She Became The Black Lotus’s Pure, Untouchable Love - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

As the pages flipped by, Huo Xingyu felt the temperature in the car spike. Even her fingertips felt a searing heat, as if her own face were about to catch fire.

The cooling system must be broken, she thought with absolute certainty.

By the time she reached the end of the thread, she couldn’t distinguish whether the sensation was in her head or her heart, but a nameless feeling filled her to the brim, overflowing.

She did her best to suppress the corners of her mouth that kept trying to curl upward and lifted her eyes to look at Ning Xiangxiang.

The girl’s small, pale face showed obvious panic and a hint of fear. Her pert nose and the slightly downturned corners of her eyes were flushed red. She looked… she looked like she was about to cry.

So aggrieved. Huo Xingyu suddenly felt a surge of impulse to pinch that soft, bun-like face and tease her.

As expected, Ning Xiangxiang was just as she had predicted: she was very, very much in love with her!

“Why are you looking at this?” Thinking that this flushed face and all this shyness were for her sake, Huo Xingyu couldn’t help but ask.

…

Ning Xiangxiang stared in horror at Huo Xingyu, who was still scrolling through the phone.

She watched as the expressions on Huo Xingyu’s face shifted unpredictably. The tips of her ears gradually turned from pink to a deep crimson, and the corners of her tightly pressed lips twitched up and down.

…What was going on?

Has the “Money-Making Robot’s” programming glitched out?

Ning Xiangxiang hadn’t expected to see such rich emotion and complex expressions on that face today. She sighed inwardly; the doubt she’d held for years about whether Huo Xingyu was a literal clinical case of facial paralysis was finally dispelled today.

“Why are you looking at this?” Huo Xingyu’s clear, cold voice rang out.

Huo Xingyu’s expression returned to a cold hardness. She held the phone up like a piece of criminal evidence in front of the “culprit.”

Judging by this attitude, Ning Xiangxiang speculated: She must be… angry, right?

Based on her understanding, Huo Xingyu was someone who valued privacy immensely and loathed having others pry into her life. She especially hated paparazzi and the spread of rumors. And this thread was full of candid photos and insider gossip. Not only was Ning Xiangxiang reading it, but she had also bookmarked it and turned on update notifications for “long-term study.”

At this moment, she was certain she was dancing a celebratory jig right in the middle of Huo Xingyu’s minefield.

But that was exactly what she wanted: for Huo Xingyu to loathe her, to find her disgusting. She didn’t just want to dance in the minefield; she wanted to bring a full marching band.

Steeling herself, she met Huo Xingyu’s eyes. Adopting the expression of a brazen thug harrassing a lady, she arched an eyebrow and said: “I want to know everything about you.“

How could the dignified Fourth Miss Huo possibly tolerate such greasy language and stalker-like behavior? After this exchange, Huo Xingyu was bound to have an extremely foul impression of her.

Think about it: On their first day meeting, a kind person gives her a ride, only for her to be caught looking at their gossip—and then she shows no remorse when caught. Vile. Simply vile! How could Huo Xingyu ever want to be involved with someone like this?

She would surely kick her out of the car immediately and drive off, ensuring their lives never crossed again. Ning Xiangxiang maintained her “thug” face, her heart racing with excitement. If it weren’t for the fear of being arrested, she’d have pounced on her and screamed, “I’m a creep! Don’t marry me!”

…

Huo Xingyu narrowed her eyes. The Ning Xiangxiang before her had a fearless expression, yet her eyes were red, making her look like she was terrified to the point of tears but desperately trying to act tough.

Why had she never noticed before that Ning Xiangxiang—usually such a composed, calm “good wife”—had such a… vivid side?

She found it amusing. Before she could say anything, Ning Xiangxiang tilted her head up to look her straight in the eye, her gaze firm and her pink lips parting: “I want to know everything about you.”

Huo Xingyu was genuinely stunned by these words. In her mind, it was as if a bolt of thunder had struck.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t been confessed to directly by young girls before. She had heard words ten times more blunt and ten times more exaggerated, and she had never paid them any mind. But this time, she felt her face burning.

Why? Because…

Because Ning Xiangxiang likes me the most.

Because I’ve never heard Ning Xiangxiang say something like this before, so my emotions are being swayed by her, Huo Xingyu thought firmly.

How did the gentle, restrained Ning Xiangxiang in her memory become so direct and passionate? The bunny stickers she kept scrolling through, the “kisses and hugs,” the spoiled tone on WeChat… it turned out that none of it compared to Ning Xiangxiang saying it to her face. It was just so… what was the word?

For a moment, Huo Xingyu was at a loss for words. Many complex emotions were intertwined—not just a sudden surge of joy from nowhere, but also a hint of inexplicable melancholy.

Looking at Ning Xiangxiang’s sparkling, expectant eyes, she couldn’t help but think: they had lived together for ten years. In those ten years where she had treated Ning Xiangxiang like thin air, had the girl also watched her this intently, hoping for just a little bit of a response?

