Luring Her to Take the Bait - Chapter 12

By the time Pei Wenjin reacted with hindsight, her heart nearly stopped.

It’s over, it’s over—she forgot to keep her distance from girls. She’s a married woman now; even with friends, she has to maintain boundaries. How could she let someone else wipe her mouth!!!

What if Susu thinks she’s flirting around and wants a divorce!

Pei Wenjin instantly dodged the hand at the corner of her mouth and stood up with a shua, her bare feet stepping onto the pristine white carpet. Her toes curled slightly as she pressed a hand over her frantically racing heart, standing there like a child who had made a mistake.

“Su, Susu, you’re here.”

Pei Wenjin forced out an even more well-behaved smile and tucked her hair behind her ear. Her legs beneath her denim shorts were as white as shells under the sunlight. She stepped into her puppy slippers and padded over with a small trot.

But Fu Su only glanced at them at the very beginning before lightly pulling her gaze away. Her face remained ripples-free, appearing as though she didn’t care about this matter at all.

But how could she not care? They were married.

Even if there was no love between them, they were married—married with the intent of a conclusion where they would never divorce.

How could she have no reaction at all?

Or rather, was Susu already planning to divorce her, so she wouldn’t even get angry over this…

Standing before her, Pei Wenjin’s heartbeat gradually slowed, and her limbs began to stiffen.

“Susu…”

Her voice was thin, carrying an imperceptible dampness. Her fingertips only dared to pinch a tiny bit of Fu Su’s sleeve, as if even if Fu Su pulled her arm away in the next second, she wouldn’t be too embarrassed and could still comfort herself that she hadn’t managed to catch her.

It had been a long time since Pei Wenjin felt this kind of helplessness. She had been pampered growing up; everyone around her knew she was delicate and would indulge her in non-principled issues, but she wasn’t an unreasonable person.

If she did something wrong, she would apologize. If there was something she wasn’t doing right, she would change if Susu pointed it out—just as long as divorce wasn’t used to solve the problem.

Just as Pei Wenjin’s thoughts grew more panicked and her eyelids trembled, becoming too heavy to lift, the fabric at her fingertips was suddenly pulled away. Her breath hitched, her heart soured, and a great wave of grievance surged forth. Tears uncontrollably slid from the corners of her eyes, only for her fingers to be wrapped in a cooler temperature in the next second, catching her emotions right at that moment.

“Not busy today?”

“Ah?” Pei Wenjin lifted a pair of misty eyes and sniffled. Fu Su lowered her gaze to watch her; at this moment, Pei Wenjin looked like a discarded puppy—eyes red, nose red, inciting pity.

Fu Su let out a soft sigh.

She knew Pei Wenjin had an optimistic personality, but through their ten-year acquaintance, it was enough to catch glimpses of her sensitive and delicate nature. She wasn’t actually as carefree and indifferent as she appeared on the surface; it was just that Pei Wenjin knew how to coax herself—eating a cake or watching a sunset could easily make her feel better.

Seeing her shedding tears without a word now, she couldn’t guess what Pei Wenjin was thinking.

Fu Su squeezed the fingertips that wanted to brush away her tears, looked up to scan the surroundings, and caught sight of the woman in the white dress not far away. She narrowed her eyes slightly, then pulled back her gaze and led Pei Wenjin toward the washroom, her tone gentler than ever before.

“Come here.”

Pei Wenjin lowered her head and followed her obediently, blinking incessantly and using her hair to shield her face as much as possible.

The moment the door closed, Pei Wenjin threw her arms around Fu Su’s neck, burying her head in her shoulder.

“Susu, Susu.”

She carried a soft, whimpering cry in her voice; her breath was burning and damp, scalding the skin through the fabric.

Fu Su’s lower back leaned against the washbasin. She lowered her eyelids and slowly let out a sigh, reaching out with restraint to rub the back of her head. “Why are you crying?”

“Don’t hate me.” Pei Wenjin held her neck a few degrees tighter. “I’ll keep my distance from them; this won’t happen again.”

Only then did Fu Su realize that Pei Wenjin was talking about the incident where someone else wiped her mouth.

Fu Su closed her eyes briefly and then slowly opened them. Her tone was somewhat calmer than before, her palm still resting on her head as she tucked in the corner of her mouth. “I know she is your friend. It’s fine; I won’t hate you.”

“No…”

Pei Wenjin lifted a tear-stained face, her messy stray hairs sticking to her skin. As soon as she spoke, her throat choked up painfully, and tears began to fall pa-ta pa-ta again.

No, Susu didn’t know.

Susu didn’t know that she wanted Susu to be jealous; she didn’t know that she wanted Susu to admit that she cared deeply about someone else wiping her wife’s mouth.

Pei Wenjin would care; she would care to death. No one else could touch her Susu. Susu was her wife; she was hers.

But she forgot that Susu wasn’t like her; she didn’t have that moral obsession.

