My Sweet Little Flower Turned Out to Be a Sinister Ghost - Chapter 39

Bai Qingyu’s gaze first landed on Song Yuehua’s visibly uncomfortable expression, then shifted to the hand clutching the phone.

Was she on a call with that Guo Feifei?

She took off her coat, turned to hang it on the hook, and the faint smile in her eyes gradually faded.

After avoiding Bai Qingyu’s gaze, Song Yuehua took two deep breaths. The “testing method” she had just discussed with Guo Feifei was still swirling in her mind, making her so flustered that she couldn’t face Bai Qingyu normally.

Turning to face Song Yuehua, Bai Qingyu put on a gentle smile again and walked toward her with a paper bag.

Song Yuehua forced a smile and took two small steps forward, trying to sound natural as she asked, “What’s this?”

“The strawberry cake you praised last week,” Bai Qingyu said, handing her the bag.

Song Yuehua looked down into the bag. The strawberry cake was perfectly intact, clearly carefully held to prevent it from getting jostled.

She licked her lips and asked, “Have you eaten yet?”

Bai Qingyu shook her head. “I’m not very hungry.”

Song Yuehua studied her face for a moment, it looked paler than usual, with faint dark circles under her eyes. It was obvious she hadn’t been resting well lately.

Biting her lower lip, she tentatively suggested, “Then I’ll cook two packs of instant noodles. Would you like to have some with me? Something warm is better than an empty stomach.”

Bai Qingyu asked with concern, “Haven’t you had dinner yet?”

Song Yuehua was taken aback, not expecting her to focus on her dinner first. A warm feeling spread in her chest. Remembering her goal, she replied, “I-I did, but I wasn’t full. I’m a little hungry again now.”

“Then make a pack for me too,” Bai Qingyu said.

“Go take a shower!” Song Yuehua quickly took the paper bag, afraid that continuing the conversation would give her away. She gently nudged Bai Qingyu’s arm. “You must be exhausted after a busy day. By the time you finish showering, the noodles will be ready.”

“Okay,” Bai Qingyu said, letting herself be pushed along. She couldn’t resist reaching out, her cool fingertips lightly pinching Song Yuehua’s soft cheek, as gentle as touching cotton. “I’m looking forward to it.”

With that, she turned and left, leaving Song Yuehua with only her slender retreating figure.

Song Yuehua stood silently for a moment before hugging the paper bag tightly to her chest. Step by step, she walked to the kitchen and placed it in the refrigerator.

She took two packs of instant noodles from the cabinet and boiled a pot of water. Once the water was boiling, she added the noodles, cracked two eggs into the pot, and washed a handful of greens.

Taking two white porcelain plates from the cupboard, she carefully arranged the noodles, gently separating them with chopsticks and laying the greens on top before drizzling a bit of sesame oil over them.

Hearing the water in the bathroom stop, Song Yuehua hurried to the refrigerator, took out the strawberry cake, and cut it into four small pieces.

Then, slowly but deliberately, she carried everything to the dining table.

Bai Qingyu had wrapped her hair in a shower cap, and droplets of water dripped from the edges, dampening the collar of her white bathrobe.

As she walked out, the belt of her bathrobe was loosely tied, revealing a slender neck and the hollow of her collarbone, where a couple of water droplets still clung. Her skin, flushed from the bath, glowed with a soft pink hue, and the scent of shower gel lingered around her.

Song Yuehua’s gaze had barely landed on her collarbone before she quickly looked away, swallowing lightly. She tried to maintain a calm demeanor, gesturing toward the bowl of noodles. “Come eat while it’s still warm. I’ve already prepared everything.”

Bai Qingyu sat down at the dining table, picked up her chopsticks, and under Song Yuehua’s unwavering stare, took a bite of the noodles. “It’s delicious.”

Song Yuehua lowered her head slightly. “Have more if you like it. There’s more in the pot, and I can cook more if it’s not enough.” She didn’t have much of an appetite herself and had intentionally served herself a small portion earlier. After finishing her noodles and setting down her chopsticks, her eyes lit up as she reached for the strawberry cake plate nearby.

The strawberries on the cake were plump and red, coated in a thin layer of powdered sugar. When bitten into, they released a sweet, refreshing juice. The soft cream was filled with a mango filling, and as soon as the spoon dug in, golden mango juice dripped along its edge.

Song Yuehua eagerly put the spoon into her mouth, the sweetness instantly flooding her taste buds. Her eyes curved into happy crescents.

At some point, Song Xiaomi had crept over, standing on tiptoe and leaning against the table edge, its little nose sniffing lightly near the cake plate. Its tail wagged rapidly, clearly drawn in by the aroma.

Afraid the cat might knock over the plate, Song Yuehua gently pushed its little head. “No mischief. You can’t have this.”

The kitten let out a dissatisfied “meow,” its tail swishing heavily across the back of Song Yuehua’s hand. As it jumped off the table, it deliberately stepped on her slipper before stomping off toward the cat tree, its claws scrabbling noisily up the post.

Bai Qingyu quickly finished the noodles in her bowl. Seeing that only a small portion of the cake remained in front of Song Yuehua, she pushed her own untouched plate toward her, her tone casual. “You have it. I don’t like things too sweet. Too much cream makes me feel sick.”

Song Yuehua’s hand, holding the spoon, paused.

