With My Ability To Swap, I Will Never End Up In A Love Triangle Mess - Chapter 82

“Go on, little Xi—fetch me some water~”

Liu Yiyi sprawled across the plush sofa in Liu Jiaying’s home, prodding Xia Xi’s thigh with her foot, her tone dripping with arrogance.

“Don’t push your luck!”

He was a manly man—how could he bow to the whims of some brat like Liu Yiyi? Serve her water? In her dreams!

“Oh? Then I wonder what kind of interesting photos might start circulating online tomorrow~”

Damn it.

Look at that smug, scheming face!

How had he not realized this little gremlin could’ve been snapping pictures while he’d been changing outfits for Liu Jiaying?

The thought of his cross-dressing photos spreading online—especially if Xia Yue, with her peculiar tastes, stumbled upon them—sent shivers down his spine.

“Big bro~ Guess what I just found?”

“Huh? Why does this person look just like you?”

“So this is your secret hobby? Teehee~ Don’t go rummaging through your dear little sister’s closet, okay? …Well, actually, go ahead! Use whatever you like~ Who says no to spoiling my beloved onii-chan? Ehe~”

Ugh. Just imagining it was terrifying.

No. Those photos could not leak.

With a glare sharp enough to flay skin, Xia Xi turned to Liu Yiyi.

“Y-You… what are you planning?!” Liu Yiyi stammered, shrinking back. “This is a society of laws! You can’t just— Fine! I’ll delete them, okay?!”

She was panicking. That murderous glint in his eyes was not normal.

Xia Xi didn’t respond. Instead, he wordlessly stood, walked to the coffee table, and reached for… the water pitcher beside the fruit knife.

“Here.“

He filled a glass and shoved it at her.

Liu Yiyi exhaled in relief.

For a second, she’d genuinely thought he was about to grab that knife and go to town. She’d already rehearsed a dozen apologies in her head—only for him to fold like cheap origami.

Blackmail truly is the ultimate weapon.

“Enough, you two. Dinner’s ready.”

Surprisingly, despite her wealth, Liu Jiaying knew her way around a kitchen.

The spread of home-style dishes on the table was proof—something Lin Xuening, the self-proclaimed “toxicologist,” would never master.

“It’s been ages since I’ve had your cooking, sis! Let’s see if you’ve gotten rusty~”

Liu Yiyi was the first to dig in, snagging a bite of tofu—only to spit it back into her bowl with a yelp. “Hot, hot, hot!“

“Dummy, drink some water. No one’s racing you.”

Unlike most trust-fund kids, Liu Jiaying had only taken seed money from her family when starting her business. Everything after? Pure hustle.

Her empire? A chain of niche stores—plushie boutiques, multi-IP merch shops, maid cafés—all steeped in otaku culture.

Her motto? “Anime fans’ wallets are the easiest to pry open.“

Of course, to get it, she’d binge-watched enough anime to drown in lore. Slowly, she’d grown to love it herself.

Why else would her walk-in closet be stuffed with cosplay outfits?

Liu Jiaying ate lightly, finishing first.

“I’m done. Going to shower—take your time.”

Technically, bathing right after a meal wasn’t healthy, but she loved the ritual: cooking up a sweat, soaking in the smoky aroma of food, then washing it all away. It felt like rebirth.

As the sound of running water filled the bathroom, Xia Xi stared at the fragrant dishes before him—and was abruptly reminded of a certain life mentor…

Sakuta: “Just listening to the shower can make me down three bowls of rice!”

So…

Why are we eating squatting outside the bathroom door?!

“Sorry, the bathroom’s kinda big. Since we can’t be more than ten meters apart, you’ll have to make do with stools here.”

That had been Liu Jiaying’s explanation.

Liu Yiyi didn’t mind—she was mostly full anyway. Sitting by the bathroom scrolling her phone? Whatever.

But Xia Xi? He ate slowly. He hadn’t even finished his second bowl before being dragged over.

The bathroom door was made of frosted glass, distorting but not hiding the silhouette inside. So here he was, crouched like a creep, rice bowl in hand, treating the muffled shower sounds as his “side dish.”

The worst part? He’d brought his bowl with him. The ten-meter rule meant he couldn’t even return it to the table.

Putting it on the floor? That’d just make him look like a puppy eyeing its food dish.

“Ew. Total pervert.”

Shut it!

This brat was begging for a lesson. Once this temporary mission ended, he’d personally teach her—by borrowing her body.

…..

Meanwhile…

“Miss, any plans for tomorrow? Should I book your return flight?”

The bodyguard stood by Luo Xinyu’s bedside, awaiting instructions.

He’d shadowed the young mistress all day. There’d been a brief moment where her mannerisms and speech had seemed off, but nothing major.

Probably just the heat getting to her.

“Tomorrow… let’s visit First High. There’s someone I’d like to see.”

Luo Xinyu traced a finger over the dossier in her hands—Xia Xi’s file—her expression tender.

The bodyguard was no fool. That look? He knew exactly who she meant. After all, the dossier had been handed to him by Luo Xingchen himself.

What’s so special about some web novelist?

“Shall I prepare a gift?”

“Mm. Pick something he’d like. Price doesn’t matter—just make sure it’s his taste.”

Just to be safe, she double-checked if he knew who they were visiting.

His answer? Spot on.

You didn’t get hired as a rich heiress’s personal guard without sharp instincts.

“Understood. Rest well, Miss.”

Exiting the room, he pulled out a walkie-talkie.

“Eagle Two, come in.”

“Copy.”

“Keep eyes on the young mistress. I’ve got an errand.”

“Roger.”

With that, the bodyguard—Liang Longchen—slipped into an unremarkable sedan and drove off into the night.