The Cold Heroine Turned Into a Yandere After Being - Chapter 28

Only a Kiss Will Do

The moment Mo Zhu reached out, Ji Shubai had already pulled back. She turned around, opened the door, and walked out.

Mo Zhu retracted her hand, suddenly feeling a bit parched; she swallowed instinctively.

Outside, the faint sound of conversation drifted in. It was the voice of Ji’s mother, sounding rather surprised.

“Shubai, are you hot? Why are your face and lips so red?”

“Mm, a little, I guess,” Ji Shubai replied vaguely, quickly steering the conversation elsewhere.

Mo Zhu wanted to eavesdrop further, but the phone in her pocket gave a slight buzz. She pulled it out, glanced at it, and walked over to the desk.

She picked up the clothes draped over the chair and moved them to the foot of the bed, then carefully pulled out the chair and sat down to check her work messages.

In the corner of the small desk sat a mirror, which clearly reflected Mo Zhu’s upturned lips as she bowed her head to reply.

The sky had turned completely dark, and sounds continued to drift in fitfully from outside.

Mo Zhu encountered a few matters that required her attention, but since she couldn’t take a call, she had to send advice and solutions via text.

Ji Shubai didn’t come back in during this time.

While responding to Secretary Han, Mo Zhu occasionally caught snippets of the conversation outside. Their chat was mostly superficial—polite greetings and small talk.

It seemed Ji Shubai wasn’t lying when she said they weren’t close.

Later, Ji’s mother suggested the guest stay for dinner, but before Cheng Chen could answer, Ji Shubai declined, claiming they hadn’t bought groceries today.

Hearing this, Mo Zhu couldn’t help but let out a silent laugh. Miss Ji didn’t target anyone specifically; she just treated everyone with the same cold equality.

As she was smiling and typing, a series of messages from Ji Shubai popped up one after another.

I’m going downstairs with my mom to see her out in a moment.

Wait until we’re gone before you come out.

Mo Zhu finished her reply to Secretary Han and tapped on Ji Shubai’s chat window to respond, but her phone suddenly issued a low-battery warning and shut down.

In the living room, Ji Shubai put her phone away after sending the messages. “Let’s go, we’ll walk you down.”

“No, no, there’s no need to trouble Auntie to walk me out,” Cheng Chen said, waving her hands in refusal. Her eyes, however, remained fixed on Ji Shubai, clearly wanting only her company.

“We happen to be heading to the supermarket anyway. It’s on the way,” Ji Shubai said, ignoring her gaze and walking toward the door.

“Alright then,” Cheng Chen smiled awkwardly.

Ji’s mother knew her daughter’s temperament and simply shook her head slightly before following. “That’s right, we do need to pick up a few things.”

At the entryway, Ji Shubai slowed down while changing her shoes. She let her mother and Cheng Chen go ahead, staying behind to lock the door.

Neither of them suspected a thing and stepped out first.

Before closing the door, Ji Shubai glanced toward her bedroom. She shut the door but didn’t actually lock it.

Back in the room, Mo Zhu tried to find a charger after her phone died, but she came up empty.

Not long after, she heard the front door shut.

They were gone.

Mo Zhu stood there, thinking. Ji Shubai didn’t want her staying, and she couldn’t afford to be too forceful now—it might backfire.

She decided it would be safer to wait until they were well down the stairs before heading out. She didn’t want a sudden, clumsy encounter that would only cause Miss Ji more stress.

After all, if Miss Ji got angry, Mo Zhu would be the one who had to do the coaxing.

Having made her decision, Mo Zhu looked around the room, wanting to find something to do to pass the time.

She noticed the window was still open. Fearing the night chill, she closed it. On her way back, her eyes fell on the clothes at the foot of the bed.

And so, the eldest Miss Mo—who had never done a day of housework in her life—clumsily began folding the clean clothes and setting them aside.

She played the part of a “Secret Helper” for a brief moment.

Only after finishing did she put on her shoes and open the bedroom door.

The lights outside were still on; she wondered if Ji Shubai had left them on specifically for her.

In this apartment of less than a hundred square meters, traces of life were everywhere, yet it was remarkably clean and tidy. She realized Ji Shubai’s obsession with cleanliness likely ran in the family.

Mo Zhu quickly reached the entryway. she pressed down on the handle and opened the front door.

The moment the motion-sensor light flickered on, her intuition screamed that something was wrong.

A sharp gust of wind came from her left. She instinctively raised her arm to block—

A long, blunt object struck with startling force. It crashed heavily against her forearm before grazing her temple with its remaining momentum.

