Quick Transmigration: The Villain Boss is a Bit Cute - Chapter 145

Wei Jue avoided her gaze. “It’s nothing. Don’t listen to his nonsense.”

“Alright, then how did you get hurt?”

“……”

Wei Jue pressed his lips together, seemingly thinking of how to phrase his words. He found himself in a strange dilemma—he clearly doubted her, yet deep down, he couldn’t help but trust her, feel sorry for her, and not want her to worry.

Su Hua understood immediately.

“It was Song Qimo, wasn’t it?”

Wei Jue didn’t answer.

“He found out about me?” Though she phrased it as a question, her tone was certain.

“I dragged you into this.”

“N-No.” Wei Jue quickly denied it. For some reason, Su Hua’s slightly distant tone just now made him nervous.

They shouldn’t be this estranged—they should be completely open with each other.

Wei Jue felt like he was going crazy because he said, “Just help me take revenge, and that’ll be enough.”

The moment he finished speaking, he almost bit his tongue. His rational mind told him to stay away, but emotionally, he couldn’t resist—he was being drawn to her, little by little.

Su Hua smiled beautifully.

“Alright.”

Wei Jue’s mood instantly improved. He thought he was probably bewitched. No matter what, no matter who she was, even if she didn’t like him, he would find a way to keep her by his side. And if that wasn’t possible… then they would die together.

“Host, the boss’s blackening value has reached 130.”

Still, since it was her own boss, she had to complete the strategy—even if she had to kneel to do it.

Because of Wei Jue’s injury, Su Hua decided to stay here at night.

Even Han Feng seemed to sense that she might be his future mistress, so he was no longer as disrespectful as before.

During the few days Su Hua stayed here, multiple waves of assassins came.

With no outlet for her frustration, Su Hua simply wiped them all out by herself.

Han Feng: “……” I haven’t even drawn my sword yet.

News of Su Hua’s actions still made its way to Song Qimo.

Song Qimo found it incredibly strange. He could understand a person changing in personality, but someone with no martial arts skills suddenly becoming an expert overnight? That didn’t make sense.

Yet no matter how he investigated, he found nothing. In the end, he decided to play his trump card—Su Hua’s parents.

Su Hua had no idea about Song Qimo’s plans. At the moment, she was feeding Wei Jue some medicinal soup.

“It’s bitter.”

For someone who loved sweets, drinking medicine was worse than death.

Su Hua glared at him.

“Drink it, and I’ll give you two lollipops.”

Wei Jue’s entire face scrunched up, but in the end, he couldn’t resist the temptation. He picked up the bowl and downed the medicine in one gulp, grimacing.

As soon as he was done, he stuffed the prepared candied fruit into his mouth and drank several cups of water to wash away the taste of the herbal medicine. Only after confirming that the bitterness was gone did he smack his lips.

Stretching out his hand, he flashed a dazzling smile.

“Lollipop.”

Su Hua pulled two lollipops from her space and handed them to him.

Wei Jue happily took them. By now, he was used to Su Hua pulling out strange things out of nowhere. In fact, last time, the gold incident had even scared him a little.

Back then, there had been so much gold, yet he had carelessly let Han Feng in to move it. Though he trusted Han Feng not to question or speak of it, even the slightest possibility of danger to her—even as insignificant as a speck of dust—was something he didn’t want to risk.

He was starting to believe what she said about their three lifetimes of fate.

Wait.

Wei Jue, holding a lollipop, suddenly froze.

“….”

“What’s wrong?” Su Hua looked up from her book and glanced at him.

“You said we have a three-lifetime bond. This is the third. Then… in the fourth lifetime, will you be with someone else?”

Su Hua was amused by his serious expression. “I’m a fairy, and you’re a heavenly lord. After we finish our tribulations, we’ll return to the heavens.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm. But once you remember everything, you might not like me anymore.”

Wei Jue immediately got out of bed, squatted in front of her, and denied it.

“How could that be possible? I will only have you.”

—I will only have you…

Su Hua suddenly thought of Lu Yunche from the previous world. He had said the same thing.

“Mm.”

Su Hua responded, a little awkwardly.

Wei Jue didn’t notice her hesitation. He happily unwrapped a lollipop and began eating it.

“Next month on the eighth, the crown prince of the Great Qian Kingdom is getting married. Song Qimo will be coming here. The Liang Kingdom is without a ruler. If we attack now, it would be the perfect opportunity.”

“My strength isn’t at that level yet.” Wei Jue shook his head. Even if they seized the capital, Song Qimo could still redirect the border armies to retaliate.

Su Hua naturally understood his concerns.

“What if I can help you contain the border forces?”

Wei Jue remained silent. He believed Su Hua was capable, but he didn’t want her to be in danger.

“No, it’s too risky.”

No amount of hatred in his heart could outweigh the value of a single strand of her hair.

Su Hua chuckled and leaned in, pressing her lips to his.

Wei Jue froze at first, then instinctively wrapped his arms around her, greedily stealing her breath.

Only when Su Hua was almost out of air did he finally release her. But seeing her slightly swollen lips, a certain part of him reacted instinctively—and he ended up saluting her in an entirely different way.

“Cough, cough.”

Wei Jue’s ears turned red. He hurriedly moved away from her, stammering, “I—I’m going to the study.”

With that, he ran off.

“No matter the type of man, as long as he’s a virgin, once you tease him, his reactions are always adorably contrasting.”

“Host, you’re just too powerful.”

What kind of girl was this good at flirting? And considering this was ancient times, it was natural for him to be shy.

“Heh heh. By the way, you haven’t been giving out missions lately.”

“Sigh. It’s for your own good. Wei Jue’s blackening value hasn’t dropped below 100. I didn’t want to add more trouble for you and figured you should just spend more time with him.”

“Such a good system.”

Su Hua was in a good mood, so she didn’t tease her system this time.

That day, an uninvited guest arrived at the post station.

“Where’s that fool, Song Jue?!”

A man holding a folding fan swaggered in, followed by a group of noble young masters and their attendants.

Wei Jue was reading when he heard the commotion outside. His eyes darkened slightly. Setting down his book, he quickly went to greet them.

“Greetings, Young Master Ding, Young Master Lu, Young Master Kong.”

The group consisted of the sons of the most powerful officials in Great Qian.

The man in front, holding the fan, was Ding Qizheng, the prime minister’s son and the future brother-in-law of the crown prince. The blue-robed man beside him was Lu Wenxian, the son of the Minister of War. On the left was Kong Weimin, the son of the Minister of Rites.

The moment Ding Qizheng saw Wei Jue, he loudly demanded, “Song Jue, let’s go horseback riding.”

Wei Jue’s face turned pale instinctively, his hand unconsciously pressing against his wound.

“Young Master Ding, today—”

“What are you dawdling for?! Let’s go! Or do you prefer boating on the lake?”

Seeing Wei Jue’s reaction, Ding Qizheng smirked in satisfaction.