Oops! My Inner Thoughts Are Ruining The Plot

Chapter 50: Chapter

[Ding!]

Nine’s monotone voice chimed inside her head.

[System override is unavailable. Host is advised to face the consequences of her actions. Good luck.]

[You useless piece of code!]

Su Yueqing cursed internally, splashing more water in frustration.

Before she could complain further, the maids finished rinsing her hair. "Young Madam, the bath is complete," one of them announced, stepping back.

Li Mei, who had remained silent and invisible in the corner the entire time, quickly stepped forward. She unrolled a large, plush drying cloth, holding it up with a deeply submissive posture, her eyes properly cast toward the floor.

Su Yueqing stepped out of the wooden tub, grumbling as she wrapped herself in the fabric. As she lifted her arms to let the maids pat her skin dry, Li Mei leaned in closer to help adjust the collar of the silk inner robes they were slipping over her shoulders.

It was during this movement that Li Mei’s collar intentionally shifted back just a fraction under the bright candlelight of the bathhouse.

A dark, unmistakable purple-red mark was clearly visible right on the soft skin of Li Mei’s neck.

One of the younger maids caught sight of it and gasped lightly. "Oh, sister Li Mei, what is that on your neck? Did you get hurt? It looks like a nasty scar."

Li Mei instantly froze, her hand flying up to pull her collar tight as her cheeks flushed a deep, dramatic pink. She lowered her head, her voice trembling in simulated embarrassment. "I-It is nothing. I was simply clumsy in the servants’ quarters earlier. I scratched myself against a rough piece of wood. It is not a scar to worry about."

The other maid looked sympathetic, completely buying the innocent act.

But Su Yueqing? Su Yueqing’s eyes practically narrowed into slits.

She wasn’t some naive ancient lady who didn’t know how the world worked. She was a modern soul! A scratch from a piece of wood? Who was Li Mei trying to fool?! That perfectly circular, dark purple bruise was undeniably a fresh, passionate hickey. And knowing the original script of this novel, there was only one man who could have put it there: the male lead, Xi Wenzhe.

A sudden, sharp wave of disgust hit Su Yueqing’s stomach.

[She must have shown it intentionally.]

She thought, watching the maid’s overly dramatic blush.

[She knows Wenzhe is coming to my room tonight, so she’s purposely flaunting his mark in front of me to mark her territory and make me feel miserable.]

[Wow. What a disgusting pair,]

Su Yueqing sneered bitterly in her mind, her earlier panic about the wedding night turning into cold irritation.

[Nine! Look at that! He was just sleeping with his precious maid, yet he still wants to come meet me! Why are all men so disgusting?]

[Host, emotional volatility is detected. Please remain calm.

[I am calm! I’m just disgusted,]

Su Yueqing rolled her eyes internally, turning her back on Li Mei completely.

[If that hypocrite thinks he can come into my room tonight acting like a loyal husband after leaving hickeys on his maid, he has another thing coming. I’ll make sure his wedding night is an absolute nightmare.]

The head maid and the other servants returned from the inner chamber, announcing that everything was ready. Without wasting another second, they ushered Su Yueqing over to the dressing mirror to prepare her for the night.

Li Mei stepped back into the shadows, but Su Yueqing could still feel the maid’s watchful, calculating gaze on her back. Silently scoffing, Su Yueqing sat down and let the maids attend to her, pushing the thought of that disgusting mark out of her mind.

When they finished tying the final silk ribbon, the maids stepped back, taking a collective, sharp breath.

"Young Madam... you look absolutely breathtaking," one of the younger maids whispered, her eyes wide with genuine awe.

Su Yueqing looked into the polished bronze mirror and blinked, momentarily stunned by her own reflection. They had dressed her in a vibrant, crimson-red silk inner garment.

The rich color contrasted beautifully against her pale skin, highlighting her delicate collarbones and the soft curves of her waist. Her long, dark hair fell in thick, glossy cascades past her waist, framing a face that looked entirely ethereal.

Her skin was flawlessnsmooth and pale like the finest white pearls, completely devoid of any blemish.

[Holy cow,]

Su Yueqing thought, staring at her reflection. ***[I knew the villainess was supposed to be pretty, but this body is a straight-up ten out of ten. If that block of wood dares to come in here with his hypocritical attitude, he doesn’t deserve to look at a single hair on my head.]

[Ding! Nine’s voice chimed in. Host, the male lead’s footsteps have entered the outer courtyard. His arrival is imminent. Please prepare yourself.]

The head maid gave a final, satisfied nod, making sure the room was perfectly arranged before bowing deeply. "Young Madam, the Young Master has arrived. We shall take our leave now."

One by one, the maids filed out of the room. Li Mei was the last to leave, offering a slow, submissive curtsy, though her eyes lingered on Su Yueqing’s breathtaking appearance with a flash of hidden bitterness.

The moment the doors clicked shut, Su Yueqing’s ethereal, breathtaking expression crumbled into a look of sheer panic.

She took one deep breath of the room’s air and instantly wrinkled her nose. The scent was overly sweet, heavy, and practically screaming,

"Hey, let’s make some bad decisions tonight!"

"Aw, heck no," Su Yueqing muttered aloud.

She stood up immediately, her long crimson skirts swirling around her ankles, and bolted across the room like a woman on a mission. She wasn’t about to get all horny over that hypocritical jerk just because the kitchen maids wanted to play matchmaker.

She marched right up to the delicate brass censer where the aphrodisiac incense was pumping out thin, purple curls of smoke.

[Nine! Quick! What’s the fastest way to kill this thing without starting a fire?]*** she screamed in her head, looking around frantically for water.

[Ding! Host is advised to pour the leftover cold tea from the table into the censer. Or, alternatively, blow on it really hard, though the system notes your lung capacity is currently compromised by anxiety.]

"Shut up, Nine," she hissed. She grabbed a half-empty cup of cold jasmine tea from the table, marched back, and dumped the entire thing straight into the brass burner.

Sssssssss!

A loud, aggressive hiss echoed through the room as a thick, nasty cloud of gray smoke exploded right into her face. Su Yueqing coughed violently, waving her hands wildly in front of her face to clear the air. She was hacking and wheezing, her ink-black eyes watering as she tried to fan the smoke away with her wide silk sleeves.

Right at that exact, deeply embarrassing moment, the heavy wooden doors swung open.

Xi Wenzhe walked in.