Reborn As A Doomsday Villainess-Chapter 170

Zhang Yi flinched.

"You think tears earn trust? That your pain justifies every selfish move that follows?" Her voice was calm, but sharp enough to cut flesh. "You keep trying to paint yourself as human, but you’re not asking for understanding. You’re asking for a place to hide."

She crouched in front of him.

Their faces inches apart.

"I don’t care how many tears you cry," she said coldly. "I only care that you didn’t ask. You thought pity would open the door. But you picked the lock."

"I—"

"I see you, Zhang Yi," she murmured. "I see what you are. And if you ever want a place here, you’ll earn it. Not by crying. Not by spinning stories.

But by proving you can follow rules and carry your own weight without trying to weasel more than what’s given."

Zhang Yi’s lower lip trembled.

"Now get up," Qingran said. "And get out of my sight."

He wiped his face with shaking hands, dragging himself upright, still swallowing sobs.

But he didn’t protest again.

He picked up his bag, staggered out of the room, and stumbled down the hallway.

Meng Nian watched him go, arms folded.

"Think he meant any of that?" he asked.

Qingran didn’t answer immediately.

She glanced down at the rumpled sheets, then walked to the open door.

"Who cares...."

She slammed the door shut, Meng Nian didn’t say anything...he knew she wasn’t in the best mood so it would be best to keep quiet.

Least he said something that upset her.

"Get someone to clean that room later. And gather everyone to the lobby. It’s time to implement new rules."

She didn’t wait for confirmation before walking away.

Her boots were sharp against the tile, and her back was straight as a blade. The air seemed colder as she passed.

By the time everyone had gathered in the lobby, the space buzzed with low chatter.

Most of them were still in sleepwear or mismatched layers, and all of them wore uncertain expressions.

They knew something had happened, because Qingran didn’t call group meetings unless it was serious.

She waited until the last straggler arrived, and then she stepped forward.

Her arms were crossed, and her gaze swept over the thirty-nine survivors under her roof.

When the last voice died down, she spoke.

"Not long ago," she said coolly, "someone broke into a room that wasn’t theirs."

Several people glanced around nervously, unsure of where this was going.

"I don’t care what justification they had. There are no second warnings here. This building runs on structure, and if you break it, you break your own chance at survival."

Her voice carried effortlessly through the space. It was measured, clear, and unmistakably firm.

"From this point on," she continued, "no one moves floors without my permission. Rooms are final. Food and water are scheduled. You don’t trade, and you don’t steal, and you don’t pity."

No one dared interrupt her.

"This is not a democracy," she said. "You’re here because I let you be, and that privilege can be taken. I won’t ask twice. I won’t explain again. And I don’t care if you cry."

A young man in the back swallowed hard, and someone shifted uncomfortably.

"If you’ve got someone weak in your room, help them," she added, her voice hard. "But don’t cover for anyone who breaks the rules. That includes letting strangers in. From now on, no one else gets in. We’re full. One more survivor, and then that’s it."

She paused just long enough to let it sink in.

"Anyone found violating these rules will be removed from the building. Whether they survive out there is no longer my concern."

The silence thickened. Her meaning was clear, no mercy, and no negotiation.

Qingran’s eyes met Rina’s.

"I’m letting you off because this is your first offense. Let anyone in again without my permission and I can assure you, your days here in this hotel would be over. That’s all for now."

The tension in the lobby was high, Rina bowed her head when she felt the countless stares on her.

Her eyes watered but she quickly wiped them. "Miss Qingran, I’m sorry...but you didn’t say we couldn’t open the door for anyone, you just added it to the rules. I’m human and when I hear someone desperately begging for help...I’m forced to move. You’re the boss, you saved all our lives...I get that..."

"..."

"Enough..Its so easy to open the door when you haven’t experienced how hellish outside these doors are. There are people who want this place as their own, one wrong move and you could find yourself outside or maybe dead. So forgive me, if I’m not a saint like you."

