My Sweet Little Flower Turned Out to Be a Sinister Ghost - Chapter 3

“Did I tell you to let Bai Qingyu leave?” Song Yuelan stared directly at her.

Song Yuehua guiltily shook her head, her gaze unconsciously drifting elsewhere, unable to meet her sister’s eyes.

“Feeling bold now?” Song Yuelan stepped toward her.

Song Yuehua put on an ingratiating smile.

But Song Yuelan ignored her, casually rolling up her sleeves to reveal her well-defined forearms before settling on the sofa. Without looking up, she said, “Go pour me some tea.”

“Ah, okay.” Song Yuehua was momentarily stunned. Though she didn’t understand why her sister suddenly wanted tea, she obediently agreed and turned toward the tea room.

She returned with a teacup and carefully placed it on the coffee table in front of Song Yuelan.

As Song Yuelan picked up the cup, Song Yuehua was about to sit on the adjacent sofa when she saw her sister’s face instantly darken.

“What’s wrong?” Song Yuehua looked puzzled. She had followed the steps correctly, there shouldn’t be any issue.

“Are you trying to scald me to death?” Song Yuelan slammed the teacup back onto the table, splashing some tea and leaving dark stains on the surface.

Song Yuehua pouted. How was she supposed to know Song Yuelan wouldn’t blow on it before drinking?

“From now on, your allowance is cut in half,” Song Yuelan declared, setting the cup down.

“Okay,” Song Yuehua replied, her heart utterly unperturbed. After all, she had no attachment to the original owner’s allowance, halving it meant nothing to her.

It seemed Song Yuelan hadn’t noticed anything unusual about her at all. Perhaps she didn’t need to exhaust herself pretending anymore.

“I’ll inform the guards and Aunt Li. Next time you come, they won’t let you in,” Song Yuelan added coldly.

Song Yuehua couldn’t care less. She had only come to this villa to help Bai Qingyu escape. Now that her goal was achieved, she had no desire to return.

“If you dare lie again and claim it was my idea, it won’t be just a halved allowance,” Song Yuelan warned.

So, it wasn’t about letting Bai Qingyu go, it was about falsely using her name.

Song Yuehua finally understood: Song Yuelan’s anger stemmed not from Bai Qingyu’s release, but from the misrepresentation of her authority.

A sense of “I knew it” washed over her. While reading the novel, she had felt that much of the tragedy arose from Song Yuelan consistently prioritizing her own interests over Bai Qingyu.

Though many readers pointed to subtle details as evidence of Song Yuelan’s care for Bai Qingyu, Song Yuehua found those arguments unconvincing. Just like now, all Song Yuelan seemed concerned about was whether her authority had been challenged.

Song Yuehua looked up at Song Yuelan’s expressionless face and suddenly realized that changing Bai Qingyu’s fate might be even harder than she had imagined.

“Why did you let Bai Qingyu go?” Song Yuelan finally asked leisurely, her fingertips lightly tracing the rim of the teacup.

Finally, the question came.

Song Yuehua secretly swallowed. “I just wanted to see who could make my sister go to such lengths.”

“Hmm?” Song Yuelan raised an eyebrow, her tone drawn out and scrutinizing. “And then?”

“I’ve discovered… that person is Bai Qingyu.” Song Yuehua deliberately paused, observing Song Yuelan’s expression.

“Do you know her?” A flicker of confusion passed through Song Yuelan’s eyes.

Song Yuehua’s mouth twitched imperceptibly. It was one thing for her, a transmigrator, not to know, but how could her own sister be unaware? “She’s my senior from school, she substituted as our class monitor for a while.”

Song Yuelan nodded noncommittally, her face showing no trace of guilt for being uninformed about her sister’s life.

“She told me that you were so busy you forgot her here, and asked me to help send her back.” As she spoke, Song Yuehua watched Song Yuelan’s expression from the corner of her eye.

“Are you and Bai Qingyu close?” Song Yuelan asked.

“Yes.” Song Yuehua forced herself to lie through her teeth. “Senior is really nice, she helped me a lot when I first started school.”

Since Song Yuelan didn’t even know they were acquainted, these fabricated details would likely be impossible to verify.

“We still chat frequently on WeChat.” Song Yuehua deliberately showed a surprised expression. “I never expected she would know you too, sister.”

At the mention of “Bai Qingyu,” Song Yuelan’s fingers gripping the teacup tightened abruptly, her knuckles turning white.

She did indeed know Bai Qingyu. Three months ago, at that academic lecture, the girl in the white shirt stood by the question podium, sunlight falling on her serious profile as if gilding it.

Song Yuelan admitted to herself that was the moment she became interested. Afterwards, she had sent countless invitation messages, all of which sank without response.

Yesterday, when she happened to see Bai Qingyu working at the coffee shop, she deliberately spilled coffee on her, using the pretext of making amends to somewhat forcefully bring her back to the villa.

