Can a Spoiled Crybaby Be a Villainous Cannon Fodder?

After transmigrating, Yun Rong was approached by the Villain System, which ordered her to follow the plot and bully and humiliate the tragic, beautiful, and powerful protagonist. Refuse, and she would die. Yun Rong tearfully agreed. Yun Rong was the most precious person in the cultivation world. Her father was the sect leader of the greatest sword sect, and her mother headed the cultivation world's most renowned crafting clan. She had been raised in luxury from childhood, but she was frail and sickly, and had no chance of cultivating immortality. Because of her illness, everyone doted on her. There was only one exception: the pitiful boy her father had brought back from the mortal world, abandoned by his family. Her father said the boy had excellent spiritual roots, and it would be a shame not to cultivate. He could also keep Yun Rong company. Yan Laichu was currently beautiful, tragic, and still weak, with a gloomy, cold personality. Before being brought to the cultivation world, he had been abandoned by his family from a young age and lived hand to mouth. He had even fought dogs for scraps of food, and everyone mocked and despised him. The first time she bullied Yan Laichu, Yun Rong nervously knocked away the medicinal soup he had made with ordinary mortal herbs. She kept rubbing the fingers reddened by the scalding bowl, and the pain made her voice sound tearful. "If I have to drink such bitter medicine, you have to drink something even more bitter than mine. The herbs from the mortal world aren't as bitter as the ones I have here. Go, go get some more herbs and brew them. It has to be more bitter than what I drink!" The second time she bullied Yan Laichu, Yun Rong deliberately punished him. After thinking for a long time, she came up with a punishment that wouldn't hurt too much. In a falsely haughty voice, she said, "They say you have to swing your sword a thousand times every day to train properly. Since you're learning swordsmanship from my father, you have to swing it a thousand times in front of me every day so I can check. You can't stop until I say so!" Just as Yun Rong was about to finish playing out the plot of bullying the villain, they stumbled into an immortal's secret realm and lost themselves in each other. Yan Laichu had already gained the strength of a tragic, beautiful, and powerful villain. Afraid he might slit her throat with one stroke of his sword, Yun Rong promptly ran away. Half a year later, in a small border town in the south. Yun Rong, now living under a new name, was about to marry into a clan as its young leader's wife. On the wedding day, scarlet blood splattered across her already-red wedding dress. The young clan leader was shot through the heart and collapsed in front of Yun Rong, eyes wide open. The young Sword Master, now the leading figure of the righteous path, stepped over the blood covering the ground and approached her one step at a time. Blood dripped from the long sword he never let out of his sight. Yan Laichu gripped Yun Rong's chin with his other, clean hand and looked down at her. Smiling slowly, with the tender murmur of a lover, he asked, "Miss, you'd rather marry a villain who covets you than spare me even a glance?" Later, candlelight flickered in the dim room. Gold chains wound around Yun Rong as she was pinned to the bed, her eyes red and damp, her voice hoarse as she wept pitifully. "Yan Laichu, I won't run away again. Can you let me rest for a little while first?" Yan Laichu gently wiped the tears rolling down Yun Rong's cheek with his fingertips, then stroked the wrist bound in gold chains. He neither agreed nor refused. "There's still a long road ahead. If you can't take it now, what will you do later?" Reader's guide: 1. The fiance is no good. 2. The heroine is a crybaby, a sweet and gentle girl, not a strong female lead. If that's not your thing, feel free to drop it without telling me. 3. I'm trying to write a bit of a forceful romance. Theme: Cherish the person in front of you