The Heroine Pays Me to Fall in Love (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 47

This week, Jiang Zhinan and Su Jin barely had any chance to see each other.

Ever since that livestream, Su Jin’s popularity had skyrocketed. With the sudden flood of commercial offers, she’d been busy every single day. It was practically impossible for Jiang Zhinan to even catch a glimpse of her.

But it wasn’t unbearable—after all, they lived in the same city. If they wanted to see each other, they eventually would.

With that thought comforting her, Jiang Zhinan secretly longed for the week to pass faster, eager for the day they’d agreed to go get matching little star tattoos.

The system had told her it was going offline to rest and urged her to wash up and sleep as well.

“Okay.” Jiang Zhinan smiled softly and sat up. “I was just about to.”

The system nodded, said goodnight, and quickly disappeared.

Silence settled around her again, broken only by the occasional chirping of insects and distant brake sounds outside the window.

The temperature had been dropping lately, the cold driving most insects away. The streets were quiet too; everyone had long gone home and burrowed under their blankets.

But for Jiang Zhinan, the night was still far from over.

Su Jin was probably still working. Jiang Zhinan had texted her at noon and still hadn’t received a reply. She figured Su Jin had been too busy to even look at her phone.

She was worried, but she didn’t dare disturb her—so she simply waited, refusing to sleep until Su Jin replied.

That was how she’d spent the past several nights.

Letting out a small sigh, she lay back down, pulled a pillow into her arms, and silently waited for Su Jin’s message.

An hour passed. Then another. And then even more—she had no idea how long she had waited. Her yawns eventually strung together, one after another.

Only then did the phone beside her pillow finally vibrate.

She jolted awake, snatching it up. One glance told her: it was Su Jin.

Her lips curled into a smile before she even had time to tap the message open.

“Just got home. Are you asleep?” the WeChat screen showed.

“Not yet,” Jiang Zhinan typed back quickly. “I was waiting for you.”

“You should sleep earlier next time,” Su Jin replied. “It’s really late now. You’re busy during the day too—you need to take care of yourself.”

She was worrying about her.

By all logic, Jiang Zhinan should have responded with a simple “okay,” followed by a mutual goodnight, and ended the conversation there.

Su Jin had worked all day. She deserved a proper rest.

But Jiang Zhinan lowered her head and stared at the chat window for a long time, unable to type.

She didn’t want the conversation to end. She had waited so long, and she didn’t want their interaction to amount to just a line or two.

There were so many things she wanted to tell Su Jin—she wanted to ask how her day went, who she met, whether she was in a good mood. She wanted to share what had happened to her the past few days, her little joys and frustrations.

But when the words reached the tip of her tongue, she couldn’t bring herself to send them.

After a long silence, she sighed softly, moved her fingers, and typed a single, earnest question:

“Did you miss me?”

She hesitated for quite a while before sending it, thinking Su Jin was probably doing something else and wouldn’t reply quickly.

But the very second the message was sent, a video call request popped up—so fast it almost startled her.

Jiang Zhinan froze, nerves tightening, before she accepted the call.

A moment later, that familiar face appeared on her screen—gentle, lazy, seductive, wearing a faint smile.

A smile that made Jiang Zhinan’s heartbeat stumble.

Su Jin still hadn’t changed out of her outfit; she looked formal, just as she’d said—she truly had just gotten home.

“Are you tired?” Jiang Zhinan asked, studying her through the camera, worry softening her eyes. “Have you been overworking these past few days?”

“I’m fine,” Su Jin replied. Her exhaustion was hidden well—she didn’t want Jiang Zhinan to notice. “What about you? Are you doing okay?”

“I’m good. You don’t have to worry,” Jiang Zhinan said with a small nod, a smile slowly appearing.

“That’s good,” Su Jin murmured, her own lips curling. After a beat, she added, “Then let’s continue our earlier topic.”

“I missed you,” she said softly. Every word carried weight. “Very, very much.”

“What about you? Did you miss me?”

The two of them talked for a long, long time.

In the end, the call only ended because one of them fell asleep.

On the other side of the screen, Jiang Zhinan was fast asleep. Her phone had slipped from her hand, the camera now pointed at a blank expanse of white ceiling.

But Su Jin could still hear her breathing—faint, uneven, but clearly deep with sleep.

She must have been exhausted long before this, only forcing herself to stay awake so she could talk to Su Jin. Only now did she finally give in and drift off.

“Goodnight.” Su Jin whispered after a long silence. She didn’t hang up. Instead, she set her phone beside her pillow.

“Love you,” she breathed, a soft smile on her lips.

Two days later, the long-awaited day finally arrived.

Jiang Zhinan finished her work early that morning and waited excitedly for Su Jin to contact her. Her phone never left her hand—she held it tightly, as if afraid she’d miss even a second.

