I Transmigrated into a Novel as a Villain, and My System Refreshes Randomly - Chapter 39:

Chapter 39: That’s My Brother

Qin Xiao’s gaze lingered on her face for a moment, instantly realizing that this must be the Tang family’s Madam whom that fool Ye Chen had just been coveting. Indeed, she was a rare beauty, exuding mature charm. No wonder Ye Chen had let his mouth run wild—but still, his audacity was far too much.

At that moment, the system conveniently displayed her full name: Fang Mengru.

Fang Mengru’s eyes fell on Qin Xiao, and in that instant, it was as if an invisible current struck her heart. 

The young man before her wasn’t just handsome in appearance; what truly drew her in was the calm and composed aura that set him apart from the surroundings. In his deep eyes seemed to lie experiences and stories far beyond his age.

A strange feeling spread quickly within her, growing stronger, like a long-forgotten string being suddenly plucked, or a drifting traveler finally spotting a lighthouse. It came so fiercely and so naturally that she almost forgot she was the Tang family’s Madam—forgot the occasion, even forgot that her two daughters were standing beside her.

[Legendary Reverse Virtuous Traitor Physique] quietly activated without her knowing, magnifying Qin Xiao’s presence infinitely and aligning perfectly with the loneliness and yearning she had long suppressed deep inside.

Almost instinctively, following an irresistible pull, she stepped forward quickly.

The next second, a warm, plump, astonishingly supple, and mature body pressed into his arms. Unlike the slender, youthful frames of the twin sisters, this embrace was full, enveloping him with the rich fragrance unique to a mature woman—like a peony in full bloom, wrapping around him without hesitation. The curves outlined by her qipao fit tightly against him, their sensation breathtaking.

Qin Xiao’s mind froze for half a second.

What’s going on?

This wasn’t how the scene was supposed to play out! Just moments ago it was still a youthful campus drama—how did it suddenly skip to the adult urban romance channel?

From the corner of his eye, he caught the identical faces of Tang Manshuang and Tang Manbing, both showing shock and disbelief, their mouths slightly open as if they could fit an egg inside.

Fang Mengru, however, seemed completely unaware of anything inappropriate. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath, as if drawing strength from him. Resting her cheek gently against Qin Xiao’s chest, her voice was soft and dreamy, filled with contentment. 

“Xiao’er…” she called tenderly, her tone carrying an almost imperceptible tremor. “You’ve grown so much… When you were little, your aunt even held you before.”

Even she found this excuse a little weak, but the warmth and security of the embrace made her unwilling to let go. A heart that had been lonely for too long had, in that moment, found a safe harbor.

She even shifted her position slightly, pressing closer, as if to mold herself into his body.

Qin Xiao: “…”

Aunt, aren’t you holding me a bit too tightly? And… are you sure the child you held back then was me?

This wasn’t the incomplete blossoming of a young girl, but the ultimate fullness of a mature woman—curves like rolling hills, holding him tightly, sealing every gap. He could even feel, with startling clarity, the outlines drawn beneath the qipao that made his blood race.

Wasn’t this just a bit too forceful of a hug?

The thought had barely crossed his mind before the body in his arms shifted slightly, almost like it had a will of its own, making small, restless movements as though searching for a more fitting, comfortable position to lean into.

Minutes slipped by quietly.

Fang Mengru seemed completely immersed in the moment, showing no intention of letting go. Instead, she clung like a little girl with a beloved toy, a delicate blush tinting her cheeks, her forehead nestled against his chest, subtly adjusting her position as she greedily breathed in his scent.

From any angle, the scene was inexplicably strange.

“Ahem…”

Qin Xiao tried to break the overly intimate atmosphere with a light cough, a reminder for her to keep some distance.

Only then did Fang Mengru lift her naturally alluring face slightly, her moist peach blossom eyes misty as she looked up at him from close range. Her warm breath, carrying a faint orchid-like fragrance, brushed against his cheek.

“Oh my, the moment I saw you, Xiao’er, I just felt such closeness… I couldn’t help myself…” she said, as though explaining, though her body showed no sign of moving away.

“My heartless husband passed away early, leaving me to raise Manshuang and Manbing alone. It was exhausting.” Her tone carried an almost hidden hint of grievance and sorrow, as if confiding years of hardship. “Fortunately, now that the children are grown, my burdens are lighter—I’ve finally endured through.”

Then her voice shifted suddenly, her gaze growing bolder and more direct, her eyes fixed openly on Qin Xiao’s face. “Xiao’er, tell me… do you like girls just a little older than you?”

Qin Xiao’s eyelid twitched uncontrollably.

“You know, the kind they call… the older-sister type?” Fang Mengru’s voice lowered, tinged with a seductive huskiness, like feathers brushing gently against the eardrum.

And she still wasn’t done.

She tilted her graceful chin upward, those full, ripe lips like cherries just about to brush against his ear. “Brother…”

That single word was drawn out, dripping with natural allure, enough to melt bones. “Do you think… I’m beautiful?”

For a moment, Qin Xiao’s brain completely crashed, this sudden assault scattering his thoughts to the wind, leaving only the most basic instinct—he nodded without thinking.

“Mother!”

Tang Manshuang finally couldn’t hold back any longer. Like a kitten whose territory had been invaded, she dashed forward and tried to pull Fang Mengru away from Qin Xiao’s arms. 

“That’s my brother!” she exclaimed, puffing her cheeks as she declared ownership, her little face flushed bright red from urgency and embarrassment.

Only then did Fang Mengru reluctantly release Qin Xiao, though her soul-stirring peach blossom eyes remained fixed on him, holding even a trace of displeasure at being interrupted. She cast a reproachful look at her daughter. “You stingy little thing. Can’t your mommy share your brother for just a moment?”

Qin Xiao let out a heavy sigh of relief in secret, hastily straightening his slightly wrinkled collar while urgently calling out to his system in his heart. “Yun Yiyi, isn’t this [Reverse Virtuous Traitor System] of yours a little too overbearing? The side effects are way too much!”

[Oh, Host, this physique is a special passive effect from the golden-tier systems!]

[It not only strongly attracts a certain type of beautiful married woman, but also automatically adjusts your words and behavior to best please her according to the current environment, ensuring maximum success in your… strategy.]

[Well? Isn’t it super considerate and super intelligent?]

Yun Yiyi’s voice was full of eager pride, as if presenting a priceless treasure.