I Don't Want To Fall In Love With The Heroine [Quick Wear] - Chapter 44

Since Bai Qian had already agreed to let her move, she certainly wasn’t going to go back on her word just because the distance had changed.

Among the various properties under the original owner’s name, there happened to be a two-bedroom apartment right near Fu Siwan’s university—less than a ten-minute walk away. While it was a bit further from the office, it was still well within a manageable commute for Bai Qian.

As the realization slowly dawned on Fu Siwan, the tears she had just managed to suppress surged forth once more like a spring. She lunged into the woman’s embrace, her fingers gripping Bai Qian’s clothes so tightly that her pinkish fingertips turned white.

“You’re always like this,” she sobbed into her chest. “How am I supposed to stop myself from loving you?”

*****

Fu Siwan’s university life soon fell into a steady rhythm. The girl frequently sent photos to Bai Qian, chatting incessantly about her day-to-day experiences.

After military training ended, the campus clubs began their recruitment. It wasn’t entirely surprising when Fu Siwan, who had developed a sudden passion for photography, joined the university’s Photography Society. Initially, she just snapped random shots, but with guidance from her seniors, even the photos she sent to Bai Qian began to look increasingly professional and artistic.

One evening, while they were watching a show together, Bai Qian offhandedly mentioned the quality of the photos. The girl, who was busy peeling a satsuma orange, felt her smile deepen. She popped half a segment into Bai Qian’s mouth and whispered, “Sister, I’ve found the second thing I love most in this world.”

Since they were just talking about photos, Bai Qian didn’t hesitate. “Photography?”

“Mhm. I’ve realized I really love the process of capturing those beautiful, fleeting moments through a lens.”

Pleased for her, Bai Qian asked casually, “That’s the second. What’s the first?”

Fu Siwan leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “You, of course.”

“…” Bai Qian wiped her cheek with a darkened expression. “Finals are coming up. Don’t you dare fail any classes.”

“My grades are excellent. For your sake, Sister, I’ve been studying incredibly hard.”

“Study for yourself, not for anyone else, thank you very much.”

Fu Siwan didn’t argue. Instead, she bargained. “Sister, if I rank first in my major this semester, will you promise to stop making me sleep in the guest room?”

Bai Qian frowned. “There are only two bedrooms in the apartment. If you don’t sleep in yours… No! Don’t even think about it!”

“Ranking first is really difficult. Seeing how hard I’m working, shouldn’t you give me a reward?”

Bai Qian was heartless. “Education is your own responsibility. Please do not attempt to ‘moral kidnap’ me. Thank you.”

This time, no matter how much Fu Siwan wheedled or acted cute, Bai Qian remained firm. The girl spent two days looking piteous before finally heading back to campus, albeit reluctantly.

Bai Qian thought the matter was settled. However, when she returned from signing a contract with a partner that afternoon, she overheard her own gossip among the employees.

The office building had nearly thirty floors; her company occupied three of them. Bai Qian’s office was on the 18th, and she rarely visited the lower two. The young women chatting by the elevator were unfamiliar—likely from the lower floors. Since they didn’t recognize their CEO, they continued their conversation over bubble tea without restraint.

“Did you hear? CEO Bai’s girlfriend came to see her!”

“My friend on the 18th floor snapped a profile shot of her. Want to see?”

“What is this? The photo is so blurry it looks like it’s from the last century.”

“But you can still tell she’s gorgeous! My roommate says she’s a college student. Isn’t CEO Bai almost thirty? Talk about ‘old grass’ devouring ‘tender shoots.’ What did she do in her past life to land such a beautiful girlfriend?”

“Tsk tsk. Did your roommate also mention that even though CEO Bai is pushing thirty, she’s still so beautiful it’s unfair?”

“How do you know that?”

“I—oh, the elevator’s here. Tell you later.”

Bai Qian shot a glance at the intern as they moved, but she didn’t recognize her. Likely just another link in the gossip chain.

