After I Transmigrated into the Novel, I made the Heroine Fall for Me - Chapter 72

“Countryside Bliss.”

In the duplex bungalow, Fang Qingying slumped onto the sofa with shopping bags in hand, sighing exhaustedly, “I can’t do it anymore, I really can’t. I don’t have an ounce of strength left in me.”

Her eyelashes drooped slightly, faint shadows beneath them betraying her weariness.

Casually placing the shopping bags on the marble tabletop, she hugged a sofa cushion and rolled over, pressing her back against the sofa before finally settling down.

“Did we buy a bit too much?” she frowned slightly, eyeing the pile of shopping bags on the table, belatedly realizing the extent of their haul. Over a dozen outfits when would she ever wear them all?

“Not at all,” Gu Shengxuan replied, setting her own shopping bags on the floor before sitting beside Fang Qingying.

With slender fingers, she gently brushed away the stray strands of hair from Fang Qingying’s cheeks, tucking them behind her ear. The inadvertent brush of her fingertips against Fang Qingying’s earlobe sent a soft, tingling sensation through Gu Shengxuan, darkening her gaze as her long lashes lowered to veil her inscrutable expression.

They were dressed in matching knee-length skirts with opposite color schemes, adorned with floral patterns. On the shoulders of each dress was a small girl reaching outward, a pair designed to complement each other when they stood side by side.

They had bought numerous matching outfits and even had several custom-made, as if money grew on trees, without a hint of hesitation.

After an entire afternoon of shopping, they might have continued if not for the setting sun.

“Ah, Xiaoxiao, I heard there’s a night market here? I want to go!” Fang Qingying lay with her head on Gu Shengxuan’s lap, hugging a cushion as she grinned mischievously. “Let’s go out again later, okay? I promise I won’t buy anything unnecessary!”

To emphasize her point, she raised one hand in a mock vow, as if to lend credibility to her words.

“Aren’t your legs sore?” Gu Shengxuan grasped her hand, her gaze drifting from Fang Qingying’s fingers down to her legs.

Fang Qingying’s fair, slender legs were slightly bent, her dainty toes as pretty as pearls, impossible to look away from.

Gu Shengxuan leaned in, placing her palm gently on Fang Qingying’s calf, applying just the right amount of pressure to soothe the muscles.

Fang Qingying wasn’t used to walking so much, especially in heels. By the end of the afternoon, her calves were trembling. Without proper care, they’d surely ache the next day.

Gu Shengxuan focused intently on massaging Fang Qingying’s legs, though the position was slightly awkward. Still, it was manageable.

After just a short while, Fang Qingying could already feel the difference. The soreness and swelling in her calves began to ease, replaced by a comforting sense of relief.

She let out contented hums, even contemplating shifting her other leg into Gu Shengxuan’s hands for the same treatment.

But something felt off.

Fang Qingying opened her eyes, her gaze flickering as she propped herself up using Gu Shengxuan’s shoulders.

Then, under Gu Shengxuan’s puzzled expression, she lifted her legs and draped them directly over Gu Shengxuan’s lap.

Wiggling her toes, she demanded, “Help me!”

The sight was undeniably endearing.

“How about you help me in return later?”

Gu Shengxuan arched a brow, her hands resting on Fang Qingying’s legs as she began kneading them slowly, making a small request of her own.

“Of course~”

Fang Qingying agreed without hesitation.

“But you have to teach me how to do it.”

She added this sentence weakly from behind.

Fang Qingying blushed, looking at Gu Shengxiao with a lack of confidence.

“Alright, I’ll teach you,” Gu Shengxiao curved her eyes and nodded gently.

Her movements were tender, yet the sensation of contact was unforgettable.

Fang Qingying covered her lips, shooting a coquettish glare at Gu Shengxiao, the corners of her eyes tinged with a faint red. A mist of moisture welled up in her eyes, as if the pleasure was almost too much.

She could feel the other’s fingers gliding over her legs, easing her fatigue.

After massaging for a while, Gu Shengxiao got up from the sofa and carried the half-asleep Fang Qingying in her arms toward the bedroom.

Having two rooms didn’t mean they would sleep apart.

Gu Shengxiao laid her on the bed, her fingertips pressing against the zipper on Fang Qingying’s back. Fang Qingying slightly raised herself, wrapping her arms around Gu Shengxiao’s neck, instinctively leaning in.

Their lips met, causing someone’s breath to hitch.

Fingers grasped the zipper, pulling it down like peeling away the protective layer of green leaves from a flower, allowing it to bloom sooner.

“Be good, no rush.”

Gu Shengxiao soothingly ruffled her hair, guiding her with utmost patience.

In the midst of their passion, a sudden ringtone blared loudly.

Gu Shengxiao: “!!!”

What the hell?

Which bastard was calling?

Fang Qingying frowned, pushing the other away and pulling the blanket over herself, muttering, “So noisy, sleep.”

Gu Shengxiao, now both rejected and shoved aside, instantly darkened in expression.

Ah, anyone would be in a foul mood under such circumstances.

She sat up straight, casually threw on a robe, and walked to the living room. On the table, her phone glowed faintly in the dim light.

