At this moment, the living room of the Ji family villa was packed with people carrying large and small objects and luggage, clearly intending to move into her home. At the front were a young man and woman. The woman looked to be in her early twenties, around Ji Xingzhu’s age; the man was even younger, resembling a high school student.
The two stood tall and proud, exuding arrogance. The woman knew to hide it somewhat, standing demurely in place with a well-mannered air. The male high school student, however, was much more unrestrained, peering here and touching there as if this villa was already his possession.
Her cheap father, Wen Xuzhe, stood beside the two with a smile, the very picture of a doting father.
Both before transmigrating and now, Ji Xingzhu was a pampered young lady with a terrible temper. The word “endurance” simply wasn’t in her dictionary. Being forced to play nice with Long Aotian already irked her immensely. Now, having people come to provoke her, one could imagine her mood.
Ji Xingzhu descended the stairs with angry steps. Her furious voice pierced downstairs clearly, causing a momentary lull in the chaos of the living room.
“What are you doing?”
Seeing his daughter’s ugly expression, Wen Xuzhe immediately felt a headache. But he still skillfully put on a loving smile, attempting to explain, “Xiao Zhu…”
However, Ji Xingzhu had no desire to listen to his nonsense. She just fixed a cold, intense stare on the two uninvited guests, her voice filled with disgust and ice. “Get out of my house.”
Wen Xuzhe’s expression soured, but he still forced a smile to smooth things over. “Xiao Zhu, don’t be temperamental. Come greet your sister and brother. From now on, you’ll all live together at home.”
Ji Xingzhu sneered, not holding back at all. “What sister and brother? My mother only gave birth to me. Don’t come trying to claim kinship. It’s disgusting.”
Ji Xingzhu felt her stomach churn, utterly nauseated!
The two people trying to move into her home today were Wen Yajun (female) and Wen Yaozu (male). On the surface, they were the children of Wen Xuzhe’s long-deceased elder brother. In reality, they were Wen Xuzhe’s illegitimate children with his first love!
Back then, Wen Xuzhe was just a poor university student from a rural area. Compared to her mother, Ji Mingwei, the sole heiress of a wealthy family, their backgrounds were worlds apart. Later, Wen Xuzhe, relying on his handsome face and gentle, considerate personality, won her mother’s heart, successfully marrying into the Ji family and achieving a leap in social class.
However, after enjoying all the benefits of being a live-in son-in-law, Wen Xuzhe was ashamed to mention his status, even looking down on his daughter who bore the Ji surname. He had long since rekindled his affair with his first love, fathering two children. He lied, claiming they were merely his nephews, bringing them before Ji Mingwei openly, constantly using the Ji family’s money to support these two illegitimate children under the guise of helping relatives.
It must be said, Wen Xuzhe was quite cunning.
This man was extremely deep and scheming. To outsiders, he was a gentle, polite, refined man, even crafting the image of a loving husband devoted to his family. At home, he played the gentle husband and loving father, maintaining this act for over twenty years—truly terrifying.
Ji Mingwei, precisely because her husband was “gentle and devoted” and also “loving and caring” towards their daughter, turned a blind eye to his frequent financial support for his rural relatives.
Ji Xingzhu stared fixedly at her cheap father. The gentle, refined smile on his face unconsciously reminded her of another person—Song Qingchi. He was even better at pretending than Wen Xuzhe. In front of others, he resembled a courteous noble son; behind closed doors, he was fierce enough to seemingly punch someone to death. The contrast was too great.
Ji Xingzhu sneered: Cunning, scheming poor men!
In the original book, after the Ji family was ruined by Long Aotian’s revenge, Wen Xuzhe, this live-in son-in-law, took the opportunity to abscond with money overseas, living lavishly with his two children and lover. The mother and daughter of the Ji family suffered the most.
The key point was, before transmigrating, Ji Xingzhu also had a treacherous live-in son-in-law father. The two were disgustingly similar. In her previous life, Ji Xingzhu spent considerable effort making her scumbag father face consequences. Never did she expect that after transmigrating, she’d be subjected to the same nausea from a similar live-in son-in-law father!
