Male Lead, Let Go of That Heroine—Let Me! [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Xiao Su and Fang Xiaoxiao had noticed recently that the relationship between Zong Yue and Yan Hui had become somewhat intimate. They couldn’t pinpoint exactly how, but they constantly felt as if the two were up to some secret little business.

For example, right now…

Yan Hui leaned in toward Zong Yue with a sly expression, holding a bottle of mineral water. Acting the part of a fragile maiden, she asked Zong Yue to open the cap for her.

Xiao Su and Fang Xiaoxiao expected Zong Yue to give Yan Hui a roll of the eyes and toss the bottle aside.

The result—

Zong Yue opened the cap, handed it back, and actually f*cking smiled at Yan Hui!!!

Yan Hui took a sip, then offered the bottle back to Zong Yue, deliberately teasing her, “Want a drink?”

“No thanks.” Zong Yue saw through Yan Hui’s little scheme instantly.

Yan Hui pouted aggrievedly, “Are you disgusted by me?”

Zong Yue glanced at her. “I am not.”

“Then take a sip, otherwise you are disgusted by me.” Yan Hui pushed her luck.

“…” Helpless, Zong Yue took the bottle and took a sip directly from it. “Happy now?”

Yan Hui took it back and also took a sip from the same spot, smiling suggestively at Zong Yue. “Very.”

The tips of Zong Yue’s ears turned red. She stopped watching Yan Hui’s antics and turned around, only to find Xiao Su and Fang Xiaoxiao staring at them with bizarre expressions.

Zong Yue: “……”

With less than a month until the concert, Zong Yue had to join the set of The Imperial Court while Yan Hui had variety show recordings. With time being so tight, the four of them had to seize every second for practice.

Zong Yue was still teaching Yan Hui the choreography, only to find that Yan Hui already knew every move—even though Zong Yue hadn’t taught her much that day.

“You know it all already?”

Yan Hui: “What?”

Zong Yue watched her. During the last few difficult sequences, Yan Hui had performed perfectly. “The dance. You already know it!”

It was a statement, not a question.

“…” Yan Hui shrugged. “I suppose I do.”

Zong Yue raised an eyebrow. “So, you were playing me on purpose last time!?”

“Not ‘playing’ you.”

“Then what was it?”

Yan Hui moved closer to Zong Yue, wrapping an arm around her waist. “It was intentional. I intentionally wanted to be close to you, intentionally wanted you to teach me, intentionally wanted to have…” She leaned into Zong Yue’s bright red ear and whispered, “…skin-to-skin contact.”

Zong Yue: “……”

Zong Yue was left speechless by this torrent of flirtatious words. Suddenly, her phone rang. Zong Yue glanced at it, and her expression changed instantly. “You… practice by yourself for a bit.” She then hurried out of the practice room with her phone.

Yan Hui had caught a glimpse of the caller ID just now.

It was Zong Yue’s gambler father.

A man possessed by the demon of gambling, who had sold off the family assets to fund his habit and nearly sold Zong Yue and her mother to Southeast Asia to work as hostesses. After Zong Yue’s parents divorced, Zong Yue went with her mother, but her father would frequently harass the two of them like a malevolent spirit that couldn’t be shaken off.

Calling Zong Yue at a time like this likely meant he was out of money again. Unable to find Zong Yue’s mother, he could only target Zong Yue, who was now a public figure.

“Yan Hui, are you still practicing?” Fang Xiaoxiao asked, seeing Yan Hui staring in the direction the Captain had left, seemingly lost in thought.

Yan Hui snapped back. “Yes.”

Fang Xiaoxiao gave Yan Hui a strange, lingering look.

“What?” Yan Hui saw the curiosity and doubt on their faces.

Over the past few days, Yan Hui hadn’t lost her temper, hadn’t stirred up trouble, and hadn’t picked fights. She even showed up on time every day for practice. This had given Xiao Su enough courage to speak more freely with her.

“I’ve noticed you and the Captain are getting along better, right?”

Yan Hui nodded. “Yeah. What about it?”

Fang Xiaoxiao saw that Yan Hui wasn’t lying. “That’s good. Actually, the Captain does everything for the sake of the group. Sometimes she doesn’t target you on purpose. Now that things are out in the open, we’re all friends.”

“Right, the Captain is actually a really good person. Don’t be fooled by her usual silence and cold exterior; she’s quite kind to us,” Xiao Su glanced at Yan Hui. “Of course… I’m not saying you’re bad. I just mean it’s good if we all work hard together.”

Yan Hui smiled. “Understood. Let’s practice.”

Seeing Yan Hui smile, Fang Xiaoxiao and Xiao Su breathed long sighs of relief, their hearts finally at ease.