She pushed open her office door with a stony face, only to find Fu Siwan sitting obediently on the sofa. The girl was editing photos, but she beamed the moment she saw Bai Qian. “Sister, you’re back! I’ve been waiting forever. I’ve already had two cups of coffee.”

Bai Qian was in no mood for jokes. Her voice was cold. “I remember very clearly that you are supposed to be in class right now.”

By her count, the girl had skipped several lectures to make this trip.

“You wouldn’t agree to my request, so I couldn’t focus on my studies at all. I had to come see you.”

“Fu Siwan!” Bai Qian’s face darkened. “I’ve raised you for this long—do you still not know which things can be joked about and which can’t?”

This was the first time Bai Qian had been truly, deeply angry. Her cold, stern expression carried a heavy weight. Startled by the sudden intensity, the girl’s phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a thud.

Seeing the girl’s eyes instantly well up with tears, Bai Qian’s expression softened slightly. “I’m not trying to be mean, but you need to understand that skipping class isn’t some ‘college bucket list’ item. It’s bad behavior. I don’t want you doing it, regardless of—”

Fu Siwan was genuinely frightened. Before Bai Qian could finish her lecture, the girl’s composure broke. She interrupted with a sob. “The school… huff… had an event today. There are… no classes this afternoon. Sob… That’s why I came. I… I would never skip class!”

The girl’s crying sounded like a tiny, unweaned kitten—alternating between soft gasps and heavy sobs. She looked absolutely wretched.

Bai Qian immediately pulled her into her arms, sighing as she coaxed her. “Alright, alright. I was too harsh. But you shouldn’t have said it like that. If you didn’t skip, why didn’t you just tell me the truth from the start?”

Fu Siwan, though technically in the wrong for her prank, remained defiant. “I wanted to pretend I didn’t want to study so you’d let me move into your room! How was I supposed to know you’d be so scary? Sob… You yelled at me! You’ve never yelled at me like that before!”

Bai Qian: “…”

She really wanted to tell the girl that this was her own fault. She spent every day playing these “mind games,” and now she’d finally crashed and burned. But looking at that tear-stained face, Bai Qian simply couldn’t bring herself to be cruel.

“Okay, okay. It was my fault. I won’t yell at you again. But in return, little Fu Siwan, please stop using such ‘yell-worthy’ excuses, okay?”

Fu Siwan used to hate being called “little one,” but now she loved it. When Bai Qian used that name, her voice naturally softened with a specific kind of indulgence. To the girl, the title was as addictive as a drug.

She hooked her hand into Bai Qian’s, pushing her luck. “You were so mean, I’m traumatized. As compensation, you have to agree—if I rank first, I move into your room!”

“…” Bai Qian tried to push her away, but the girl’s grip was like iron.

Fu Siwan stared at her with puppy-dog eyes. “Sister, please. I just want to sleep with you.”

Destined to be completely “eaten” by this girl, Bai Qian poked her forehead. “One chance. If you aren’t first, don’t you dare ask again, even if you cry until your eyes fall out!”

Satisfied, Fu Siwan lunged forward and stole another kiss.

“Fu Siwan!”

“Sister, you’re so sweet. I can never get enough.”

*****

If the female lead wants to rank first in her major, who can stop her?

To Bai Qian’s grief, she was forced to surrender half of her bed.

After a shower, Fu Siwan was like a possessed fangirl. Once she crawled under the duvet, she didn’t stay still; she rolled from left to right several times until she felt she was thoroughly coated in Bai Qian’s scent.

“The bed smells just like you, Sister. It’s wonderful,” the “simp-dog” said blissfully. She wagged her invisible tail and lifted the covers. “Hurry up and get in!”

Bai Qian tossed a second duvet onto her. “Use your own blanket. And I didn’t bring your pillow—go get it yourself.”

The tiny, invisible sprout of joy on Fu Siwan’s head withered instantly. “What? No! I want to share a blanket with you!”

“You don’t have a choice. Actually, you do,” Bai Qian smirked. “Either get off my bed or stay under your own blanket.”

Even after the lights went out, Fu Siwan kept wheedling. “Sister, I’m a very quiet sleeper. Just let me share yours, please?”

