Luring Her to Take the Bait - Chapter 4

Fu Su had once asked her.

She asked why she wanted to fall in love and get married so badly.

Was it because she craved love?

Fu Su knew clearly that it wasn’t.

The love she possessed was so abundant it overflowed from her body; her entire being was enveloped in a soft, warm, and moist radiance—an aura that shone from the inside out. She had such a pampered, light, and free soul.

Moreover, she was an expert at finding love.

That was why Pei Wenjin stood so boldly and openly in this old-fashioned, retro coffee shop, dressed like a flower butterfly in saturated orange and crisp tender green. A string of orange and green clashing beads was wrapped around her pink-white neck.

She stood by a small round table near the window, facing two people. Her curly hair was styled in twin braids, looking both obedient and playful. Sunlight poured in from the window, dusting her fair cheeks in gold, making her look like a soft muffin drizzled with frosting and maple syrup.

She shouted with total dominance:

“Sister Su, you can’t go on a blind date!”

She seemed to have no concept of reserve. Then again, in her life’s playground, the word “reserve” had never existed.

Fu Su was curious about what this so-called “responsibility” she spoke of actually looked like. What kind of love did a little princess who lacked nothing actually want?

And as for the love she pursued—how long would its shelf life be?

Fu Su suddenly felt a pang of regret. Why had she played this game of “hard to get,” placing herself in such an unstable position when the possibility between them was nearly zero?

Her heart felt a slight scratch, a stinging pain. Fu Su’s eyes darkened slightly, and the curve of her lips was shallow and thin—cool, not quite a smile.

This was the first time Pei Wenjin had seen Fu Su’s entire face in natural light.

Her heart throbbed wildly.

She was all too familiar with that cold white skin and those raven-black eyes. Her gaze swept over them and impatiently moved down to the high bridge of her nose, her pale pink lips, and her fair, rounded chin.

Pei Wenjin suddenly made a swallowing motion, her eyes fixed.

Fu Su had a labial tubercle—a “lip pearl”—on her lip.

Her thin upper lip made this subtle pearl even more prominent. It looked incredibly sexy and kissable; even the way Fu Su pursed her lips right now felt like she was kissing herself.

It made one want to suck and taste.

Thinking this, Pei Wenjin’s face flushed. A cold draft swept past the back of her ears, bringing up a layer of goosebumps.

Such a cold person possessed such a soft-looking mouth.

So beautiful. I want to lean in and smell the fragrance on her face.

If Pei Wenjin had a tail, it would be wagging by now.

Fu Su raised a slender wrist to brush aside a stray hair. She lifted her eyelids, maintaining the high-cold demeanor Pei Wenjin knew well.

“Pei Wenjin?”

Her voice was smoky with a fine graininess to it, like walking through a narrow alleyway—it had a grounded, calm, and steady narrative quality.

Being watched, Pei Wenjin instinctively stood up straight and stood on her tiptoes. Her skirt swayed as she gave a very obedient smile, her eyes curving into crescents, her pupils bright: “Sister Su.”

Ye Zhen had never seen her look so well-behaved. She looked a few more times before her gaze settled back on Fu Su, thinking to herself: So, President Pei likes this type.

She leaned close to Pei Wenjin’s ear and whispered, “I’ll wait for you over there. I’ve already contacted the hospital to pull your physical examination report and health certificate; I’m going to print them now… Want some hazelnut cake?”

Pei Wenjin gave Ye Zhen a thumbs-up, the smile in her eyes unmistakable. She whispered back in an intimate tone, “Yes!”

Ye Zhen gave a faint smile and went to the front desk to order.

Fu Su narrowed her eyes slightly, watching the woman’s efficient and capable retreating figure. She withdrew her gaze, letting it fall on the retro rose pattern of the tray, while her hands, resting on her lap, pinched her thumbs.

Pei Wenjin asked brightly, “Can I sit here?”

Before Fu Su could respond, a voice as graceful as drifting clouds rang out, poised and generous.

“Have a seat, Little President Pei.”

