The Cold Heroine Turned Into a Yandere After Being - Chapter 15

Sweetness Spreading Across the Tongue

Mo Zhu turned to look at Ji Shubai and tapped her temple with a finger. “This child hasn’t been quite right in the head since she was little.”

Ji Shubai: “…”

“Hey—what are you whispering to your new assistant over there?” Xia Yitian noticed the movement, placing heavy emphasis on the words ‘new assistant.’

“Praising you,” Mo Zhu replied perfunctorily.

Fortunately, this interlude didn’t last long. Mo Tang arranged for someone to lead them to their accommodations to rest, mentioning a gathering they could attend later that evening.

Internal shuttle cars were parked slightly inside the entrance. On their way over, they ran into several distant relatives of the Mo family. Upon seeing Mo Zhu, they all stepped forward to exchange pleasantries.

Initially, Mo Zhu had the patience to deal with them, but as the crowd grew, she became annoyed. Moreover, several of them kept casting scrutinizing glances at Ji Shubai.

Luckily, the shuttle stop wasn’t far. Once they boarded the car, they finally found some peace.

Five minutes later, they reached their destination.

Unlike the others, Mo Tang had arranged for them to stay in a detached small villa. They didn’t have to squeeze in with anyone else, and there was even a swimming pool on the first floor.

After entering, Xia Yitian slumped onto the sofa, looking jealous. “Ahhh, why don’t I have this? Sister Tang is so biased.”

Mo Zhu said mercilessly, “I’m her sister; you aren’t.”

“I want to stay here too,” Xia Yitian said.

“No,” Mo Zhu refused flatly.

“Why not? There seem to be plenty of rooms here. What’s wrong with me taking one?”

Mo Zhu swept her gaze up and down the girl. “You’re an eyesore.”

“Wait a minute! Why didn’t you find me an eyesore when you needed a favor?” Xia Yitian sat up. “Back then, that phot—mmph!”

Mo Zhu grabbed a decorative pillow and smothered Xia Yitian’s face with it. During the scuffle, she turned her head to see Ji Shubai on the second floor, speaking with a staff member. She didn’t seem to have noticed them.

Xia Yitian shoved the pillow aside and followed her gaze. “Isn’t this a bit much, Eldest Miss Mo? Are you trying to silence me over such a small thing?”

“Though, there’s one thing I haven’t figured out. Now that she’s right by your side, you can take whatever photos you want. Why were you so insistent on that old one?”

Mo Zhu grabbed a candy from the table and stuffed it into Xia Yitian’s hand. “Have some sugar. Knowing too much won’t do you any good.”

Xia Yitian wasn’t so easily dismissed. She lowered her voice. “Do you know that the people from our high school days are currently betting on the two of you?”

“Oh? Betting on what?” Mo Zhu looked at her sideways.

“All sorts of things, really. But most people are betting on when you’ll dump her.”

Mo Zhu let out a scoffing laugh. “Wow, is my character really that untrustworthy?”

Xia Yitian grinned. “Guess what I bet on?”

After confirming the luggage arrangements, Ji Shubai headed downstairs. She saw the two people on the living room sofa, their heads leaning quite close together.

She didn’t know what they were talking about, but Xia Yitian was laughing happily, and Mo Zhu, beside her, followed with a small smile.

Ji Shubai suddenly stopped in her tracks. Looking at the two of them with their heads almost touching, her eyes darkened.

For some reason, at that moment, she found Mo Zhu’s smile a bit piercing.

She continued downstairs, her footsteps very light. It wasn’t until her shadow fell over them that Mo Zhu looked up, sensing something.

“All finished?” Mo Zhu asked, the remnants of her smile still lingering at the corners of her mouth.

“Yes,” Ji Shubai replied, her voice even cooler than usual.

She didn’t look at Xia Yitian. Her gaze landed on Mo Zhu’s face. “The luggage is in the master bedroom. I’ve already instructed them about the clothes that need steaming. They’ll be brought back once they’re done.”

Xia Yitian seemed completely oblivious to any tension. She leaned back with a giggle, her arm draped casually across the back of the sofa, her fingertips nearly touching Mo Zhu’s shoulder. “Assistant Ji, Mo Zhu really lucked out having such a capable helper like you. It must be so worry-free.”