Unexpectedly, an emergency arose at the company, forcing her to leave Bai Qingyu there temporarily, planning to return and have a proper conversation after handling the matter.

“Bai Qingyu even praised you, sister, saying you’re particularly kind.” Song Yuehua pitched her voice higher, pouring out the prepared speech she had concocted, secretly clenching her hands on her lap. “She said even though she stained her shirt and couldn’t afford to compensate, you didn’t say anything harsh and kindly brought her back to the villa instead.”

Inside, Song Yuehua was crying rivers of tears. Thankfully it was a sunny day – if it were overcast, she wouldn’t dare say such things, afraid a storm would break out immediately after speaking.

Song Yuelan touched her nose.

“I knew you were busy with company matters, so I didn’t dare disturb you.” Song Yuehua quickly seized the opportunity to press her advantage, trying to make her expression appear utterly sincere. “So, I took the liberty of taking Bai Qingyu out. Before she left, she specifically asked me to thank you and said she’d repay you for the shirt as soon as possible.”

Song Yuelan held her teacup in silence for a moment, the steam from the rim clouding her features. She neither approved nor disapproved.

“Sister, do you like Bai Qingyu?” Song Yuehua lowered her head, her voice muffled, deliberately feigning the demeanor of a proper sister-con.

“Yes.”

Song Yuelan responded as if answering the most ordinary question. She picked up the slightly cooled tea, took a sip, her gaze falling on the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup.

“Will you marry her?”

“Don’t know.” Song Yuelan set down the teacup, its base making a light clink against the coffee table.

No wonder you’re headed for the crematorium in your pursuit.

“Bai Qingyu is beautiful and very approachable with people.” Song Yuehua’s tone shifted. “When classmates come to her with problems, she’s always eager to help. But she seems quite hard to pursue—several people in our college have tried for a long time, only to be firmly rejected.”

Song Yuelan leaned in attentively.

“However, she doesn’t seem to like guys much. Every time a guy tries to pursue her, she turns them down immediately.”

“What about girls?” Song Yuelan asked.

Song Yuehua licked her dry lips. “There was a girl who pursued her for a long time, bringing Bai Qingyu breakfast every day and inviting her out whenever she had free time. After a while, Bai Qingyu seemed to soften a bit. But who knew, that girl suddenly lost patience and tried to force the issue…”

“Did she succeed?” Song Yuelan asked.

“No, someone passing by saw it happen.” Song Yuehua shook her head.

“You know quite a lot. Did Bai Qingyu tell you all this?” Song Yuelan asked casually.

A chill ran down Song Yuehua’s spine. “No, some of it I heard from others, some Bai Qingyu told me herself.”

Of course, she actually knew all this from the plot.

As readers, they naturally understood why that girl suddenly gave up on pursuing Bai Qingyu.

But as characters in the book, probably only a few witnesses knew the truth.

Bai Qingyu truly lived up to her reputation as a kind and innocent “little white flower” she even considered that girl’s feelings and didn’t reveal the truth to others.

Song Yuehua gave an ambiguous answer.

“Anyway, after that, Bai Qingyu avoided that girl completely and her expression would change whenever she heard her name.” Song Yuehua exaggerated.

So, if you want to pursue Bai Qingyu, you absolutely must not try to force anything!

Song Yuehua cautiously observed Song Yuelan’s expression.

Watching her face shift unpredictably.

Song Yuelan remained silent, while Song Yuehua nervously twisted the hem of her clothes.

“Let it slide this time. Your allowance stays the same.” Song Yuelan suddenly spoke.

Song Yuehua looked up at her.

“Go build a good relationship with Bai Qingyu. Find opportunities to invite her out so she and I can develop feelings.” Song Yuelan said matter-of-factly.

“But…” Song Yuehua pressed her lips tightly to keep from smiling, struggling to maintain the conflicted expression befitting a devoted younger sister.

“Song Yuehua.” Song Yuelan’s voice hardened.

“Fine.” Song Yuehua quickly lowered her head, her bangs falling to cover her eyes and hide the barely contained laughter within.

Hehe, plan accomplished!

Now Bai Qingyu should be able to escape the tragic fate written in the book, right?

Seeing her agree, Song Yuelan’s expression softened slightly, and she even adopted a rare gentle tone: “Aren’t you close with Bai Qingyu? If she becomes your sister-in-law in the future, you two can spend more time together.”

Song Yuehua rolled her eyes internally, how is that the same?

If the original host heard this, she’d probably explode on the spot, wanting to tear Bai Qingyu apart. But she wasn’t the original host, she just wanted to shout “Wake up!” at Song Yuelan.

“Mhm.” Song Yuehua squeezed out a monosyllable from her throat, burying her head even lower.

“Tell me about any interactions you have with her.” Song Yuelan added, her tone unable to conceal its controlling nature.

“Okay.” Song Yuehua still kept her head down.

“Alright, you can go back now.” Song Yuelan said.

Song Yuehua stood up and, before leaving, took Bai Qingyu’s clothes with her.