In the next second, Pei Wenjin—utterly familiar—squeezed past the back of Fu Su’s chair and sat in the window seat. Bright-eyed and with teeth like pearls, she smiled enthusiastically at the woman opposite her, her voice sweet: “Thank you! My name is Pei Wenjin. How should I address you, sister?”

Fu Su’s eyelids lifted coldly. She looked at the woman with the graceful smile across the table. The other woman didn’t meet her gaze; instead, she turned her wrist to prop up her chin, her breath carrying an ancient charm: “My name is Bo Qingyu. You can call me Qingyu.”

“Qingyu? Which characters?”

At that moment, the thought flashed through Pei Wenjin’s mind: Boqing (Fickle)? How can such a gentle sister be named Fickle?

After asking, she couldn’t help but lower her head, rubbing her nose and curling her lips in a hidden, joyful smile.

Bo Qingyu glanced gloomily at Fu Su, who remained as calm as a light breeze. Bo Qingyu tapped her fingers silently on the table twice; Fu Su nodded, and Bo Qingyu smiled radiantly.

“The ‘Qing’ of sunny days, the ‘Yu’ of rain.”

Pei Wenjin missed the exchange of looks and gestures between the two. Hearing Bo Qingyu break down the characters, she raised her head, her smile unabated and her dimples showing.

“So it’s those two characters. It sounds lovely and suits you well. You are so beautiful.”

She was not stingy with her praise, and Bo Qingyu was not modest either, accepting it openly. “Thank you. You are very beautiful too.”

With just that one sentence, Pei Wenjin immediately felt a surge of goodwill toward her. She liked beautiful sisters who were generous and confident.

Immediately, she pulled out her phone, displayed her WeChat QR code, and pushed it in front of her. She leaned forward, her chest pressing against the edge of the table, her body swaying slightly. “Just call me Wenjin. Let’s add each other and hang out later~”

“Sure.”

As Bo Qingyu turned to get her phone from her bag, she suddenly felt the tip of her shoe being kicked. She paused. When she looked across the table, Fu Su looked cold and natural, reaching for her coffee cup, though the glance she swept over looked suspiciously like a dagger.

What a closet pervert.

Bo Qingyu laughed at her inwardly. Her brow twitched imperceptibly as she calmly took out her phone, scanned the code, and added the friend.

She kicked Fu Su back.

Once the WeChat was added, she said with a smile under Fu Su’s freezing gaze, “Does Wenjin know Miss Fu? You said just now…”

Ah, only then did Pei Wenjin remember the purpose of her trip.

She glanced at Fu Su and nodded. “Yes, Sister Su and I have known each other for many years.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Bo Qingyu glanced at the expressionless Fu Su and then sighed. “In that case, Wenjin, your patience must be quite good. I couldn’t do it. I can’t stand her dull and cold personality; she hardly says a few words. So what if she’s excellent? I’m not bad either.”

“We were on a blind date, after all. We chatted for a bit and found…” She paused, half-cupping her palm over her mouth to share a “secret” with Pei Wenjin. “It’s not really working. I think she’s quite boring, and her requirements are very high.”

“You have no idea, she just told me…”

The two of them began “whispering” right in front of the subject of their conversation, as if she wasn’t even there—completely blatant and bold.

Fu Su sat with her arms crossed, her face cold as fresh snow. She sat quietly listening, as if none of it concerned her.

Toward the end of the discussion, Bo Qingyu winked at her, her voice dropping lower again. “You said earlier that you wouldn’t let Miss Fu go on a blind date. Does that mean…”

After a brief silence, her tone took on a hint of ambiguity.

“You… like her?”

Like her?

Pei Wenjin was suddenly stunned. Looking into Bo Qingyu’s teasing, bright eyes, her CPU fried with a boom, and her face instantly turned beet red.

She sounded like a kitten being poked: “I do NOT like her!”

Bo Qingyu looked at Fu Su with a gentle yet crafty gaze, the meaning in her eyes unclear.

Fu Su tilted her chin up slightly, barely tucking in the corner of her mouth, her tone cold: “Since it’s not a good match, there is no need for us to discuss further.”

“Thank you for coming to the appointment today, Miss Bo.”

So pretentious.

