My Sweet Little Flower Turned Out to Be a Sinister Ghost - Chapter 69

Bai Qingyu deliberately handed her the bag containing her own clothes with a hint of ulterior motive.

Song Yuehua didn’t notice and, after taking it, lowered her head to focus on tidying up.

The villa was actually quite spacious, but back when she lived here, she was young and busy with school, spending most of her time shuttling between the bedroom and the dining room. Many areas of the house had never been fully utilized.

But now things were different. Now, she and Bai Qingyu were going to live happily and carefree in this house.

As a result, spaces like the walk-in closet, study, and home theater were being put back into use.

The walk-in closet and bedroom were on the first floor, along with an open-plan kitchen and a rectangular table large enough to seat eight people.

The back door opened to a larger garden, where a large sun umbrella stood at the end of a gravel path. Beneath it were a round table and two chairs, with a swing nearby. It seemed someone had been specially hired for maintenance, the lawn was free of weeds, and flowers were blooming in full splendor.

The second floor housed the study, home theater, guest rooms, and the like. Today, they planned to finish organizing the first floor first.

The bedroom on the first floor had a cozy, rustic wood-style design, with a spacious double bed large enough for both of them to stretch out comfortably. This would be their room from now on.

The walk-in closet was next to their bedroom.

While sorting through the bottom layer of the clothing boxes, Song Yuehua uncovered two dresses.

One was an evening gown she had worn only once, and the other was a brand-new white gown.

Holding the white dress up to the light, she admired the delicate fabric and soft sheen, still finding it breathtakingly beautiful. She couldn’t help but sigh, “What a pity. I probably won’t have a chance to wear this in the future.”

She had no intention of attending banquets anymore, so these two dresses were destined to gather dust.

Just then, Bai Qingyu finished organizing the books nearby and walked over. Picking up the dress, she ran her fingertips over the pearls on the hem and said, “Put it away. You can wear it at home.”

Song Yuehua nodded. “You’re right.” With that, she carefully folded the dress and placed it in the innermost compartment of the wardrobe.

After a full three hours, the two of them finally finished organizing the first floor. The cleaners had already thoroughly cleaned the villa, so all that was left was to arrange the belongings they had brought with them.

Exhausted, Song Yuehua collapsed onto the sofa, limbs splayed out, watching as Bai Qingyu unhurriedly tidied up the last few small items.

“I’m tired. I need to rest,” she said lazily.

Bai Qingyu glanced back at her, her eyes brimming with amusement. “You rest. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Song Yuehua obediently agreed, casually turning on the TV to fill the room with some lively noise, then picked up her phone to order takeout.

Just as she completed the order, her phone vibrated with a message from Guo Feifei.

[Guo Feifei: What have you been up to lately?]

[Song Yuehua replied: Moving.]

[Guo Feifei: Moving again? Where to this time?]

Song Yuehua answered truthfully.

[Guo Feifei: I hate rich people.]

The message was followed by a tongue-sticking-out emoji.

Song Yuehua couldn’t help but chuckle, her lips curling into a smile.

“What’s so funny?” Bai Qingyu’s voice came from behind her. She walked around to the back of the sofa and leaned in gently beside Song Yuehua’s ear.

Song Yuehua tilted her head and showed her the phone screen.

After reading the message, Bai Qingyu smiled faintly in response.

Song Yuehua’s tone carried a hint of anticipation. “How about we go out for dinner tonight? We could visit that big bridge, it’s been a while. The evening breeze should feel really nice.”

“Sure,” Bai Qingyu replied, rarely one to turn down Song Yuehua’s suggestions. She reached out and gently brushed away the stray hairs falling across Song Yuehua’s cheek.

Seeing that Bai Qingyu was still standing, Song Yuehua patted the empty spot on the sofa beside her. “Stop cleaning for now, take a break. You’ve been busy all afternoon.”

Bai Qingyu nodded and sat down next to her, the sofa cushion dipping slightly under her weight.

Song Yuehua raised her hand, the one wearing the star bracelet, to her eye level. “You know, now that I think about it, Feifei was the first one to say you had feelings for me. I didn’t believe it back then.”

Bai Qingyu tilted her head to look at her, a trace of amused resignation in her eyes. “Then why did you think I didn’t like you?”

“Because you’re so gentle with everyone,” Song Yuehua blinked. “I thought you were just being your usual kind self, that you’d treat anyone else the same way. So, I never felt sure.”

Bai Qingyu couldn’t help but reach out and lightly pinch the tip of Song Yuehua’s nose with her fingertip. “When have you ever seen me act toward others the way I do with you? Have I ever offered to tutor anyone else at their home? Did I suggest moving in together with anyone else, or take care of their daily life like I do with yours?”

Song Yuehua touched the spot on her nose where she’d been pinched, frowned thoughtfully, then grinned foolishly, her eyes curving into crescents. “Well… now that you mention it, no, you haven’t.”

“You dummy,” Bai Qingyu said affectionately.

Song Yuehua immediately wrinkled her nose in protest, straightening up a bit where she sat. “I am not a dummy.”

“Then who is?” Bai Qingyu raised an eyebrow, deliberately teasing her.

A mischievous glint flashed in Song Yuehua’s eyes. Suddenly, she pointed a finger straight at Bai Qingyu’s nose, pressing down lightly on the delicate bridge with a bit of force. “You are,” she declared, a little smug.