During that time, Liu Zhiguo came in to drop something off. The moment he saw her cradling her phone like it was some kind of treasure, he froze in place, practically jumping in shock.

“Boss?” He paused, dragged a chair over, and sat down in front of her, leaning in to look at her phone. “You didn’t get a new one, so why are you treating it like it’s made of gold?”

“Or are you waiting for your little sweetheart to call you?”

He and Chen Bin had followed Zhou Ying from the very beginning. Their relationship had always been good—straightforward, direct, nothing to hide.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Zhinan turned her head toward him, startled. “Was it that obvious?”

“Very obvious.” Liu Zhiguo nodded with a mischievous grin. “Your smile is about to fly off your face.”

“Go, go, go.” Embarrassed by his teasing, Jiang Zhinan waved him off. “Get lost and go do your job.”

“No, hold on.” Liu Zhiguo leaned back while still chattering away. “Boss, you’re not being fair. You’ve got a girlfriend and you didn’t tell me? I had to hear about it accidentally from Chen Bin. Is it that Su Jin you’ve been thinking about all this time?”

“Yes.” Jiang Zhinan nodded, admitting it generously. “Alright, I’m telling you now.”

“That doesn’t count.” Liu Zhiguo continued bargaining. “Since your wish came true, we should get a little benefit too, right? Treat us to a meal, not too much to ask. And bring Su Jin along so we can all chat?”

“Sure.” Jiang Zhinan agreed, a helpless smile tugging at her lips.

“Great! I’ll arrange it for tomorrow.” Liu Zhiguo gave her a thumbs-up, then grabbed the documents and walked out.

Jiang Zhinan shook her head at his retreating figure. When she looked back at her phone, a message from Su Jin had just popped up.

“Got time now? If you’re not busy, I’ll come pick you up. Let’s go get those tattoos together?”

“Okay.” Jiang Zhinan smiled, typing quickly as she leaned back in her chair.

“I’m not busy at all. Come get me— I miss you!”

“Mm, on my way. Ten minutes.” Su Jin replied almost immediately.

She said ten minutes, but it wasn’t even that long. By the time Jiang Zhinan shut down her computer, tidied her desk, and took the elevator down, she could already see Su Jin waiting for her outside the company entrance.

Su Jin was wearing a perfectly fitted black casual outfit today; her legs looked impossibly long and straight. She drew plenty of stares from people passing by.

Jiang Zhinan quickly walked over and stopped in front of her, then pulled her into a tight embrace.

“I missed you.” Her voice was muffled against Su Jin’s shoulder—soft, sweet, and a little clingy.

“Me too.” Su Jin raised a hand to gently pat her back, then pulled a warm drink from her pocket like always and placed it in her hands.

“Let’s go.” she said, hailing a cab.

Hu Meng hadn’t booked any other clients today—she’d deliberately kept her whole schedule open for the two of them.

When they arrived, Hu Meng was lounging on the sofa playing a game. Hearing the door open, she instinctively looked up—and immediately saw Jiang Zhinan standing beside Su Jin, quietly sipping from her straw like an obedient kitten.

No alcohol today. Her big, round almond eyes were clear and bright, sparkling as though filled with stars. She gave Hu Meng a polite smile as soon as their eyes met—cute enough to melt someone on the spot.

Hu Meng felt a warm pang in her chest. Then came the familiar wave of envy. She had no idea where Su Jin had picked up such a precious little treasure. Why couldn’t she ever meet someone like that?

Sighing, she closed her game, poured them two glasses of water, and asked which of them wanted to go first.

Su Jin had planned to go first so Jiang Zhinan could watch the process and feel more at ease before it was her turn. That way she wouldn’t be scared.

But before she even opened her mouth, Jiang Zhinan raised her hand. “I’ll go first.”

“You sure?” Su Jin turned to her, concern leaking into her voice.

“It’s fine.” Jiang Zhinan shook her head softly. “I’m ready.”

And she really was. She’d been mentally preparing for a week—planning to pave the way for Su Jin first.

“That works too.” Hu Meng smiled, having already seen through her little intention. “Go wait in the back room. I’ll get things ready.”

“Okay.” Jiang Zhinan nodded nervously and was about to stand when Su Jin suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her back—straight into her arms.

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Zhinan blinked, her heroic resolve instantly reduced by half.

“A kiss.” Su Jin murmured, leaning forward to press one to her lips. Then she soothed her with a gentle stroke along her back. “Don’t be scared.”

“Mm.” Jiang Zhinan nodded and nuzzled her cheek.

Standing beside the sterilizer, Hu Meng had a front-row seat to their entire sweet, sticky display. Life was already hard as it was.

And just when she thought she’d endured enough, Su Jin suddenly stood up after Jiang Zhinan went inside, walked over, and said in a low voice:

“Don’t you dare stare. And don’t touch anything either. Got it?”

Hu Meng nearly died of rage on the spot.