The Fake Daughter is a Max-Level Green Tea [Transmigrated into a Book] - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Playing Hard to Get

The sound of the water inside gradually stopped.

Lu Chaoqing couldn’t come out in her dirty clothes and had forgotten to ask Lin Chumu for new ones, so she could only wrap herself tightly in a bath towel and emerge. Beneath the glaring white material were slender, straight calves, tinged with a faint, dim yellow under the warm nightlight, making her curves soft and pretty.

The girl shook her wet hair and was about to sit down carelessly on the sofa. Seeing Lin Chumu frown, she instinctively sprang up: “Sorry!”

Lin Chumu’s focus was quite different from what Lu Chaoqing had expected. Her gaze lingered on Lu Chaoqing for a moment and then quickly avoided her, as if to show avoidance. Her voice remained cool and smooth, but with a slight hint of urgency: “Why aren’t you wearing clothes?”

“I didn’t bring new clothes.” Lu Chaoqing tugged at the slightly slipping bath towel and honestly replied, “My old ones got wet in the rain, and you brought me here.”

Lin Chumu frowned, strode into the room, and returned with a new set of clothes for her. Seeing Lu Chaoqing about to remove the bath towel and change right there, Lin Chumu let out a sudden, high-pitched warning shout. This startled Lu Chaoqing, and the bath towel slipped from her hands and fell to the floor in front of the woman—the girl’s completely undisguised body burst into view. In that instant, Lin Chumu’s heart violently contracted. She subconsciously averted her gaze to avoid seeing anything. Lu Chaoqing didn’t realize this immediately. It wasn’t until she saw the flush of crimson on Lin Chumu’s pale earlobes under the dim light that she belatedly remembered to turn away from Lin Chumu to change.

Lin Chumu was about four or five centimeters taller than her and wore size L clothes, but Lu Chaoqing usually wore size S tops and M bottoms. The size L clothes looked a bit loose on her. Especially without Lin Chumu’s proud curves to fill out the material, she looked even more petite and slender.

When she finished changing and walked out of the room, Lin Chumu was placing a hairdryer on the table.

“Sister!” Lu Chaoqing called out sweetly. “Other sisters blow-dry their younger sister’s hair. Could you help me blow-dry mine?”

Seeing the little green tea’s eager eyes, Lin Chumu swallowed the refusal that was already on the tip of her tongue. She was annoyed by the girl’s persistence and her own recurring softheartedness, but she showed nothing on her face, only saying softly and calmly, “Sure.”

Lu Chaoqing’s face lit up with unconcealed joy. She happily handed over the hairdryer.

Unexpectedly, Lin Chumu, who seemed like she never touched domestic chores, was surprisingly skilled at blow-drying hair. The woman’s slender fingers ran through her long hair, her soft fingertips gently massaging her scalp little by little, then smoothing down the silver-grey dyed strands.

The hairdryer was always kept at a distance, ensuring it neither failed to dry her hair nor damaged her scalp. The height was just right, making Lu Chaoqing incredibly comfortable. Her skill was no less than that of a professional hairdresser. In fact, by the time she was done, Lu Chaoqing was yawning sleepily, only waking up when she checked the time on her phone.

It was already seven or eight o’clock in the evening. If she returned any later, the security guard at the company gate would probably have to log her in. Messages in the WeChat group kept asking Lu Chaoqing why she hadn’t returned yet. Starting tomorrow, everyone would be rushing to various schedules, so today was the last night they could rest a little.

As she was looking at her phone, a strand of hair fell to the floor. Lu Chaoqing bent down to pick it up. Her loose top swung forward, and Lin Chumu, whose gaze was lowered, immediately shifted her sight as if burned. This time, her voice involuntarily carried a hint of anger: “Why aren’t you wearing…”

“Sister, I need to go back now, thank you, Sister!”

Lu Chaoqing, who had just finished speaking, immediately looked up and gave her a cute ‘shush’ gesture, completely oblivious to Lin Chumu’s slightly disturbed expression and the area that had been exposed from her dropped neckline moments ago. She sent a voice message to her teammates and then stood up from the small stool, “I’ll be very busy recently. I’ll come find you later!”

Lin Chumu was helpless with her reaction and could only temporarily suppress her emotions: “Should I call the driver to take you back?”

Lu Chaoqing nodded. After changing back into her clothes in the room, she hurriedly walked out.

On the way, Lu Chaoqing received a new message from the APP.

The main plot progress was still agonizingly slow, but the side mission speed was acceptable. Lin Chumu’s favorability toward her had finally slowly climbed to the edge of five, while Jiang Yang’s was rising linearly, from the initial teens to the current thirty or forty.

The latter had sent her several messages after returning home, asking if she had reached the dorm one moment and what she was doing the next. Lu Chaoqing sent a “crying face” emoji, and, as expected, he immediately asked what was wrong several times.

Lu Chaoqing disliked Jiang Yang and deliberately ignored him for a while, instead contemplating Lin Chumu’s behavior.

From the very beginning, Lu Chaoqing could feel that Lin Chumu’s attitude towards her was strangely erratic.

If she hated her, she shouldn’t have helped her sometimes. But if she liked her, that didn’t seem right either. Lu Chaoqing had woken up in the same bed as Lin Chumu when she transmigrated, establishing a relationship that was bound to be subtle. Yet, every time Lin Chumu got close, she felt inexplicably…

There was a feeling of playing hard to get.

It was like she would verbally refuse every time, but in reality, she would agree to all her small requests. Whether it was sleeping together or helping to blow-dry her hair, as long as it wasn’t too excessive, she would comply.

In other words, Lin Chumu shouldn’t genuinely dislike her, but rather was playing a “cat and mouse” game?

After this unexpected new direction opened up in her thoughts, Lu Chaoqing suddenly felt she must be right. She walked into the dorm, pushing open the door with a smug smile she forgot to drop. The few girls who were playing games under the light immediately turned their heads and, in a blink, saw Lu Chaoqing’s new clothes.

It was a style completely different from her usual casual wear, significantly more mature than Lu Chaoqing’s own temperament. In fact, it didn’t look particularly good on her—loose and baggy, but not in a sporty way. Jiang Qishuang, who had won the game and was sticking small stickers on Chen Li’s face, widened her beautiful eyes and scanned Lu Chaoqing up and down before drawing out a long, rising “Oh”: “Qingqing, whose man’s…” She paused, realizing her mistake, and immediately corrected smoothly, “woman’s clothes are you wearing?”