Bai Qingyu gazed at her with an intense expression, but Song Yuehua wasn’t intimidated at all. Instead, she playfully shifted her finger slowly toward the area under Bai Qingyu’s eyes.

“Your dark circles are really noticeable,” she said, her tone tinged with concern.

Bai Qingyu caught her wrist, enveloping Song Yuehua’s hand in her own palm, her thumb gently stroking the other’s fingertips. She lifted her eyes to meet Song Yuehua’s gaze. “Then why don’t you sleep with me?”

Song Yuehua let out a puzzled “Huh?”

“Only when you’re beside me can I fall asleep,” Bai Qingyu murmured, feeling as though she were holding something soft and warm, like a ball of dough.

Remembering the love bite she’d seen that morning, Song Yuehua frowned in confusion. “But if I’m next to you, wouldn’t it be harder for you to sleep?”

Then it finally dawned on her that she needed to settle a score with Bai Qingyu. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, tilted her neck to the side, and leaned closer. “Was it you who did this to me while I was asleep?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.

Bai Qingyu lowered her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was afraid you wouldn’t let me if you were awake… so I had to wait until you were sound asleep.”

Song Yuehua: “…”

Song Yuehua opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words. She stared at Bai Qingyu’s face, so close to her own.

Bai Qingyu’s skin was fair, her brow bone cleanly defined. Even with her eyes downcast, she exuded a sense of gentleness. Any trace of irritation Song Yuehua had felt earlier melted away completely at the sight.

Sensing the shift in Song Yuehua’s expression, Bai Qingyu hooked a finger around her palm and changed the subject. “By the way, how did Guo Feifei figure out I liked you before you did?”

Song Yuehua said, “It’s because of the bracelet. She saw it and thought it was pretty, so she wanted to buy the same one. But when she searched for it, it turned out to be a couples’ set.”

She looked at Bai Qingyu, who was wearing pajamas. The necklace that had previously been tucked away was now openly displayed in front.

Song Yuehua spoke with exaggerated seriousness, “After that day, I was eagerly searching for it, wondering if you were wearing it or where you might have hidden it. I never imagined you’d keep it so well hidden.”

“Did you already like me back then?” Bai Qingyu asked.

“No, it was probably even earlier than that.” Song Yuehua’s cheeks flushed slightly, her fingers fiddling with the buttons on her shirt. “When Feifei pointed it out, my first reaction was panic. Then I started looking for evidence. When I couldn’t find any, I thought you didn’t like me. But when I found out you did, I was overjoyed. Thinking it over carefully, I realized I liked you too. That’s when I became aware of it, but my feelings for you had been there long before. I can’t remember exactly when they started.”

Bai Qingyu let out a soft sigh, tightening her grip on Song Yuehua’s hand. Her voice carried a hint of self-mockery, “I really am a fool.”

Her admission made Song Yuehua’s heart ache with tenderness. Leaning closer, Song Yuehua’s gaze lingered between Bai Qingyu’s forehead and lips for a moment before she gently brushed her lips against Bai Qingyu’s, like a bird pecking and flying away, fleeting and light. “Don’t overthink it,” she said, pulling back slightly, her eyes soft. “Aren’t we already together?”

Bai Qingyu pressed her lips together and nodded.

“Oh, right,” she suddenly remembered something, “Have you told Guo Feifei about us?”

Song Yuehua replied, “Not yet. I haven’t had the chance. If I tell her, she’ll definitely get all proud.”

Bai Qingyu wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer and resting her chin on the top of Song Yuehua’s head. “Tell her. If it weren’t for her, would you have ever realized you liked me?”

“Of course I would,” Song Yuehua murmured, nestling into her embrace. “You’re so special to me. Even without her, I would’ve figured it out sooner or later.”

Bai Qingyu didn’t argue, instead burying her face in the crook of Song Yuehua’s neck, her warm breath brushing against her skin. “That’s good,” she mumbled. “Even if you never realized, I would’ve kept waiting.”

“Then you really would be a silly goose,” Song Yuehua chuckled, poking her back playfully. “Don’t stubbornly cling to something that might not give anything in return.”

“But I want to,” Bai Qingyu said, sounding a bit childish.

“Alright, alright.”

At that moment, Bai Qingyu’s hand slipped into hers. Her fingers were slender and well-defined, and Song Yuehua couldn’t resist the playful urge to gently twist and circle her knuckles.

“So how should I tell Feifei? Just say it directly?” Song Yuehua wondered, feeling a bit conflicted. “Won’t that be too sudden?”

“Let’s treat her to a meal. I want to thank her too,” Bai Qingyu suggested.

“That works,” Song Yuehua agreed, lowering her head to send Guo Feifei a message while Bai Qingyu leaned in to watch.

[Song Yuehua: Are you free sometime soon? I’d like to treat you to a meal and tell you something.]

[Guo Feifei: Sure, what’s so important that it has to be said over a meal?]

[Song Yuehua evaded the question: You’ll find out when the time comes.]

[Guo Feifei: Fine then.]

“That’s enough.” Song Yuehua turned to share the moment with Bai Qingyu, only to find her unexpectedly close. Her nose was almost touching her cheek, their faces merely two centimeters apart, warm breaths mingling in the space between them.

The moment their eyes met, time seemed to slow to a crawl.

Bai Qingyu’s gaze drifted downward, settling on her lips.

Song Yuehua’s heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, she pressed her lips together and quietly set her phone aside.