With a dull thud, a piercing pain shot through Mo Zhu’s arm. Her head felt momentarily numb before her temple began to burn with a delayed, searing heat.

She stumbled, gripping the doorframe to stay upright as a ringing filled her ears.

“Mom!!!” Ji Shubai’s scream echoed from the end of the hallway, followed by the sound of frantic, stumbling footsteps.

Though she called for her mother, she ran straight to Mo Zhu.

“Mo Zhu, are you okay?” The panic in Ji Shubai’s eyes was unmistakable; her face had turned deathly pale. “Mom, what are you doing? Why did you hit her?!”

Ji’s mother was stunned by her daughter’s unprecedented outburst. She stood there frozen, clutching a length of pipe. “She was coming out of the house. I thought it was a thief”

“She isn’t!” Ji Shubai didn’t have time for explanations. She supported Mo Zhu, her fingers trembling as she hovered over the wound on Mo Zhu’s temple, afraid to touch it. “Are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Mo Zhu pushed through the intense dizziness. Opening her eyes, she saw Ji Shubai’s red-rimmed eyes and bloodless lips.

Suppressing the pain, she forced a comforting smile, though her voice was weak. “I’m fine. just a scratch.”

“What do you mean a scratch!” Ji Shubai’s brow furrowed deep. “Can you stop being stubborn for once?”

She carefully moved a few stray hairs away from Mo Zhu’s temple to inspect the injury. The skin was broken and bleeding slightly, with swelling already starting around the area.

By now, Ji’s mother had seen Mo Zhu’s face clearly. The young woman looked far too refined to be a thief. Seeing her daughter’s sheer panic and heartache, she began to apologize profusely.

“I’m so sorry! I saw someone in Shubai’s room from the street and thought a thief had broken in. Quick, come inside. We have medicine in the house.”

Earlier, after seeing Cheng Chen off, the mother and daughter had been walking toward the supermarket.

The path happened to pass right under Ji Shubai’s bedroom. Despite the trees, you could see the window if you looked up at the right angle.

While talking to her daughter, Ji’s mother had glanced up and seen the light on. She even saw a blurry silhouette close the window.

She had been terrified, her first thought being that debt collectors had found them. Not wanting to involve her daughter, she made an excuse to send her away.

She had then secretly called the police to report a prowler. Her original plan was just to guard the door so the person couldn’t escape, but she hadn’t expected them to come out so soon. In a moment of panic, she grabbed a pipe left in the hallway.

She never imagined this person would be an acquaintance of her daughter—and a beautiful young woman at that. Now, she was terrified she had scarred her.

“Forget the medicine, we’re going to the hospital,” Ji Shubai said, pulling Mo Zhu toward the stairs.

“The hospital? Yes, yes, a check-up is best. Just in case…” Ji’s mother nodded repeatedly, overwhelmed with guilt. “I’ll go with you.”

But Ji Shubai stopped her. “Mom, go home. I’ll take her.”

Mo Zhu had recovered somewhat, but the area where she was hit began to throb with a dull, insistent ache. “It’s okay, I’m fine.”

“Shut up,” Ji Shubai snapped, turning back to glare at her.

Mo Zhu obediently shut her mouth.

Ji’s mother watched her daughter, feeling surprised. In her memory, Ji Shubai rarely lost her cool like this, except perhaps regarding her own personal matters.

Before they could head down, another clamor of footsteps echoed from the stairs. Several police officers appeared at the turn of the hallway, looking startled by the scene.

“Who reported the break-in?”

Ji’s mother stepped forward, apologizing over and over. “I’m so sorry, I called it in. It was a misunderstanding. I am so, so sorry.”

Once the officers understood the situation, they didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. They advised them to get to a hospital to make sure there was no serious injury.

One officer even offered to drive them, but Mo Zhu declined, saying she had her own car.

On the way down, Ji Shubai practically carried Mo Zhu, carefully supporting her step by step.

Mo Zhu leaned into her quite naturally, showing no intention of walking on her own.

Once they reached the ground floor, it took Mo Zhu’s battered brain a moment to remember where she had come from. Fortunately, she remembered which building she had parked in front of.

Ji Shubai supported her by her uninjured arm. Looking at Mo Zhu’s state, she seemed to swallow her words several times.

On the way to the car, Mo Zhu asked, “How did the police get there so fast?”

It felt like very little time had passed between her mother’s call and their arrival.

Ji Shubai sighed. “I was worried my mother might be in danger, so I specifically chose an apartment as close to the police station as possible.”

“Well, they certainly have a fast response time,” Mo Zhu commented sincerely.

With Ji Shubai leading the way, Mo Zhu was spared the trouble of getting lost.

