I Don't Want To Fall In Love With The Heroine [Quick Wear] - Chapter 42

Time, as they say, waits for no one. Once the Spring Festival passed, the shadow of the college entrance exams loomed significantly larger.

Strictly speaking, Bai Qian shouldn’t have needed to worry about the clock anymore. However, on the very day they returned from City B, Fu Siwan took the initiative to bring up her studies.

“Sister,” she said, her voice steady. “You don’t need to take me on any more ‘trials and errors.’ I’ve decided. I’m going to work hard for the next few months and see if I can reach the threshold of a university.”

Bai Qian was stunned. “I thought you hated studying? Didn’t you tell me it would take a miracle for you to change?”

She followed up with a playful tease. “Don’t tell me… a miracle actually happened?”

Fu Siwan didn’t laugh. Her gaze was intense, shimmering with a devotion that was deeply moving. “A miracle did happen. Its name is Bai Qian.”

Ever since her confession was rejected in the car that night, the girl had been on her best behavior, refraining from any inappropriate actions or words. Bai Qian had allowed herself to believe the girl had moved on. Now, hearing this, she was momentarily speechless. It took her a few seconds to find her “guardian” voice again.

“Fu Siwan! You promised me you wouldn’t say things like that anymore!”

“I told you, Sister. If you don’t throw me away, I’ll take it as you choosing the latter option.”

Bai Qian glared at her. “That is not what you said at the end of that night!”

Fu Siwan maintained an expression of pure, harmless innocence. “I said I wouldn’t force you to choose anymore. I never said I’d stop loving you. I’m not forcing a kiss on you like I did that day; I’m being perfectly obedient. Are you still not satisfied? Do you want me to be depressed and listless, losing all passion for life just so you can feel guilty for the rest of yours?”

“…” If you applied this talent for talking circles around the truth to your studies, you wouldn’t just be going to college—you’d have your pick of the top universities!

“Without your permission, I won’t kiss you again. So don’t be afraid, Sister. I’ll behave.” As the “little rabbit” spoke, her watery eyes sparkled.

Bai Qian gave a cold snort, ignoring the girl’s feigned vulnerability. “Rest assured, I will never give you that permission as long as I live!”

Fu Siwan blinked, tactfully choosing not to argue. “But… if my exam results aren’t good, would you be willing to stay with me while I repeat the year?”

“Yes.” Bai Qian agreed without hesitation. As long as the girl stopped directing her romantic focus toward her, Bai Qian was willing to support her growth unconditionally in every other way.

“Then, if I happen to overperform and get into a good university… will you promise to be my girlfriend?”

The simple question shattered the warm atmosphere instantly. Bai Qian ground her teeth. “Don’t even think about it! And don’t you dare say that kind of thing to me ever again!”

The girl pouted her soft lips toward her. “Then you’ll either have to use your mouth to stop me, or let your ears suffer the consequences.”

“…”

In the original plot, the female lead never had such a thick-skinned, shameless side. Where did I go wrong? Bai Qian wondered.

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Though Bai Qian was annoyed by Fu Siwan’s constant “confessions,” she was genuinely thrilled by every academic milestone the girl reached. Her progress was a testament to the fact that the only person who can truly wake you up is yourself.

The “Golden Finger” of this world—the inherent protagonist luck—wasn’t as reality-bending as in other stories, but it gave Fu Siwan the edge she needed. She didn’t need to repeat a year. When the final scores came in, the weight on Bai Qian’s heart finally lifted.

Bai Qian decided to give her a gift.

Fu Siwan’s demands were outrageous. “I want you to date me.”

“No.”

“Then be my girlfriend.”

“In your dreams.”

“Then marry me when I reach the legal age.”

“…” Bai Qian suppressed the urge to flush the girl down the toilet. “I’m taking you on a trip for a few days. Where do you want to go?”

“I want to go into your heart.”

Bai Qian: I am literally speechless.

They eventually decided on City Y. It was a recommendation from Xie Chao, who had dutifully prepared a full itinerary for them. He did an excellent job, and the two of them spent a delightful week exploring the city.

On their final night, the last “check-in” spot on Xie Chao’s list was a quiet bar in the town of Meizihe. Bai Qian hadn’t planned on going, but Fu Siwan had seen the itinerary too and spent half the day wheedling until Bai Qian finally gave in.

A “quiet bar” is different from a high-energy club. There were no booming DJs or provocative performances—only the soft, nightingale-like melodies of a singer and an atmosphere so clean it felt like it could settle one’s soul.

Bai Qian ordered two drinks, house specials the bartender called “No Solution” and “Deeply Hidden.” She let Fu Siwan choose. The girl didn’t care for the names, picking purely based on color. She chose “Deeply Hidden.”