She already knew she had untoward feelings for Bai Qingyu and couldn’t act the same as before. So, she said, “You bought this, how can you not have even a bite? I’ve already had plenty. You have this half.” She paused, then added, “By the way, how much was the cake? I’ll transfer the money to you later.”

The warmth in Bai Qingyu’s eyes instantly faded, and the smile that had been playing on her lips stiffened. “No need to transfer money. I just picked it up on the way.”

Unaware of her mood, Song Yuehua thought she was being considerate and continued, “Don’t go to so much trouble in the future. You’re busy enough with work every day, no need to specially bring me these things. If I want something, I can just buy it myself at the supermarket.”

Bai Qingyu looked up and asked, “What do you mean by that?”

Song Yuehua believed that pursuing someone required proper effort, this wasn’t just about being friends. The pursuer should be the one giving gifts; it should be her buying things for Bai Qingyu. So, she said, “I just don’t want you to overexert yourself. You have to handle company matters every day, and remembering my preferences on top of that is too much effort. It’s not just the cake, in the future, you don’t need to specially bring me anything else. I can manage on my own.”

Bai Qingyu’s brows slowly furrowed, a faint shadow clouding her eyes. Her throat moved slightly, but she said nothing.

Song Yuehua, still oblivious to her mood, was only thinking about “showing her worth.”

“I’ll go wash the dishes. You rest for a bit.”

Bai Qingyu felt as if something inside her was about to break free.

Why?

Because Guo Feifei was already in the picture, was she no longer needed? Or had Bai Qingyu sensed her feelings and wanted to cut ties with her?

Watching Song Yuehua swiftly clear the tableware, Bai Qingyu’s eyes flashed with a fierce resolve. Her lowered hand tightened on the edge of her bathrobe.

It was as if she could hear the sound of chains falling within her heart.

When Song Yuehua finished washing the dishes and came out, she noticed a few damp strands of hair peeking out from under Bai Qingyu’s shower cap. Droplets of water trickled down the strands, dripping onto her collarbone, giving off a cool, refreshing vibe. Concerned, she said, “Go blow-dry your hair quickly, or you might get a headache.”

Bai Qingyu lowered her eyelashes, casting a faint shadow under her eyes. “Mm, I know.” She stood up and was about to head to the bathroom when Song Yuehua spoke again.

Just as she turned, Song Yuehua suddenly realized that helping blow-dry her hair could be a perfect opportunity to win Bai Qingyu’s favor.

So, she said, “Qingqing, let me help you blow-dry your hair.”

Bai Qingyu paused mid-step and turned back to look at her.

Her mind flashed to the items on the bathroom counter that she hadn’t dared let Song Yuehua see. She shook her head gently. “No need, I can do it myself. You must be tired too, rest early.”

For a moment, Song Yuehua felt at a loss, but she quickly composed herself.

It’s fine, being rejected when pursuing someone is normal.

“Alright, then hurry and dry your hair so you don’t catch a cold,” she said.

A flicker of light passed through Bai Qingyu’s eyes. “How about I take you to school tomorrow morning? I’d like to meet your friend, too.”

After meeting Guo Feifei, she might be able to offer better advice.

Song Yuehua thought for a few seconds, then nodded. “Okay.”

Bai Qingyu hummed in acknowledgment and turned back to her room.

Song Yuehua also returned to her room. As soon as she pushed the door open, she threw herself onto the bed, burying her face in the pillow and letting out a soft groan.

She flipped over, covering her flushed cheeks with her hands.

She didn’t dare use Guo Feifei’s methods to test Bai Qingyu.

She could only rely on her own clumsy ways to pursue her.

Surely Bai Qingyu could tell she was being courted, right?

…

The weather was gradually warming up. Though Song Yuehua still slept under a cotton quilt, she would inexplicably kick it off by morning, leaving her throat hoarse when she woke up.

Today, as soon as she opened her eyes, she reached out and was pleasantly surprised to find the quilt still snugly wrapped around her.

It seemed the words she’d silently repeated to herself before bed had worked.

After packing her schoolbag, the two of them headed out together.

As Bai Qingyu’s car turned onto the main road, the morning light slanted through the window, falling across her profile. Her eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyes, and her long, slender fingers, with their distinct knuckles, gripped the black steering wheel. When turning, her wrist moved with a light, graceful twist: calm, precise, and effortlessly elegant.

Song Yuehua’s gaze unconsciously lingered on her hands, her cheeks warming subtly. She quickly averted her eyes, pretending to look at the scenery outside.

While waiting at a red light, Bai Qingyu noticed Song Yuehua turned away, offering only her profile as she gazed out the window.

A flicker of determination crossed Bai Qingyu’s eyes.

Song Yuehua had messaged Guo Feifei the night before to meet at the intersection.

After parking at school, the two went to find Guo Feifei.

Spotting Song Yuehua, Guo Feifei waved.

But as they drew closer, her eyes landed on Bai Qingyu behind her and abruptly froze. Her eyes widened bit by bit, and her mouth fell slightly open. “Bai… Senior Bai?”

Seeing that Guo Feifei knew Bai Qingyu, Song Yuehua felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Bai Qingyu didn’t miss the change in Song Yuehua’s expression. She gritted her teeth slightly, then gave Guo Feifei a once-over before smiling and extending her hand. “Hello, Guo Feifei.”