Thinking of this, Ji Xingzhu’s gaze turned several degrees colder. “I’ll say it one last time—get out!”
She naturally had striking, beautiful features, coupled with the noble aura cultivated in luxury. Now, heightened by her anger, her presence was overwhelming, momentarily stunning everyone present. The scene fell into silence.
Wen Xuzhe always cared deeply about face. Being publicly contradicted by his daughter now shattered his paternal authority and pricked his fragile, inferior live-in-son-in-law heart. Consequently, he finally couldn’t maintain his refined façade, his face flushing with anger as he pointed a trembling finger at Ji Xingzhu. “You… how can you be so ill-mannered!”
Ji Xingzhu’s sharp gaze shot towards him. “You get out too.”
Wen Xuzhe nearly fainted from rage on the spot. At that moment, his illegitimate daughter, Wen Yajun, hurried forward to support him. “Uncle, are you alright?”
Wen Yajun was quite pretty and delicate in appearance, her demeanor sufficiently gentle and proper. She looked at Ji Xingzhu reproachfully, her tone mild yet each word carrying a sting. “Xingzhu, I know you look down on us poor relatives. But Uncle is your biological father. Making him this angry is too unfilial.”
Wen Yaozu, about to take the college entrance exams, was overweight with a face full of foolish malice born from pampering. He waved his arms, wanting to rush forward and hit Ji Xingzhu. “You bitch, you dare to drive me away?”
However, before he could get close to Ji Xingzhu, he was swiftly restrained by Ji Xingzhu’s personal bodyguard.
“Let me go! If you don’t let go, my uncle won’t spare you!” Wen Yaozu struggled and shouted.
Ji Xingzhu narrowed her eyes, took a few steps forward, and raised her hand to slap him hard across the face. The sharp slap echoed, causing Wen Xuzhe and Wen Yajun to gasp in shock, both glaring at her angrily.
Disgusted, Ji Xingzhu frowned. She initially wanted to slap him a few more times, but the greasy feel of Wen Yaozu’s face made her unable to continue.
The nanny who always took care of her was very perceptive and handed her a wet towel. While vigorously wiping her hand, Ji Xingzhu also raised her foot and kicked Wen Yaozu hard. “Shameless, worthless scum.”
Ji Xingzhu gave him a cold, disdainful look before turning to instruct her bodyguard, “Xiao Song, teach him a proper lesson.”
“Yes, Miss,” the young, sturdy bodyguard in black replied respectfully. Immediately, even more miserable screams erupted from Wen Yaozu.
Instantly, Wen Xuzhe’s dizziness and trembling hands vanished. He lunged forward, trying to save his son. “Yaozu!”
Wen Yajun also exclaimed and rushed forward. “Ji Xingzhu, you’re too cruel! Yaozu is the lifeline of our Wen family!”
The corner of Ji Xingzhu’s mouth twitched. “…”
Lifeline? Someone who didn’t know might think she hadn’t transmigrated into a novel but into the Qing dynasty!
She impatiently rolled her eyes, feeling deeply disgusted as she waved her hand. “Team Leader Qin, please drive these people out of my home.”
Actually, the bodyguard team had long wanted to eject these people. But since Wen Xuzhe was, after all, the male head of the household and was protecting them, the bodyguards hesitated to act. Now that the Ji family’s young mistress had given the order, the bodyguards decisively took action.
After all, this household bore the surname Ji, not Wen.
Team Leader Qin answered seriously and led a group of tall, burly bodyguards forward immediately to drive away these unwelcome people. However, they couldn’t be rough with Wen Xuzhe. The live-in son-in-law father seized this opportunity to rush in front of Ji Xingzhu.
“Xiao Zhu!” No matter how angry he felt inside, Wen Xuzhe knew he absolutely couldn’t be forceful with this spoiled, unreasonable daughter. He expertly masked all his inner viciousness, coaxing gently, “Good daughter, don’t be angry. Listen to Dad’s explanation.”
