The Heroine Pays Me to Fall in Love (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 44

The star Su Jin had been drawing ultimately remained only a rough outline.

Jiang Zhinan was especially sensitive—when the brush glided over her skin, her body trembled lightly, her jaw tightening involuntarily.

Yet she stubbornly endured it, refusing to make a sound. Every word she wanted to say was swallowed down into her chest, leaving only her flushed face as the telltale sign of her restraint.

Su Jin looked up at her. Her hand froze midair, and for a moment, it felt as if the blood in her veins had stopped flowing.

“Does it tickle?” she asked softly, raising the hand that wasn’t holding the brush to gently touch Jiang Zhinan’s earlobe.

That gentle motion completely caught Jiang Zhinan off guard. Her ears burned, and it felt as though she had plunged headfirst into a wave of heat—her body tense, her mind scattering, a mix of tingling and numbness spreading through her.

But Su Jin’s fingertips carried a trace of the night’s coolness. When they brushed against her ear, that chill seemed to calm the fever beneath her skin, making Jiang Zhinan feel, just for a moment, like she’d been saved.

And yet—another feeling quickly rose in its place.

Unable to hold back, Jiang Zhinan parted her lips and let out a soft, unguarded sound.

“It tickles,” she murmured, nodding slightly, her face bright red as she avoided Su Jin’s gaze.

At that instant, Su Jin felt the string taut within her heart snap.

“Then, let’s not draw anymore, okay?” she said, her voice trembling slightly. Setting the brush aside, she rose to her feet, leaning forward until she was close enough to feel Jiang Zhinan’s breath.

Her hands came up to cradle Jiang Zhinan’s heated face. She began with a kiss on the forehead, then another, slowly trailing downward until her lips found hers.

Her voice was soft and tender, patient as if coaxing her into a dream. “What do you think, hmm?”

Jiang Zhinan knew exactly what that meant.

In the back of her mind, the system coughed discreetly. Everything had been prepared—the ointment was ready, waiting only for her command.

And the person before her, standing in the gentle wash of light and shadow, was watching her with a faint, patient smile.

Who could possibly refuse that?

“Mm.” Jiang Zhinan nodded, lifting her hands to wrap them around Su Jin’s neck. She pressed her cheek against her shoulder, her voice barely above a whisper. “Okay.”

When Jiang Zhinan woke the next morning, the room was filled with the warm fragrance of freshly cooked rice.

Her body felt fine—no pain, no discomfort. She yawned, stretching lazily before slipping into the neatly folded clothes Su Jin had laid out for her. Then she shuffled in her slippers to the bathroom to wash up.

Su Jin was meticulous as always. Everything she needed—towel, cup, toothbrush—had been neatly arranged.

By the time Jiang Zhinan finished washing, Su Jin had already set breakfast on the table.

Jiang Zhinan looked down to see several golden, fragrant egg pancakes on a plate, with two bowls of steaming red date and barley seed porridge beside them.

“Feeling alright?” Su Jin asked gently, handing her a pair of chopsticks.

“Mm.” Jiang Zhinan nodded, her voice soft. “I’m fine.”

“After breakfast, I’ll drive you,” Su Jin said. “You still have to go to the company today, right?”

“It’s okay,” Jiang Zhinan replied, shaking her head. She picked up a piece of pancake, the delicious scent filling her nose as she bit into it. “I already sent my location to Chen Bin. He’ll come pick me up soon.”

“You just rest at home, and maybe finish setting up your equipment.”

“Alright.” Su Jin didn’t press further—she simply nodded and smiled faintly.

After breakfast, Chen Bin arrived downstairs. Jiang Zhinan changed her shoes and coat, getting ready to leave, but when she turned around, she saw Su Jin had already put on her jacket as well.

“Are you heading out too?” Jiang Zhinan asked.

“Yeah,” Su Jin said with a smile, resting her hand gently on Jiang Zhinan’s head and ruffling her hair. “I’m sending my girlfriend downstairs.”

The hallway was brighter than the night before. Even the room across the hall—the one littered with funeral paper—looked less eerie now, bathed in sunlight seeping through the window cracks.

As they walked down the stairs, Jiang Zhinan glanced toward that room a few times. Silently, she bowed her head and offered a prayer in her heart—hoping the departed could rest peacefully in another world.

And hoping, too, that Su Jin would be safe and happy.

By the time she finished her quiet prayer, they had reached the ground floor.

Chen Bin was already waiting in the car. When he saw Jiang Zhinan coming, he straightened immediately and got out to open the passenger door for her.

“Let’s go,” Jiang Zhinan said, turning back to wave at Su Jin. Her face glowed in the morning light, her smile bright and soft.

“Got it,” Su Jin replied, nodding once. Then she lowered her head and placed a gentle kiss on Jiang Zhinan’s forehead.

“Take care of yourself.”

“Alright.” Jiang Zhinan answered obediently, then turned and got back into the car.

Chen Bin started the engine again. The vehicle rolled forward, made a turn, and headed toward the main gate.

During this time, Su Jin never moved. She stood straight and steady, a faint smile curving her lips as she watched Jiang Zhinan leave.

