“Hmph~ hm hm hm~”
Alone in the spacious bathroom, Su Wanli couldn’t help but hum a little tune, her fingers gently trailing across the clear surface of the water before her.
As expected of the Su family, the top household in Nancheng—this place was practically a palace.
When she first walked into the bathroom, she had nearly gasped at the sheer luxury of it all: the gilded walls, the futuristic decor, and the massive bathing pool, over ten square meters in size, bubbling softly with steam.
‘This… this is just too extravagant! There are only a few people living here, so who exactly is this enormous bath for?! What a waste of resources—typical of rich capitalists!’
‘…But now that all of this belongs to me, well, it would be rude not to enjoy it!’
Su Wanli stretched lazily by the side of the bath, happiness radiating from her every pore, ready to slip into the water—
Oh, wait. She almost forgot.
She had to take off her nightgown first.
Hmm… taking off the nightgown…
Her fingers froze awkwardly in midair.
Right… if she was going to take a bath, that meant—
She silently stood up, swallowed, and tiptoed over to the full-length mirror on the bathroom wall.
Staring at the reflection of the beautiful girl in the mirror, with her rosy lips, pearly teeth, and fair skin, Su Wanli couldn’t help but admire herself.
She couldn’t tell if it was Meng Wange’s makeup skills or the buff to her skin attributes from the system, but somehow, she looked even better than when she checked herself in the mirror earlier that day.
‘So, is it time? That classic moment every transmigrator has to experience…’
Su Wanli glanced around sneakily to make sure she was alone, then stood firmly in front of the mirror and cleared her throat.
The girl in the mirror, with long black hair and a graceful figure, mimicked her exactly—cupping a hand to her lips and coughing lightly, the tips of her soft black hair swaying gently with the movement.
Cute!
Next, Su Wanli lifted the hem of her nightgown just a bit and leaned forward toward the mirror with a charming little smile.
The girl in the mirror also raised her skirt slightly, looking like a mischievous little devil as she returned the smile.
C-Cute! And for some reason, there was a faint teasing look in her eyes that made her seem even cuter!
Next…
Su Wanli placed a hand over her lips, furrowed her brows, and rolled her eyes upward in mock disdain.
The girl in the mirror mirrored her perfectly, displaying the same expression of contempt and annoyance.
After testing out several different expressions, Su Wanli finally confirmed—this really was her body.
Taking a deep breath, she muttered to herself, ‘Okay… time for the final step before the bath.’
She gently slipped a finger under the strap of her nightgown and slowly let it fall off her smooth shoulders.
The loose fabric slid down her slender body like a breeze and fluttered to the floor.
“…”
Hiss…
Staring at the reflection of the delicate girl now clad only in her underwear, Su Wanli suddenly felt a bit…
A bit…
—conflicted.
It wasn’t that her figure was lacking—if anything, it was flawless.
Every curve seemed sculpted by a master artisan, and from every angle, it was breathtaking.
—That was how she was supposed to feel.
But Su Wanli was confused by just how calm she remained, even after seeing such a stunning, almost dreamlike image of herself.
‘Why… why am I not reacting? Could it be that after switching bodies, even my… preferences have changed?’
[That’s not exactly true. System analysis: in a certain sense, this is a scene you’ve witnessed countless times since childhood. Who would be amazed by the scenery of a park they pass by every day?]
“…Shut up. This is a private moment. Activate silence mode, now.”
Su Wanli raised her fist at the mirror, shaking it at her own reflection.
Still, the system had a point.
This was her own body—having no special feelings about it was probably… normal, right?
After all, if she thought back, there were a few moments when Meng Wange really made her heart flutter!
Like when they first met in the hallway.
Or when Meng Wange did her makeup, like a gallant knight.
Or when she led the way before the welcoming banquet.
Or when she fed her soup.
Or when she pushed aside the aromatherapy bottle and pulled Su Wanli into her arms to shield her.
Or when she finished wrapping her injuries with bandages and looked at her with—
Su Wanli silently pinched the bridge of her nose.
‘Wait, isn’t that… kind of a lot of heart-fluttering moments?’
‘No, probably not. I mean, she is the female lead. Of course someone like me would be affected by her charm. It’s not my fault.’
***
[……Er.]
“…I said shut up. So shut. Up.”
Shaking her head to fling those fluttery thoughts out of her mind, Su Wanli stretched out her body with a sigh of relief.
Forget it.
She was just a regular villainess anyway.
Instead of dwelling on all this nonsense, she should be thinking about tomorrow’s mission—specifically, the one about waking Meng Wange in an obnoxious way.
If she remembered correctly, the task was to wake her up rudely.
That should be easy enough—just barge into her room like she did last time and slam the door open.
The only challenge was that she didn’t know what time Meng Wange usually got up.
Considering she was a female lead in a modern story, she might be the type to wake up naturally super early, already with her bed made before anyone else was even moving.
‘Better set the alarm for four in the morning. No way she’s already up by then, right?’
Su Wanli sighed quietly, picked up the hair tie on the sink, and tied her loose hair into a ponytail.
As she turned and walked toward the bath, she kept pondering over the task the system had hinted at for tomorrow morning.
‘Seriously… I already exhausted myself today, and now I’ve got to force myself to wake up early again tomorrow? Life is so hard.’
‘If only there was some way to complete the mission instantly…’
‘Maybe it was because her mind was distracted, or maybe the floor was just too slippery—but suddenly, her foot slid out from under her.’
“—Oh come on, not this again!”
The bathroom door had already been locked behind her, so there would be no brown-haired beauty suddenly bursting in to save her this time.
Her slipper flew off, sailing through the bathroom window and vanishing into the night, not even sparing her a second glance.
And its betrayed owner was about to suffer the consequences…
“Ow—ow ow ow… Huh? That didn’t hurt at all?”
Despite falling hard to the floor, she didn’t feel any pain.
For some strange reason, there was a pillow lying right where she’d landed—as if someone had placed it there in advance.
“…?”
Su Wanli silently rolled over and picked up the pillow in confusion.
‘Weird, but… thanks to this, I’m not hurt. That’s a good thing, right?’
Scratching her head, she grabbed her remaining slipper and walked over to the wooden cabinet that held her change of clothes.
She placed the pillow on the shelf, only to spot something strange at the bottom of the cabinet.
It was a brand-new, still-wrapped slipper.
Just one slipper—identical in color and pattern to the one she still had on her foot.
A perfect match.
Yes, right there under the cabinet, was a single, plastic-wrapped slipper that mysteriously completed the pair she was missing.
‘…Why?’
‘M-Maybe someone else also lost just one slipper… so they only took one out of the package and left the other behind for someone like me?’
‘Wow… what luck.’
Su Wanli smiled a little and pushed the bizarre incident to the back of her mind.
Then, without further hesitation, she slipped into the bath and began enjoying her luxurious bubble soak.
Meanwhile, the slipper that had flown out the window was already on its way—guided by the unseen tug of a fate-altering thread, heading exactly where it was meant to go—