Seeing his precious son and daughter being carried out by bodyguards like pigs, Wen Xuzhe anxiously sped up his speech. “The dating show Yajun is joining got additional investment from some big boss! It’s now a large-scale production. Even the contestants have been replaced with more famous ones. It has great potential to become a hit!”
“Yajun finally got this opportunity. If she performs well, she might become an overnight sensation!” Wen Xuzhe rambled on. “But the entertainment industry is full of snobs who flatter the powerful and bully the weak. Yajun must have a presentable family background to earn people’s respect!”
“Xiao Zhu, your sister will only stay here for a short while. Once the production crew finishes filming the contestants’ personal introductions, she’ll move out, okay?”
Ji Xingzhu scoffed. “Using someone else’s house to show off. She really has nerve.”
Wen Xuzhe’s expression turned awkward. He wanted to explain further, but Ji Xingzhu impatiently cut him off. “Wen Yajun wants to move in for the show. What about Wen Yaozu? Why did you bring that stupid pig here to offend my eyes?”
This was Wen Xuzhe’s beloved son! The one to carry on the family line! Now, being insulted like this by his daughter, he immediately became frantic. “How can you talk about your brother like that? He’s about to take the high school entrance exam soon. Moving into our house will give him a good environment and help him get good grades…”
Ji Xingzhu rolled her eyes in disgust. “With his terrible grades, even if he lived in the heavens, it’d be useless.”
But despite her scolding, Ji Xingzhu surprisingly raised her hand to stop the bodyguards. “Hold on for a moment.”
The bodyguards were always disciplined. Immediately, their hands loosened—Wen Yajun and Wen Yaozu fell heavily to the ground, letting out pig-slaughtering-like howls.
Wen Xuzhe had no time to feel sorry. He thought Ji Xingzhu had finally been persuaded and looked at her expectantly.
Ji Xingzhu thoughtfully rolled her eyes, a sly glint in her bright peach blossom eyes.
She had almost forgotten that Wen Yajun was also joining that dating show. And she had asked the show’s director to keep her and Song Qingchi’s participation confidential, so Wen Yajun didn’t know she was joining too.
If Wen Yajun knew, would she still have the nerve to come freeload at the villa?
Ji Xingzhu was now the biggest investor in Love on the Journey. With a wave of her hand, she could cross Wen Yajun’s name off the contestant list. But…
Thinking of Wen Yajun’s hypocrisy and vanity, the Wen family’s years of leeching and deception—Ji Xingzhu narrowed her eyes dangerously. Simply kicking her off the show was letting her off too easily.
She wanted Wen Yajun utterly ruined.
All the Wen family members who had wronged her—not a single one should have a good ending.
After all, she was the arrogant, domineering, malicious female supporting character. This was just how malicious she was. Hehe.
Thinking this, a playful smile appeared on Ji Xingzhu’s lips. She said in a tone bordering on condescension, “Alright, since that’s the case…”
Facing the eager, expectant gazes of the three Wen family members, Ji Xingzhu smiled and said, “I can agree to let Wen Yajun move in. But Wen Yaozu—get as far away as possible!”
Hearing this, Wen Yajun’s face lit up with joy, but Wen Xuzhe and Wen Yaozu’s expressions turned very ugly.
Spoiled rotten, Wen Yaozu didn’t dare vent his anger on Ji Xingzhu. Instead, he clenched his fists and swung at Wen Yajun. “You bitch! Why do you get to live in a big villa, but I don’t?! I’m the boy. All the good things should be mine!”
Wen Yajun winced in pain but only soothed her brother softly, showing no intention to resist or scold him. Ji Xingzhu found it utterly bewildering.
Still, the scene of the two siblings fighting like dogs was quite entertaining for Ji Xingzhu.
Once Ji Xingzhu decided something, no one could change it. Even her own mother could only indulge her. So, no matter how much Wen Yaozu threw a tantrum, with just a glance from Ji Xingzhu, the bodyguards promptly threw him out.
Wen Yajun seemed a bit distressed for her brother. But thinking she could move into the villa she had long admired, potentially gaining popularity on the show with a “wealthy heiress” persona, she felt immense anticipation.
