After I Transmigrated into the Novel, I made the Heroine Fall for Me - Chapter 26.1

The next morning, as soon as Gu Shengxiao turned on her phone, messages flooded in, freezing her device completely.

After a long wait, her usually calm expression cracked, revealing a murderous glare.

Taking a deep breath, she suppressed the urge to kick her assistant Xiao Lin into oblivion and carefully scrolled through the messages.

Every single one was asking why she needed finance textbooks and whether she required a private tutor.

Gu Shengxiao: “???”

She had just woken up, how did it feel like the entire world now knew she needed finance textbooks and possibly a tutor?

This made no sense.

The only person who knew about this was Xiao Lin. If she had told Yu Lu, then maybe one more person would’ve been in the loop.

Ding!

A message from Yu Lu popped up on her screen.

Yu Lu (Manager): Shengxiao, I’ve already asked Xiao Lin to bring you the finance textbooks. If you find them too difficult and need a tutor, just let me know, I have recommendations.

Gu Shengxiao lowered her gaze, her long lashes veiling her confusion as she typed back: “Why does it feel like the entire company knows about this?”

Yu Lu (Manager): Oh, that? Last night, Xiao Lin shouted about it in the company group chat at midnight. By morning, all thousand employees knew you were self-studying finance.

Gu Shengxiao: Is assault illegal?

Yu Lu (Manager): You’re a public figure, it might be even worse.

This wasn’t just about legality, it was about trending on social media and becoming a cautionary tale!

Reading between the lines, Gu Shengxiao sighed and rubbed her temples before replying: “Fine.”

Those two simple words radiated helplessness. She would never trust Xiao Lin again.

The girl seemed carefree, and apparently, she handled matters just as carefreely.

Gu Shengxiao wasn’t angry about anything else she just worried that if Fang Qingying heard about this, it might damage her image.

Yu Lu (Manager): There are too many books, so I’m sending them over with bodyguards. Are you at the hotel right now? Don’t forget the banquet tonight at 7, you have to attend.

Gu Shengxiao: I know.

Just after sending the message, a knock sounded at the door, followed by Xiao Lin’s voice.

“Xiaoxiao-jie, open up! I’ve brought your stuff!”

Xiao Lin’s voice was so loud it probably alerted everyone on the entire floor.

Massaging her aching heart, Gu Shengxiao reluctantly went to open the door. Her slender fingers, pale as jade under the light, turned the handle.

Outside stood Xiao Lin, arms piled high with books, while bodyguards behind her carried even more.

Yu Lu had prepared nearly every finance textbook she could need, complete with annotations and supplementary materials. The sheer volume was staggering.

Seeing Gu Shengxiao’s just-woken-up appearance, Xiao Lin looked horrified. She hurried inside, shutting the door behind her under the bodyguards’ bewildered stares.

The first thing she did was drop the books before pushing Gu Shengxiao toward the bathroom, chiding, “Xiaoxiao-jie, you’re a celebrity! How could you open the door in pajamas, looking like you just rolled out of bed? Don’t you care about your image?”

Xiao Lin was practically suffocating. Gu Shengxiao was naturally beautiful and could pull off a bare face that was fine, no problem. But she couldn’t possibly answer the door in her pajamas, could she? What if some unsavory rumors started circulating?

Gu Shengxiao wanted to argue, but she couldn’t find any flaws in Xiao Lin’s reasoning. It was true, she had just woken up and hadn’t even washed her face yet.

At that thought, Gu Shengxiao couldn’t help but shudder. This was the first time she had ever gotten out of bed to answer the door without freshening up first.

No, she couldn’t stand this version of herself.

Xiao Lin breathed a sigh of relief after ushering Gu Shengxiao into the bathroom. She turned and walked toward the entrance to retrieve the textbooks and materials from the bodyguard’s arms.

“Thanks, but no need to stay. Have a safe trip,” Xiao Lin said bluntly as she took the items from the bodyguard and unceremoniously dismissed him.

That evening at 6:30 PM.

Fang Qingying was forcibly seated in front of a stylist by Fang Qingyu.

“Please give her a suitable look for tonight’s banquet,” he instructed.

“No problem.”

The fashionable “Tony,” scissors in hand, gave Fang Qingyu a meaningful glance before turning to Fang Qingying and flashing an OK sign.

The banquet that System 888 had assigned Fang Qingying to attend was supposedly the male lead’s younger sister’s birthday party but in reality, it was a thinly veiled matchmaking event.

The author hadn’t written much about the male lead’s sister, only mentioning her in passing.

So Fang Qingying had little impression of this birthday banquet after all, in the original plot, the real Fang Qingying had already died by this point.

In the story, Fang Qingyu also attended the banquet, but for some unknown reason, he ended up with a tarnished reputation, accusations of coercion and the like.

The scandal was widely reported by the media and went viral online, causing Fang Corporation’s stocks to plummet and pushing the company to the brink of collapse.

The task System 888 assigned was to find the male lead and ask him one question:

“If someone died because of you, how would you feel?”

Fang Qingying wondered if 888 was trying to seek justice for the original host. Otherwise, why would it make her ask Yun Yifan such a thing?

In a grand banquet hall, getting a “private moment” with the male lead was nearly impossible especially when he was constantly surrounded by a crowd.

There was another task, one Fang Qingying felt was downright shameless.

The target of this shamelessness was Gu Shengxiao.

And that was precisely why Fang Qingying had agreed to it. She wasn’t the type to compromise her principles for some petty benefit dangled by 888.

When Fang Qingying and Fang Qingyu arrived at the Yun residence, only about half of the invited guests had shown up. Everyone was busy networking, expanding their circles of influence.

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