After Transmigrating into a Book, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Beautiful Crazy Villain - Chapter 44.2

However, when Song Qingyi entered the bathroom and realized her hair had also gotten wet and needed washing, she fell silent for a moment before turning around, stepping out, and finding Chu Ling. “Actually, I might still need your help after all.”

Chu Ling widened her eyes at her. Song Qingyi pointed to her hair, and Chu Ling understood.

Oh, it was about washing her hair. That really would be difficult to do alone…

Chu Ling tensed up but still agreed, “O-okay then, I’ll help you wash it!”

Even though it was just washing Song Qingyi’s hair, Chu Ling was still nervous, unsure how to go about it. She hesitated for a while before finally entering the bathroom.

Fortunately, Song Qingyi already had a plan. She had somehow dug out a small stool, and having already undressed, she was now sitting on it wrapped in a towel.

There was an inexplicably well-behaved air about her.

Chu Ling’s heartbeat quickened.

“Let’s do it like this,” Song Qingyi said.

Chu Ling steadied herself and walked over. “Alright, then… make sure to keep your eyes closed and don’t let your hands get wet.”

Song Qingyi gave a soft hum of acknowledgment.

And so, Chu Ling began carefully washing the other’s hair. She first adjusted the water temperature, then tentatively poured it over, immediately asking nervously, “How’s the water? Is it okay?”

“Mm.”

Only after hearing the other’s confirmation did Chu Ling proceed nervously continuing to the next step.

The strands of hair grew heavy with water as Chu Ling’s fingers ran through them, making sure every part was soaked while also being careful not to let any water run into Song Qingyi’s eyes.

Helping Song Qingyi wash her hair such a scenario was something she wouldn’t have dared imagine before. But now, her fingers were threading through the other’s hair.

It couldn’t feel more real.

Chu Ling’s heart pounded, her breath nearly halting from nervousness.

As a result, the simple step of wetting the hair took her at least three minutes.

Only after the hair was completely soaked did Chu Ling turn off the shower and reach for the shampoo.

The shampoo in the bathroom wasn’t heavily scented, but it lathered well.

Chu Ling applied the shampoo to the hair first, working it into a lather before spreading the foam over the scalp.

Soon, Song Qingyi’s head was covered in white suds.

As Chu Ling watched, the image of the villainous Song Qingyi in her mind continued to crumble.

Ah, she’s so cute.

Chu Ling’s lips curled slightly, her nervousness gradually easing Song Qingyi with a head full of foam was just too adorable.

She tried hard to suppress her rising smile as her fingertips massaged the other’s scalp, occasionally pressing in just the right spots, washing with utmost care.

There was a large mirror nearby, and from the corner of her eye, Song Qingyi could see Chu Ling’s focused expression in the reflection.

She caught every subtle change the slight upturn of Chu Ling’s lips, the earnest look on her face, all laid bare before Song Qingyi, who also allowed a faint smile to curve her own lips.

She savored the soothing relaxation brought by Chu Ling’s fingertips massaging her scalp.

Song Qingyi felt like it had been a long time since she had been so relaxed, but soon she noticed a problem, and the smile on her lips gradually froze.

“Your technique is very professional. So, besides me, have you washed someone else’s hair before?”

Song Qingyi’s sudden question made Chu Ling’s hand tremble slightly.

Song Qingyi noticed it, and her gaze darkened.

Could it be that Chu Ling had indeed washed someone else’s hair? Who? She wasn’t the first?!

Unable to control her emotions, Song Qingyi felt a surge of frustration building in her chest. She knew it was jealousy.

The emotion called jealousy was accumulating in her heart, almost overflowing.

Song Qingyi was on the verge of asking Chu Ling outright, who else had she washed hair for?

Meanwhile, Chu Ling was stunned by the question for a long time. She felt awkward, unsure how to explain the origin of her technique.

Should she say that in her original world, she had tried all sorts of jobs to make ends meet?

In truth, she had learned this technique at a hair salon not one of those trendy but overpriced places, but a modest one run by a kind auntie. She had once helped the woman by chance, and when the auntie learned about her situation, she hired her during holidays to assist.

Chu Ling was deeply grateful for the kindness, so she worked diligently. She observed carefully when the auntie washed customers’ hair and later helped out when things got busy.

So this technique.

Actually represented a past that wasn’t exactly glamorous.

To explain, she would have to mention the whole transmigration into a novel scenario, which of course she couldn’t reveal.

And even without that factor, she didn’t want to talk about it.

She never thought there was anything wrong with working hard to survive, but she didn’t want to bring up her past with Song Qingyi.

Somehow, somehow.

She felt inferior.

Yes, she couldn’t deny it, she was indeed insecure and didn’t want Song Qingyi to know.

If she laid everything bare, how would the other woman see her?

The gap between her and Song Qingyi was simply too vast.

If not for transmigrating into this novel, their paths would never have crossed.

She knew very well that once she returned to her original world, everything would go back to normal.

This experience would probably just be a beautiful dream.

Chu Ling sighed quietly in her heart.

She thought her silence would make Song Qingyi drop the subject, but the other woman seemed to have suddenly lost all tact and pressed again, “You’re thinking? Chu Ling, is this question really that hard to answer?”

Chu Ling’s eyes widened slightly in disbelief. Why was Song Qingyi suddenly being so aggressive?

Her mind went blank for a moment, and as the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, she quickly said, “No! I’ve never washed anyone else’s hair. I learned it myself just observed at a salon. The technique isn’t that hard, really.”

She felt inexplicably nervous, her forehead cold and probably sweating.

Chu Ling never expected Song Qingyi to fixate on this question. Was this even the same Song Qingyi she knew? Had she been replaced again?

Her gaze turned suspicious.

Song Qingyi closed her eyes, smoothing out the turbulent emotions within.

Chu Ling was hiding something from her.

But since she said so, she would believe her. As for what was being concealed… she would find out eventually.

“Mm, I was just curious. Your technique is very comfortable.”

Chu Ling was momentarily flattered. Had her skills really improved so much? Even Song Qingyi found it comfortable!

She felt a bit happy and immediately forgot about Song Qingyi’s earlier attitude.

“Really? Then I’ve gained another skill. If I ever can’t make ends meet, I can always open a barbershop.”

Song Qingyi’s gaze instantly sharpened. “Can’t make ends meet? Why?”

Chu Ling: “…”

She’s so sharp!

Quickly trying to cover up, she laughed, “Haha, just a random thought. I don’t actually want to open a barbershop.”

From the mirror, Song Qingyi noticed Chu Ling’s guilty expression. She hummed slowly in response, then fell into thought.

Perhaps she should investigate further. But she should already know everything about Chu Ling could there be something she missed?

Unable to figure it out, Song Qingyi decided to have someone look into it again.

Chu Ling remained oblivious to this, feeling somewhat relieved that she had managed to brush it off.

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