I Became the Villain's Sister (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 8
“Huh?”
“Shasha said she loves you, sister!”
This is probably why I fell in love. How could anyone not be captivated by such pure-hearted affection?
“Say it again. I love hearing it.”
“Yeah! I like you! I love you, sister!”
Where else could unconditional love be found? Where else could love without reason exist? Yet, it felt as though such things truly did exist.
How could I not love her when she looks at me with such love, simply saying she adores me as her sister?
‘Perhaps the reason I’ve come to love you this much is because you resemble that child.’
I smiled along with Shasha. Though Isabella, the original owner of this body, never loved her, I came to love Shasha this deeply—
‘Because you look exactly like my deceased younger sibling.’
Clutching my fists tightly, I forced back the sorrow that kept welling up.
‘I’ll protect you, no matter what.’
Strengthening my resolve, I renewed the vow I’d once failed to keep.
Another week had passed since then.
The unusually noisy count’s household had fallen silent. Even the count and countess, who had seemed ready to sell me off at any moment, were quiet—and so was the emperor’s side, who had previously sent a marriage proposal.
Just a few days ago, I’d secretly contacted the emperor behind the count couple’s backs, yet I still hadn’t received any word.
Waiting in my room for Shasha, who had gone to the temple, I let out deep sigh after deep sigh, as if trying to sink into the floor.
“Haaah…”
“So, Miss—why are you like this?”
“Huh?”
Startled by the sudden voice, I turned to look at the maid who was gently stroking my hair.
“Marriage? You’re really going to marry that old man?”
“Eh…?”
Thinking my sighs stemmed from something else entirely, the maids immediately began clucking their tongues in dismay.
“Sure, becoming a marchioness sounds grand, but they always cast you out so quickly! Ugh… and it’s not even a clean dismissal—they drive you out in utter disgrace… nobody ever leaves in one piece…”
“So why didn’t you just listen properly in the first place? Even now, if you’d just—”
Seizing what seemed like the perfect moment, I interrupted the maids, each of whom had started adding their own comments.
“Me getting married? When did they say that?”
“They said preparations are already underway—probably within the next fifteen days…”
How swift. Fifteen days? Even roasting beans in a lightning flash would take longer than that.
“Yes. Truthfully, they wanted to move even faster, but the other side apparently needs time to prepare…”
“So go apologize right now for your wrongdoing. Surely Madam wouldn’t cast you out—she adored you so much!”
I knew perfectly well they weren’t saying this out of concern for me. Just as I’d expected, they were revealing their own selfish desires.
“If you leave, Miss, we’ll all be fired!”
“Or sent off somewhere else!”
There was no trace of worry for my marriage or my well-being.
“So please, beg Madam for forgiveness.”
Their motives for pushing me so hard were painfully obvious.
One reason was surely that they’d been ordered by the countess to sway my mind at all costs; the other was fear of losing their positions if I married off.
“Well… wrongdoing? What exactly did I do wrong? Is it a crime to simply adore my younger sister? You’re all spouting such foolish nonsense.”
“Ugh… what’s so adorable about that monster anyway?”
“Exactly! You’ve always hated her the most!”
“She’s really crossing the line now. We spoiled her with all that ‘you’re so pretty’ nonsense, and now she thinks she’s my equal? Or maybe she’s just talking recklessly because she heard I’m being sold off?”
Only after saying this did the maids hastily clamp their mouths shut.
There’s a saying: birds of a feather flock together. To Isabella, these ill-mannered maids were precisely that—a flock of kindred spirits. People who made her feel at ease just by being near, because they were just as unhinged as she was.
They hadn’t caused any real trouble before, so I’d simply let them be—but I wasn’t Isabella.
“If any of you dare speak such nonsense again…”
Just then—
At that utterly infuriating moment, when I was about to scold the maids, the door burst open.
Simultaneously, a maid rushed in, her face deathly pale and her whole body drenched in sweat.
“Disaster’s struck!”
“Disaster… Huh? What disaster?”
“It’s… it’s…!”
She stomped her feet frantically and waved her hands in panic.
“What is it! What do you mean by ‘disaster’!”
I jumped up from my seat and grabbed the hysterical maid’s hand.
“Speak clearly!”
“It’s…! We’re going to die!”
“Die? Hah. Don’t talk nonsense. Just tell me straight—what happened? Is Mother causing another uproar?”
The maid, shaking her head vigorously, trembled violently.
“What’s going on?”
Had those so-called parents caused some accident somewhere? Was there truly reason to panic? This must be serious indeed—their frantic state only deepened my curiosity.
I placed my hands on her shoulders. At that, several other maids abruptly stood and hurried toward her. As she slowly regained her composure, she finally managed to open her quivering lips.
“Go ahead. It’s alright to speak.”
“He’s… he’s here.”
“He?”
“Yes. His Imperial Majesty the Emperor… and he looks absolutely furious…”
“The Emperor… is here?”
Just moments ago, I’d assumed his silence meant the plan had failed—that he clearly wasn’t coming. Yet now the Emperor himself had arrived. Without the slightest hesitation, I dashed straight out toward the mansion’s front gate.
