I Don't Want To Fall In Love With The Heroine [Quick Wear] - Chapter 45: End of World 3

Bai Qian shattered her romantic delusions instantly. “I’m going as your sister. Please don’t misunderstand. Thank you.”

Fu Siwan countered with exaggerated bravado. “This is a department dinner; we’re only allowed to bring significant others! If you want to come with me, Sister, you must go as my girlfriend!”

“Then I’m not going. I wasn’t that keen on it anyway.”

The little rabbit folded instantly. “Fine, fine! Sister it is. But you promised, so no backing out!”

*****

Bai Qian and Fu Siwan were the last to arrive. As they approached the table, the group fell into a stunned silence, mesmerized by the cool, sophisticated beauty walking beside Fu Siwan.

Finally, the senior student Bai Qian had seen in the photos broke the silence. “Siwan, you little rascal! You’ve been hiding such a gorgeous partner all this time? What, were you afraid we’d try to steal her from you?”

Her comment sparked a wave of good-natured teasing from the rest of the table. One look at Fu Siwan’s face and Bai Qian knew the girl had been playing her little mind games behind her back again. With so many eyes on them, Bai Qian couldn’t exactly cause a scene. She greeted everyone with a polite, distant smile and took the two reserved seats next to the senior.

Bai Qian was used to pampering Fu Siwan in every possible way; even now, as the group shared a hotpot, she made it her mission to keep the “spoiled rabbit” well-fed. The senior watched them with envious sighs until her own partner’s darkening expression forced her to shut up.

The Photography Society had several girls who lived for “shipping” couples, and they weren’t about to let this goldmine pass them by. The sugar content of the scene was off the charts: this elegant, jade-like woman spent the entire night serving Fu Siwan as if no one else existed. Her expression remained cool and composed, but the “fox-like” eyes behind her lenses softened with habitual warmth whenever they landed on her companion.

The three girls watching them spent the night screaming internally: Watching other people fall in love really is the best entertainment!

******

The senior, Zhao Mingming, lived only two kilometers from Bai Qian’s place. Since she and her partner had always looked out for “their kid,” it only made sense for Bai Qian to drive them home.

As they reached the car, Zhao Mingming’s sharp eyes caught two people walking past. Once they were out of earshot, she spoke excitedly. “Wasn’t that Zhao Xiaohan? She’s leaving with that new freshman guy. Is there something going on there?”

Bai Qian caught a glimpse of the “scumbag” protagonist’s profile in the rearview mirror just before he vanished. She started the car, listening as Zhao Mingming began gossiping with the younger students.

“Siwan, Zhao Xiaohan is in your major, right?”

“I don’t know her well,” Siwan replied. “We don’t really talk.”

“Fair enough. You only really talk to me anyway,” Mingming nodded. “But since we mentioned that freshman, let me give you a heads-up: stay away from him. Got it?”

“Why?”

Mingming’s face twisted in disgust. “He got beaten up outside school a couple of days ago. A junior told me he cheated with the girlfriend of a senior in the Law School. The senior found out and hired some guys to teach him a lesson. Karma, honestly.”

“If he’s a scumbag, shouldn’t someone warn Zhao Xiaohan?”

The senior laughed. “No need. Her brother is a total ‘sister-con.’ He checks in on her every other day. They’ll run into the truth soon enough.”

About a month later, Bai Qian heard the update on the protagonist’s fate. He didn’t end up falling to Zhao Xiaohan’s brother, though. He had tried his old tricks again, this time sleeping with the girlfriend of a senior from the School of Liberal Arts.

The senior had caught them in the act—in his own future marital home. He had kicked the door down to find the protagonist and his girlfriend in bed together. They had been dating for eight years and were due to be engaged the following month. The shock nearly broke the senior’s mind. His family had some influence, and they weren’t about to let it slide.

“I heard the family hired a male streamer who specializes in ‘trap’ content—dressing as a woman,” Fu Siwan explained, scrolling through her phone. “The streamer lured him to a hotel… I think you can guess the rest.”

Bai Qian blinked, connecting the dots. “Did they… film it?”

“Mhm. The streamer uploaded it himself. It was all over the campus forums a couple of days ago. The video was taken down, but most of the school has already seen it.”

“And did you see it?”

The girl huffed. “I was a step too late. I missed it.”

******

Every year, Fu Siwan went home with Bai Qian for the New Year. In her junior year of university, a new face joined the table: Bai Qian’s younger cousin, Miao Miao.

Miao Miao was a high school freshman, even younger than Siwan. Her father had warned them she was shy, but within minutes of meeting Siwan, the two girls were chatting like old friends.

