Abused Female Lead And Beautiful Villainess (Quick Transmigration)

From early morning, Yin Corporation employees noticed their President smiling at everyone, even overlooking small work errors without scolding. They found it strange—when had President Yin become so agreeable?

This continued until noon.

Yin Meichang approached her secretary with a smile. “No need to order takeout for me today.”

“Huh?” The secretary stood up. “Are you going out, President Yin?” She quickly checked Yin Meichang’s schedule but found no important lunch meetings recorded.

“Just don’t order for me, that’s all.”

Yin Meichang returned to her office, beaming. The secretary was bewildered.

At 12:30 PM, Shen Wan arrived at the Yin Corporation building, carrying a thermal lunch box. It was her first time visiting Yin’s company.

Just as she entered the building, her phone rang. It was Yin Meichang. “Wan Wan, are you here?”

“Eh? Little Mei, how did you know I arrived? You didn’t put a tracker on me, did you?”

Yin Meichang, watching the security feed on her computer screen, replied calmly, “You’re always on my mind. I had a feeling you should be here, so I called. From your response, it seems you really are here.”

“Yes, I just arrived at the company entrance.”

Yin Meichang gazed at the girl on the monitor, her eyes full of adoration. “I’ll come down to meet you.”

“No need, I’ll come up myself. I’m at the elevator already,” Shen Wan said hurriedly. “The signal’s weak. I’ll hang up now.”

Yin Meichang looked at the disconnected call, stood up, and left her office with a smile. Her happiness was so radiant that the secretaries and assistants outside could barely look at her.

Yin Meichang was beautiful, a true stunner. She usually wore cheongsams, accentuating her allure. At work, she wore business suits, no less beautiful but with a sharper edge, especially her eyes, which few dared to meet directly.

On her wedding day, they had seen another side of Yin Meichang’s beauty—soft and tender. Those captivating, sometimes fierce eyes became gentle as water when looking at her beloved.

Yin Meichang walked briskly to the elevator, drawing sidelong glances. People secretly watched her, noting the elevator floor display.

With a ding, the elevator doors opened.

Out stepped a girl, skin-and-bones thin with paper-white skin, yet wearing a radiant smile. She carried a thermal lunch box and wore a dress that hung loosely even in its smallest size. Though they had only seen her once at the wedding, they instantly recognized the President’s wife.

“Little Mei, haven’t eaten yet, right?”

The Yin Corporation employees were about to stand and greet Shen Wan.

Hearing “Little Mei,” they nearly face-planted into their computers. L-Little Mei? The President’s wife called their stern boss Little Mei?

They quickly looked to gauge Yin Meichang’s reaction, only to see her smiling as she took the lunch box from Shen Wan, holding her hand and even leaning down to whisper something in her ear.

“I haven’t eaten. I’ve been waiting for you to bring me lunch and charm me, haven’t I?”

Sensing Yin Meichang’s joyful mood, Shen Wan felt happy. “Then shall I bring you lunch every day? How about that?” It wasn’t wrong to bring lunch daily to her hardworking wife, was it?

Yin Meichang wanted nothing more, but seeing Shen Wan’s frail form, she felt a pang of concern. “That would tire you out.” She wanted them to have more time together.

Perhaps heaven had seen her sincerity. Her Wan Wan was still standing before her, alive and well. Despite her serious illness, apart from being thinner and eating less, she was still here in the flesh.

“It’s no trouble at all. I’m fine,” Shen Wan said softly. “I can’t pass up such a good opportunity. Bringing you lunch every day—wouldn’t that make you happy, Little Mei?”

“Mm.”

Yin Meichang nodded. How could she not be happy? No matter the taste, any meal her wife brought would be a delicacy to her. If Wan Wan could stay with her for life, she’d gladly eat plain rice porridge and pickles every day with relish, never tiring of it.

The Yin Corporation employees watched dumbfounded as Yin Meichang led Shen Wan into her office, hearing Shen Wan call “Little Mei” repeatedly. They nearly choked on their food.

After the couple entered the office and closed the door, discussions erupted outside.

“The President’s wife actually calls President Yin ‘Little Mei’?”

“My goodness, this must be true love.”

“It’s a good thing the character for ‘red’ isn’t in President Yin’s name. With the President’s wife’s personality, she might have called her ‘Little Red’.”

Imagining that scene, everyone nearly burst out laughing.

“I never realized President Yin was so accepting. Being called ‘Little Mei’ over and over, and she’s still so happy about it.”

