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“I was supposed to be the villainess in his story—until I rewrote the script.”

Lin Chaoxi accidentally activates a mysterious “Villainess System” that transports her into a novel she once read. Her mission? Sabotage the female lead and fall in love with the male lead… or be erased.

But nothing goes according to plan—especially when the cold and distant CEO, Shen Muyan, starts remembering things he was never supposed to.

In a world where the plot resets, the system punishes feelings, and love could mean deletion, Lin Chaoxi must make an impossible choice:

Follow the script. Or follow her heart.

A love that breaks rules. A system on the verge of collapse. And a villainess who refuses to lose.

The Villainess System Made Me His Wife

Chapter 42 – You're Lying To Me Again, Aren't You?

The night was unusually quiet. The soft hum of the city outside the window was drowned by the silence between them. Lin Zhaoxi stood by the glass wall of the penthouse, her fingers subconsciously gripping the edge of her blouse.

Behind her, Shen Muyan's voice broke the silence—calm, but dangerously low.

"Zhaoxi. Why do you keep hiding things from me?"

He took a step forward. "Every time I ask about your past, you either change the subject or lie straight to my face."

She turned slightly, her expression unreadable. "Some things are better left in the past."

"That's not an answer," he said, voice rising just slightly. "I can't protect someone I don't understand. And lately, I feel like I don't know you at all."

Her lips trembled, but she forced a smile. "You're overthinking."

[Warning: Trust Level Critical – System Detection: Host at risk of identity exposure.]

The cold mechanical voice rang in her mind. She blinked quickly, trying to remain composed.

[If trust level drops below 10%, System penalty will activate in 12 hours.]

Twelve hours? No, she couldn't let that happen. She'd worked too hard to reach this far.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him. "You want the truth? Fine. I did lie. But not because I wanted to hurt you."

He looked at her, eyes dark. "Then why?"

"Because the truth is too heavy. I'm not who you think I am. I wasn't supposed to be in your world. Not like this."

(Just enough truth. Just enough fiction.)

He stared at her, as if trying to piece together a puzzle that no longer fit.

"Did someone force you into the entertainment world? Into marrying me?" he asked slowly.

Her heart skipped a beat. He was dangerously close.

Her breath hitched. "All I can say… is that everything I've done was to survive."

Silence again. Then, he chuckled bitterly.

"You know what's funny? I told myself I'd never fall for another lie. But with you, I keep hoping you're telling the truth."

"But I can't keep doing this," he whispered. "You either let me in, or I walk away."

[Warning: Emotional Link at risk. Trust Level 11%. Penalty imminent.]

She stepped forward instinctively and reached for his hand. "Please… don't go."

Her voice broke. "Even if I can't tell you everything now… Can you wait a little longer? Just a little longer?"

His eyes met hers, and for a moment, something cracked in his cold expression. "Don't make me regret this."

Then he pulled his hand away, and walked past her.

The door didn't slam—but the click of it shutting felt louder than thunder.

[System Notice: Trust Level stabilized at 11%. Penalty delayed. Emotional link… deteriorating.]

She had bought time. But at what cost?