The Cold Heroine Turned Into a Yandere After Being - Chapter 18

Thinking of Throwing Yourself at Me?

Mo Zhu sat quietly downstairs for a moment before standing up and heading upstairs barefoot.

The bedroom door was left ajar. She pushed it open, but Ji Shubai was nowhere to be seen; she could only faintly hear the sound of running water from the bathroom.

The pajamas in the suitcase had already been taken out by Ji Shubai and hung on the outer rack, though Ji Shubai’s own set was not among them. Mo Zhu took her own pair and walked out of the room.

She headed straight for the guest room at the end of the hallway. This room was quite a bit smaller than the master bedroom, but it was fully equipped.

Mo Zhu tossed her pajamas carelessly onto the bed and stepped into the bathroom.

She turned on the faucet, and the rushing water masked all other sounds, feeling as though it had cut her off from the rest of the world.

Mo Zhu stood under the spray with her eyes closed. The warm water cascaded down from her head, sliding over her wet hair, neck, and shoulders, finally merging into a winding trail at her feet.

She remained motionless, letting the water wash away a day’s worth of fatigue and dust, while also diluting her chaotic thoughts.

Steam filled the small space, blurring the glass partition and her silhouette alike.

After a long while, she reached out and turned off the valve.

The previously noisy world suddenly fell silent, leaving only the sound of water droplets falling from the ends of her hair and her skin.

She first wrapped herself in a large, soft white bath towel, then picked up another towel to slowly dry her hair.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, she carried with her a lingering warmth and dampness.

As she reached the bedside and raised her hand to tidy her semi-dry hair—

Knock, knock.

A light but distinct knocking sound echoed abruptly outside the silent guest room door.

At this hour, the identity of the person knocking went without saying.

Mo Zhu walked to the door in her slippers and opened it. The soft light from the hallway spilled into the room.

Ji Shubai stood outside, her hair slightly damp, wearing that light-colored loungewear Mo Zhu had seen before.

“Something the matter?” Mo Zhu shifted her gaze toward her seemingly calm face.

“Yes,” Ji Shubai seemed to be weighing her words. “I went downstairs to find you and realized you weren’t there.”

“And?”

Ji Shubai took a soft breath. “If you don’t want to see me, I can sleep in the guest room. You don’t need to leave.”

Mo Zhu stared into Ji Shubai’s eyes and suddenly let out a small laugh. “Finished?”

Ji Shubai nodded.

“Then go to sleep early.” After saying this, Mo Zhu prepared to close the door.

“Wait a moment!”

Just as the door was about to shut, Ji Shubai’s hand pressed against the door panel.

Mo Zhu cast her eyes down at the hand wedged in the doorway. The well-defined knuckles were turning white from the force, and the pale blue veins on the back of the hand were visible.

Had Mo Zhu not noticed and continued to close the door, she would have surely crushed her hand.

“Oh—could it be that you didn’t finish catching up with your senior today, and you want to continue tomorrow?” She used a questioning tone she hadn’t even noticed herself. “Do I need to cooperate and stay out of your way? After all, I’m ‘shameful to be seen with’.”

“No,” Ji Shubai denied decisively.

Mo Zhu’s expression softened slightly. She leaned against the wall, tilting her head with a hint of a smile, though her words remained sharp.

“Then, since Assistant Ji isn’t sleeping so late, is it because you’re worried about that money, so you’re thinking of throwing yourself at me?”

Today was the final deadline for the first payment specified in their contract.

Ji Shubai frowned. “I didn’t mean that either.”

“Since you don’t mean that, then please leave, Assistant Ji.” Mo Zhu timed it perfectly to close the door, cutting the woman off and shutting out all unspoken words and lingering gazes.

She stood leaning against the cold wall, letting the water from her hair drip down and pool into a small puddle at her feet.

Only after hearing the footsteps fade away outside did she head further into the room.

After blow-drying her hair, she changed into her pajamas and lay down. The mattress was very soft, almost as if it were cocooning her entire body.

She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow, which carried a faint scent. Without forcing herself, she soon fell asleep.

When she opened her eyes again, sunlight was already streaming through the sheer curtains she hadn’t drawn last night, lighting up the room.

Mo Zhu checked her phone; it was already afternoon, with only a few hours left before the wedding began. She had slept deeply, yet she didn’t feel particularly refreshed.

She got up to wash. When she went to the master bedroom to get her clothes, she didn’t see anyone. By the time she finished changing and went downstairs, everything within sight was still empty.

Ji Shubai wasn’t there.

This realization caused Mo Zhu’s heart to sink subtly, though it was quickly masked by a deliberate indifference.

Where the woman went had nothing to do with her.

However, it wasn’t long before Ji Shubai returned from outside, holding a paper bag.