Deeply Hidden represented an intense, buried love. The color was a gradient of blue, ending in a heavy, indigo cloud at the bottom of the glass that looked solemn and profound.

No Solution was simpler—a clean, pale yellow, representing a love with no way out, consistent and stubborn from start to finish. The taste was pure: a slightly sweet alcohol base mixed with the tartness and bitterness of lemon. It tasted like an unrequited crush—fleeting stings of sourness mingled with a heart-fluttering sweetness.

“Is it good?”

Fu Siwan’s cheeks were tinged with a delicate pink from the low-alcohol drink. She blinked and answered with a smile.

“We’ll listen to her sing two more songs, and then we head back, okay?”

“Okay.”

Bai Qian turned her gaze to the singer—a girl with her hair in a bun, perched on a high stool, softly crooning an indie song. She had a bright, striking beauty, pulling off an orange lip gloss that few people could carry. Her voice was the opposite of her face—low, deep, and raspy; a classic “husky” voice.

Bai Qian stared at her, mesmerized. She was purely admiring the girl’s talent, but in the eyes of the person beside her, that rapt attention tasted like something very unpleasant.

Bai Qian felt her hand being squeezed. She turned and found Fu Siwan leaning in close, their eyes meeting at point-blank range. Startled, Bai Qian tried to pull her hand back and retreat.

The girl gripped her tighter, refusing to let go. She kept a rational distance but her eyes were dark and devoid of their usual warmth. “So, you like this type, Sister? No wonder you won’t agree to be with me.”

Bai Qian: Wait, what?

“I’m jealous, Sister. You’ve never looked at me with such a gentle gaze. You’re so mean to me.”

Bai Qian: There she goes again, lying with her eyes wide open!

“Will you let me kiss you?”

The topic jumped so fast Bai Qian almost couldn’t keep up. Fortunately, because Fu Siwan asked instead of just lunging, Bai Qian had the chance to refuse. “Absolutely not.”

Fu Siwan didn’t show a trace of sadness. She simply continued, “Then are you willing to kiss me?”

Bai Qian rolled her eyes. “Not in a million years!”

Fu Siwan didn’t let go of her hand. Her gaze drifted past Bai Qian toward the singer, who had just put down the microphone for a break. “Let me give you another choice then, Sister.”

“Would you prefer I walk over there, take the microphone, and confess my love for you in front of everyone? Or would you rather stay here and kiss me secretly where no one can see?”

Bai Qian’s eyes went wide. “Fu Siwan, are you threatening me?!”

She smiled. “I love you too much to threaten you. I’m just… simply jealous.”

Bai Qian’s teeth itched with the urge to bite her, but she knew this little devil was shameless enough to actually go through with it and cause a scene. She wanted to cry. I raised her with such care—how did she end up so twisted?!

Fu Siwan didn’t give her much time to hesitate. “I’m going to count to ten, Sister. If you don’t decide, I’ll pick for you.”

She began to count down in a low, terrifying voice, like a reaper standing over a soul.

“Ten.”

“Nine.”

“Eight.”

Bai Qian ground her teeth in fury. When the count hit “Two,” she closed her eyes and leaned in with the air of a martyr going to her execution.

She had calculated the angle so she would only hit the corner of the girl’s mouth. But the moment their skin touched, she knew something was wrong. She snapped her eyes open and met the girl’s cunning, laughing gaze.

Fu Siwan calmly cupped the back of Bai Qian’s head, preventing her escape, and unceremoniously deepened the kiss she had been coveting for so long.

Click.

The sound of a camera shutter made Bai Qian jump. She looked toward the noise, only to find Fu Siwan holding her own phone, having just taken a selfie of them.

Satisfied, the girl released her. In front of Bai Qian’s very eyes, she set the photo of their kiss as her lock screen wallpaper.

Bai Qian’s face burned with a bright red flush. “Fu Siwan, are you insane?! Delete that right now!”

She reached for the phone, but the girl dodged her and caught her wrist instead.

“If you agree to date me, I’ll change it. Otherwise… don’t even think about it.”

“You’re the one who shouldn’t think about it! Don’t forget, I bought that phone for you! I’m commanding you, Fu Siwan—change it!”

The words were out before she could stop them, and she immediately regretted it. Usually, whenever she brought up the fact that she provided for the girl, the “little rabbit” would lose her security, burst into tears, and require hours of coaxing.

Bai Qian looked over with concern, expecting the worst.

To her surprise, the girl showed no sign of hurt or insecurity. Instead, she offered a helpful suggestion. “Since everything I have belongs to you, then naturally… I should belong to you too, shouldn’t I?”

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