Ji Shubai’s gaze finally slid toward her. It held no warmth, merely sweeping over the hand near Mo Zhu before quickly shifting away.

“It’s my duty,” she said tonelessly. “Is Miss Xia staying here as well?”

Xia Yitian sighed softly. “I’d like to, but someone won’t let me.”

Mo Zhu stood up. “If you really want to stay, then stay on this sofa.” She walked around the sofa toward Ji Shubai. “Come on, let’s go upstairs and take a look.”

Ji Shubai gave a slight nod and turned to head upstairs. Her pace was steady and her back was straight, betraying no emotion whatsoever.

But as Mo Zhu watched her silhouette, she felt that something was off. It felt as if she were… unhappy.

This wouldn’t do. She needed more favorability to withstand the plot; she had to find a way.

Ji Shubai went straight to the second floor and into the master bedroom, with Mo Zhu following behind.

The porters had placed both their suitcases in the master bedroom, though it wasn’t clear whose idea that was.

The master bedroom featured a massive floor-to-ceiling window. Outside was an extended viewing platform that offered a view of the distant horizon where the sea met the sky.

After entering the room, Ji Shubai seemed entirely focused on the items in her hands, not even noticing Mo Zhu leaning against the doorframe watching her.

The door to the viewing platform was open. The salty sea breeze rushed in, fluttering the sheer curtains and messing up a few stray hairs on Ji Shubai’s forehead.

After a long while, Mo Zhu finally strolled over, heading directly to the outdoor platform.

She leaned against the railing, gazing at the distant sea. Suddenly she spoke, her voice carried into the room by the wind.

“Miss Ji, come quickly! It looks like a boat is on fire over there.” Her tone carried just the right amount of surprise.

Ji Shubai hesitated for a second, put down what she was holding, and walked out.

However, the sea visible from here was calm, the setting sun like molten gold. Only a few seagulls skimmed the water; there wasn’t a trace of a burning ship.

She frowned and asked, “Where?”

Just as she opened her mouth, something was tucked inside. A sweet taste began to spread across her tongue.

She was stunned for a moment, then turned her head to look at Mo Zhu.

Mo Zhu was looking at her with a beaming smile, her eyes sparkling with the light of a successful prank, like a cunning cat. She leaned back against the railing, framed by the magnificent glow of the sunset behind her, the sea breeze outlining her slender figure.

“Fooled you,” she said with a laugh. She held out her hand, her fingertips still pinching a candy wrapper. “So, this candy is my apology.”

She had grabbed the candy downstairs just moments ago.

The sea breeze made the candy wrapper rustle, and it seemed as though a sweet scent was wafting from it.

“Is it sweet?”

Ji Shubai gave a muffled “Mm.”

Mo Zhu let out a soft laugh. The sound was like a feather, lightly brushing against the heart.

She peeled another one and popped it into her own mouth. It was very milky and indeed very sweet.

Mo Zhu thought this was about enough; she could stop here.

Before she could check the favorability with Xiao Ta, a slightly stronger gust of wind blew by, tossing the strands of hair around Mo Zhu’s cheeks and bringing with it a nearly imperceptible bit of dust.

Mo Zhu instinctively narrowed her eyes and hissed softly.

“What’s wrong?” Ji Shubai looked at her.

“I think I got some sand in my eye.”

Ji Shubai hesitated, wondering if this woman was lying to her again, but Mo Zhu’s reaction didn’t seem faked.

She walked over to Mo Zhu. “Let me see.”

Mo Zhu obediently lowered her head. The distance between them suddenly became very close.

Ji Shubai could clearly see the physiological moisture in the other woman’s pupils, welling up from the discomfort.

“Don’t blink. I’ll blow it out for you.”

Mo Zhu gave a soft “Mm,” being exceptionally cooperative.

Ji Shubai leaned in even closer, carefully blowing a gentle puff of air into her eye.

The afterglow of the sunset enveloped them both. The air was thick with the cloying sweetness of candy and the saltiness of the sea, intertwined into a subtle atmosphere.

“Is it better?”

“Mm,” Mo Zhu replied, her tone slightly drawn out. “Much better.”

She said this, but she didn’t move away. The hand hanging by her side rose at some point, coming to rest on Ji Shubai’s waist.

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