This Ning Xiangxiang—the one who liked her this much—had she spent those ten years being sad because she never got a response?

Huo Xingyu leaned over, closing the distance between them.

Seeing the panic and confusion in those shimmering eyes, Huo Xingyu suddenly remembered a rabbit she had seen long ago in an anatomy class—small, soft, and pure white, shrinking into a ball the moment it was startled.

It looked like it very, very much needed her protection.

Lifting her hand to brush against Ning Xiangxiang’s reddened eyelids, a sudden impulse rose in her heart. Just like years ago when she had taken home that cage of lab rabbits to raise them herself, she wanted to take Ning Xiangxiang home and keep her safe in her own “cage.”

A small smile played on her lips. “If you want to know something, ask me directly. You don’t need to look at rumors like these.“

…

Seeing Huo Xingyu’s stunning face approaching with a “death smile,” Ning Xiangxiang was dumbfounded.

Her heart was in chaos, frantically guessing what she was doing. In her past life, they had almost never been this close, let alone Huo Xingyu initiating it. Between fear and the refusal to back down, Ning Xiangxiang’s torso remained heroically in place, facing the approaching woman, but her neck and head kept leaning back, creating a very awkward pose.

Then, Huo Xingyu’s slender, cool hand touched her face, gently stroking the corner of her eye.

What is she doing??

Ning Xiangxiang caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror. The “vulnerable, innocent, pitiable” red eye makeup Sister Luo had carefully applied—with its perfect gradients and blending—had been rubbed into a messy blur by Huo Xingyu’s ruthless fingers.

…Her makeup was ruined.

Ning Xiangxiang clenched her fists. If this went on, her foundation was going to be rubbed off next.

Impressive… As expected of Huo Xingyu, she knows exactly where to strike.

As a fifth-tier actress who still lived off her face, if she got out of this car looking like she’d been punched in the eye, coupled with this Rapied, she could already imagine the titles of the gossip threads:

Small White Flower physically assaulted by socialite  Actress willing to take a beating to climb the social ladder

Just as Ning Xiangxiang tried to dodge, she heard Huo Xingyu’s cold voice whispering in her ear: “If you want to know something, ask me directly. You don’t need to look at rumors like these.”

For a split second, she thought she saw a look of pity on Huo Xingyu’s face, but before she could react, Huo Xingyu pulled back into the driver’s seat and started the car again.

The wind roared as they sped forward. Huo Xingyu drove fast, and the greenery outside blurred into a solid streak of emerald. Ning Xiangxiang clutched her seatbelt, staring at the ticking red light countdown at the intersection. The air was still thick with the crisp, elegant scent of Huo Xingyu’s perfume.

She narrowed her eyes. What did Huo Xingyu mean by those words? Was it a threat—the equivalent of “You have the guts to ask me to my face?” Or was it literally, “If you want to understand me, you can just ask me?”

She stole a look at the woman beside her. The smooth lines of her profile and her slightly downturned lips created a vivid, sharp beauty, with the upturned eyes adding a dash of gallantry to her features. Usually, because the corners of her mouth naturally turned down, she looked impatient or displeased.

Ning Xiangxiang truly didn’t understand her—not her thoughts, and certainly not her intentions.

Observing Huo Xingyu’s bizarre behavior, a thought suddenly popped into her head: Could it be that this Huo Xingyu is also a reborn person from ten years in the future?

…Probably not? If it were the Huo Xingyu who died, she’d be obsessed with expanding the Huo Group; why would she have the time to bother with her? Heck, if she knew she was supposed to marry Ning Xiangxiang again, she’d probably buy a plane ticket and flee the country immediately. Hadn’t they had enough of ten years of silence?

Furthermore, given her profit-oriented nature, she would only use her future knowledge to maximize her marriage benefits.

So why was everything so different? Was it because Ning Xiangxiang herself had made different choices, causing a butterfly effect?

“Is it that good to look at?”

Hearing the question, Ning Xiangxiang realized that during her daze, she had stopped “stealing” looks and was now openly resting her face on her hand, staring directly at her.

Whether she was good-looking or not was something Huo Xingyu definitely knew. The compliments, the spotlights at banquets, the gazes that followed her everywhere… it was common knowledge. By the tone of her voice, she was clearly uncomfortable being stared at.

Since Huo Xingyu was uncomfortable, Ning Xiangxiang decided she must do the opposite of what was polite. She would make her displeased, make her loathe her to the core!

Committing to her “obsessed stalker” persona, Ning Xiangxiang kept her gaze fixed on the woman’s profile and said with absolute certainty: “You are beautiful.“

Then, under her expectant gaze, the tips of Huo Xingyu’s ears turned a deep red. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly—this wasn’t a fake “death smile,” but a look of genuine… satisfaction.

Like a cat that had successfully caught a fish, her face held a smugness she couldn’t hide.