After Transmigrating into a Book, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Beautiful Crazy Villain - Chapter 34.1

Chu Ling had originally planned to hear what Wei Qiushui had to say. After all, the other party had come specifically to find her, what if it was something important?

But she never expected that after the two of them stepped away from the crowd, the first words out of the girl’s mouth would be,

“Sister Chu Ling, can I get your contact info?”

Chu Ling: “?”

So this was the “important matter”.

She felt it was a bit inappropriate, so she shook her head and refused.

“Let’s not. We’ve only just met by chance.”

Thinking her meaning was clear enough, Chu Ling smiled and prepared to leave, only for the other girl to grab her again.

When Chu Ling turned back, she was met with Wei Qiushui’s round, puppy-like eyes brimming with disappointment, looking utterly pitiful.

Oh dear, she’d hurt the girl’s feelings. A sudden pang of guilt struck her.

Despite this, Chu Ling didn’t change her mind.

Leaving aside the fact that Wei Qiushui wasn’t her type, she was already married now even if it was just a contractual marriage, she couldn’t just casually exchange contact info with someone who clearly had feelings for her, could she?

She’d just have to let Xiao Wei be disappointed for a bit. Chu Ling was sure the girl would find someone better.

But when Wei Qiushui held her back, Chu Ling turned in confusion, thinking the other girl might have something else to say, she didn’t seem like the type to pester.

“What’s wrong? Is there something else?”

Wei Qiushui’s expression twisted with hesitation before she finally spoke cautiously, “Sister Chu Ling was that other sister just now your girlfriend?”

Chu Ling paused, unsure whether to disclose their relationship. After a moment’s thought, she sidestepped the question. “Why do you ask?”

Was it because Song Qingyi was so beautiful? Did this girl’s friend also want her contact info?

Chu Ling was still pondering the reason when, to her utter shock, Wei Qiushui suddenly said, “Sister, you should be careful around her.”

Wei Qiushui hesitated before continuing, “Earlier, I—”

But before she could finish, Chu Ling was abruptly pulled back by an arm wrapping around her waist.

Wei Qiushui startled, looking up to meet a pair of icy, oppressive eyes.

The suffocating hostility that radiated from the gaze made Wei Qiushui freeze mid-sentence, rooted to the spot, unsure how to react.

After all, by any measure, she was the one in the wrong caught red-handed talking behind someone’s back.

Chu Ling’s attention was still on Wei Qiushui, curious about what the girl had meant by telling her to be careful. She hadn’t even noticed when Song Qingyi had approached.

And…

Why was Song Qingyi suddenly holding her waist like this? It felt so domineering.

Wait, no! They were pressed way too close together!

Chu Ling’s cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment. She wanted to remind Song Qingyi to be mindful, they were still in public.

But when she looked up, she was met with Song Qingyi’s stormy expression, her hostility toward Wei Qiushui completely undisguised.

A bad premonition instantly washed over her.

Sure enough, when Song Qingyi spoke, her voice was so cold it sent shivers down the spine.

“Lingling, why didn’t you tell this girl we’re already married? Or have you taken a liking to her? Hmm?”

Wei Qiushui paled. Chu Ling, too, slowly stiffened.

Song Qingyi seemed determined to emotionally devastate everyone equally.

Yet the first emotion that surged in Chu Ling was sheer panic.

She hadn’t expected Song Qingyi to just say it outright. Afraid others might overhear, she quickly glanced back. Fortunately, their spot was far enough away, no one else was around except for Song Qingyi, who had come looking for her.

And then came, the discomfort.

Song Qingyi’s tone was icy cold, colder than ever before, even when she had been angry in the past. It was as if frost had settled over her words, sharp as ice.

Half of that chill was directed at Wei Qiushui, and half at her.

Chu Ling froze, not daring to move or speak.

The silence lasted only a moment before Wei Qiushui, unable to bear it any longer, took two steps back, muttered an apology, and fled.

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, the nearby stream might become her final resting place.

The woman’s expression looked like she wanted to stab her!

Being caught in such an awkward situation by the person involved was embarrassing enough, let alone when that person clearly wasn’t someone to be trifled with.

Wei Qiushui couldn’t care less about anything else now, she turned and ran as fast as she could.

Chu Ling watched her sprint away while still held firmly in Song Qingyi’s embrace, the arm around her waist like an unyielding iron band, impossible to ignore.