Pei Wenjin’s face was covered in tears, her eyes bloodshot. She gazed expectantly at Fu Su’s snow-white face. With a blink, a teardrop rolled down from the corner of her eye again. She bit her lower lip and asked softly, “Why is it okay?”

Because Susu didn’t like her in the first place.

Because Susu just wanted someone for companionship.

Because Susu had never treated her as a lover.

“Because I trust you.”

Pei Wenjin froze. Suddenly, her heart felt like dying embers that had been abruptly stirred by a breeze.

She stared blankly into Fu Su’s obsidian pupils, where there seemed to be a flash of moisture.

Fu Su pursed her lips, turned her head to pull out a face towel, and gently pressed it against her face.

It seemed the person who made Pei Wenjin cry was herself.

The paper towel gently dabbed from the corner of the eye to the cheek, eventually reaching the corner of the mouth.

Pei Wenjin’s lips were naturally charming, but now they were bitten until teeth marks remained, the color a vivid red.

Fu Su’s gaze flickered, and the pressure she applied to the corner of the mouth unconsciously increased.

Trust that you will be loyal to this marriage.

Trust that you will only like and love one person in this life.

I don’t want to bind the life you are used to because of me.

How could she not care?

She cared to the point of death. She wished she could rub this patch of skin at the corner of the mouth until it broke, so a new layer of skin could grow.

But she couldn’t. This marriage was originally a gamble.

“Mm, it hurts…” Pei Wenjin shrank back a little. Fu Su snapped out of it and moved her hand away, only then realizing that the corner of her mouth had been rubbed red. “Sorry.”

“Are you okay?” Fu Su lightly touched it with her fingertip before dropping her hand. Pei Wenjin slowly let go of her arms, lowering her head to wipe her tears, her muffled nasal voice not yet dissipated. “Mm, Susu, just now… I’m sorry, I got your clothes dirty.”

“It’s fine.” Fu Su’s expression was indifferent. She glanced sideways, stood up straight, and moved away from the washbasin. “Clean yourself up.”

With Fu Su coaxing her, Pei Wenjin’s emotions came quickly and left just as fast; she was happy again.

When they came out of the washroom, a new group of people had arrived in the lounge—general managers in black suits, and a beautiful woman dressed simply yet with a formidable aura. She was accompanied by an assistant and was smiling as she looked at Pei Wenjin and Fu Su.

“Wenjin.” Gu Nianran stepped forward from the side. Her gentle eyes were filled with concern, her gaze lingering on her face. “Why are your eyes red? Did she…”

Gu Nianran looked at the cold-faced woman behind her with a complicated expression.

Pei Wenjin took a step back, shielding Fu Su behind her. The posture was protective. Gu Nianran was stunned for a moment. Pei Wenjin tilted her chin and said softly, “Ranran, I’m fine. My eyes just felt uncomfortable suddenly, so Susu took me to wash them. They’re better now.”

Gu Nianran’s eyes flickered. She saw that crimson patch at the corner of her mouth, which looked as if it had been sucked and kissed. Looking at the people in the room and remembering the photo of the back view in the group chat earlier, she had a rough idea of the situation even without Pei Wenjin saying anything.

Her eyes dimmed slightly before she managed a shallow smile. “I see. It’s good that you’re okay. I thought she was bullying you; she looks quite fierce.”

Fu Su glanced at Gu Nianran. Her coat hung over her arm, and she wore a crisp white shirt. She walked toward the sofa with a slender and noble poise.

“She didn’t!” Pei Wenjin looked at Gu Nianran earnestly and said firmly, “Susu wouldn’t bully me.”

Gu Nianran’s smile faltered, her expression becoming a bit strained. “…Alright, Wenjin, then I’ll head out first. I still have to find that little calico cat you sent over today; it should be on this floor.”

“Okay, I’ll go find you to play later. I haven’t petted a cat in days.”

By the time Pei Wenjin sat down beside Fu Su, the assistant was measuring Fu Su’s finger circumference. The long table was already covered with floor plans, and several gemstones and diamonds were neatly placed on soft trays. The diamonds emitted a brilliant, sparkling fire that was dazzling to the eye.

“How about it, Xiao Jin? Your sister is quite generous, right? These are all from my private collection. The ones you like—flashy and eye-catching enough.” Jiang Lai smiled like a poppy flower, leaning lazily against the back of the sofa as she turned to look at Pei Wenjin. “We have a deal, okay? Tell Lingchu to move my schedule forward.”

Pei Wenjin nodded like a chicken pecking rice, her eyes glued to that purple-toned red diamond—not the largest, but certainly the brightest.

How could a diamond grow to look so seductive? Its facets were flat and smooth, its lines sharp, revealing an alluring and mysterious purple within the extreme red, making one want to explore further.

Just like Fu Su.

Susu in red, wearing red…

“Any inspiration? If we decide on the diamond and design concept today, I can produce a draft within a day at the fastest. If there are no particularly complex revisions, it’ll be done in about three days.”