They found the car, and Ji Shubai ushered her into the passenger seat, even leaning over to buckle her seatbelt.

“Miss Ji is being so kind today?” Mo Zhu’s mouth just wouldn’t stay still. She looked at Ji Shubai’s pursed lips and realized the woman was likely restraining herself, which she found amusing. But when she laughed, it pulled at the wound on her forehead, making her wince.

Ji Shubai looked up at her expression. “Did I touch the wound?”

Mo Zhu let out a huff, neither confirming nor denying.

Ji Shubai leaned in closer, using the overhead light to inspect the injury. Her brow was furrowed as if she were facing the crisis of the century.

“Only a kiss from Miss Ji will fix it,” Mo Zhu offered as a solution.

Ji Shubai looked at her, looking as if she were about to snap, but she held it back.

“Let’s get to the hospital. Any longer and we might really need to get your brain checked,” Ji Shubai said, standing up and shutting the door before walking around to the driver’s seat.

The nearest hospital wasn’t far a fifteen-minute drive normally, but Ji Shubai managed to cut it down to ten without breaking any laws.

She parked the car and hurried Mo Zhu into the emergency room, which was quite crowded for a night shift.

After a nurse took her details, she checked Mo Zhu’s temperature and blood pressure. After the assessment, she said it wasn’t too serious and told them to wait to one side.

The emergency room was filled with noise, making the two of them seem especially quiet.

Nearby, two nurses were gossiping during a lull in their work. They were talking about a doctor on duty whose relationship had just ended; he couldn’t go after his partner because he was stuck at work.

Mo Zhu found it interesting, enough to temporarily distract her from the pain. She wanted to hear more, but Ji Shubai spoke up.

Ji Shubai seemed to have regained her composure. “I sent you a message telling you to wait for my signal before coming out. I hadn’t sent the signal yet—why did you come out?”

Mo Zhu made a sound of confusion. “Huh?”

She reached for her phone to show Ji Shubai, then remembered it was dead. She hadn’t seen the later messages.

“My phone died. I didn’t see all the texts.”

Ji Shubai closed her eyes, looking like she had a headache. The day had been a chaotic mess of coincidences; it was hard to tell where things had first gone wrong.

“My mother… she didn’t mean it today.” Ji Shubai couldn’t bring herself to tell Mo Zhu not to blame her mother, especially since Mo Zhu was the one who had actually been hurt.

“Of course I won’t hold it against Auntie,” Mo Zhu said. “That’s why I told you—wouldn’t it have been easier if you’d just introduced me to her earlier?”

Ji Shubai stared at the hospital floor, her lips pressed together in silence.

She hadn’t anticipated this, and she knew she’d have to explain to her mother why Mo Zhu was in her room and why she had kept it a secret.

The thought made her own head ache.

Mo Zhu noticed her worry. “Are you worried about how to explain me?”

Ji Shubai didn’t know how to answer. Her mind and heart were both in a state of confusion.

Mo Zhu looked at her silence and thought of how Ji Shubai had lost her composure earlier out of concern for her.

Sometimes, forcing Miss Ji to admit something wasn’t as effective as a subtle nudge.

She asked with a smile, “Miss Ji, when you saw me get hit today, were you worried about me?”

Ji Shubai looked at her and opened her mouth to speak, but Mo Zhu cut her off.

“Don’t tell me you’d do the same for anyone. You’ll kiss me, but would you kiss mmph!” Mo Zhu’s mouth was clamped shut by a hand.

Ji Shubai looked panicked; there were people everywhere, with the closest person only half a meter away.

“I think she hit the wrong place,” Ji Shubai muttered. The place that really needed a hitting was this woman’s filterless mouth.

Mo Zhu just looked at her and laughed, her almond-shaped eyes crinkling affectionately.

Ji Shubai felt uneasy under that gaze. Fortunately, the nurse called their names just then, and she pulled Mo Zhu up to head over.

The emergency doctor, wearing a mask, quickly examined Mo Zhu’s injuries. He said there was no major damage but told them to go home and monitor her overnight; if she felt any discomfort, she should return.

As they stood up, Ji Shubai reached out to support her. Mo Zhu took the opportunity to lean her weight into the other woman, tilting her body toward her.

The doctor, still sitting and filling out the digital chart without looking up, said flatly, “Madam, you injured your arm. There should be nothing wrong with your legs.”

Ji Shubai immediately let go, letting Mo Zhu stand on her own.

Left without support, Mo Zhu recalled the gossip she’d heard from the nurses. She shot a “grateful” look at the doctor and took a deep breath.

“Doctor, thank you so much.”

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