“Ah, Miss! You shouldn’t be running out so eagerly! You should flee! His Imperial Majesty has never before visited a noble household in person! We’re truly doomed!”
“He only ever comes in person to annihilate a family…”
I didn’t hear a word of what the maids shouted behind me. My heart pounded relentlessly as I ignored them and reached the front gate.
And there he truly was. The moment I ran up, I bowed my head deeply.
“Your Imperial Majesty! Welcome!”
I must have greeted him far too enthusiastically—like a restaurant host welcoming a guest—because the Emperor took a surprised half-step back before straightening his neck again.
“Yes. I’ve come to retrieve my handkerchief.”
“Oh. That?”
I threw it away.
Our second meeting turned out far less ordinary than I’d expected. Shouldn’t he have said something like, “I came to give you the answer to what you said back then,” or perhaps, “You intrigued me, so I came to see you”?
But no—instead, it was about a handkerchief.
Embarrassed, I scratched my head, lost in conflicting thoughts.
Noticing my silence, the Emperor’s expression hardened instantly.
“Don’t tell me… you threw it away?”
“Well…”
“You dared discard an item bestowed by Me?”
In this world, handkerchiefs were disposable—I’d tossed it immediately. Besides, it was stained with red wine; even if washed, it wouldn’t come clean. But offering such excuses would be pointless, wouldn’t it?
‘I really should’ve kept it, even just for a little while.’
The Emperor who’d demanded I act cute for him. That damn nuisance. Why on earth would I cherish a handkerchief given by such an insufferable jerk?
And “bestowed”? He hadn’t bestowed it—he’d splashed wine on my face and handed it to me so I could wipe it off! Anyone watching might think he’d gifted me a golden handkerchief.
Looking at him with a mix of slight guilt and mild annoyance, the Emperor stared back at me with an utterly dumbfounded expression.
“You truly seem to dislike Me not even a little.”
At that awkward moment, as I forced a smile, the Emperor nodded slowly, as if struck by profound realization.
Of course—when you hit the nail right on the head like that, what’s left for me to say?
“Do you… like me, Your Majesty?”
“You.”
“Yes?”
“Do you carry a lead weight on your head?”
For a moment, I tilted my head, unsure if I’d misheard or what he meant by that.
“Yes. The kind used for weighing things. Unless you’ve got one of those, how else could you possibly utter such lunacy?”
“Wow. You really are the best.”
“The best?”
The undisputed champion when it comes to being insufferable. How can he say such things without even blinking? Though… that line sounds oddly familiar…
“Well. I suppose I am the best in many ways.”
The Emperor, having no idea what I was praising, apparently took it as admiration for his own words and nodded far more leisurely than before. He even looked somewhat… cute. Adorably insufferable, perhaps.
‘Am I losing my mind? Cute? Cute, my foot—he’s just an insufferable jerk.’
Did that “chick, chick” hypnosis from when I first saw the Emperor still linger? Shaking my head firmly, I turned to him with a resolute voice.
“Anyway, I only asked because I assumed we felt the same.”
“Felt the same.”
“You clearly hold no feelings for me, Your Majesty. Why would I have any for you?”
“Normally, people before Me fall into one of two categories.”
His eyes narrowed slightly as he elegantly lifted the corners of his mouth—a face seemingly blessed by the gods. How could someone with such looks be so utterly insufferable?
“Either they desperately seek My favor, harbor secret admiration, or… they’re arrogant fools. Only those two types exist. And it seems you’re now the sole remaining example of the latter.”
“The only one left…? What happened to the others…?”
“They’re all dead.”
All dead? That sounded rather dangerous. Did he actually kill them all? Instinctively, I clutched my throat. Had I really pushed things too far?
No—surely the Emperor hadn’t slaughtered people so recklessly. He’d eliminated a few nobles out of necessity, but… had he actually been secretly killing everyone behind the scenes?
I stretched my neck forward like a turtle and swallowed hard. But the Emperor merely chuckled softly like a madman and ran his hand along the sword at his waist.
“Anyway, it’s been a while—don’t know quite what to say. My hands are itching.”
I gave an awkward laugh. Clearly, I’d gone too far. I’d momentarily forgotten that this jerk standing before me was emotionally unstable—a man who ate rudeness for breakfast.
“Haha.”
“Hmm.”
“You’re joking, right?”
“Joking? Me? Why would I waste my breath on jokes? I’m being serious.”
I’d need to consider other options. Perhaps the Emperor wasn’t absolutely necessary to change Shasha’s present and future. There must be another way—someone other than this man, whose personality was so deeply flawed.
Normally, at this point, someone would say, “Just kidding!” or “No need to worry!”—but why did this man insist on speaking with utter sincerity?
‘Handsome men come with a price.’
This is exactly why I can’t stand men who are handsome and nothing else.
Just then—as if to continue the conversation—the Emperor spoke first.
“But… didn’t you send a messenger bird saying you had something to tell Me?”
“Oh! The messenger bird! Did it arrive safely?”
“…Hmm.”
Why that tone? The Emperor’s expression suddenly turned grave.
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This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
——
Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
——
The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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Shes actually so funny. Her inner thought is a jumble mess
There it is the infamous quote of every male lead .