In the kitchen, Mo Qingqing and Bai Qian were preparing lunch, the sound of the girls’ laughter drifting in from the living room.

“Siwan is already a junior,” Mo Qingqing noted. “When are you planning to marry her?”

Bai Qian nearly sliced her finger. “Mom, that kiss back then was a misunderstanding. We aren’t in that kind of relationship.”

Mo Qingqing gave a dissatisfied huff. “Daughters truly change as they grow. When you were little, you told me everything. Now that you have your own career, you keep it all to yourself. It’s heartbreaking.”

“Since when did you start acting like Dad?” Bai Qian sighed.

“Never mind that. A ‘bad child’ who hides her heart has no right to tell me what to do.”

Left with no choice, Bai Qian made up an excuse. “She hasn’t graduated yet. There’s no rush to get married.”

Mo Qingqing beamed instantly. “So you mean you’ll marry her as soon as she graduates?”

“We’ll see when the time comes.”

That was enough for Mo Qingqing. “Alright, alright. I know you have a plan. Your father and I won’t nag anymore. Now, go to the living room and keep Siwan company.”

Bai Qian was ushered out of the kitchen with a plate of sliced braised beef. The girls were watching a variety show, the volume loud enough to mask her footsteps.

“Siwan-jie, look!” Miao Miao was gushing. “I totally ship this guy with Number 2. A furniture designer and a psychologist—the age gap is perfect! They have so much chemistry!”

Fu Siwan looked disinterested, lounging against a cat-paw pillow. “He’s not even as good-looking as your sister.”

Miao Miao’s ears perked up. “Siwan-jie, what’s my sister like when it’s just you two? We have such a generation gap; she’s always so stoic and expressionless around me. Since you’re dating her, she can’t be like that with you, right?”

At the mention of Bai Qian, Fu Siwan’s expression became animated. “Your sister? Oh, she’s completely different with me.”

Unaware that Bai Qian was right behind them, the girl continued her bold lies without a blush. “Don’t let that cold exterior fool you. She’s actually incredibly clingy. When I was studying for the entrance exams at her place, she moved all her work home just to be near me every day. She wouldn’t even let me study in peace! And I can’t even be mean to her—the moment I raise my voice, she turns into a total crybaby.”

“A crybaby?! My sister?!” Miao Miao gasped. “My aunt said she’s barely cried since she was a toddler! She actually cries in front of you?”

Fu Siwan sighed with feigned helplessness. “Yes… even at thirty, she acts like a child when she wants to be pampered. But you know how it is—she’s beautiful, and beautiful people get special privileges. Oh, but don’t you dare ask your aunt or her about this. She’s very thin-skinned; she only acts like this with me. In front of others… well, you know how she keeps up appearances.”

Miao Miao nodded fervently. “Double standards for her lover! I totally get it! Don’t worry, Siwan-jie, I will take this secret to my grave!”

Fu Siwan nodded, satisfied, but then a cold, low voice whispered in her ear.

“What are you two discussing that’s so funny?”

Bai Qian was standing right behind her. Since they were huddled close, Miao Miao heard it too. Her expression became… complicated. Anyone who enjoyed “shipping” would have recognized the look on her face.

Fu Siwan’s reaction was different. She knew exactly what that tone meant: Bai Qian had heard every single word of her shameless boasting.

“Sister… you’re done in the kitchen?” the girl asked with a guilty smile.

Bai Qian stared at her blankly and handed the plate of beef to the wide-eyed Miao Miao.

“I’ll be in my room waiting for you.”

With that, she turned and left.

Miao Miao finally found her voice. “What does she do when she’s jealous? Is she calling you in there to ‘vent’ all that sourness with her mouth? Have you tongue-kissed? Was there… you know… string? Like a French kiss?”

“…” For the first time, Fu Siwan was silenced by a teenage girl’s bluntness.

******

Inside the room, Fu Siwan closed the door and tried to look composed. Bai Qian sneered at her. “Clingy? A crybaby? I see that while your other traits haven’t changed, your ability to lie has certainly improved over the years.”

Fu Siwan didn’t dare look her in the eye, acting all shy and demure. Before Bai Qian could mock her further, she was grabbed by the shoulders and pressed onto the bed.

Fu Siwan used her actions to provide the “explanation” Miao Miao had been asking for. Caught off guard, Bai Qian bit the girl’s lip in frustration. Instead of backing off, the sting seemed to act like a stimulant, driving Fu Siwan to deepen the kiss even further.

Miao Miao had asked about tongue-kissing, “string,” and French style. Fu Siwan made sure they tried all of them.

