After Marrying the Villain with Seven Personalities [Transmigration into a Book]) - Chapter 69

“Alright, please cooperate with me.”

“Mm.”

After about an hour of questioning and examinations, the doctor finally reached a conclusion: “My finding is the same as your previous doctor. You are suffering from lethargy.”

“I see.”

Her mood was indescribable. Yi Chenqing returned home in a daze. The house seemed empty, dark, and cold. Strange noises came from Shi Ji’s room—just like before, Shi Ji claimed she was raising a small, shy pet that liked to thrash around.

Fortunately, the rooms were well soundproofed.

Back in her own room, after washing up, Yi Chenqing watched the myriad of lights from the city outside her window. She couldn’t resist sending a message to Xu Linqiu: “When are you coming home?”

[We’ve just started eating. It’s fine, I’ll stay safe.]

[Mm.]

She stared blankly at Xu Linqiu’s reply for a while, then took out the carefully hidden painting.

When she had first seen this painting in the study, she had nearly died of fright. The watercolor depicted two women entwined, rendered so vividly that the details made one feel flushed just looking at them.

Xu Linqiu had smiled and called it “art.” She had circled her waist, pinning her against the desk and kissing her until she was weak, leaning against her. Fearing a repeat of that night’s intensity, Chenqing had shamefully pressed a credit card into her hand.

“I’m buying it. Go shopping with Shi Ji more often to find inspiration. Don’t find your ‘inspiration’ at home.”

At this moment, however, she hadn’t expected this painting to become the tool through which she missed her.

She lay on the bed with the painting, turning on only a dim, warm lamp. She looked at every inch of the canvas; her gaze, initially wavering, gradually became bold and open.

The painting showed two women in love: wrinkled bedsheets, skin as delicate as silk, hair as black as ink. One woman’s leg was draped over the other’s shoulder, her back arched, with beads of sweat glistening on her skin.

The positions in the painting were imaginary—they had never actually done anything like that. Chenqing truly wondered what else Linqiu could paint if her mind wasn’t focused on the “proper path”…

Yi Chenqing rubbed against the quilt restlessly, staring at the painting. After a while, she frowned and closed her eyes. In the darkness, the person she longed for seemed to appear: smiling eyes, pale fingertips gently caressing her cheek, whispering tenderly, “Qingqing…”

Her face flushed a deep pink, and she opened her eyes, panting.

For some reason, she had developed an unbelievable interest and craving for this recently. Just looking at Linqiu made her want it—badly.

Even a painting of her was enough.

After a while, she put the painting away. On a sudden whim, she searched on her phone: [My wife isn’t home yet…]

The results were varied. She clicked on a thread titled: [Planning a surprise while the wife isn’t home yet.]

The result…

[She said she’d be late tonight, but she came back early. I hid in the closet to surprise her, but I heard noises of XXOO outside. Great, I’ve been cheated on.] [Go out and fight them!] [How can you stand it?]

Yi Chenqing exited the thread and saw others.

[Wife isn’t home, I miss her, so… M-ing (masturbating).] [Wife isn’t home, calling ‘Old Wang’ over right now.]

She frowned and turned off her phone. She thought for a moment and realized her closet was in the dressing room, and there were no other good hiding spots; even the space under the bed was solid.

She wanted to give her a surprise, too. Of course, her Linqiu would never be like the wife in that post.

Driven by a heart that couldn’t stay still, she moved a small cabinet from the guest room and placed it between the French window and the bed.

Just then, a message came from Xu Linqiu. [I’m almost home.]

She put on the electronic wristband she hadn’t worn for days and hid inside.

In the dark, curled up in the cabinet, the heart rate on her wristband kept climbing. Yi Chenqing tapped it with a frown, thinking it was broken, then leaned against the cabinet wall, quietly waiting for the woman to return.

Xu Linqiu was wondering why Qingqing hadn’t replied. When she opened the door, she saw “her” on the bed doing stretching exercises. The room felt strangely cramped.

The woman was in long-sleeved pajamas, clearly having already showered. Hearing the movement, she started doing chest expansions without turning around.

Xu Linqiu set her things down, took off her coat, and looked at the extra cabinet. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at her. “Why is there an extra cabinet?”

“A gift for you.”

“Huh?”

Confused, she watched the woman suddenly drop into a split. She turned back with a smile, swung her leg over, and knelt beside her. The seductive charm in the corners of her eyes was impossible to hide.

“I’m different from the others. I can merge with Qingqing at any time~” she smiled, one hand slowly stroking Linqiu’s neck while the other gently cupped her jaw.

Xu Linqiu looked up, her eyes relaxing. “So?”

“So, do you want to know why we all sent you gifts?” She leaned in, her long lashes drooping. She stopped her soft lips just a millimeter from Linqiu’s, her breath smelling of orchids. “We’ve all compromised… for you alone.”

“Compromised? So you sent me those gifts?”

The new lipstick Xu Linqiu had tried while shopping gave off a strong scent of roses. She didn’t understand why, if they had compromised, they would still send gifts that would make the real Qingqing misunderstand.

“I think the ‘other her’ will tell you the answer to that…”

“But—”

Before she could finish, the woman’s soft lips pressed down hard. She sucked at her lips skillfully—now close, now distant—making it impossible for Linqiu to think. Linqiu instinctively circled her waist and deepened the kiss.

