How should I survive in a different world as a reincarnated villain?

From a certain point of view, it's really interesting to play dumb, especially when you don't have to think about the consequences, it's really cool.

As soon as I thought that this would make my husband's impression on me even deeper and make it harder to forget, I scolded the heartless man even more vigorously, and it became louder and louder.

"A heartless man! A heartless man!!! You heartless man!!!"

Obviously, I can already feel the increasingly obvious anger of my husband, but I am not afraid at all, and I never stop talking.

Speaking of which, this is the first time I have cried so much.

Even when I learned about the accidental death of my parents before, because I was still young, I still couldn’t fully understand the meaning of the word death, and I couldn’t express my sadness at the first time. I just asked my surroundings over and over again. When will my parents come back, and what gifts did they bring me.

At first, the servants were unwilling to tell me the truth, and their words were very euphemistic, and they all played sloppy eyes on me. The acting skills are not superb, but I just can’t see through it, so that I finally learned about it from other people’s mouths. The fact that Mom and Dad will never come back.

This person is not Mr. Mr. who did not show up at that time. The person who told me this cruel reality is a young master of a branch of the family. He is two years older than me. He inherited his mother's talent for water magic, and he is still very valued in the family. .

That boy is not that bad, but he is usually spoiled by his family, and he doesn’t know who told me that his father can become the patriarch after my parents died, but he was pushed by the people around him, and when the news spread On the afternoon of the day I came, I couldn't wait to run up to me to show off.

He said, my parents will never come back.

He also said that they didn't want to come back because I was too bad to be the patriarch's child.

Thinking about it now, it was all nonsense that came from nowhere, mostly because I was jealous of me. Although I was born mediocre, I lived an incomparably happy life because of having a patriarch father. For me, this is definitely the most embarrassing thing to say.

Perhaps it was because the news had just come back, and I was not completely sure whether my parents were really dead. After I kicked that young master out regardless, not only did no one bother me, his parents led me that night. He came to me and apologized.

I didn't give them any good looks, but I couldn't think of any punishment to be given, and they said everything I added. Except for a concluding sentence of "I forgive you" at the end, I couldn't intervene at all at other times. This matter has passed in such a muddle.

After that, whenever I think of the young master's reluctance to be forced by his parents to apologize, I feel like laughing, but I still feel angry, so I have always avoided direct contact with him.

Facts have proved that this is not difficult, especially after the young master found out that I became the patriarch, he also started to avoid me, probably because he was afraid of my revenge. No matter what, his behavior saved me a lot of trouble. For the sake of the same surname, Cecil, I decided that as long as this person doesn't bother me any more, I will let the incident of that day disappear. You go your own way and I cross my single-plank bridge.

Because I thought of other things, my crying voice was much softer than before, and I was not so focused when I called the heartbreaker, but I gave the wrong signal to my husband.

"... Have you scolded enough?"

Hearing Mr.'s voice, I immediately came back to my senses and said without hesitation: "No!"

The gentleman made a gesture of please to me.

"Then you continue."

"...I'm tired, rest will be."

Being disturbed like this, I suddenly lost the mood to continue. Instead, my husband showed me a faint smile.

"Then you are resting, while listening to me say a few words?"

Shocked, I immediately covered my ears, closed my eyes and tried to cover my ears and steal the bell.

"Don't listen! I don't listen!"

But that didn't stop Mr.'s voice from entering my ears, strictly speaking, directly in my head.

"I never thought you'd feel this way about me."

I had already expected what my husband would say later, my heart sank, and I became more resistant to listening to what my husband said. The bad mood caused the next words to become unrestrained.

"If you don't listen to me, don't listen! Get out of my head! Get out!"

After I finished speaking, I regretted it, but obviously the water that was spilled could not be recovered, and neither could the words that were spoken.

I was so remorseful in my heart that I didn't dare to look at Mr.'s face anymore. I could only hang my head limply and cover my ears as if I didn't want to give in, as if I could block all the voices out by doing this. Same.

The sir's voice did disappear for a while, but after a while, I heard him sigh.

It didn't sound in my head, but it still surpassed all the noise and successfully penetrated into my ears.

My heart suddenly became cold, and the tears that had not faded for a long time began to flow up again.

I'm such a piece of shit.

The next second, I felt that there was an extra weight on top of my head that didn't belong to me, and my head sank again.

Mr. rubbed my head, "Can you tell me why you like me? I want to know very much."