“Gulp!”

She couldn’t help but nervously swallow.

“Song Qingyi, she’s gone now. You can let go of me.”

But Song Qingyi didn’t release her. Instead, her arm tightened slightly.

Chu Ling frowned slightly, puzzled, and glanced at Song Qingyi out of the corner of her eye.

Her expression was still grim.

For some reason, Chu Ling suddenly felt exhausted in that moment.

When she spoke again, her tone was much calmer. “Song Qingyi, let go of me first.”

Perhaps sensing the shift in Chu Ling’s tone, Song Qingyi paused and finally loosened her grip.

Chu Ling took a deep breath, met Song Qingyi’s eyes, and explained seriously, “Xiao Wei was just talking to me. She wanted my contact info, but I refused.

I didn’t tell her about our relationship because she’s a stranger, it wasn’t necessary. I also wanted to see what she was up to.

If you’re worried about me breaking the contract, you don’t need to be. I take contractual obligations seriously and won’t mess around during our marriage.

Of course, if you think I’m not suitable, you can find someone else to work with. I’m sure you have no shortage of willing partners.”

After saying this, Chu Ling didn’t wait for Song Qingyi’s response and turned to leave.

Truthfully, she wasn’t entirely sure what she was feeling either, but in that moment, she was inexplicably upset.

Song Qingyi always seemed like this, full of distrust toward her.

Even during normal conversations, Chu Ling could sense that Song Qingyi’s mood was never quite right.

So she felt tired. Not from anything specific, just the constant emotional tension had worn her down, which was why she’d said those things.

Maybe she shouldn’t have agreed to this in the first place. It would’ve saved her all this trouble.

Strictly speaking, she had probably already violated the contract.

From that perspective, Song Qingyi’s behavior wasn’t unreasonable. But Chu Ling still felt unsettled.

She wasn’t sure whether to continue with the contract.

If it were terminated, she and Song Qingyi would likely have no further ties.

For some reason, the thought made her hesitate again, leaving her feeling stifled and uneasy.

Halfway down the path, Chu Ling stopped. Leaving like this didn’t feel right, and Song Qingyi still hadn’t followed.

Chu Ling hesitated, then suddenly realized her attitude might have been problematic, she had just lost her temper with Song Qingyi.

The moment this thought struck her, Chu Ling froze stiff.

Oh no, oh no!

She’d been so out of it that she’d snapped at the antagonist was she tired of living?

Chu Ling abruptly turned on her heel and hurried back, hoping to salvage the situation.

But when she returned to the spot, she found Song Qingyi still standing exactly where she’d left her.

She hadn’t moved an inch.

A strange feeling flickered through Chu Ling’s heart as she slowly approached.

After a brief hesitation, she tentatively called out, “Song Qingyi.”

Just that name alone made Song Qingyi tremble slightly before whirling around to face her. The complexity in her gaze instantly wiped clean all the carefully prepared words Chu Ling had in mind.

Song Qingyi simply stared at her, silent.

Chu Ling fidgeted with her fingers before finally breaking the silence.

“They’ve grilled a lot of food over there. Want to head back?”

After a brief pause, she heard Song Qingyi’s slightly hoarse reply.

“Okay.”

The moment she heard this response, Chu Ling’s eyes lit up, and she exhaled in relief at least it seemed Song Qingyi wasn’t angry.

But what she didn’t know was the storm of thoughts Song Qingyi had weathered in those few short minutes.

Song Qingyi had been furious, a girl she’d just met, after only a few words, had so easily drawn Chu Ling away.

She tried not to overthink it, but she couldn’t help herself. Even knowing the two might have had something legitimate to discuss, she still followed.

Just as expected, that girl clearly had feelings for Chu Ling even asking for her contact information.

Song Qingyi nearly lost control and stormed over, but when she heard Chu Ling refuse, the turmoil in her heart abruptly settled.

She couldn’t help wondering was Chu Ling’s refusal partly because of her? Did she factor into that decision at all?

But that fragile hope lasted only seconds before she heard Wei Qiushui’s hesitant warning, telling Chu Ling to be careful of her.

The murderous aura in Song Qingyi’s eyes, not yet faded, surged anew. In that moment, she thought of nothing not even that she was eavesdropping.

Only one thought dominated her mind: Chu Ling must never see her true self!