Jiang Lai lowered her head and tapped her pen twice on the white paper. She looked at the primly seated, aloof woman and smiled slightly. “Fu Su, do you want to pick one first? How about you both choose for each other?”

Fu Su looked at her. Jiang Lai looked down with a smile and toyed with her hair. “Choosing a diamond for each other is a very romantic thing. Different colors and different cuts can reflect the image of the other person in your heart.”

The air went silent for a moment. Pei Wenjin stole a glance at Fu Su. Seeing her clear face and fearing she might be put on the spot, she was about to say it didn’t matter when she saw Fu Su raise her hand. Her pale finger pointed to one of them. “This one.”

She chose an Australian white opal. Its colors were transparent and hazy, changing with the light as if it were God’s palette—possessing a magical, magnificent splendor.

“As for the design,” Fu Su looked at Pei Wenjin this time. Pei Wenjin met her gaze and blinked, her eyes still a bit red. Fu Su pursed her thin lips. “Plain band, K-white, Asscher cut.”

It was completely inconsistent with Pei Wenjin’s cheerful personality.

But it seemed that only this slight deviation from Pei Wenjin’s usual simplicity could find a trace of Fu Su’s shadow.

She had too many elements on her, so the ring should be simpler—not drawing attention, yet catching the eye.

Initially, Pei Wenjin thought Fu Su had just picked one at random to get it over with, but the requirements were too specific, so she began to wonder about her image in Fu Su’s heart.

She didn’t choose the purple-toned red diamond; instead, she chose a vivid fancy green-blue diamond for Fu Su—like the clearest sea in the Maldives, cold and noble, as unfathomable as the ocean floor.

Pei Wenjin was very straightforward; she gave Jiang Lai only one requirement: mysterious.

At seven in the evening, a light rain began to fall punctually. Outside was a murky gray. Not long after Jiang Lai and her assistant had left, Pei Wenjin, with her two legs exposed, curled up and huddled closer to Fu Su. The interior designer, Sister Chen, handed her a tablet. The screen showed the 3D model of the floor plan they had just selected, which could be rotated at will.

“President Pei, Miss Fu, the actual layout is almost identical to what’s on the tablet; it’s just a shell of a house. There’s a terrace and a small garden. You can adjust the color scheme of the entire house, build or tear down walls. Not only can it simulate the changes in sunlight distribution in the capital for sunny or cloudy days, but the system also has high-end home appliance brands imported, which can be placed as small icons with standard dimensions,” Sister Chen introduced from the side.

“Oh, that sounds quite fun. Sister Chen, please have a seat first. There are snacks on the table, feel free. I’ll study this for a bit.” Pei Wenjin’s voice was a bit soft. After watching a movie, eating snacks, and having a good cry, she was feeling a bit sleepy.

Pei Wenjin glanced at Fu Su. Her body softened, she wrapped an arm around her, and rested her head on Fu Su’s shoulder. She rubbed against her as if acting spoiled. Placing the tablet between them, she hooked her finger around Fu Su’s and then immediately let go. She smiled lazily and asked, “Susu, what do you want to put on the balcony?”

Fu Su turned her head to look at her eyes, which were shining like stars, and didn’t dodge her movement.

It was as if they were two people deeply in love, leaning against each other, full of expectations for their future home.

“How about we turn the balcony into a mini-bar!”

Pei Wenjin lifted her head excitedly, her eyes gazing at Fu Su with brilliance. “Put in two high stools, a few warm yellow ambient lights. When you come home from work, you mix the drinks, and I’ll drink them! Let’s move the bar into our house!”

Pei Wenjin leaned back onto her shoulder, her fingertips moving across the tablet as she swung her legs. She murmured softly, imagining the future: “We can look at the night view while drinking, blowing in the night breeze, lighting some incense—the exhaustion from a day of work will just vanish into thin air~”

Her body was warm. Outside, the damp rain and the scent of earth wafted in. The drumming sound of the raindrops gradually faded. Fu Su’s mood suddenly became very quiet at this moment. At this instant, the meaning of buying this house seemed to become unique.

“Let’s put a hanging chair.”

Fu Su lightly touched her finger. Her breath drew closer, pressing against her eyelashes. Pei Wenjin’s heart skipped a beat. She abruptly looked up, her lips grazing Fu Su’s chin ever so slightly.

Fu Su’s throat moved slightly, and she turned her head away a bit.

The balcony on the screen had become healing and cozy under Pei Wenjin’s hand. Fu Su placed a woven hanging chair, complete with a soft Cinnamoroll cushion, and surrounded it with hanging star and moon pendants and vibrant green plants.

Pei Wenjin quietly watched Fu Su’s profile. Those indifferent eyes held a hint of warmth, even a trace of affection. Her nose suddenly felt sharp, and her eyelashes grew wet.

She wanted to cry again; she was so emotional today.

She and Susu were going to have a home.