Bo Qingyu silently mocked her in her heart. Then, she picked up her shoulder bag and stood up. She raised her forearm and curled her fingers inward in a wave, smiling as she greeted Pei Wenjin. “I have something to do later, so I’ll head out first. Wenjin, let’s keep in touch on the phone. Let’s hang out next time.”

“Then, Miss Fu, goodbye.”

She had only walked a few steps when her phone vibrated in her palm.

Bo Qingyu tapped it open and smiled, her eyes curving.

Su: [Forget that “Sister” part.] Su: [Also, adding her on WeChat was not part of the plan.]

Bo Qingyu ignored those two lines and instead replied:

[Wen was right, Little President Pei is indeed quite sweet.] [Su, you owe me two meals. Your Little Princess laughed at my name for being fickle.]

Actually, she also felt that the combination of her name focused too much on the “Thin/Fickle” aspect of the surname, which was why she had caught onto what Pei Wenjin was giggling about so quickly.

Therefore, in her social circles, she usually only went by her English name, Serein.

After Bo Qingyu left, the atmosphere turned cold almost instantly. Pei Wenjin bit the inside of her lip, not knowing what to say. She sat upright. The bitter aroma of the coffee drifted into her nose. Pei Wenjin stole a quick glance at the coffee in front of Fu Su; it was still half-full.

The blind date was over—was she going to finish the coffee before leaving?

Fu Su didn’t speak. Pei Wenjin opened her mouth, but didn’t know where to start.

Fortunately, a moment later, a waiter brought over a slice of hazelnut cake.

The hazelnut cake helped soothe her nervous emotions, and her vocal cords loosened like a stretched rubber band. Pei Wenjin took a bite of the cake and asked in a familiar tone, turning her head: “Why did Sister Su go on a blind date?”

Fu Su was slightly startled. She turned her head; Pei Wenjin’s eyes were very bright.

“I’ve reached the age where I want to find someone for companionship. I don’t have the energy to date, so I figured a blind date was easier. If it’s a good match, we’ll go abroad to get married.” She turned her head away and took a sip of her coffee.

“Oh,” Pei Wenjin responded softly. Taking another bite of cake, she remembered Bo Qingyu saying Fu Su’s requirements were very high.

Loves cleanliness, very quiet, knows how to cook, regular routine, no bad habits, punctual.

Actually, the requirements were quite ordinary, but in this day and age, how many young people had a “regular routine”? Who wanted to live the life of an elderly person while they were still young? Nightlife was so wonderful.

Even when she worked overtime until midnight and was exhausted to death, she still had to play games for a while before going to sleep.

Fu Su didn’t say anything else.

However, the more composed she remained, the more obvious Pei Wenjin’s fidgeting became.

She bit her silver fork, knitting her delicate brows, a battle raging in her mind.

Fu Su wanted to find a companion, and the blind date was a woman, which meant she also liked girls. Didn’t that completely open up the blocked path?

As long as she proposed that she also wanted to get married, they would be in perfect agreement. They could talk about it; the probability of success might actually be quite high.

But Fu Su’s requirements were too high. she didn’t meet a single one.

She didn’t like tidying up (her room was a mess), she wasn’t quiet (she loved running around the house), she couldn’t cook (she only liked eating), she loved staying up late, she liked a small drink every day, she was forgetful, and she procrastinated.

If she didn’t fit the criteria, would Su-Su agree to marry her?

But just looking at Fu Su’s sharp, cold, and striking face was enough to make her head spin. Her mind was filled with the word “Marriage.”

Fu Su was beautiful, Fu Su wanted to get married, and she had kissed Fu Su—she should take responsibility.

Great. The logical chain was perfectly complete. Regardless of everything, go for it first!

She glanced sideways. Fu Su’s expression was calm and cold, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

In reality, Fu Su was faking it. She was dying of anxiety. Her palms were damp, and she silently rubbed them against her trousers.

As the coffee reached the bottom of the cup, the air became increasingly restless. At that moment, Pei Wenjin’s soft, sweet voice rang out:

“Then… Sister Su, do you think I’m a good match?”

Fu Su’s eyes flickered.

The fish had taken the bait.