A Villainess Needs to Have the Ability of a Villainess

greement that they would find actors for each other’s roles, so that they would be the most objective.

Jiang Yuhe has always been efficient.
He also found someone long ago, also a student named Gu Shuang.
She was only in her second year of college, a young 19-year-old girl.

He took out his phone and exchanged photos to show Wen Yu.

A beautiful girl with clean eyes.

Wen Yu was a little surprised.
“Is this the me in your mind?”

She originally thought Jiang Yuhe would find a bright and flamboyant woman, but did not expect his choice to be so clean.

The car was quiet for a long time before Jiang Yuhe said lightly, “When you woke up after the accident, you were as clean as a piece of white paper the first time I saw you.”

It was hard for Jiang Yuhe to say how much of his usually-emotionless self was willing to take Wen Yu home at that time because of the first look in her eyes after she woke up.

They were clear as water, and pitiful.

White paper could be painted with any bright color.

But those who already had color could never be turned back into a white paper.

Wen Yu understood Jiang Yuhe’s meaning.
She paused for a second, put the two newcomers’ photos together and asked, “Do they look like us?”

Jiang Yuhe drove his car and kept his eyes ahead.
He didn’t even take a look and denied, “No.”

Wen Yu froze.
“Huh?”

It took a long time before Jiang Yuhe said, “No one looks like you.”

“…”

Wen Yu didn’t know whether she was moved or touched, she immersed herself in these five words for a long time.
All she felt was that the weight of these words was too heavy, so heavy, and they were all of Jiang Yuhe’s incomparable partiality to her.

He melted her entire heart.

She propped her chin up, stared at Jiang Yuhe like that, and said sweetly, “I finally know why I almost fell down just now.”

Jiang Yuhe.
“Why?”

“Because you bumped into my heart, Brother.”

“…”

This rustic pick up line chilled Jiang Yuhe to the bone.

But after a while, he asked calmly with a straight face, “Is it just your heart?”

“?”

Only after a few seconds did Wen Yu understand the deeper meaning of Jiang Yuhe’s words with hindsight.

Her face was instantly flushed, and her mouth moved to say something, but she found that she couldn’t string a word herself.

She wanted to say some love words to tease him in such a sweet atmosphere, but his straightforward question killed her on the spot.

The feeling of nausea in her chest came up again inexplicably, but this time, probably because she was prepared, Wen Yu swallowed her saliva and forced it down.
After she had completely calmed down, she straightened her head and muttered, “Nasty.”

Jiang Yuhe gently curled his lips and said nothing.