After Transmigrating into a Book, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Beautiful Crazy Villain - Chapter 33.1

Lately, it seemed like luck just wasn’t on her side.

After Qiu Shuang left, Chu Ling sat stiffly upright, feeling herself instantly calm down. Then, this thought suddenly popped into her head.

Or perhaps, to put it simply, Qiu Shuang was just her jinx!

It was so strange. Otherwise, why did every encounter with Qiu Shuang inevitably lead to some mortifying social disaster? The awkwardness clung to her like a shadow, completely inescapable.

So…

Qiu Shuang was definitely her jinx!

Lost in her wild, unfocused thoughts, Chu Ling didn’t even notice Song Qingyi’s gaze shifting toward her.

“What’s wrong? Not massaging anymore?”

Chu Ling jolted and looked over, wondering if she’d misheard.

Wait, at a time like this… she still wanted a massage?

How could Song Qingyi act as though she hadn’t heard Qiu Shuang’s words at all and casually ask why she’d stopped?

Chu Ling sucked in a sharp breath, unable to help but marvel at Song Qingyi’s nerves of steel.

While she was practically dying of embarrassment, Song Qingyi could calmly suggest continuing as if nothing had happened. Truly worthy of being the novel’s villain!

Too stunned to mask her emotions, Chu Ling’s shock was plain to see.

Song Qingyi, of course, noticed. The corners of her lips curled slightly, her tone unusually teasing. “Your friend’s thoughts aren’t exactly pure. What, or is it that you… actually wanted to try car sex?”

Chu Ling’s pupils trembled violently.

Seriously, sis?! You just said that out loud, so casually?! Even Qiu Shuang at least knew to be a little more subtle!

Chu Ling felt something slowly shatter.

Oh. Right. It was her idealized image of Song Qingyi.

Of course, the part that shattered was the persona she had unilaterally assigned to Song Qingyi. But now, that persona seemed to be crumbling.

For a brief moment, Chu Ling even had the intense urge to grab Song Qingyi by the shoulders and yell, Sis, your character’s falling apart! Wake up!

The sheer shock left her frozen in place, unable to utter a single word for a long while.

Meanwhile, Song Qingyi remained perfectly at ease, not the slightest bit embarrassed.

In fact, when she noticed Chu Ling still hadn’t responded, she pressed further, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Then, without waiting for an answer, she added with a slightly troubled expression, “You really want to do it here?”

“So you’re into this kind of thing.”

Her expression and tone carried a hint of helplessness and a deliberately exaggerated fondness.

As if her face was saying, What am I going to do with you?

At this point, Chu Ling wasn’t just trembling, she was horrified!

Her expression grave, she scrutinized Song Qingyi closely, not missing a single detail, before warily demanding, “Whoever you are, get out of Song Qingyi’s body right now!”

Song Qingyi’s expression slowly stiffened. She stared at Chu Ling in silence for a long time.

Then, without a word, she pulled open the car door and stepped out, slamming it shut behind her with a bang, cutting off Chu Ling’s line of sight.

Otherwise, she might not have been able to resist the urge to crack open Chu Ling’s skull and see what bizarre nonsense was going on inside.

Song Qingyi had deliberately tried to create a flirtatious atmosphere, only for Chu Ling to derail it into something resembling a supernatural horror scene.

It had been a long time since Song Qingyi had felt this stifled and the few times she had, they were all thanks to Chu Ling. Right now, she desperately needed to cool off.

Watching Song Qingyi’s silent retreating figure, Chu Ling scratched her head in confusion. She wanted to call out to her, but the force of the slammed door made her swallow the words back down.

Song Qingyi seemed to be angry again. That was normal, but just now, she genuinely thought there was something off about Song Qingyi!

Of course, suspecting that someone or something had possessed Song Qingyi wasn’t baseless!

After all, she herself was living proof, wasn’t she? If she could transmigrate into a book, then Song Qingyi being possessed by a ghost wasn’t impossible!

But Song Qingyi walking away like that was unexpected. So was she possessed or not?

Chu Ling fell into deep contemplation, forgetting to get out of the car.