The gentleman's voice was as gentle as usual, which made me feel a little unbelievable, but after a sneak peek, I found that the gentleman did not seem to be angry, but looked a little helpless.

It definitely gave me a level of confidence and the courage to say what came next.

"Why else." I said in a muffled voice, "Sir is so nice, why can't I like it?"

"Then tell me, what's wrong with me?"

I finally broke into a smile.

"Isn't that easy?"

I closed my eyes and began to recall the past with my husband carefully.

Mr. appeared on the second Sunday after I lost my parents. At this time, it was less than half a month before I was promoted to the position of head of the house.

At first, I didn't like this strange man who was said to be hired by the elders of the family to guide me to become a qualified head of the family, but remembering that my parents said to be a good boy, no matter whether they are at home or not, I didn't like it. Didn't drive him away too, and until now I'm glad I made the right decision.

And what made me gradually open my heart was not only the gentle voice and the appearance that is very easy to add points, but also because he knew what I really needed.

He is not like other people, who only persuade me to take a break when I am suffering from heavy schoolwork, or try to find novel gadgets or food to amuse me, but he will use very severe methods Supervising my studies may be incredible in the eyes of others, but I prefer to stay by Mr.'s side than those servants who only coax me.

It wasn't until I recovered the memory of my previous life that I vaguely understood the reason why I was so clingy to my husband back then, and it was still related to my parents.

Before I was four years old, like most children, I was spoiled by my parents, and because of family reasons, I could get almost everything I wanted. This has not changed after they left, thanks to my heartfelt old man. Butler, as soon as there is a new toy on the market, even before it is sold in the store, that toy will be put in front of me.

It's just that it was my father or mother who brought the toys to me before, and later it became the maid who took care of me.

Every time I see those toys, I think of my parents and their smiles when they teased me with toys. How can I not be sad?

But my husband is different. He never mentioned my parents in front of me, and his requirements for me are completely different from theirs. This makes it difficult for me to find the shadow of my parents in him.

Only when I devote myself to the book while studying with him, can I completely forget those things that make me sad.

It is useful to avoid shame, as long as it can support me to go on, I don't think there is anything wrong with it.

The attitude of the gentleman at this meeting is almost the level of "business as usual", but he has been entangled with me a lot, and sometimes I am too fascinated by reading and refuse to eat properly, so he has no choice but to accept the work of the maids.

It’s impossible to feed it directly. The husband and the maid are different. The latter will try to coax me to eat a little. Feeding is a common thing. If there is something I don’t like, I will tear it off and replace it with a new one. Sir...to tell the truth, he was a direct threat.

First, relying on the fact that he is an adult and I am a child, he picked me up and put me in front of the dining table, then took away all my books, and disappeared in front of me, and then told me that if I don’t eat well, I will never eat again. Don't even think about seeing those books, and don't even think about going into the library again.

This threat that was absolutely impossible to be useful in the eyes of the maids succeeded. I was afraid of nothing except that there would be no books to let me escape the emptiness that seemed to be abandoned by the whole world. Of course, I still couldn’t figure it out at that time. This point is just a subconscious fear. No matter what, the master's method succeeded, and because of this, he gained a lot of status among the maids, but the old housekeeper still looked at him very unhappy.

Let me think about it... When I realized that I liked Mr., it should be the first time I saw him smile.

"You look good when you smile, can you smile at me more in the future?" That's what I said to him.

Don't get me wrong, how old was I at that time? If I say I like it, it's a very ordinary kind. It's still far from the love between men and women.

Hearing my words, Mr. was taken aback for a moment, and then said hello to me with the smile I saw just now.

After that, I could often see Mr.'s smile. Although it was only a shallow arc, it managed to attract many young girls, even the older ones, so that jealousy happened. The fight incident forced the old butler to dismiss many maids who were not able to concentrate, and he didn't give him a good face for a long time.

Afterwards, I found out that my husband would only smile in front of me and treat everyone else with the same indifference, so there were always maids who liked to lean towards me during that time, even if they were not arranged to take care of me, they would use various excuses Find a way to meet by chance, just to meet Mr.

Then when did I realize that I was not satisfied with this level of liking?

Don't think about it, I remember this very clearly.

I will never forget that when I was 11 years old, the noble lady who I regarded as my best friend and sister personally delivered to my house in order to return the book I lent her, but fell in love with the husband standing behind me at first sight , and the scene of courtship on the spot.