.
Pathetic. He had almost fallen for her.
For some reason, Qi had abandoned her mission.
But this incident had made Song Qimo notice a younger brother he had always overlooked.
“Keep an eye on Song Jue,” he ordered coldly.
“And bring Qi back to me.”
Whether he liked Qi or not, she was his concubine.
Even if she were to die, she would die in the palace.
“Your Majesty,” the chief eunuch entered.
“What is it?”
“The Ninth Princess has woken up.”
Song Qimo’s foul mood instantly vanished.
“What? Take me to see her at once!”
The Ninth Princess was Song Qimo’s full-blooded younger sister.
Although their father had focused most of his cruelty on Wei Jue, those who lacked favor in the palace were all subjected to suffering.
Song Qimo’s childhood hadn’t been easy either.
The only warmth in his life had been his sister.
But one day, she had shielded him from an assassination attempt—falling into a deep slumber ever since.
If not for the faint rise and fall of her breathing, he would have thought she was already dead.
To better care for her, her residence was right next to his palace.
It didn’t take long for Song Qimo to arrive.
Servants and maids knelt in fear, but he didn’t spare them a glance, rushing straight to the person lying on the bed.
