The Cold and Distant Actress is Too Obsessive - Chapter 29

“Is that so?”

Xu Youyan took a deep breath, inhaling the cool fragrance from the other’s neck. But how could she remember that Bo Zhoucheng did indeed have a childhood friend?

“But there have always been rumors online.”

Bo Zhoucheng hesitated for a moment, gently hooking Xu Youyan’s pinky finger with her own and leading her away from the noisy scene. She didn’t want the gossiping crew members to witness the commotion.

“Let’s go inside. I’ll explain it to you slowly.”

As soon as they entered the room, the door slammed shut with a sharp “thud.” Xu Youyan’s expression turned fierce, like a cat guarding its food. She cupped Bo Zhoucheng’s face in her hands, making her plump, rosy lips pout slightly.

“You’d better tell me the truth!”

Bo Zhoucheng nodded, wrapping her strong arms around Xu Youyan’s waist to prevent the “cat” from escaping at the last moment.

“We have an engagement. That’s the only thing I don’t want to lie to you about.”

Upon hearing this, Xu Youyan felt as if a thunderous roar echoed in her ears.

“But you never told me before.”

Before Xu Youyan could finish, Bo Zhoucheng leaned in, pressing her cheek against hers.

“Yes, I never told you before because I didn’t want you to worry. I thought it was unnecessary to mention, as it was just a joke among the elders in the family. But Zhou Lianghui took it seriously.”

Xu Youyan felt as if a green hat had been placed on her head. Anger surged within her, and for some reason, jealousy and rage reached their peak.

“Liar!”

“You have an engagement, yet you still flirt around!”

Xu Youyan felt sorry for her future self ten years from now. How could her partner hide such a significant matter from her?

“I didn’t mean to. It’s meaningless, just a verbal agreement.”

Bo Zhoucheng tried to explain, tightening her embrace.

In an attempt to break free, Xu Youyan’s sharp teeth sank into Bo Zhoucheng’s pale, slender neck.

The bite was not light. Beads of blood welled up along the teeth marks, looking truly terrifying.

“Let go! I don’t want to talk to you!”

The Xu Youyan of the past had a terrible temper.

She couldn’t accept being deceived. She had given everything to this person her heart, her body yet Bo Zhoucheng had kept secrets from her.

“Yanyan.”

“You weren’t like this before.”

Bo Zhoucheng covered her neck with her hand, her eyes filled with disbelief, but she still refused to let go.

With her hands gripping Xu Youyan’s shoulders, Bo Zhoucheng tasted the metallic tang of her own blood. It was nothing compared to the sweet scent of Xu Youyan.

Suppressed and unable to speak, Xu Youyan could only slap Bo Zhoucheng’s shoulders.

Then, taking advantage of the other’s pain, she broke free.

Tears welled in the corners of Xu Youyan’s eyes as she ran out of the lounge. So what? Was Bo Zhoucheng being forced by her family to go back and get married? What kind of cliché, melodramatic plot was this? How could something like this happen to her?

Xu Youyan’s heart ached, but she forgot that her own time-traveling situation was even more absurd.

As soon as Zhou Lianghui entered the room, he saw the scene and felt a pang of surprise, though he wasn’t entirely shocked.

This was exactly the effect he had hoped for.

Before coming to Hengdian, he had deliberately inquired about Bo Zhoucheng’s girlfriend and learned that she had a jealous nature.

Seeing the red mark on that snow-white neck, Zhou Lianghui felt a twinge of pity. He reached out his hand, but it was harshly slapped away.

“Don’t touch me.”

Bo Zhoucheng stared coldly at the person before her, her tone icy, completely unlike the familiarity she had shown at the door earlier.

“Is it worth it for a woman?”

Zhou Lianghui withdrew his hand.

“Zhoucheng, we grew up together. We know each other inside and out. You know what kind of person I am, and I know what kind of person you are. Deep down, you’re heartless.”

“That’s none of your business.”

Bo Zhoucheng stood up, casually grabbed a tissue, and pressed it against her neck.

With that, she turned to leave.

“I truly intended to marry you.”

Zhou Lianghui raised his voice, as if declaring his resolve.

“In your dreams.”

Bo Zhoucheng turned around, leaning against the wooden door of the lounge.

“Unless I’m dead. And Zhou Lianghui, even in death, I wouldn’t choose you for a ghost marriage.”

Her words struck deep.

Zhou Lianghui fell silent, never expecting his childhood friend to treat him with such harshness.

After speaking, Bo Zhoucheng hurried after someone.

Outside Hengdian, there was a stagnant pond, its water an eerie shade of green, with a few fake lotus flowers floating on the surface.

Xu Youyan leaned against the railing. In the past, she believed love should be a mutual effort between two people. But this was the first time she had encountered such a situation, and she didn’t know how to handle it.

“Yanyan.”

Just then, a voice called out from behind.

Xu Youyan looked up to see Bo Zhoucheng standing at the corner of the corridor. A few bamboo trees swayed gently in the courtyard, casting a lonely shadow over her.

“Are you angry with me?”

Bo Zhoucheng walked over. In her life, she had rarely tasted the bitterness of humility, yet before this person, she willingly lowered her head again and again.

“Yes.”

Xu Youyan was straightforward, nodding in admission.

“Bo Zhoucheng, if I told you I have a fiancé, would you be angry?”

Xu Youyan hugged her knees, her gaze lowered as she looked at the other woman. Tears still glistened at the corners of her eyes, a sight that tugged at the heart.

“Yes.”

Bo Zhoucheng nodded.

“Then can you understand me?”

Xu Youyan reached out a finger, her eyes lingering on the red mark on the other’s neck. Her heart ached with regret. She had been too angry earlier she shouldn’t have done that.

“Yes.”

Bo Zhoucheng nodded again, like a doll with no temper, responding to every word spoken to her.

“So, I’m going to be angry with you for the next few days.”

Xu Youyan took a deep breath, suppressing the ache in her nose.

“Can you accept that?”

Bo Zhoucheng’s fingers trembled as she tightly gripped the wooden railing, as if trying to crush it to dust.

“I…”

She hesitated for a long time but couldn’t bring herself to answer.

“I don’t care if you accept it or not. I need time to process this.”

“But,”

Xu Youyan’s gaze drifted to the other’s red lips, then she lowered her head. Her hair was still styled in an ancient updo, her delicate features reminiscent of a distressed young lady from a drama.

The strands of hair by her ears were slightly disheveled from her earlier frantic run.

“Let me make it up to you. I shouldn’t have treated you like that earlier.”

“Your neck must hurt, right?”

With that, she leaned in.

A beauty’s lips were, of course, tender and soft, tempting one to lose themselves in them.

Bo Zhoucheng’s breathing grew somewhat ragged, but she suppressed the urge to take control, closing her eyes and surrendering to Xu Youyan’s meticulous, patient kiss of apology.

A faint fragrance intertwined with the rustling bamboo leaves, masking the subtle sounds.

Only Bo Zhoucheng could feel how wildly her heart was racing.

How chaotic Xu Youyan’s heart must be.

If only if only her father hadn’t made that ridiculous betrothal promise while drunk, how much better things would be.

Bo Zhouchen closed her eyes, suppressing her resentment toward her father, and savored this moment.