A moment later, the car window was knocked. Chu Ling looked up to see Song Qingyi, who had just left, now standing outside.

“Still not coming out? Planning to have a picnic in the car?”

That familiar sarcastic tone.

Perfect. There was no doubt it was Song Qingyi now!

Chu Ling sighed in relief and hurriedly opened the car door. “Coming, coming! Let’s go. Oh, by the way, is your leg really okay?”

Song Qingyi felt a dull ache forming in her head, mostly because she couldn’t stand hearing another word about her leg.

So she quickened her pace to prove she was fine.

Chu Ling noticed and said apologetically, “I’m really sorry. I promised to massage it for you, but…”

Qiu Shuang had interrupted them. Though Chu Ling felt a sense of relief, there was also a faint trace of regret buried deep inside, which she habitually ignored.

By the time the two arrived, everyone else had already set up the tents and sunshades. A table was placed under one of the shades, surrounded by a few folding chairs, but hardly anyone was in sight.

The only familiar face in view made Chu Ling stop in her tracks, reluctant to approach.

Because that person was Fang Manwen.

She had an inexplicable intuition that if she went over now, something she absolutely didn’t want to witness would happen.

Yet Song Qingyi seemed completely oblivious and walked straight over, her entire demeanor radiating relaxation.

How strange. These two had never gotten along particularly well before, so why were they suddenly coexisting peacefully?

After a moment’s hesitation, Chu Ling steeled herself and followed.

Before she could even get close, Fang Manwen turned her head as if sensing her presence. Spotting Chu Ling and Song Qingyi, she raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Finished already? That was quick. Didn’t even have time to get started, huh?”

Chu Ling: “…”

I told myself not to come over!

The worst part was that there was no one else around, Fang Manwen’s words were even more brazen than Qiu Shuang’s!!!

Chu Ling inhaled sharply, nearly choking on her own saliva.

Fang Manwen, however, seemed utterly unaware of the impact of her words. She leisurely studied the two of them, her teasing gaze completely undisguised.

Chu Ling’s mind instantly flooded with pleas for rescue, but it was clearly useless. So she pivoted on her heel and made a break for it. “I’ll go see what the others are up to. You two chat!”

Before she even finished speaking, she had already bolted far away.

Song Qingyi instinctively moved to follow, but Fang Manwen’s next words stopped her in her tracks.

“Miss Song, you don’t seem to be doing too well, huh? You and Miss Chu don’t seem to be making any progress?”

Song Qingyi paused, then turned back, pulled out a chair, and sat down. She looked at Fang Manwen, her eyes filled with silent inquiry.

The truth was, she did feel that way. No matter what she tried, just when it seemed Chu Ling was starting to soften, she’d immediately retreat again the next moment.

Such instances were far from rare. Sometimes, Song Qingyi did it deliberately to tease her, but other times, she simply couldn’t help herself. After all, with the person she loved right in front of her, how could she resist reaching out?

Moreover, she was always eager to gauge Chu Ling’s reaction, to confirm that she wasn’t entirely indifferent.

Yet…

Song Qingyi couldn’t shake the feeling that Chu Ling must have some interest in her, if not emotionally, then at least in her appearance. Otherwise, why would Chu Ling always rush to leave the first comment whenever she posted a video?

Yes, of course, she knew which account belonged to Chu Ling. In fact, she had started this blog precisely to catch Chu Ling’s attention.

And she had succeeded. Before their blind date, every time she posted a video, she would instinctively search for the first comment. Seeing Chu Ling’s words always brought her joy.

But it wasn’t pure happiness. Chu Ling’s affection was just one among many, she could simultaneously adore several other bloggers.

Initially, Song Qingyi had thought it enough just to capture Chu Ling’s attention. But once she did, dissatisfaction crept in.

She wanted Chu Ling’s focus to be solely on her. The mere thought of Chu Ling’s gaze lingering on someone else made jealousy surge uncontrollably within her.

Song Qingyi wasn’t oblivious to her own unhealthy mindset. She had tried to stay away from Chu Ling, especially since Chu Ling had already forgotten her.