However, the next second, Ji Xingzhu shattered her fantasy. The true wealthy heiress looked down at her condescendingly. “Why are you still here?”
Wen Yajun was confused. “Didn’t you say…”
Ji Xingzhu gave a malicious smile. “You can only move in the night before filming the show. And you’ll have to make do with staying in the maid’s room for one night. The day after filming, you leave immediately.”
Wen Yajun’s face flushed with anger. Her eyes welled up with tears as she looked pitifully at Wen Xuzhe. “Uncle…”
Wen Xuzhe frowned, wanting to say something. But Ji Xingzhu had already gracefully turned and walked towards her bedroom.
She waved lazily behind her back. “Team Leader Qin, if anyone disobeys, just throw them out. That includes my dear father~”
Wen Xuzhe and Wen Yajun’s faces instantly turned green. But under the bodyguards’ sharp gazes, they could only slink away obediently, not daring to voice any objection.
Finally rid of the annoying bunch, Ji Xingzhu sighed in relief and lazily sprawled on her large bed.
But she hadn’t rested long before she abruptly sat up, excitement all over her face as she called the director of Love on the Journey.
“Host, didn’t you already secure the contestant spots? Why are you calling him again?” 999 asked, puzzled. Usually, this young lady was quite haughty, loving fun and play while hating trouble the most. She had just seemed quite exhausted, yet now she was so energetic.
Ji Xingzhu smiled cheerfully. “The thought of Wen Yajun soon meeting misfortune makes me not tired at all. To perfect the plan for Wen Yajun’s humiliation, of course I need to discuss it thoroughly with the director.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the call connected. The director’s respectful and enthusiastic voice came through the phone. “Miss Ji, is there something you need? I’ll do my best to serve you!”
Ji Xingzhu curled her lips in satisfaction and chatted with him eagerly for a long time.
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The next day, Ji Xingzhu slept until noon. The moment she opened her eyes, 999 urged her to quickly go online and “bond” with Long Aotian.
“Being a system is a legitimate job. You don’t need to be with the host every second like I do, but you must log in daily to report!” 999 said righteously.
Ji Xingzhu drowsily rolled over, muttering discontentedly, “So annoying!”
“Come on, let’s at least log in and greet the male lead! After making our presence known, we’ll log off immediately, okay?”
Ji Xingzhu reluctantly agreed.
A familiar feeling of weightlessness washed over her. Ji Xingzhu knew she was about to go online as the cheat system.
However, the moment Ji Xingzhu opened her eyes, she was nearly scared out of her wits.
Deafening cheers and screams filled her ears, a tidal wave of human noise that felt like a heatwave, making her scalp tingle.
Moreover, a fist the size of a sandbag was hurtling towards her face at lightning speed. Ji Xingzhu was certain: being hit by such a heavy punch, even if she didn’t die, she’d be disfigured!
Ji Xingzhu instinctively screamed, “Ahhhhhh—!”
Fortunately, she wasn’t struck. She narrowly dodged it.
It was Ji Xingzhu’s first time being so panicked. Still shaken, she asked, “Song Qingchi, what are you doing?!”
Song Qingchi didn’t respond, but Ji Xingzhu heard his heavy, ragged breathing, like a beast locked in a fierce struggle.
It took Ji Xingzhu a while to barely regain composure. Timidly, she observed her surroundings. One look made her heart race even more.
Audiences surrounded them on all sides, cheering and roaring, some shouting names as if cheering for them.
And Song Qingchi himself… stood on the central ring. His upper body was bare, and he only wore loose shorts on the bottom, fully displaying his tall, athletic physique. A silver mask covered his face, completely hiding his features.
Song Qingchi’s muscles were solid but not exaggerated, perfectly proportioned with an aesthetic appeal, appearing damply sensual when soaked with sweat. The intense overhead lights shone on him, creating mottled shadows, like the most perfect divine form of ancient Greece.
The next second, Song Qingchi threw a punch. That vague sense of divinity was completely shattered, leaving only an overwhelmingly wild arrogance.
Ji Xingzhu was stunned. Was Song Qingchi… in a boxing match?