The Destiny Villainess Wants Me To Work!-Chapter 67: Plans Going Astray!

He tore the note into neat strips and let them fall onto the table.

"What’s in it, Brother Du?" someone asked.

"Nothing," Du Wuchen replied calmly, picking up his chopsticks. "An old acquaintance asking for help."

"A favour?" Another frowned. "You’re locked up here. What help could you give?"

Du Wuchen chewed slowly, then swallowed.

"The target is also a prisoner," he said. "The new one."

"Recently, the only new inmate seems to be that one."

"Who?"

"The guy who got in for murder charges."

"Oh. That one. Do you know what he looks like?"

"I don’t see any fresh faces here."

"He’s not here?"

Seeing the group become confused. Du Wuchen said evenly. "Under the jailer’s orders, he is eating separately from us and is to be served the extra protein meal."

"...That pig feed?" One of them showed a look of horror and gulped.

"Yes," Du Wuchen nodded.

Someone laughed. "That disgusting stuff. Hahaha. Chen Rui isn’t here; he must have gone to deliver it, right?"

As if summoned by name, Chen Rui entered the hall.

"Hey—Chen Rui! Over here!"

Chen Rui froze mid-step.

Of all the people in this prison... why them?

Ignoring them wasn’t an option. His legs felt like lead as he walked over.

Du Wuchen and the others looked at him without speaking.

"You delivered food to the new inmate?" Du Wuchen asked.

"Y-Yes, sir."

"Relax," Du Wuchen said mildly. "Just answer."

"O-Okay."

"What’s his name? What kind of man is he?"

"Ye Chen." Chen Rui swallowed and recounted everything—Ye Chen’s behaviour, the questions he asked.

Du Wuchen nodded once and gestured for him to leave.

Chen Rui, who was dismissed, left as if escaping death.

"So?" someone asked eagerly. "Are we taking the job?"

"Why not?" another sneered. "Refusing meat delivered to your door is stupidity."

"Shut up," someone snapped. "Let Brother Du speak."

Du Wuchen finished the last bite and placed his chopsticks down. The faintest change occurred in his expression. Nothing explosive—yet everyone felt it.

Brother Du is serious.

"A man’s favour... is heavier than gold." Du Wuchen said slowly. His voice was calm, but it carried weight. "When I was arrested, someone ensured my wife and children could live in peace. My name was buried, and my sins stopped with me."

He looked up.

"That kindness wasn’t free. It wasn’t demanded to reciprocate either."

He paused.

"But I remember it. A debt of the heart is repaid with sincerity, not excuses."

His eyes gleamed faintly—dangerously.

"Now I can help my benefactor, and I must."

He stood.

"Observe Ye Chen. Let others provoke him. Make his days unbearable."

A thin smile curved his lips.

"We must end this task within a week."

"Yes, Brother Du!"

Their voices rang in unison.

***

While the conspiracy against Ye Chen was quietly moving forward, another thread of chaos was unfolding elsewhere. The woman responsible for the entire murder incident was currently busy cleaning up the mess left behind by Wang Cai’s sudden death.

Yes, Wang Cai is dead!

Nope. Not killed by her.

But by sudden cardiac arrest.

Originally, things were not supposed to go this way.

When she kidnapped Wang Cai, the plan had been simple and efficient. For instance, she would torture him a little to relieve the sadness in her heart. Then, pry open his mouth to get the list of people connected to him, responsible for swallowing her money.

Once she had those names, she would start her systematic revenge. Not a quick one, but patient and slow, until she was satisfied.

Everything went well at the beginning, pulling out all his nails and beating his face black and blue. She made sure his injuries wouldn’t be serious or life-threatening, but who knew? There were no errors on her side.

Instead, Wang Cai proved to be an unbearable disappointment.

So weak.

After those little beatings, she gave him a little speech to vent her frustrations and disappointment towards the capitalists.

That bastard couldn’t bear the truth, and his heart went offline.

It was so sudden that she had no chance to even try to save him.

At the time, she had just stood there staring at his corpse in stunned silence, fingers clenched, wondering if this was some elaborate joke.

"Are you made of paper?" she had muttered then, irritation burning hotter than any sense of guilt.

His fragility was infuriating.

Wang Cai’s sudden death didn’t just end his useless life—it ruined her entire plan. All the names he was supposed to cough up, all the dirty deals and hidden collaborators, vanished with him.

Besides, his death wasn’t satisfying. It was sloppy, anticlimactic, and deeply annoying.

That was why she couldn’t stop there.

If Wang Cai couldn’t speak anymore, then his traces would give her the answer she wanted.

Thus, she began her investigation.

She temporarily settled into one of Wang Cai’s villas, a place so extravagantly decorated that it felt less like a home and more like a high-end club. Especially those nude female statues.

Which expressed Wang Cai’s deranged nature perfectly.

She noticed that the paint on the sensitive parts of the statues had faded. For which she had snorted in disgust. "Forget humans, he molested even the statues."

"Too bad, he got an easy death."

The security systems were impressive, but that was all. It was cracked by her easily.

Within the first day, she noticed something interesting.

She wasn’t the only one digging into Wang Cai’s past.

Someone else was moving quietly through his network, pulling records, checking associates, following financial trails. Their methods were cautious, procedural, and painfully orthodox.

It only took her about ten minutes to identify them.

Jiangnan Police.

Their approach was textbook: legal warrants, structured data pulls, indirect pressure on known associates. Clean, slow, and inefficient. Blah. Blah. Blah~

"They must have traced the connection between Wang Cai and He Xiong," she thought, fingers tapping lightly against her laptop. "But how far did they get?"

Had they discovered their deeper identity hidden beneath the surface? Or were they merely circling, sniffing at shadows without understanding what they were looking at?

If they had come to her properly, she wouldn’t have minded selling what she knew.