Her footsteps faltered when she saw Mo Zhu in the living room. She walked over and placed the paper bag on the coffee table in front of Mo Zhu. “I brought you some food. They delivered the steamed clothes this morning; I put them in the master bedroom.”

Mo Zhu was indeed hungry. She took the bag and pulled out the bread inside. “Many thanks, Assistant Ji.”

Hearing those three words, Ji Shubai knew the other woman’s anger hadn’t faded. She just didn’t know how to respond, so she could only retreat into silence.

Mo Zhu ate the bread to line her stomach while her gaze appraised Ji Shubai’s appearance today.

The previous party had been quite casual, and no one cared much about attire. This was her first time seeing Ji Shubai in formal wear.

Her long hair, which usually hung loose, was meticulously pinned up, revealing a clear jawline and a fair profile. She appeared to have gained a few more layers of elegant poise.

Ji Shubai could feel the other’s gaze but simply pretended not to notice.

A strange peace was maintained between them. It remained unbroken from the time Mo Zhu finished eating, went upstairs to change, and until they set off for the wedding venue together.

The wedding ceremony was scheduled to begin at five-thirty, and guests were waiting in the nearby lounge area.

Mo Zhu’s appearance quickly attracted many gazes. Several Mo family relatives, whom she usually only saw during the Lunar New Year, flocked over to strike up a conversation.

Ji Shubai, who hadn’t said a word, was squeezed out of the circle at some point.

As Mo Zhu chatted with several business associates, her gaze scanned the surroundings. She saw Ji Shubai standing with her senior, appearing to be in a pleasant conversation.

The person talking to her noticed her expression suddenly turn sour. Since she stopped responding, they thought they had said something wrong and awkwardly ended the topic.

Fortunately, a staff member arrived shortly after to remind them that the ceremony was about to begin and invited the guests to take their seats.

Mo Zhu was the first to stand up, following the staff member outside. When she passed near Ji Shubai, she paused for a moment and asked, “Assistant Ji, who exactly do you plan on walking with?”

After bidding farewell to Qiao Ying, Ji Shubai returned to her side.

As a member of Mo Tang’s family, Mo Zhu sat in the front row. Ji Shubai took the seat beside her.

As the music swelled, the protagonists of the wedding made their entrance, repeating the procedures they never seemed to tire of.

It was as if everyone had been programmed with a set of necessary routines.

Mo Zhu watched the two brides on stage as they spoke of their affection for one another, their eyes seemingly containing only each other.

Except for some of the younger generation and friends who were quite supportive, everyone else appeared quiet and composed. After all, for many, this wedding was merely a social obligation they had to attend.

Thinking of this, Mo Zhu suddenly became curious about Ji Shubai’s attitude, so she unobtrusively turned her head to look at her.

She had expected to see nothing but a surface of unruffled calm, yet she seemed to catch a flicker of emotion in the other woman’s eyes.

Before she could look closer, the ceremony reached its conclusion. At the end, the organizers kept the traditional bouquet toss.

Mo Zhu saw the people around her rolling up their sleeves, eager to try. She originally intended to give up her spot, but someone pushed her, and she took a step forward.

By the time she regained her senses, the bouquet had accidentally landed right in her hands.

The crowd instantly erupted into massive cheering and hollering, appearing even more excited than they were for the actual wedding.

“Looks like Little President Mo is next! Congratulations, congratulations.”

“Is the Mo family about to have a double celebration?”

Some people looked meaningfully at Ji Shubai beside Mo Zhu, teasingly saying, “Could it be that Little President Mo grabbed this on purpose for someone?”

“Does Little President Mo have a partner? If not, what are the requirements? I’m asking for a friend.”

“Add me to the list! Add me too!”

The rowdy cheering was accompanied by the noise of other guests moving to the next venue, with people occasionally turning back to watch the fun.

As the center of the “fun,” Mo Zhu rotated the white bouquet in her hands, her smile not reaching her eyes.

“My partner, huh?” As she spoke, her gaze shifted to Ji Shubai beside her. “That person at least needs to be able to stand by my side, someone I can take out in public, someone ‘shameful to be seen with’. Don’t you agree, Assistant Ji?”

As her words fell, many people in the vicinity turned their gazes toward Ji Shubai.

Fragmented whispers began to emerge.

“I told you, how could the Eldest Miss of the Mo family be serious about someone like that?”

“She’s basically saying she’s not worthy. That’s pretty harsh.”

“Looks like I’m going to win that bet.”

Ji Shubai ignored those words. She simply looked at Mo Zhu, her pale lips tightening almost imperceptibly, as if she were desperately maintaining a teetering sense of calm.

Her fingertips curled slightly as she met Mo Zhu’s gaze. “Of course.”

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