The silence afterward was suffocating.

Rina’s lips parted like she wanted to defend herself—but no words came. Her eyes burned, and though she blinked quickly, the sting didn’t leave. Dozens of eyes had turned her way. Some were sympathetic. Most were not.

She bowed her head, clenching her fists at her sides.

Qingran didn’t linger to watch the shame settle. She turned and walked away, her steps crisp and echoing off the marble.

The room stayed silent until the soft ding of the elevator signaled her exit.

Only then did people shift, a few glancing at Rina, a few pretending not to. But no one said a word. Not to her or about her.

Meng Nian gave it another beat before stepping forward. "You heard her. Rules are rules now. If you need clarification, ask. If not, then go back to your rooms."

The silence didn’t last long.

As people trickled back to their rooms in groups of twos and threes, low murmurs began to spread like smoke through dry grass. Words whispered too softly to be clearly heard drifted across the hallways, carried on tension and barely-suppressed emotion.

"She was too harsh..."

"No, she was right. You can’t risk the whole group for one sob story."

"I get rules, but she talks like she’s above all of us..."

"She saved us. If you think you can do better, go survive out there alone."

"She did warn her. You heard what she said. There are no second chances next time."

In one corridor, a woman folded her arms tightly across her chest, glancing at her roommate. "I don’t like it. Today it’s no helping strangers. What is it tomorrow? No speaking unless spoken to?"

"Well, she’s not wrong."

"I get wanting to help, but Qingran’s the one keeping us alive."

"She’s not a dictator."

"She’s not your mother, either."

The lobby trembled with words just above whispers, a tension that curled into the air like smoke, impossible to contain. Nobody dared speak too loudly.

But the lines were forming.

"She could’ve been gentler. Rina’s not a threat."

"She let a stranger in. That is a threat."

"It’s just one man."

"It only takes one."

Rina’s shoulders curled inward as she stood there, small under the weight of everyone’s stares. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the hem of her sleeve. She didn’t cry. Not in front of them. But her eyes shimmered, and she blinked hard.

Someone from behind reached out gently, just brushing her shoulder in silent solidarity.

People were choosing sides, quietly, almost reflexively. Not with banners or arguments — just glances, silences, where they lingered and who they stood beside.

Rina remained in place, frozen like a statue while the air thickened with judgment. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

And up the stairwell, alone in the quiet, Qingran exhaled as she reached the next floor. She didn’t pause. She didn’t look back. But her jaw was tight, and her fingers trembled slightly at her side.

She’d done what needed to be done.

So why did it feel like something in her had cracked?

"Humans are trash. Give them a inch and they’ll taken an inch.."

she hissed under her breath, the words harsh in the hush of the empty hallway.

Lingquan’s voice stirred in her mind, quiet but present. [You’re angry?]

"I’m tired." Qingran pressed her palm flat against the wall beside her. The cool surface didn’t soothe the heat simmering beneath her skin. "Tired of people mistaking mercy for permission."

[You gave them structure. Not all of them will thank you for it.]

"I didn’t ask for thanks." Her jaw clenched. "I asked them to survive. To follow the rules so I don’t have to carry their corpses out one by one."

[Well. You’re the villainess..why care? You just can’t help yourself when it comes to save people. Even the ungrateful ones.]

"...."

"Who asked me to rescue 47 people? There are still many people because of you."

[".."]

[Now you have 47 people to help you build a dam..]

"Very well. I won’t argue with you."

[You shouldn’t. I’m always right.]

Qingran chuckled as she stepped out of the elevator. She was going to move down to the 30th floor, she needed her own space to plan, she was yet to draw the plans for the dam or check on the patient with the bite.

It would be best to map out all her plans, if she was done here she was planning on heading to the second zone. She didn’t want to many people with her, only Meng Nian, Bai Shiyue and Feng Yuxi. She would create a medium and a place for them to fend for themselves.