Transmigrated as the Mary Sue: The Villainess's Revenge System | Chapter 65 | Caught Red-Handed | Novela.app

Chapter 66 - Caught Red-Handed The heavy silence of the apartment was a stark contrast to the buzzing energy of the international video conference Que Tang had just concluded. For the past few weeks, she had been single-mindedly pushing Yu Luoyan to focus on her career, hoping the woman would find her own footing and independence. In turn, Yu Luoyan, driven by a desperate desire to please Que Tang and prove her worth, had thrown herself into her work with a fervor that bordered on obsession. Both women believed they had achieved their goals, yet the air between them remained thick with unspoken tension. It was nearly eight o'clock by the time Que Tang stepped out of the elevator. Her mind was still racing with sales projections and market analysis, but the sight that greeted her instantly cleared her head. Her front door—the heavy security gate she always made sure to lock—was standing wide open. A chill that had nothing to do with the hallway’s air conditioning crept down her spine. She approached the threshold with hesitant steps, her heart hammering against her ribs. It wasn't just the outer gate; the inner wooden door was ajar as well, revealing a living room swallowed by impenetrable darkness. "Luoyan? Luoyan, are you there?" Que Tang called out, her voice tight with anxiety. She reached for the light switch beside the door, her fingers fumbling against the wall. She pressed it, but nothing happened. The darkness remained absolute, heavy and suffocating. She remembered Yu Luoyan calling her earlier to say she had arrived home safely. A surge of dread washed over her. Had something happened? Had an intruder followed her? Before she could process the fear, a pair of strong hands shot out from the shadows, seizing her wrists with startling precision. Before she could even gasp, a sharp, metallic *click* echoed through the silent room. The sound triggered a sudden, vivid sense of déjà vu. Que Tang’s mind flashed back to a similar moment in the office—the same cold sensation, the same restrictive weight. "Dear lady, I am arresting you as a flagrant trespasser caught in the act." The voice was familiar, yet it carried a cadence Que Tang hadn't heard before—low, authoritative, and laced with a dangerous playfulness. As the metal bit into her skin, Que Tang instinctively tried to pull away, only to find her arms jerked behind her back and locked firmly in place. She gasped, her breath hitching as she twisted her head around. In the dim light filtering in from the hallway, she saw Yu Luoyan. But this wasn't the soft, yielding woman she knew. Yu Luoyan was dressed in a crisp, black, form-fitting police uniform that accentuated every curve of her silhouette. She stood there with a mocking tilt to her head, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her lips. "You have the right to remain silent," Yu Luoyan whispered, stepping closer until her chest was nearly brushing against Que Tang’s back. She reached out, her gloved fingers catching Que Tang’s chin and forcing her to look up. "But from this moment forward, every word you say... will become evidence in court." Que Tang felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks, a mixture of genuine shock and a burgeoning, traitorous sense of excitement. "Luoyan, what on earth is this? The lights—" "The suspect is attempting to divert attention," Yu Luoyan interrupted, her voice dropping to a velvety purr near Que Tang’s ear. "A classic tactic. But it won't work on me." Suddenly, a familiar, translucent screen flickered into existence in Que Tang's field of vision. [System Notification: Target’s 'Shame Level' has decreased significantly! 'Yuri Level' is rising rapidly!] [Current Intimacy Value: +15. Warning: The target is entering a 'Special Roleplay Mode'. Please cooperate to ensure mission success.] Little Mushroom, the system’s feline avatar, appeared on a nearby bookshelf, its tail twitching with feline amusement. *“Host, oh Host,”* it chirped inside her head, *“it seems you’ve raised a bit of a monster. Your ‘Saintly White Lotus’ has developed a taste for the handcuffs. How does it feel to be hoisted by your own petard?”* Que Tang ignored the cat, her focus entirely on the woman pinning her against the wall. Yu Luoyan’s eyes were dark, reflecting a side of her that had been forged in the fires of her previous life’s betrayal and tempered by Que Tang’s own unconventional 'cultivation.' "Are you going to cooperate, or do I need to take you down to the station for a more... private interrogation?" Yu Luoyan asked, her thumb tracing the line of Que Tang’s lower lip. Que Tang swallowed hard. The professional executive was gone, replaced by a woman trapped in a game of her own making. She realized then that in her quest to 'save' Yu Luoyan, she had unlocked a darkness—or perhaps a boldness—that she wasn't entirely prepared to handle. "I... I'll cooperate," Que Tang managed to whisper, her voice trembling slightly. Yu Luoyan’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with a triumphant light. "Good. I like a suspect who knows when they're beaten."