Transmigrated into a Villainess? I’m Going to conquer the Heroine!

Meng Yao’er saw the fishing rod twitch, but she remained indifferent. “I’m curious—how did you know I planned to kill Lu Shan’en today?”

 “Some unconventional sources. But that’s not the point.” Tang Yuan deflected the question, avoiding a direct answer. “The point is, you can’t kill him.”

Meng Yao’er sneered. “Oh? What are you going to do—call the cops on me?”

Tang Yuan tossed a stone into the water, startling a school of fish. “I could be your ally, but I don’t want my ally to end up rotting in prison after taking down a scumbag. You see my point?”

Meng Yao’er pointed at herself incredulously. “Ally? Me?”

“Don’t you want to kill Lu Shan’en and take control of the Lu family? Even if their roots run deep, once he’s out of the picture, you could at least inherit your father’s share. From there, you can take your time and work your way through the rest.”

Meng Yao’er’s lips pressed into a thin line. She yanked the fishing rod out of the water, only to find the fish had long escaped. Tossing the rod aside, she lost interest in fishing altogether.

“What’s your angle?” No one meddles in this kind of business out of the kindness of their heart.

Tang Yuan didn’t hide her intentions. “My angle? I hate Chu Yu and Lu Shan’en. Since he took over the family, he’s been involved in shady dealings and making dirty money. I can’t stand it.”

Meng Yao’er frowned, still puzzled. “Just because you hate them and disapprove of what they’re doing? That doesn’t sound like a personal grudge to me.”

“Oh, it is,” Tang Yuan said with certainty. “A deep, blood-soaked grudge.”

If she did nothing, if she allowed the world’s bug to persist, everything would happen all over again—Tang Gu would die, Tang Su would jump off a building, and she herself wouldn’t meet a good end…

Happen all over again?

Tang Yuan’s thoughts drifted briefly before refocusing. “The fallout from my conflict with Chu Yu has already started. His dirty dealings will inevitably drag my family down too.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t disrupt your plans. Ten days—give me ten days, and we can achieve what we both want. Deal?”

“Ten days…” Meng Yao’er murmured. It felt like forever. She wished Lu Shan’en could die right now.

She lowered her gaze but didn’t say whether she agreed. Instead, she asked, “Do you know why I want to kill him?”

“Maybe you’ve already uncovered part of it, considering you found out about today’s plans.”

[That’s all thanks to me,] a flat, mechanical voice chimed in, tinged with a hint of pride.

Meng Yao’er continued, as if talking to herself. “Lu Shan’en orchestrated a car accident that killed my mother. She was perfectly healthy, no illnesses, and after her death, no one claimed her body. It stayed unclaimed at the morgue until I found out a month later and had to erect her gravestone myself. But the murderer? No punishment. A sloppy murder investigation ruled it an accident and closed the case.”

Though Tang Yuan already knew the story from the system, hearing Meng Yao’er recount it hit differently. The victims of this broken world were countless, their deaths disregarded because they were merely NPCs.

“He’ll pay for what he’s done.” 

“And there’s another reason I want him dead,” Meng Yao’er added, tilting her head to look at Tang Yuan. “I envy you and Jiang Zi for having such a healthy relationship. For me and Qingqing… it’s been nothing but pain.”

“Is it because we started off wrong that every step after was doomed to fail?” Meng Yao’er mused, seemingly to herself. Her gaze drifted to the shimmering lake, her eyes narrowing as her thoughts wandered.

She had met Su Qingyao when she was 18, and Su Qingyao was 26.

At the time, Su Qingyao was one of Lu Shan’en’s women—not quite his girlfriend. Lu Shan’en had brought her to a banquet, and Meng Yao’er could still recall the moment she first laid eyes on Qingqing.

Su Qingyao was stunningly beautiful, with delicate features and a cold elegance. Her fair skin and long black velvet gown exuded sophistication. Her hair was pinned up, with two loose strands framing her face, pearl earrings dangling from her ears. The gown’s deep V-neckline accentuated her alluring figure, adorned with a pearl necklace that cascaded from her neck to her décolletage.

A world-class supermodel who could command international attention—she was breathtaking.

The only flaw? The man she was clinging to was that idiot, Lu Shan’en.

Meng Yao’er had thought darkly to herself, I’ll steal Su Qingyao away. Lu Shan’en doesn’t deserve someone like her.

But at the banquet, all she could do was watch from afar, her eyes following Su Qingyao with a mix of infatuation and resentment. Infatuation with her beauty; resentment that she stood beside Lu Shan’en.

She hadn’t expected her chance to come so quickly.

That night, Su Qingyao, disheveled and teary-eyed, knocked on her door. “Help me… please, help me…”

Many guests had stayed at the hotel after the banquet for late-night entertainment. Meng Yao’er, on a whim, had decided to stay as well, which led Su Qingyao to stumble into her room.

Su Qingyao had been drugged—likely for Lu Shan’en’s twisted amusement. Realizing this, she had fled, stumbling into Meng Yao’er’s room in desperation.

What happened next was almost inevitable. Meng Yao’er didn’t take her to a hospital. Instead, she helped her manually, easing the torment Su Qingyao was in.

By the time Su Qingyao regained her senses, she was pale, drenched in cold sweat, and terrified.

Meng Yao’er had held her and kissed her. “Qingqing, you’re so soft and sweet. I like you so much. Let’s date, okay? My name is Meng Yao’er.”

Lu Shan’en once described Meng Yao’er as his disgraceful half-sister who always dated spoiled rich boys and brought shame to the Lu family.

Meng Yao’er had only ever dated men—until that night. Su Qingyao, consumed with guilt, believed she had “turned” Meng Yao’er and was responsible for her newfound feelings.

Meng Yao’er, unwilling to let her go, used Su Qingyao’s guilt to keep her close, leveraging it to start their relationship.

After three years of breaking up and getting back together, Su Qingyao was determined to break up. The usual tricks no longer worked, and only then did Meng Yao’er start to panic.

She confessed that she had always liked women, that it wasn’t about that night but about her feelings for Su Qingyao.

But when she saw Su Qingyao dining with Lu Shan’en, Meng Yao’er had, out of spite, broken things off herself.

Now, as memories resurfaced, Meng Yao’er’s face twisted with hatred. “This is all Lu Shan’en’s fault. He killed my mother and stole my love. He deserves to die!”