This is Not How You Use a Villainess Sir

Chapter 31: Adults, that’s not how you use a bad woman

The hardships of life struck down this woman before Xianoya could bring her joy.

“My most desired achievement and satisfaction is not to render the family speechless, but to hold my mother’s hand, to let her bask in the embrace of the fireplace on a cold night, and then to see her embrace me with eyes full of pride and relief.”

*

After Chu Yan entered the dream, it didn’t take long to find Xianoya.

She was sitting on the ground, looking around.

The world around her was “playing” her childhood memories, a tranquil recollection without too much drama or twists.

Even when Xia Charnoya discovered her mother’s passing, she didn’t wail in despair. She stood petrified and bewildered at the door of their dilapidated little room, alone and motionless for a long time.

Soon after, that memory would “replay” itself.

It was like clutching at a sore spot to inflict mental pollution, deepening her memory incessantly.

Chu Yan walked over and sat down beside Xia Charnoya, saying:

“Who would have guessed, Xia Charnoya, that you, once so gaunt and impoverished, would now have such a full figure?”

Xia Charnoya, accustomed to his foolish flirtations, retorted with feigned ease:

“Chu Yan, could you politely close your eyes? This dreamscape is a private memory I find hard to revisit.”

“Having seen it all, closing my eyes would be pointless.”

Xia Charnoya sighed deeply and then said:

“I often wonder, if I hadn’t been so greedy back then, not dragging it out for half a year, announcing my apprenticeship results earlier, getting the money to seek a potion master to nurse her health, would everything have been different? “

Such matters are hard to clarify.

Had Xia Charnoya exposed herself earlier, Lady Lowellan might have interfered.

To destroy what one cannot have is all too common among such jealous women. She wouldn’t care about the loss of a genius to the family; her only concern was whether this genius was her own son.

In silence, Chu Yan listened, and Xia Charnoya added:

“I wish… when my mother hugged me to ward off the cold, I could have done something for her.”

Chu Yan burrowed into Xia Charnoya’s embrace, playing the big baby, burying his face in her ample and soft bosom, even shamelessly crying out:

“Mommy!”

“?!?”

Xia Charnoya felt a twinge in her heart, frustratedly tugging at Chu Yan’s ear.

“…That’s enough, don’t overdo it, you rascal.”

With half his face pressed against her tender heart, Chu Yan looked up and asked:

“Do you feel it? When you embrace someone else, you feel warmth too.

Auntie, when she held you like this back then, was already warmed by your very existence, Xia Charnoya!”

“…But the chill on my back still lingers.”

“People warming themselves by the fire don’t lie on the flames. As long as you hold something warm in your arms, as long as you can feel the other’s warmth, you no longer feel the cold.”

“…”

Xia Charnoya was at a loss for words, staring blankly at him, his words echoing in her mind.

The world around her replayed the moment young Xia Charnoya secretly learned magic.

A water orb, formed by magic, appeared in her tiny hands.

Chu Yan suddenly spoke with a biting sarcasm:

“But there’s one thing you might really regret—not being innately attuned to fire, but that shouldn’t stop you from learning some flame magic to keep warm!”

The waves of emotion in Xia Nuoya’s heart were instantly wiped away.

Her silver teeth lightly bit her lip, wanting to hit him!

But Chu Yan stood up, leaving the warmth of her embrace, and pulled her up from the ground.

In the palm of his hand, he conjured a ball of dragon’s flame, gently placing it in Xia Nuoya’s hands.

“So, my flame, I can lend to you.”

Xia Nuoya watched the pulsing, fiery warmth in her palm, slowly extending it towards the cold winter of the dream world.

The constantly replaying gray memories were burned away.

Nightmares burned in the dragon’s flame.

The blurred scene arrived at the moment where mother and daughter huddled together for warmth.

Xia Nuoya embraced Chu Yan once more.

The one being embraced was him, yet she truly felt warmth emanating from his body.

Irreplaceable, the heat spread throughout her entire body.

Xia Nuoya couldn’t give her mother the best surprise that year.

But as her mother embraced her, she must have already felt the warmth from her daughter’s heart, right?

Chapter Thirty: The Great Carriage in the Darkness

Xia Nuoya’s figure vanished within this nightmarish world.

Chu Yan didn’t believe that her heart’s regrets had been erased—that was impossible.

At most, it was just diminishing the place of regret in her heart, not letting it trouble her inner self.

No matter what, regret could not be rounded into perfection; that would be self-deception.

Like a shriveled, uneven rear, even if the Heavenly King himself came, it would have nothing to do with a beautiful behind!

“Huh? Why haven’t I ‘logged out’ yet?”

Chu Yan was stunned, looking around in bewildered confusion.

After that recent blaze, Xia Nuoya’s memories had been completely consumed.

All around was a monotonous void, black pitch, like a starless night sky, deep and silent.

It seemed Xia Nuoya had successfully returned to the present, her physical body likely awakened in reality.

But Chu Yan found no signs of escaping this place!

“Damn, could it be that I have to go through a round of nightmare’s mental contamination too?”

He tried to move around in this space, reaching out and groping in the darkness.

According to the intelligence gathered, touching those bubbles would resurrect the most unbearable nightmares in one’s soul.

Even the deceased Connie couldn’t escape it, so it’s likely that he, Chu, would have to experience it as well.

But what is his nightmare?

Chu Yan genuinely doesn’t know.

Perhaps the gods, seeing how hard his previous life was, granted him an easy start in this one. In the decade or so Chu Yan has grown up in this world—

He’s been living it up with abandon!

If this nightmare realm could truly excavate the memories he’s never noticed in his heart…

…that would be quite an anticipated event.

Walking along, Chu Yan’s body began to dissipate photons.

His body emitted a fluorescent glow, which slowly faded away, like the decay of some form of energy.

“Can I finally ‘log out’? No, it’s my body that’s getting smaller.”

His clothes gradually became too wide, and eventually, they didn’t fit at all. Slipping from his slender shoulders, Chu Yan’s body couldn’t even hold up a shirt.

Looking at his body, now about the size of a ten-year-old, he ignited a flame at his fingertips, trying to illuminate his surroundings.

With the light, a shadow appeared ahead.

It wasn’t his own shadow; the shadow appeared suddenly in a certain spot, as if something invisible was sitting there.

Chu Yan’s eyes couldn’t confirm its existence, but the light and shadow traced its subtle presence.

Perhaps, this was the reason he couldn’t leave the nightmare world.

“Hey, brother, looking for me? Just say it directly.”

Unable to hide, unable to escape, the fearless Chu Yan ran towards the invisible presence.

As he drew closer, the flame cast a clearer shadow, no longer just a long line seen from afar.

The silhouette on the “wall” was curvaceous and voluptuous, full and lush.

From the side, the shadow’s proud peaks were lofty and towering!

Unfortunately, Chu Yan still couldn’t see her true form.

As he stood there, puzzled and troubled, a delicate invisible hand took his small one, extinguishing the dragon flame.

Chu Yan’s vision plunged into darkness, the woman’s shadow disappeared with the extinguishing of the light, but her true form emerged in the pitch-black obscurity!

This woman was taller than the average female; she was just sitting, but the shrunken Chu Yan’s forehead barely reached above her ribs.

Without waiting for Chu Yan to look up and confirm her appearance, the woman slowly reached out to embrace him.

The hug had an irresistible force, and Chu Yan reacted quickly, wanting to retreat at first, but even stepping back several steps was just marking time.

As his head was buried in that ample softness, Chu Yan gave up resistance in an instant, waiting for what would come next.