Because she was terrified, if Chu Ling knew her real nature, she would surely recoil in fear. How could she allow that?

She would never permit such a mishap.

The mere thought of Chu Ling believing those words made Song Qingyi feel like she couldn’t breathe. Without thinking, she interrupted their conversation, even going so far as to cross boundaries with Chu Ling in her loss of control.

Even in her rage, when her arm encircled Chu Ling’s waist, Song Qingyi noticed her unique scent so overwhelming it made her head spin for a moment.

Beneath her palm was warmth and softness. Song Qingyi’s fingers trembled slightly, utterly intoxicated by the sensation.

Consumed by anger, she only wanted to keep Chu Ling close but she hadn’t anticipated that Chu Ling seemed upset.

Chu Ling’s tone hadn’t been particularly harsh, but even the faintest shift in her mood was palpable to Song Qingyi. What horrified her most was the realization:

Chu Ling seemed to be considering terminating their contract.

Song Qingyi had driven away someone trying to get close to Chu Ling, but in doing so, she might have pushed Chu Ling away too.

After Chu Ling left, Song Qingyi stood dazed, unable to bring herself to follow.

Overwhelming panic completely engulfed her, and in that instant, Fang Manwen’s words suddenly echoed in her mind.

An atmosphere that feels suffocating during interactions will only push people further away, Chu Ling.

Had she realized it?

Realized her ugly jealousy, her twisted mentality, and thus wanted to end it all, to leave her side?

Song Qingyi stiffened, uncontrollably tormenting herself as she replayed Chu Ling’s words over and over in her mind.

In her recollection, each sentence turned into icy arrows, each one piercing straight through her heart.

She had never regretted binding herself to Chu Ling through their agreement, but she feared Chu Ling’s disgust.

Had she been wrong?

Perhaps, letting her go would be the best choice.

But even in this fabricated relationship, seeing Chu Ling laugh and chat with others had nearly driven her mad. Could she truly bear to let Chu Ling leave?

Yet Chu Ling wouldn’t be able to accept that side of her, would she? While there was still a chance to salvage things, if Chu Ling proposed terminating the contract, she…

Song Qingyi was trapped in agonizing turmoil, her mind a storm of conflicting emotions, unbearably loud, she didn’t want to listen to any of them.

But just as her emotions spiraled further out of control, a voice suddenly cut through the haze in her heart.

She turned to look behind her, it was Chu Ling. She had come back.

The confusion in Song Qingyi’s eyes gradually gave way to clarity as she stared fixedly at Chu Ling, afraid this was just another illusion.

Then she heard Chu Ling call her name again, asking her to come back together.

The clamor in Song Qingyi’s mind instantly faded, leaving only Chu Ling’s voice in her ears.

Chu Ling had turned back. She wasn’t angry, didn’t want to terminate the contract, didn’t want to leave her.

Song Qingyi’s wavering resolve steadied once more.

She came back on her own.

Song Qingyi had been struggling, but she had decided that if Chu Ling truly wanted to end things, she would let her go, no matter how painful it was.

But Chu Ling had actually returned!

A sudden sense of calm washed over Song Qingyi, and she immediately responded. Seeing that Chu Ling didn’t bring up what had just happened, she tacitly let the matter drop as well.

Chu Ling, for her part, was focused on damage control. At the very least, their agreement was still intact and even if it weren’t for the contract, Song Qingyi was the villain! She couldn’t let a momentary lapse in emotions ruin everything now.

That would be an absolute disaster!

Fortunately, Song Qingyi didn’t seem to hold it against her, even silently treating the incident as if it had never happened.

This only deepened Chu Ling’s belief that Song Qingyi was truly a great person, and she felt a pang of guilt.

“I’m sorry,” Chu Ling suddenly said, her expression earnest. “I was a bit emotional earlier that was my own issue.”

“I felt like you didn’t trust me, so I got a little worked up. Honestly, you really don’t need to worry or react so strongly. Otherwise.”

I might actually start thinking you reacted that way because of personal feelings.

But Chu Ling knew exactly who Song Qingyi’s heart belonged to, she wasn’t so delusional. So her first instinct was that Song Qingyi simply didn’t trust her.

After losing control of her emotions and saying all that to Song Qingyi, Chu Ling had immediately regretted it.

At the very least, their current relationship was still that of employer and employee, who talked to their boss like that?

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