The three of them went through the routine twice more, but Zong Yue still hadn’t returned. Yan Hui didn’t continue practicing; instead, she went out to find her.

Yan Hui knew exactly where Zong Yue would be hiding to take the call.

The fire escape.

Through the gap in the security door, Yan Hui could see a silhouette. Zong Yue was leaning against the wall, her head bowed, lost in thought.

If she wasn’t mistaken, Zong Yue was crying.

Yan Hui didn’t walk in. She leaned against the outer wall, took out a slim cigarette, and lit it.

Zong Yue was strong-willed. Rather than going in to pity her, it was better to give her a quiet environment to compose herself.

She wasn’t a fragile dodder flower that could only depend on others. Having seen the entire plot of this world, Yan Hui knew that before falling for the male lead, Zong Yue was an independent, strong woman—a green bamboo capable of taking root and growing even through hard rock.

As they say, love makes people lose their intelligence.

Zong Yue didn’t like Gu Mingsheng at first, but Gu Mingsheng loved to descend from the heavens whenever Zong Yue was in a difficult spot, offering warmth and helping her deal with her gambler father. This was how he slowly opened her heart.

In the end, Zong Yue discovered that Gu Mingsheng hadn’t approached her because he liked her, but because he had made a bet with others. His kindness had been a sham, leading her to leave him in heartbreak.

Furthermore, Gu Mingsheng’s other mistresses leaked intimate photos of Zong Yue and Gu Mingsheng, resulting in her being cursed and hounded out of the entertainment industry.

Although Gu Mingsheng had approached her with ulterior motives initially, he had truly fallen for her during their time together. The two spent the story entangling and torturing one another until the grand finale brought a resolution.

As the cigarette reached its end, Yan Hui slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.

People were approaching from the distance. Yan Hui looked toward the fire escape, frowned, and pushed the door open to walk in.

Before Zong Yue could react, she was gathered into Yan Hui’s arms. Smelling the familiar fragrance, she was about to speak when Yan Hui pressed her head into her shoulder, muffling her.

“Don’t make a sound, someone’s coming,” Yan Hui whispered, pulling Zong Yue deeper into the shadows. “If you don’t want the whole building knowing by tomorrow that Captain Zong was hiding in the fire escape crying, don’t speak.”

Hearing this, Zong Yue immediately shut her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

People walked past the security door talking and laughing, unaware that anyone was inside.

Zong Yue heard the voices fade away. She tried to pull back but was pressed down again by Yan Hui. “What are you doing?”

Her voice was hoarse from crying.

“Don’t get up yet.” Yan Hui stroked her hair.

“Everyone’s gone, why are you still holding me?” Zong Yue felt a hand wandering across her back and rolled her eyes helplessly; she knew Yan Hui was trying to take advantage of her again.

Yan Hui gently patted Zong Yue’s back and said softly, “Don’t get up. I don’t want to see you cry. It makes my heart ache.”

“……”

Zong Yue froze. Her eyes stung with an unbearable ache. The grievance and pain she had finally managed to suppress came crashing back down, utterly defeated by Yan Hui’s single sentence.

She gripped Yan Hui’s clothes tightly, biting her lip to keep from sobbing or screaming out, but her tears poured out like a broken dam.

Zong Yue trembled with the force of her crying. Yan Hui felt the moisture soaking into her shoulder.

How much is she crying? She’s soaked my clothes.

Yan Hui gently patted her back, coaxing her, “It’s okay, I’m here… I’m here. I’ll handle everything.”

In the silent stairwell.

Yan Hui could only feel her trembling. She frowned and pulled Zong Yue back slightly.

She saw that the silly girl had bitten her own lip until it bled.

“Stop biting,” Yan Hui pinched Zong Yue’s chin. “If you ruin your lips, how are you going to film tomorrow? Open up.”

Zong Yue kept her head down and remained silent, her eyes bloodshot and swollen.

Yan Hui looked at her pitiful state. She was used to Zong Yue’s powerful and cold demeanor; seeing her now, fragile and tearful like a pear blossom in the rain, she truly felt a pang of heartache.

Zong Yue bit her lip and refused to open her mouth. Yan Hui wasn’t one to indulge her; she pinched her chin, lowered her head, and kissed her.

If I can’t pry you open with my hands, my tongue surely will.

Yan Hui raised Zong Yue’s hands and pinned them against the wall.

All of her sobs, whimpers, pain, and suffering were taken over by Yan Hui.

Yan Hui sucked on her lower lip and said warmly, “If you want to cry, let it out. I’m here, I’ll swallow it for you.”

“Be good now,” Yan Hui gave her light, tender kisses filled with affection. “I’m right here. Don’t be afraid.”

This time.

Zong Yue tilted her head back and actively kissed the one who made her heart stir.

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