But in the end, she couldn’t resist. It started with gathering tidbits about Chu Ling from afar, then progressed to stealing glances from a distance until it spiraled out of control.

Being near Chu Ling was like an addiction, leaving her craving more.

Only when Chu Ling was by her side did Song Qingyi feel somewhat normal.

Yet lately, there had been no progress.

She had planned to take it slow, gradually weaving herself into every aspect of Chu Ling’s life. But patience wasn’t her strong suit, and the results were far from ideal.

Though she had quickly switched tactics, Song Qingyi still felt uncertain.

At times, Chu Ling’s abstract nature left her utterly hopeless.

So when Fang Manwen spoke up, Song Qingyi stopped without hesitation, curious to hear what she had to say.

After all, compared to her, this woman’s progress was like a rocket launch.

During their last meeting, she had noticed that Fang Manwen was now with Chu Ling’s friend, Qiu Shuang. And from Chu Ling’s odd expression, it was clear their relationship had developed suddenly.

The chemistry between them had also tipped Song Qingyi off, they had likely already taken things to a physical level, and their bond seemed strong.

Though her face betrayed nothing, envy gnawed at Song Qingyi. She couldn’t help but wonder when Chu Ling would finally accept her.

Perhaps… occasionally listening to others’ advice wouldn’t hurt. Maybe she could glean some useful insights?

Their first meeting hadn’t been pleasant, but back then, she had assumed Fang Manwen had ulterior motives toward Chu Ling. Now that the woman was no longer single, her hostility had naturally diminished.

“What pearls of wisdom do you have?” Song Qingyi asked, her tone feigning nonchalance but laced with a rare hint of urgency.

Fang Manwen couldn’t suppress a smirk. “Seems like things aren’t going smoothly.”

She adjusted her posture, settling in more comfortably, then asked leisurely, “So… you two haven’t done it yet?”

Song Qingyi’s expression stiffened slightly. “Why are you asking that?”

Fang Manwen looked knowingly at her. “Seems like you haven’t. It’s way too obvious.”

Song Qingyi’s face darkened. “That’s irrelevant. You’re being too nosy.”

She stood up, unwilling to continue the conversation. She felt Fang Manwen was just here to gossip, perhaps even because Qiu Shuang wanted to hear about it.

Song Qingyi had no habit of being someone else’s entertainment and immediately decided to leave. She even thought it was absurd that she had approached this with a mindset of seeking advice.

She must have lost her mind.

However, Fang Manwen remained unperturbed, speaking leisurely, “Why chase after her in such a hurry? Even Miss Chu wants to get away from you.”

Song Qingyi’s tone turned cold. “She ran because of what you said.”

How could this person be so oblivious?

Fang Manwen waved her hand dismissively. “Whether that’s true or not, you’re being way too clingy. Don’t you think such behavior can easily suffocate someone? Or are you actually trying to push Miss Chu away?”

Song Qingyi froze, her expression icy, but her voice carried a hint of resolve. “Impossible. I won’t give her any chance to escape.”

The sheer forcefulness in her tone surprised even Fang Manwen, who found the statement somewhat unsettling.

After a brief pause, Fang Manwen said, “I don’t know what happened between you two, but let me give you some advice. Even between lovers, such suffocating behavior that leaves no personal space will only push the other person further away.”

Song Qingyi stayed silent. She didn’t agree with this reasoning because, in her eyes, if she let Chu Ling out of her sight for even a moment, she would disappear.

That was exactly what had happened last time, she hadn’t even known where to begin searching. Now that she had finally found her again, she couldn’t bring herself to let go.

Observing the shift in her expression, Fang Manwen sighed. “I’m not saying you should actually let go. Moderation is key, understand? The push-and-pull dynamic is what keeps people hooked. And,”

“Sometimes, intimacy can also deepen feelings.”

Her expression turned suggestive. “Besides, you’re already married, it’s perfectly legal. Though it might sound crude, love can sometimes be made.”

Song Qingyi stiffened slightly.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but every attempt at seduction had failed. Chu Ling seemed unusually indifferent to such advances.

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