I Don't Want To Fall In Love With The Heroine [Quick Wear] - Chapter 33

With thirty thousand yuan thrown down by her benefactor, Fu Siwan felt as though her weakness had been seized; she dared not resist any longer. Bai Qian thought to herself: It seems that when educating a child, a combination of kindness and authority is truly the most reliable way. On a side note, being rich is wonderful! You really can buy anything!

After setting up her WeChat, Fu Siwan immediately linked her bank card. Once she confirmed the transfer had actually landed in her account, she finally felt at ease. “What do you want to eat?” Bai Qian asked.

Fu Siwan mocked her sincerity. “Whatever. Since you’re so impatient, Auntie, why don’t we just go back to the hotel now? I’ve already taken the money; you decide when we start.”

“How did you promise me earlier?” Bai Qian gritted her teeth.

The rebellious girl shrugged. “Auntie, you’re a grown-up. Can’t you tell the difference between a kid telling the truth or a lie?”

Bai Qian forced herself to stay calm. She had been too hasty in trying to correct a decade of warped values in an instant. “Fine, we’ll set that aside for now. But first, let’s discuss your choice of words. You’re eighteen, and I’m only ten years older than you. I don’t look that old, do I? Do you have to call me Auntie?”

Fu Siwan let out an ambiguous chuckle. “Auntie, ‘only ten years’? Doesn’t your face turn red when you say that?”

“…”

Fine, endure it, Bai Qian thought. She’s just a poorly raised brat. My body is nearly thirty; there’s no need to bicker with her!

They decided on hotpot. Passing a boutique store, Bai Qian saw rows of plushies and stopped. “I didn’t prepare a proper birthday gift. Do you like that rabbit? Should I buy it for you?”

Fu Siwan looked exasperated. “Auntie, I’m eighteen, not an elementary student. Didn’t you already ‘give’ me enough?”

Bai Qian ignored her and dragged her inside. “Electronics are cold and soulless; they don’t count. Plushies are soft and warm. If you won’t pick, I’ll choose for you.” She eventually picked a rabbit holding a carrot and shoved it into the girl’s arms. “Happy birthday. Next time, tell me what you want; I’m not very good at picking gifts.”

Fu Siwan moved to throw it away, but Bai Qian predicted her move. “If you throw it, I’ll charge you half-off on our next transaction.”

The girl sulked all the way to the restaurant. Under a streetlamp, Bai Qian caught her off guard and snapped a photo. “What are you doing!”

“This phone cost over ten thousand yuan. If you knock it out of my hand, you’ll have to pay me back, little Fu Siwan.”

Fu Siwan’s face flushed a soft pink under the yellow streetlamp, either from anger or embarrassment at the nickname. She glared at the woman. “That’s an invasion of my portrait rights! I could sue you in court!”

“Oh? You even know about portrait rights? I thought you spent all your time daydreaming in class.” Bai Qian set the photo as her lock screen. “First of all, the courts are closed tomorrow for the weekend. Second, do you have money for a lawyer? Advice: legal fees are very expensive.”

“Old woman! Stop calling me ‘kid,’ it’s hideous!”

Bai Qian went silent. The words “Old woman” were a critical hit. Fu Siwan smirked at her victory. “You’ll never have the advantage when it comes to age. Keep doing things like that, and I’ll keep calling you that.”

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The hotpot place had a two-hour wait. Fu Siwan suggested going back to the hotel for delivery, adding a biting remark about how “Auntie” was nearly thirty and probably lacked the stamina to stay out late if she wanted to “work” later.

“Back to the hotel! Delivery it is!” Bai Qian’s face was blue with rage.

However, Bai Qian couldn’t bring herself to replace a birthday dinner with cheap takeout. While Fu Siwan showered, she used her “money-power” to order a high-end private meal. When it arrived, Fu Siwan emerged from the bathroom, her skin glowing and damp.

Bai Qian insisted on blow-drying the girl’s hair. As the warm air blew, Bai Qian’s fingers ran through the silky strands with a gentleness that made Fu Siwan stop chewing her food. It was the first time she had ever been cared for like this.

“I’m going to shower. You keep eating,” Bai Qian said once she was done.

Fu Siwan sat in silence until the doorbell rang again. It was a delivery person with a bunny-shaped cake. Fu Siwan stared at it for a long time. She remembered a pet rabbit she had as a child that her mother had turned into a meal the very next day. She realized then that her aversion to the plushie earlier wasn’t because she didn’t like it—it was a subconscious fear of losing things she cared about.

When Bai Qian stepped out of the bathroom, the room was pitch black. “Why are the lights out? Are you tired?”

She reached for the switch, but a warm hand caught her. A soft, fragrant body crashed into her embrace. Fu Siwan gripped her tightly, her dark eyes shimmering with an unreadable emotion in the shadows.

“Sister,” she whispered, her voice sweet and lingering. “Wish me a happy birthday early.”

She stood on her tiptoes and tremulously offered her lips to Bai Qian.

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