The Transmigrated Villain, and the Reborn Heroines - Chapter 88:

Chapter 88:

In her usual demeanor, Yu Xuanwei, who wouldn’t even bat an eye or feel the slightest change in her heartbeat when taking a life, now found her heart pounding so loudly it felt like it might leap out of her throat.

As she made her way toward Zhang Mu’s bed, she stumbled and bumped into furniture, completely flustered.

She couldn’t help it. She was just too overwhelmed with excitement and joy.

The mere thought of Zhang Mu allowing her to share his bed made her feel as though her life was complete.

Hearing the clattering of bottles and furniture being knocked over, Zhang Mu’s heart skipped a beat.

Good heavens.

He had only asked Yu Xuanwei to sleep on the bed, so why was she this thrilled?

In their previous life, even when she was torturing him, she hadn’t shown such excitement.

This is bad, he thought.

How much more terrifying would her treatment of him be this time?

Feeling a chill, Zhang Mu instinctively tightened his posture. To prepare himself, he silently lowered his physical and mental sensory settings to the bare minimum, so even something as painful as dismemberment would feel like a tickle.

He simply couldn’t trust her otherwise.

Meanwhile, Yu Xuanwei finally reached the edge of the bed, her heart racing like a frightened deer. She lay down carefully, taking a corner of the bed as far from Zhang Mu as possible.

Zhang Mu’s bed was massive, spanning several meters wide. There was quite a bit of distance between them, but Yu Xuanwei didn’t dare move any closer.

Even at this distance, her heart felt like it might burst.

Lying there, her breathing grew heavier and more rapid due to her nervousness and excitement.

The sound of her breathing alarmed Zhang Mu.

After all, Yu Xuanwei’s character was that of a cold and ruthless assassin, someone who could dismember someone without the slightest change in expression.

Heavy breathing like this could only mean she was very excited.

And what else could excite her in this situation, other than the prospect of torturing him?

It was impossible to believe that this was a shy reaction to her first time sharing a bed with a man.

Pfft.

Yu Xuanwei, an innocent maiden? What nonsense.

Zhang Mu dismissed the thought and chose to ignore her. With his sensory settings lowered and his Turtle Breath technique activated, she could do whatever she wanted. He couldn’t be killed anyway.

The more elaborate her schemes, the better it would be for advancing the plot.

On the other side, Yu Xuanwei was overwhelmed with emotions.

Her earlier excitement had made her forget why Zhang Mu had invited her onto the bed in the first place—because the floor was cold.

As expected, she thought, clutching her chest to feel her wildly beating heart. Young Master Zhang is so considerate.

Her feelings of admiration and affection swelled.

At this point, Yu Xuanwei was so infatuated with Zhang Mu that, even if he wanted to do anything to her, she wouldn’t resist.

In fact, she would willingly cooperate.

Blushing furiously, she clutched the hem of her maid skirt tightly, almost tearing it in the process.

Yet, despite her anticipation, she restrained herself and waited quietly.

On his side, Zhang Mu was also waiting—wondering which type of slow-acting poison this cold-blooded assassin would use on him first.

But he waited and waited, and nothing happened.

Having spent the entire evening gaming, Zhang Mu was already tired. Eventually, he fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Yu Xuanwei, who was still eagerly waiting to see what Zhang Mu would do to her, suddenly heard soft snores.

Startled, she turned her head to find that Zhang Mu, lying on the other side of the bed, had already fallen asleep.

She blinked in surprise, then couldn’t help but smile.

He’s so cute.

In this life, he was just as innocent and pure as he had been before.

Of course, if he had intended to do anything to her, he would have done it long ago—certainly in their previous life.

Zhang Mu had always been all talk, his actions as pure as could be.

Thinking about how he would often tease her with harsh words but secretly care for her deeply, always worrying that she might be hungry or uncomfortable, Yu Xuanwei felt a surge of sweetness in her heart.

Her lips curled into a gentle smile, her whole being filled with warmth.

Confirming that Zhang Mu was sound asleep, Yu Xuanwei’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red.

Quietly, she moved closer to him, carefully pulling the blanket over his body before settling down herself.

…

At the same time, in a luxurious mansion elsewhere in the capital, Ye Feng, having just been released from prison, sat at the head of a grand table.

Seated before him were several black-clad subordinates, all members of the Dragon Corps. They appeared to be awaiting his orders.

After issuing a series of commands, Ye Feng turned to one of them and asked, “Long Wu, how’s the progress on the plans I ordered you to implement within the Dragon Nation? Are things proceeding smoothly?”

Long Wu raised his head slightly and replied, “The plans are progressing well. The funds we transferred back from overseas have begun infiltrating the Dragon Nation’s capital market. Soon, we’ll be able to exert influence over the entire financial sector.”

“Additionally, we’ve established some initial connections and groundwork with members of the Ten Great Families…”

As Long Wu respectfully reported, Ye Feng nodded occasionally, listening attentively.

Upon returning to the country, Ye Feng, as the Dragon King, had set his sights high, laying out an intricate plan to expand his influence across various sectors—business, politics, and beyond.

His goal was to establish himself as the dominant force in the Dragon Nation, reclaiming his rightful place in the Ye family and achieving unparalleled power.

His schemes included covertly transferring foreign capital into the domestic market and forming alliances within the Ten Great Families.

Even his pursuits of women were part of his strategy.

Although Ye Feng enjoyed the company of beautiful women, he wasn’t blinded by their allure.

The women he targeted weren’t chosen solely for their looks; they had to be assets to his ambitions.

For example, Su Muwan, the queen of the business world; Shangguan Fengwu, the underworld empress; and Liu Shihan, the rising star in law enforcement.

They needed to possess influence and resources—otherwise, they were merely toys to him.

As Long Wu continued his report, Ye Feng’s expression remained calm, a walnut rolling idly between his fingers.

Most of the news was good; everything was progressing as planned.

However, near the end, Long Wu hesitated before saying, “Although most things are going smoothly, we’ve encountered a minor setback recently.”

“Oh? What kind of setback?” Ye Feng asked nonchalantly.

Long Wu explained, “During the second phase of the funds transfer, a portion of the money was intercepted by the Su Corporation while entering the Dragon Nation.”

“This missing portion could significantly impact our plans for infiltrating the capital market.”

Ye Feng frowned, contemplating for a moment.

“Our actions were subtle. It would have been nearly impossible for anyone to detect them,” he mused.

“However, I’ve investigated Su Muwan before. She’s a business prodigy. Whether it’s managing industries or navigating finance, she’s among the best.”

“If the Su Corporation intercepted our funds, it’s likely her doing.”

“What should we do, Dragon King?” Long Wu asked.

Ye Feng smirked. “Leave it to me. Handling women is what I’m best at.”

“You focus on the other plans. I’ll take care of this personally.”

“Understood,” Long Wu replied, bowing deeply. “We trust and admire your abilities, Dragon King.”

Ye Feng’s confidence in dealing with women was well-known among his subordinates.

With his usual resolve, Ye Feng declared, “Prepare for tomorrow. I’ll visit the Su Corporation myself to meet Su Muwan and resolve this matter.”

The next morning.

When Zhang Mu woke up, he immediately felt something pressing down on him.

Opening his eyes, he froze.

What the hell?!

It was Yu Xuanwei!

She had sprawled across him like an octopus, half her body draped over his, holding him tightly.

Soft. Warm.

“Why the hell is the female lead clinging to me like this?!” Zhang Mu’s mind screamed.