The faint, spicy taste of wine transferred from Linqiu’s tongue to the woman’s taste buds, while the rose flavor of the lipstick filled their mouths. Ambiguous sounds of suction and swallowing mixed with the woman’s soft moans as their hot tongues tangled.

Her collar was pulled open as Xu Linqiu immersed herself in the kiss. Suddenly, the woman pulled back, breaking free from the embrace. She gave a meaningful smile and then—to Linqiu’s shock—scrambled back into the cabinet. Xu Linqiu’s understanding of “split personality” was once again redefined; she half-expected a magic trick.

She stood up to see what was happening. A second later, the cabinet opened again, and an identical woman—but with a completely different aura—stepped out.

In a daze, Yi Chenqing thought she had heard a woman’s soft voice. The moment she woke up, she rushed out of the cabinet. But what did she see?

Xu Linqiu standing there, dazed, with her lipstick smeared.

At that moment, Chenqing didn’t know what to do. She glanced at Linqiu’s disheveled shirt, her eyes full of disappointment. “Tell me. Where is she?”

“There is no one else. Only you,” Xu Linqiu replied, feeling quite helpless.

But she clearly didn’t believe it. She checked the curtains, the bathroom, the dressing room—every possible hiding spot. Her expression grew darker.

Linqiu walked over and hugged her, taking her hand and using it to touch her own lips. “Taste it. What does it taste like?”

Xu Linqiu’s smile made her freeze. Looking down, she saw a smudge of red on her hand—wiped from Linqiu’s lips. She hesitated, then licked it.

A faint taste of roses.

“Now taste it from my lips.” Linqiu lowered her head, bumping her nose against Chenqing’s. Yi Chenqing remained silent, so Linqiu took the initiative to kiss her.

The kiss was so gentle it instantly melted her heart. Yi Chenqing subconsciously licked back, the strong rose flavor stimulating her taste buds. When Xu Linqiu tried to deepen the kiss with her tongue, Chenqing turned her head to avoid it.

“Wait.”

“Still don’t believe me?”

“Indeed, asking you to believe that you sleepwalked out of a cabinet to kiss me, then sleepwalked back in so you could ‘catch me in the act’ is a hard sell,” Xu Linqiu frowned, unsure how to explain.

She feared that if this continued, the trust between them would shatter, and Qingqing would be broken.

“I believe you,” Yi Chenqing said, turning back to look at her. “I suddenly realized something. Not believing you is the same as not believing myself. Instead of doubting you, I should just increase my own charm—make it so no other woman can compare, so you wouldn’t even deign to cheat.”

“???” Xu Linqiu’s eyes widened. The next second, Chenqing broke from the hug and walked into the dressing room.

With an indescribable feeling, Linqiu waited. Soon, a red figure appeared.

Yi Chenqing stepped out of the dressing room in a red silk camisole nightgown. The color against her cold, pale skin was like blood on snow—stunningly impactful. Her long black hair seemed to have been specially styled to fall over her shoulders, and she wore a rose-red lipstick.

The terrifying part was that this outfit highlighted her cold elegance while adding a layer of burning passion.

She walked over, her hemline swaying. She looked down, slowly removed the electronic wristband, placed it on the table, and stood before her.

Wearing a sophisticated perfume, she tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing her flushed earlobes. She grabbed Linqiu’s collar, pulling her close, and suddenly flashed a confident, flamboyant smile. “I don’t care about the ‘attacks’ anymore. I won’t suppress myself for you anymore. It doesn’t matter if I have no memory. I am me. I just want to be happy while I do have my memory.”

“If you stop loving me, it’s fine. I will prove that you made the wrong choice…”

“Of course, divorce is impossible. Not even in death.”

In that instant, Xu Linqiu burst into a smile. All the efforts she had made turned into a warm current that watered a flower in her heart—a brilliant rose.

She embraced her through the thin silk. It was a familiar, soft fragrance.

“You look truly beautiful right now. I love it so much.”

She whispered the praise, stroking her hair. The air was filled with an intoxicating scent.

Yi Chenqing stroked her back, her eyes darkening slightly. “Linqiu…”

“Mm?” Xu Linqiu smiled at her.

Chenqing tilted her head, her hot breath brushing against her, and slowly touched her lips. “I’ve thought about it for a long time. I want…”

Xu Linqiu circled her waist and sat down, pulling the woman onto her lap. She cupped her face and looked deeply into her eyes. “I know. You sleep with a pillow between your legs every night…”

She gently took her lips, her thumb grazing her cheek as she sucked softly.

“In the future, if you want something, tell me directly, okay?”

“Mm~”

“Mph…” Her lips were completely sealed. A hot tongue pushed past her teeth to entwine with hers, swirling gently. The saliva, mixed with a hint of wine, was swallowed down. The two similar shades of red on their lips blended together completely.

Xu Linqiu kissed her wantonly, her long lashes veiling the madness in her eyes. Beneath her gaze, the woman’s face was flushed, her lashes trembling, her skin a beautiful pink—utterly captivating.

The night outside deepened. Before long, soft, sweet moans filled the room.

Natural, beautiful, and without any suppression. Yet in this setting, Linqiu brought up a “serious” matter. She leaned down to bite the skin of the woman’s neck, sucking gently before letting go. She whispered, “I prepared a gift for you, though technically it was bought with your money.”

“Mm…” Yi Chenqing tilted her head back, running her fingers through Linqiu’s hair. Her voice was breathy and broken: “I bought your painting… so it’s your money…”

“Then, I’ll show it to you in a bit…”

“Mm…”