Quick Transmigration: The Villainess Is a Sweetheart

Chapter 57

"Jiang Jiang~"

Upon completion of the task, Jiang Yan thought she would be transported to the next world, but suddenly a chilling voice appeared in her ear.

Jiang Yan shivered, tentatively asking, "Is it the System?"

"Yes~"

It was a male bass voice, with a metallic quality, deep and resonant, but the tone was as gentle as water, sounding awkwardly out of place.

"Are you going through voice changes?" Jiang Yan asked it bluntly.

The System seemed to have developed some emotions, pausing awkwardly before explaining in the male bass voice: "I've been upgraded! The higher-ups wanted me to develop a more personable side to take good care of you."

So, it's just a more precise way to monitor her.

Jiang Yan couldn't stand having this voice echoing in her mind, urging it, "The next task, hurry up, hurry up."

"Okay~"

【Task: Achieve the ending where Cheng Shuheng dominates you.】

Plot: You are a cold-hearted and self-indulgent female overlord, who accidentally takes a fancy to the pure and innocent male college student Cheng Shuheng, who is working part-time due to his family's illness, and forcibly takes him as your own.

The other party, constrained by his ailing mother, succumbs to your tyranny and becomes your pampered pet.

But Cheng Shuheng harbors resentment towards you, and through your own resources, he quickly grows and eventually surpasses you in front of everyone, becoming a sought-after new business tycoon.

And you, unable to withstand his retaliation, can only watch helplessly as he walks towards his childhood sweetheart.

The tedious and boring plot ends, and Jiang Yan opens her eyes, just as the car has arrived at the company's entrance.

The long-waiting assistant comes forward to open the car door for her, and the security guard at the entrance cheerfully greets her: "Good morning, President."

After entering, she takes the elevator reserved for the president; the president's office not only has good lighting and soundproofing, but also has a dedicated rest area and a water bar, and even the chair she sits on is an incredibly soft and comfortable leather office chair; whenever she goes out, everyone she encounters bows respectfully and greets her; on the desk are stacks of proposals awaiting her signature...

This is simply the life Jiang Yan has always dreamed of.

The days of being a female overlord have finally returned! In just one morning, Jiang Yan has already decided that she won't hand over this vast empire to anyone else.

While expertly reviewing and signing the documents, she is also pondering how to proceed with the next task. Well, she's done this kind of thing before.

The president's assistant specially brings her freshly brewed coffee, with a beautifully etched latte art of a tulip on the surface, and Jiang Yan takes a sip, savoring the rich aroma and thick texture.

...

In the scorching summer, the fiery clouds blaze, sparkling like flowing gold.

Cheng Shuheng rushes out of the hospital, pedaling a shared bicycle frantically to the construction site.

The temporary workers at the site do physical labor, and by working the whole afternoon, he earns more than in the milk tea shop.

Cheng Shuheng has been at the construction site for about half a month, and the old workers who wear hard hats askew still like to bring up his "college student" status. It's ironic how the tables have turned, and he, a graduate from a prestigious university, is now scraping by like them.

Cheng Shuheng is shameless, and he takes the opportunity to play the victim, even begging the others for a meal.

At noon, he gulps down the rice in the suspicious gaze of his co-workers, finishing half the meal in just a few bites.

The big sister who sells the lunch boxes blushes as she adds two more pieces of meat for him, after being stared at by him for a while, shyly and timidly.

Unknown to her, he's already calculating how to get more meat, as the lunch box business has a decent profit margin, and he's eyeing to steal her customers.

Another afternoon, Cheng Shuheng, under the scorching sun, works hard to move the bricks.

The sweat drips into his eyes, and he raises his hand, using the clean back of his hand to wipe it.

A small supervisor who keeps going back and forth quickly reminds him to fasten his safety helmet strap.

Normally, in this loosely managed construction site, no one would care if he used the safety helmet as a fan. But today, a group of people in blue uniforms keep going back and forth, only because the big boss is coming to inspect.

To be the big boss, just the thought of it is exhilarating.

This thought spins in Cheng Shuheng's mind, then disappears without a trace.

Until a black car drives in.

The long-awaiting foremen immediately swarm around it.

Those foremen, who are usually harsh and contemptuous towards the workers, now stand before the car with servile and fawning reverence, respectfully holding a spotlessly clean safety helmet, waiting for the person to put it on.

Like a group of palace eunuchs attending to an emperor.

Cheng Shuheng couldn't help but chuckle at his own thoughts, then immediately bent down to continue working, not wanting to get distracted from earning money.

But just as he looked up, he happened to see those black low-heeled shoes stepping out of the car, treading on the dusty ground.

He inexplicably paused, straightening up to see a woman in black clothes, long hair, big eyes, red lips, with an aura of elegance that was completely at odds with the dirty and chaotic surroundings.

Cheng Shuheng, who had good eyesight since childhood, could clearly see that the big boss took the helmet, and with her slender, unblemished white fingers, fastened the strap.

Then, in the adoring crowd, she stepped forward in those shiny black leather shoes, inspecting the construction site.

He couldn't help but stare at her, his gaze intense like a wolf's, startling the co-worker next to him, who asked what was wrong.

"A bit dizzy from the heat," Cheng Shuheng responded perfunctorily, but it wasn't just dizziness - his eyes were burning, and his chest felt constricted, as if he could hardly breathe.

Ever since he saw the big boss.

Perhaps it's envy and jealousy, Cheng Shuheng hastily made up an excuse.

After a while, the group left, cheerfully seeing the big boss off.

Before getting into the car, she glanced back, her features clear and distinct, her lips red like sand.

Just that one look, Cheng Shuheng's heart pounded - maybe it was just intense envy.

A sudden gust of hot wind blew through, penetrating his thin, sweat-soaked clothes. In the scorching summer heat, he shivered from head to toe.

...

"Jiang Jiang, at 6 o'clock direction, there's a brick mover, that's Cheng Shuheng," the System reminded Jiang Yan in its affected voice.

Jiang Yan was wary: "This is not a plot point in the story."

The System went rogue without any standards: "It doesn't matter if you do it in advance."

Jiang Yan firmly declined, laughing. After all, she hadn't even finished settling into her overlord position.

Reality always proves that one cannot indulge in wishful thinking, as wishful thinking will bring retribution.