Her slender fingers grasped the dark device, the harsh light momentarily blinding her, but the phone’s auto-adjust quickly set a comfortable brightness.

Glancing at the caller ID, a vein throbbed on Gu Shengxiao’s forehead.

‘Little Yunzi.’

Rubbing her temples, she debated answering, but the incessant ringing would disturb Fang Qingying’s sleep.

At the last moment before the call would disconnect, Gu Shengxiao swiped to answer.

Silence hung heavy as both sides remained quiet.

Gu Shengxiao spoke impatiently, “You better have something serious, or you won’t see tomorrow’s sunrise.”

Still no sound from the other end, as if surprised the call was picked up.

“I’ll count to three. If you have nothing to say, you’re dead.”

“One.”

Gu Shengxiao was immediately interrupted.

“Didn’t you say count to three? Where are two and three?”

Why skip them?

“Get to the point,” Gu Shengxiao repeated through gritted teeth, resisting the urge to hang up.

“Oh, sis, I actually called to tell you something. There’s good news and bad news which do you want first?”

Yun Yifan’s cheeky voice came through the phone, grating on Gu Shengxiao’s nerves.

“Funny, I have some bad news too. If someone keeps beating around the bush, they’re dead when they get home.”

“Huh?”

“Fine, fine, I’ll talk!”

Yun Yifan on the other end clearly heard the threat and immediately caved.

“About the matter you asked me to look into earlier, sis, I’ve got some news. But that girl named Beibei has been dead for a long time. If she were alive now, she’d probably be in her thirties or forties.”

“So how did you know about this name, sis? What connection could there be with a girl who died over twenty years ago?”

Yun Yifan looked at the information in his hands. There were many people named Beibei in H City, but only one matched Gu Shengxuan’s criteria.

“I’ve seen that girl before,” Gu Shengxuan said, glancing toward the room, her tone pausing slightly. “I saw her by Fang Qingying’s side.”

A little girl with twin braids, fond of wearing frilly dresses and clutching a rabbit plushie.

She had seen her as a child, next to another ‘Fang Qingying,’ and she suspected that ‘Fang Qingying’ obeyed her.

Attitudes reveal everything.

The way that little girl looked at ‘Fang Qingying’ was as if she were looking at a mere tool.

But after spending so much time with Fang Qingying, she had seen her talk to herself, yet she never saw Beibei around.

That was what made her suspicious.

“Sis, could you not make this sound so creepy? I’m kinda scared.”

“Tch, why is a tall guy like you so timid? Don’t tell me you’d just scream if you stepped into a haunted house?”

“Sis, I never go into haunted houses. Not even if you beat me to death.”

Yun Yifan declared firmly haunted houses were absolutely out of the question.

“Send me the files, then scram and go to sleep. Don’t overthink it.” Gu Shengxuan sat on the sofa, withdrawing her gaze as she gave the order.

“Got it, sis. Goodnight.” Yun Yifan couldn’t wait to hand the files over to Gu Shengxuan so he could go to bed.

He had an important ‘date’ to attend to the next day, after all.

Yun Yifan worked quickly. The call had barely ended when Gu Shengxuan’s phone buzzed with a flood of emails.

The details of the girl named ‘Beibei’ unfolded before her eyes, including all the photos, confirming to Gu Shengxuan that it was indeed her.

She rubbed her temples. Had she really been mistaken about the person she saw back then?

Dead for over twenty years, just an eight-year-old child taken by a car accident.

As she stared at the words ‘car accident,’ her mind suddenly blurred, fragments flashing before her.

The sound of crying, the wail of an ambulance.

And someone lying in a pool of blood.

Gu Shengxuan sat frozen on the sofa, her back drenched in sweat. Just then, the sound of a door opening snapped her back to reality.

“Xiao Xiao, it’s past nine. Are we still going to the night market?” Fang Qingying rubbed her eyes, her dress hanging loosely off her shoulders as if it might slip off with the slightest movement.

The night market ran from 7:30 PM to 7:00 AM they could still make it back before dawn if they went now.

But for some reason, Fang Qingying felt overwhelmingly sleepy, probably a lingering effect of her earlier nap.

Watching Fang Qingying yawn repeatedly, Gu Shengxuan pursed her lips and cautiously asked, “Xiao Ying, do you know someone named ‘Beibei’?”

“Huh? What ‘Beibei’? I don’t know her.” Fang Qingying wiped away the tears from yawning and flatly denied it. “Why are you suddenly asking about that?”

“It’s nothing.” Gu Shengxiao smiled, putting away her phone as she stood up from the sofa and walked over to Fang Qingying.

“Oh, really? If I knew, I’d tell you.” Fang Qingying absentmindedly ran her fingers through her messy hair as she replied.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to go to the night market?” Gu Shengxiao took her hand and led Fang Qingying toward the room. “Shall we go now?”

“Really? You’re not lying to me?” Fang Qingying had already braced herself for rejection, but Gu Shengxiao’s agreement instantly lifted her spirits.

“Of course. When have I ever lied to you?” Gu Shengxiao nodded.

“You have! You always say it’s the last time, but it never is.”

“It’s the last hundred million times.”

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