“I finally understand why President Yin was so cheerful this morning. It’s because the President’s wife was bringing her lunch.”

Inside the office, the couple paid no attention to the chatter outside. The lunch box was open, filled with food prepared by the housekeeper. But to Yin Meichang, it might as well have been made by her wife. Anything that passed through Shen Wan’s hands was as good as made by her.

“Have you eaten?”

“A little bit.”

Yin Meichang believed her. She had already called home earlier to check, needing to know Shen Wan’s condition daily. The family doctor came every day to examine Shen Wan’s health.

Shen Wan sat nearby, watching Yin Meichang eat while simultaneously reading documents and occasionally clicking her mouse. She frowned slightly. “Little Mei, you’re multitasking. I think I understand now why the villains and supporting characters in TV dramas are so capable.”

“Why’s that?” Yin Meichang looked up, inquiring.

“Because they probably eat like you do, still working seriously. As for the male leads, they’re always on screen, either having chance encounters with the female lead, showing affection, getting jealous, or being entangled with troublesome characters. So, aren’t the male leads in TV dramas busy?”

Yin Meichang smiled. “But didn’t you say they’re busy with chance encounters, showing affection, getting jealous, and dealing with various people? Sounds quite busy to me.”

Shen Wan thought: Wife’s explanation seems flawless. Alright, TV drama male leads are very busy. She had misunderstood.

She was a bit curious about how Huo Han was doing.

“Little Mei, seeing how I’m trying to please you, aren’t you in a good mood?”

“Not bad.”

“Then shouldn’t you go easier on Huo Han?” Shen Wan looked serious, as if genuinely pleading for Huo Han. “Give him a chance to survive.”

“Don’t worry. I haven’t been targeting him lately. Huo Corporation’s shareholders are no pushovers. He’s got plenty of troubles now. As long as you’re good, I won’t do anything to him.”

Yin Meichang secretly wondered if her wife mentioning Huo Han meant she wanted her to take action against him.

As she pondered this while eating and reading documents, she misaimed her chopsticks, smearing some sauce on the corner of her mouth. Shen Wan had already come to her side, pulling out a tissue to wipe it off.

Yin Meichang didn’t move, just gazed intently at Shen Wan with smiling eyes as she wiped her mouth. “Wan Wan,” she called softly, unable to resist. “If only we could go on like this forever.”

Shen Wan thought: Woman, I’ll fulfill your wish.

“Little Mei, don’t overthink it. I’m being so nice to you just to please you, make you happy so you’ll go easy on Huo Han.” Shen Wan tossed the dirty tissue in the trash and took the chopsticks from Yin Meichang’s hand. “You focus on your documents. I’ll feed you. Little Mei, pay attention now, I’m going to charm you.”

188: Why did he end up with such a host? He remembered when they first bonded, he had actually said, “Such a serious, down-to-earth, sincere young girl is rare.” Now, thinking back, he wanted to slap himself hard.

“Very perceptive.”

Yin Meichang gladly accepted her beloved’s personal feeding. With Shen Wan feeding her, she only needed to open her mouth, allowing her to review documents much faster.

This meal was a joyful one for Yin Meichang, her happiness nearly overflowing.

Suddenly, she noticed Shen Wan staring blankly at the floor. She tensed up immediately, calling out, “Wan Wan?” Fearing something was wrong with Shen Wan’s health, she quickly steadied Shen Wan’s shoulders, her heart filled with dread.

“Little Mei, I have terrible news to tell you,” Shen Wan said with a sorrowful tone, making Yin Meichang’s heart sink. Her voice trembling, she asked, “W-What is it?” She held Shen Wan’s shoulders a bit tighter, her eyes stinging. Had Wan Wan reached her limit?

“I’m wearing mismatched shoes,” Shen Wan said, staring at her feet, sounding very frustrated.

Yin Meichang: ?

“They’re different. I can’t believe I walked all the way up here like this. I wonder if anyone noticed. I’ve done something so embarrassing, I don’t want to go out now.”

This is maddening!

As Little Mei’s wife and the Yin Corporation President’s spouse, she had hurriedly put on mismatched shoes. How mortifying.

“188, why didn’t you remind me? You must have noticed, right?”

[188: “Huh? Wan Wan, what are you talking about?”] Who said he had to remind her if he noticed? Did such a trivial matter require a mission system to point it out?

Hmph!

Playing dumb, who couldn’t do that?

Yin Meichang looked down and indeed saw two differently colored flat shoes on Shen Wan’s feet. They were quite noticeable now, but she found them rather endearing.