Bai Qian ignored her, keeping her back turned coldly. Seeing that she was being truly ignored, Fu Siwan’s eyes darted around as she went quiet.

Without the interruption, Bai Qian was close to drifting off. Just as she was losing consciousness, a “thieving” hand slid under her duvet. It was slightly cool as it pressed firmly against her waist.

“Sister, I can’t sleep. Can’t I just hold you while we sleep?”

Bai Qian slapped the hand away. The owner let out a pained, pathetic whimper like a small animal, but the “thieving” hand returned anyway.

Bai Qian slapped her several times until her own hand hurt, but the girl seemed to have lost all sense of pain, reaching out yet again. Eventually, she gave up. “I will accept the hand. If you try to squeeze the rest of your body in, I am kicking you back to the guest room. Am I clear?”

The bold Fu Siwan said nothing. Having successfully occupied the “territory” with her hand, she waited patiently before slowly migrating her entire body into Bai Qian’s duvet.

Before Bai Qian could strike, the girl wrapped herself around her like an octopus. “You can scold me, bite me, or hit me. I’ll take whatever you give me, Sister.”

“But ask me to let go? I’m sorry, Sister—I can’t do that!”

Bai Qian was too exhausted to fight. Finally, she let the shameless girl burrow into her embrace. That one night of indulgence led to the girl pushing her luck every single night after.

*****

Time flew by. One night, Bai Qian woke up literally drenched in sweat. She reached behind her out of habit; her hand came away damp.

She carefully moved the hand draped over her waist and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. It was still dark—not yet time to get up. She turned on the air conditioning—the first time this year—and stood under it for a few seconds to cool down before returning to bed.

Fu Siwan was sprawled across the center of the bed. Bai Qian had to physically straighten her out before she could lie down. No sooner had she closed her eyes than a hand reached out from behind, expertly encircling her waist. The girl followed, pressing close.

Bai Qian turned and realized the girl wasn’t even awake; the movement was a natural reflex. Habits are terrifying, she thought, and she didn’t push her away.

******

Fu Siwan’s social media didn’t have many selfies; it was mostly just “lifestyle” snaps. Bai Qian rarely browsed her feed, but today she had some free time.

Two days ago, Fu Siwan had posted a group photo of the Photography Society. Bai Qian zoomed in, casually scanning the young faces. Her gaze froze on a young man in the far corner. She wasn’t mistaken—that was indeed the “scumbag” protagonist of the original plot.

But Fu Siwan is at a top university now. Why is she still crossing paths with this guy? In the original plot, they met at a vocational college.

Bai Qian quickly composed herself. She didn’t mention the man. Instead, she asked casually, “Did your club only recruit five new members? I saw the group photo.”

“Only five could make it to the event; the others were busy,” Fu Siwan replied, pointing at her juniors. “This girl is great at landscapes. This guy likes portraits. This girl is from a rich family and is just here for fun. And the last girl just started dating our vice-president—she basically got in through the back door.”

Bai Qian found the girl’s talent for gossip strangely familiar. “You know quite a lot. I thought you only cared about the camera.”

Fu Siwan looked proud. “The senior from the Anime Club told me. She’s dating our president and hangs out with us a lot.”

The president of the Photography Society was also a girl.

“There are five new members in the photo,” Bai Qian noted. “What about the last one?”

The one she didn’t mention was the original protagonist, Liu Chengyi.

Fu Siwan answered honestly, “My senior doesn’t like him much, so we didn’t talk about him. I only know a few people well in the club anyway. I haven’t paid much attention to the new juniors.”

Bai Qian breathed a sigh of relief. Good. Better if you never pay attention to him.

“Our club is having a department dinner next weekend,” Fu Siwan added. “We can bring ‘family.’ Will you come with me, Sister?”

Bai Qian was about to refuse, but her eyes caught the group photo again. To be safe, she nodded. “Sure. Which day?”

Fu Siwan hadn’t expected her to agree. She froze for a moment, then lunged into a hug. “Sister! Does this mean you’re finally agreeing to date me?!”

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