I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 23

Yan Huirou shifted inward as she slept, hiding the mole from view. Her eyelashes tightened, then lifted, and she slowly opened her eyes.
And as she opened them, she was met with—
Jiang Xidai’s dark, gloomy gaze.
The moment Yan Huirou saw her expression, she immediately felt her face ache. So even though the woman hadn’t moved, she subconsciously covered her cheek and retreated a little.
Jiang Xidai glanced at her, then turned over and sat up. Her loose robes fell off again, but fortunately, she caught them with her hand on her shoulder and pulled them up. “When did you come over?”
“I came over when the Sect Master was drunk,” Yan Huirou said.
“Then what are you doing holding me?” she snorted coldly. “What are your intentions?”
“You were the one who wanted to be held,” Yan Huirou blinked.
Jiang Xidai had her back to her. Hearing this, her hand, which was dressing, paused. She turned her head to stare at her, her beautiful eyes slightly wide. “…What?”
The young woman tilted her head, her voice gentle. “Don’t mind it. You didn’t just hold me.”
Yan Huirou raised her finger. Seeing Jiang Xidai was still stunned, she vaguely pointed to the scattered rouge marks on the woman’s exposed collarbone and back. “There were two other girls.”
Jiang Xidai stared at her, clutching her clothes so tightly that the red silk wrinkled in her hand. She subconsciously pulled up her collar, covering her collarbone.
Seeing this, Yan Huirou couldn’t help but smile. She always felt that Sect Master Jiang’s expression at this moment… was a bit like that of a virtuous woman who had been violated, her peach blossom eyes wide with innocence, as if she were trying hard to remember what she had done.
Her serious, contemplative look diluted her innate vibrant beauty and deadly aura. Because of her curled eyelashes, she looked a little childish.
Yan Huirou still remembered the itchy feeling of her eyelashes brushing against her palm.
She watched Jiang Xidai quietly, gently rubbing her thumb.
“I don’t remember.”
Jiang Xidai turned her chin away. She frowned again and touched the red mark on the side of her neck.
After she had properly arranged her clothes, she immediately summoned someone and ordered the two maids who had served her wine last night to be brought to her.
Soon, two trembling young women, one in a green shirt and one in a white dress, were kneeling on the luxurious floor tiles of Qionghua Hall.
“Sect Master,” they called out in low voices, not understanding what had happened.
Jiang Xidai sized them up. She had some impression of them. She had found it lonely to drink alone and was too lazy to pour for herself, so she had called for someone to serve her. But she had never expected them to be so bold.
“Were you two the ones who came last night?”
“Yes… Sect Master,” they answered in unison.
“These rouge marks.”
The woman on the throne spoke in a faint tone. “Who left them?”
“Speak.”
Jiang Xidai narrowed her eyes slightly. “I remember I only told you to pour wine. When did I ever allow you to touch me with your mouths?”
The woman in the green shirt knelt even lower, choking with fear. The woman in the white dress prostrated herself. “Sect Master, it was… my fault. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
“You know you were wrong?”
Jiang Xidai said, “Take this life and receive your punishment. Don’t make the same mistake in the next life. Hmm?”
Her gentle voice fell upon the main hall, but it was like a strong wind sweeping through the grass, instantly sucking all the life out of the air.
The two women kneeling on the ground turned pale.
Yan Huirou’s heart twinged with a little regret. She had just said it casually, but perhaps she shouldn’t have told Jiang Xidai…
“I thought you were—” the woman in the white dress finally couldn’t help but cry, shouting, “Sect Master, can you spare my life? Next time, I won’t dare to do it again! I—”
She had been at the Shasheng Sect for a while but had rarely seen Jiang Xidai. She had heard rumors from the outside that the master of the Shasheng Sect was fond of women. It was a rare opportunity to get close to her, so she couldn’t help but have some crooked thoughts.
Jiang Xidai waved her hand without any pity and had the two of them dragged away.
“Sect Master Jiang.”
Yan Huirou said disapprovingly, “Although those two were presumptuous, their crime does not deserve death. Your punishment is a bit too severe.”
Jiang Xidai gave a lazy yawn and was about to speak, but the woman in the white dress had already stepped forward and fallen to her knees by her skirt, sobbing, “Sect Master, it was a moment of weakness, I had no intention of being disrespectful… I, I love you, because I love you… I’m sorry, I love you too much, so I couldn’t help but kiss…”
Jiang Xidai lowered her eyes and smiled lightly. “Love?”
The woman in the white dress’s neck was squeezed tight and she was lifted off the ground. She stared in terror at Jiang Xidai’s face, which was so close, and clutched her own neck, her face turning red.
Help, me…
“Really?”
Jiang Xidai’s breath was like an orchid as she uttered two words. Her eyes were fixed on her, and she smiled. “Then can I cut out your heart and have a look? Little girl?”
“I… I…”
Jiang Xidai felt tears fall on her hand, like hot pearls.
Crying. Scared to tears already?
In those teary eyes, there was no love, only reverence and fear.
Jiang Xidai might not be able to distinguish the former, but she was clearly very familiar with the latter, having seen it so often over the years.
The little maid was crying her eyes out. These people had all been selected by Wen Xianyin and sent to please Jiang Xidai. They were good-looking. More importantly, they looked a little like Zhan Ke.
The one she was holding now had a three-tenths resemblance in her features, and she looked even more like her when she cried.
Jiang Xidai quietly admired her crying state for a while. She traced her eyes with her finger, and under the trembling eyelids, she used a little force. The sharp nail cut through the delicate skin, just a little.
When a sliver of blood seeped out, Jiang Xidai’s expression changed. She realized who she was thinking of.
She sneered and threw the person aside. With a thud, she said, “Get out, and don’t come before me and be an eyesore in the future!”