Through the rearview mirror, Jiang Zhinan caught sight of her—then, after a moment, her own lips curved slightly upward. Her heart felt full, warm, and content.

“Boss,” Chen Bin said suddenly. Having spent a lot of time with Zhou Ying, the two had become quite close, and he never hesitated to speak his mind. Seeing Jiang Zhinan smiling so brightly, he couldn’t resist asking, “You and Su Jin, you’re together now?”

“Mhm.” Since he was one of her own, Jiang Zhinan saw no need to hide it and admitted it openly.

“Whoa.” Chen Bin blinked in surprise, then broke into a cheerful laugh, genuinely happy for her. “Boss, that’s awesome—absolutely legendary!”

Jiang Zhinan only chuckled and told him to focus on driving.

“Got it, got it.” Chen Bin nodded, pressed his lips together, and concentrated on the road again. Before long, he pulled up in front of the company building.

Her assistant was out sick that day, and Jiang Zhinan had a pile of work waiting for her. The moment she stepped into the office, she buried herself in it—so much so that she forgot all about lunch.

It wasn’t until Liu Zhiguo brought a meal into her office that she finally put her pen down.

“Don’t overwork yourself, Boss,” Liu Zhiguo said, setting the lunchbox gently on her desk with a hint of concern in his voice.

“I know,” Jiang Zhinan nodded, smiling slightly. “Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for?” Liu Zhiguo laughed, waving her off before quietly closing the office door behind him.

Jiang Zhinan sighed and leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms above her head with a long exhale.

Su Jin had probably been busy setting up equipment all morning—she hadn’t even sent a single message. After lounging for a while, Jiang Zhinan finally sat up, opened Su Jin’s chat window, and started typing a message to ask how things were going.

But just as she finished typing—before she could even hit send—a link suddenly popped up from Su Jin.

Followed by two simple words: “Take a look.”

The two of them really were on the same wavelength.

Jiang Zhinan smiled, typed back “Okay,” and tapped on the link.

A small loading circle spun on the screen for a few seconds before disappearing—then Su Jin’s face appeared.

It was a live stream portal.

It was Jiang Zhinan’s first time seeing Su Jin through such a lens, and the feeling was strangely novel—almost indescribable.

There were already quite a few viewers in the stream. Even though it had only been live for a few minutes, the audience count had already passed ten thousand.

Jiang Zhinan smiled again, amused. Her girlfriend really was getting popular fast.

Although it was Su Jin’s first time streaming, her demeanor was flawless. There wasn’t the slightest trace of nervousness or discomfort—she was just as languidly confident and effortlessly alluring as the night Jiang Zhinan first saw her perform in that bar, glowing with an unmissable light.

At the bottom of the screen, the comments section was flying by. Jiang Zhinan watched for a while; most were fans fawning over Su Jin’s looks or cheering her on.

Gifts flooded in rapidly too, and the usernames were infuriatingly bold—things like “Su Jin’s Girlfriend” or “Su Jin’s Little Lover.”

Tsk.

Jiang Zhinan let out a quiet hum, then exited the interface, recharged her account with twenty thousand yuan on the spot, and changed her username to “Su Jin’s Official Girlfriend.”

If it’s a contest of who spoils her more, then fine—let’s play.

Her lips curved into a grin as her fingers flew over the screen. Gifts burst across the live room in dazzling animation, and within moments she’d climbed all the way up to third place on the leaderboard.

On screen, Su Jin lowered her head to adjust her guitar, then asked softly, “Are the top three here? You can request a song.”

“I’m here!” Jiang Zhinan quickly typed back, continuing to throw out gifts like a storm—until she landed firmly in first place.

“Then,” Su Jin said with a faint smile, “to our ‘Su Jin’s Official Girlfriend,’ type in the song you’d like to hear—I’ll sing it just for you.”

The comment section exploded, tagging Jiang Zhinan left and right, calling her “the rich boss,” all waiting eagerly for her to name a song.

Most of them had been drawn in by Su Jin’s looks alone, unaware that she could sing at all—so now they were filled with excitement and curiosity.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Zhinan tapped out two simple words: “Little Star.”

Su Jin’s first live stream lasted about an hour. The viewer counts never once dropped below ten thousand, and the heat just kept climbing.

The media girl had been right—most people had come for her looks, but attracting them was one thing; keeping them was another.

And Su Jin had done both effortlessly. Her charm, her ease, her warmth—all of it drew people in. Combined with her genuine musical talent, she not only strengthened her fanbase but also won over countless new admirers.

By the time Jiang Zhinan exited the live room, Su Jin had even made it onto the trending list.

Curious, Jiang Zhinan clicked in. The tag was filled with screenshots from the live stream and long, glowing commentaries—hundreds of words praising Su Jin from every angle, inside and out.

Feeling delighted, Jiang Zhinan went down the list, liking every single one of them. She was just about to message Su Jin to celebrate when a new text popped up from her first.

The first line read:

“Don’t send any more gifts next time. Whatever song you want to hear, I’ll sing it for you face to face.”

The second:

“Don’t you think so, Su Jin’s Official Girlfriend?”

Somehow, she’d recognized her right away.