When the kiss finally ended, the culprit buried her face in Bai Qian’s chest, launching a preemptive strike. “It’s all your fault for not dating me. I love you so much I’ve started having delusions. I just had an episode in front of Miao Miao. What if it gets worse?”

Bai Qian: “???”

“So… for the sake of my mental health, please, Sister… date me.”

Bai Qian shoved the girl’s head away. “Get lost!”

She stood up, smoothed her hair, and tied it back with the hair-tie she found on the rug, ignoring the girl’s watery, piteous gaze as she walked out.

When she returned to the living room, Miao Miao’s eyes scanned her like radar. Bai Qian didn’t wear makeup at home; her usually pale lips were now a swollen, vivid crimson. The teenager looked like she was about to faint from excitement.

Seconds later, the second protagonist of the love story emerged. When Miao Miao saw the small cut on Fu Siwan’s lower lip, her expression shifted from confusion to an even more ecstatic realization within three seconds.

*****

Fu Siwan followed Bai Qian into the kitchen. Mo Qingqing, seeing the mood, smiled and tactfully retreated, leaving the two of them alone.

The girl tugged on Bai Qian’s sleeve. “Sister, don’t be mad. I won’t say things like that anymore.”

Bai Qian, now taking over the vegetable prep, gave a cold snort. She wanted to see how long this “remorse” would last. Experience told her that the “rabbit” always acted sweet and repentant at first, only to burst into tears minutes later, complaining that Bai Qian was ignoring her.

But she had miscalculated. Fu Siwan had no intention of actually repenting. After a single sentence of apology, she transitioned directly into a sob.

“I’m twenty years old and you still won’t date me. You don’t even hate me—why won’t you just say yes? Sob…”

“Everyone thinks we’re together, but I don’t even dare touch your hand! If I want to steal a kiss, I have to worry like I did just now, scared that you’ll be angry… I didn’t even dare use much force! I’m being so careful, and you don’t understand my heart at all!”

Bai Qian: I might be from another world, but you… you are a real piece of work!

The girl grew more theatrical by the second, clutching Bai Qian’s sleeve tighter. “And you yelled at me! Sob… I didn’t even do anything wrong, and you’re so mean to me! It hurts… my heart hurts so much!”

She burrowed into Bai Qian’s embrace like a human accessory, pressing herself against her. “Sister… sob… please date me. I want to be your girlfriend so badly.”

Forced away from the counter, Bai Qian set down the knife and moved the cutting board to safety before looking down at the girl looking up at her like a pining kitten. Finally, she sighed.

“Do you really love me?”

“Only you.”

“You really want to date?”

“Yes!”

Bai Qian leaned in and, for the first time, gave her a tender, proactive kiss.

“Get into a master’s program at A-University, and I’ll say yes.”

******

Years later, Fu Siwan held her admission notice and finally pinned the woman she had coveted for so long onto the bed.

“Sister… I’m here for my reward.”

*******

New World Loading…

[New World Transmission Complete. Welcome, Guardian. Objective: Change the fate of the Female Lead who dies tragically from an infection.]

Bai Qian lit a cigarette. The pale mist curled upward, her refined features flickering in and out of the shadows. It was nearly 10:00 PM—the time when the city’s nightlife truly begins.

Her quiet, orchid-like aura was at odds with the noisy surroundings. Combined with her stunning beauty, she quickly drew the attention of the crowds entering and leaving the bars. A few men tried to approach her, but a single cold, indifferent glance from her was enough to send them scurrying.

When the cigarette was half-burnt, the person she was waiting for finally appeared.

She was a tall woman with long hair, features as striking as a blooming rose, and skin that seemed to glow in the dark. She wore a white crop top and tan hot pants that showed off her long legs. She walked with a purposeful, winning smile; a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

Bai Qian had her own goal. The moment the woman appeared, she locked eyes with her. Sensing the heat of the gaze, the woman turned and found her in the crowd.

An unspoken current passed between them. Without a word, a silent agreement was struck. Jian Wanqing adjusted her pace, walking toward Bai Qian with a look of invitation in her eyes.

The two women—different in temperament but equally beautiful—stood together, drawing every eye in the vicinity. Rivals? Friends? Two seconds later, the taller woman moved. She whispered something and then, in front of everyone, naturally took the cigarette from Bai Qian’s mouth. She placed it between her own lips, her eyes dancing with a playful intimacy.

She didn’t know how to smoke; she frowned slightly at the taste but gave a nonchalant laugh. “It really is fragrant. It tastes like you.”

Bai Qian added fuel to the fire. She caught the woman’s chin and leaned in, pressing a light, fleeting kiss to her lips as a “greeting.”

“There’s something even better. Want to try?”

Support