Having survived this ordeal, the maids kowtowed in thanks and left.
Qionghua Hall was once again left with only the shadows of Yan Huirou and Jiang Xidai, standing in quiet opposition.
Jiang Xidai had scolded them, but her expression was listless, and the lingering effects of the wine showed. She gave Yan Huirou a lazy, sideways glance and said unhappily, “You too. What are you standing here for?”
“I’m different.”
Yan Huirou thought for a moment and said, “I didn’t take liberties with the Sect Master. On the contrary…”
Meeting Jiang Xidai’s inexplicably dangerous gaze, Yan Huirou lowered her head and, with some modesty, held onto her collar.
Her cheeks were slightly red, revealing a red mark.
On the fair, even skin, was a bite mark.
Yan Huirou pointed to it herself, her voice even softer. “You bit me when you were sleeping last night. It was Sect Master Jiang who took liberties with me in her dream. I am the victim, so I am different from them.”
“…”
A moment of silence.
Jiang Xidai said angrily, “You dare say you haven’t taken liberties with me?”
“Mm.” Yan Huirou was accommodating and gave her a faint smile. “Then… are we even, Sect Master?”
Beep! Female Lead Favorability +1
Jiang Xidai frowned secretly. She had just said it when she bit her lower lip. She always felt that her conversations with Yan Huirou were becoming more and more strange, like they were flirting.
The red-robed beauty nestled in the soft blanket frowned again and again, feeling that something was wrong. She asked in her heart, “Are you there?”
Is there anything the host needs help with? the cold, mechanical voice answered.
“That favorability you’ve been adding randomly, what’s the count now?”
It was so annoying, constantly buzzing in her ear.
The system’s statistics are absolutely accurate. Is the host inquiring about the favorability of the female lead, Yan Huirou?
“Who else can I check?”
Permissions are limited to the male and female leads.
Jiang Xidai found it rather boring, as she had no interest in Li Xinghe at all.
Hate was normal, there was no need to ask.
And the system, hearing her light humph, still dutifully gave the statistics. The male lead’s favorability had already become a negative value, a sea of red, just short of being engraved with the four big words “blood feud.”
Sect Master Jiang had cultivated for many years and didn’t know what a “negative value” was. After hearing the system’s explanation, she hummed indifferently and asked, “What about Yan Huirou?”
Female lead’s favorability: 79.
Jiang Xidai thought in surprise, How is it so high? She couldn’t help but glance at Yan Huirou, her gaze fixed on her, carefully studying that gentle and harmless face for a moment.
Seeing her looking at her, and staring, Yan Huirou’s brow relaxed. “Why did the Sect Master suddenly stop talking?”
Beep! Female Lead Favorability +1
The sharp sound rang out again. A vein throbbed at Jiang Xidai’s temple. She subconsciously touched it. Before she could take a breath, she heard the strange voice say again, Congratulations! The host has achieved one of the series of achievements.
“…What?”
Female lead’s favorability has reached 80, successfully unlocking the “Oath of the Golden Orchid” title.
This sentence was more classical, and Jiang Xidai understood it without the system’s explanation. But the moment she understood it, she frowned even more deeply in disgust—Golden Orchid?
Who would swear an oath of sisterhood with that clueless little girl?
How is that possible?
Doesn’t this damn system check her what-cha-ma-call-it favorability towards Yan Huirou?!
Host, holding the villain’s script, your achievement is quite magnificent. The cold, mechanical voice actually had a hint of humanity to it. Since the establishment of this department, we have not seen a villain host who can raise the female lead’s favorability to this level. Please keep up the good work!
“…Why are you congratulating me?” Jiang Xidai said. “The goal you want to achieve, isn’t it to increase the favorability between the male and female leads? It has nothing to do with me and her.”
Getting close to the mission target will help achieve the goal, the system explained considerately.
“So,” Jiang Xidai asked out of boredom, “how are things between that wretched pair?”
She tried asking about Li Xinghe’s favorability towards Yan Huirou. Since they had only met a few times, it had barely reached 10.
The system said that this was the level of remembering, with a decent impression.
Jiang Xidai casually asked about Yan Huirou’s favorability towards that boy. Since they had only met a few times—the system coldly threw out a “1,” a stark contrast to Yan Huirou’s magnificent “80” towards her.
The system said that this was the level of barely knowing, but not at all familiar.
The host can appropriately increase the progress of the main mission, the system tactfully suggested.
Jiang Xidai’s eyes moved. For a rare moment in this conversation, she felt like she was interacting with a living being with the thing in her head. “This department”? It seemed that although this thing did not belong to this world, its origins were not small.
“It’s nothing.” She calculated in her mind and spoke out loud, answering Yan Huirou’s earlier question in a slow, deliberate manner.
Jiang Xidai asked Yan Huirou, “Did you grow up in the Qingxu Sect’s cave prison? Who are your parents, where did you live before?”
Yan Huirou gently shook her head, then nodded. “Mm, I suppose so. But as for the rest, I don’t know.”
That explained it. An orphan girl, tortured for a long time in a dark, damp prison, never seeing the light of day, probably hadn’t received much kindness.
Perhaps it’s because I brought her out. A little bit of casual treatment, and she would think it’s not bad. That’s why her favorability can rise so quickly. Jiang Xidai reluctantly rationalized it in her mind.
“Yan Huirou.”
The woman still answered gently, “Sect Master, what is it?”
“Am I usually very good to you?”
Yan Huirou was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly. “It’s alright. But I never ask you to be good to me. I…”
Yan Huirou pursed her lips.
The candlelight in the room was lit, and her face grew dark, hidden in the shadows, but her gaze was still gentle.
Jiang Xidai didn’t hear the rest. After a long moment, Yan Huirou smiled and said, “I’ll be good to you. That’s enough.”