The Romance Extras Turned Out to Be a Yuri Story - Chapter 8

This was the first time he had ever been hit by a girl.

The back of his hand quickly turned red. Gu Beichen looked at Lin Luoluo.
“Where are you two going?”

“None of your business.” Zhang Qiu pulled her hand back and said to Lin Luoluo, “Let’s go.”

Lin Luoluo followed behind her like a little wife who had been scolded.

Gu Beichen’s eyes turned dark. The boy sitting next to him quickly flattered him,
“President, what could girls possibly be up to? Probably going off to duel on the ‘Peak of Bauhinia’ for love or something. Best if you don’t interfere.”

Although Lin Luoluo had just transferred in, she had been following Gu Beichen around all day long, calling him “brother” this and “brother” that, even pushing her own biological brother Lin Xiangdong aside. Anyone could tell she liked Gu Beichen.

Today, she had openly mocked Zhang Qiu in front of him, and now she called Zhang Qiu out in front of him again—why else? For love, of course.

Everyone thought so. Since Zhang Qiu had told Gu Beichen not to interfere, it only confirmed their suspicions.

After all, she hadn’t confessed, nor had she done anything overly inappropriate. For a guy to step in would look bad.

But Gu Beichen’s heart was in turmoil, unlike the easy assumptions of the others. Under the envious gazes around him, he had no choice but to keep up the cold, untouchable image of the “male god,” raising his glass with the others.

Meanwhile, pulled outside by Zhang Qiu, Lin Luoluo just stared blankly at her.
“What did you call me out for?” Zhang Qiu asked.

Lin Luoluo came back to her senses.
“Does your hand still hurt?”

Zhang Qiu turned her wrist left and right. On the wrist that Gu Beichen had gripped, there was an angry red mark.

“I’m fine,” she said.

Lin Luoluo pursed her lips, carefully took her hand, and sprayed it with medicine.

The sharp smell of medicine quickly spread. Zhang Qiu, staring at Lin Luoluo’s fluffy little head, spaced out a little.
“You called me out just for this…”

Lin Luoluo’s little lips pouted.
“You’re clearly hurt, but you refuse to go to the hospital.”

Zhang Qiu chuckled.
“It’s an old injury. I strained it playing tennis before. If I’m careless, it hurts again. It’s nothing—I can manage.”

“Then why didn’t you treat it right away?” Lin Luoluo retorted. “I saw your hand trembling when you were holding the pen earlier. You were obviously in pain.”

Zhang Qiu’s cool expression showed a flicker of surprise. She hadn’t expected Lin Luoluo to notice during the elections. She rotated her wrist again.
“Then I have to thank you—for treating it. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Hmph.

Lin Luoluo lifted her chin, stuffing the spray into Zhang Qiu’s hands.
“This young lady is rewarding you. Handle it yourself from now on.”

It wasn’t guilt, of course. She just couldn’t help wondering if her clumsy jump out of the window earlier had somehow made things worse for Zhang Qiu’s wrist.

Looking at Lin Luoluo’s delicate little face, Zhang Qiu suddenly smiled.

She raised her hand and did what she had wanted to do from the moment she met Lin Luoluo—she ruffled her lamb’s-wool curls. Just as she imagined, they felt amazing, softer than silk, smoother than her Labrador’s glossy fur.

“Thanks,” Zhang Qiu said sincerely.

Lin Luoluo, who had been about to push her hand away, froze. Her face flushed red. After holding her breath a while, she muttered in a muffled voice,
“You helped me, and I helped you. Now we’re even.”

She then rushed back into the private room. Zhang Qiu followed slowly, smiling to herself.

Inside, Lin Luoluo felt a little regretful. That hadn’t been what she meant to say just now, but when the moment came, the words got stuck, and nonsense came out instead. Covering her face, she heard Lin Xiangdong calling her.

“Luoluo, over here!”

He hadn’t forgotten about his little sister—he’d saved her a seat beside him.

She walked over and sat down. Just as the meat in the pot was ready, Lin Xiangdong placed some in her bowl. She glanced at it, then swapped out the clean bowl in front of him instead. He looked confused.

In a whisper, Lin Luoluo said,
“Did you forget I don’t eat meat?”

Lin Xiangdong scratched his head.
“Then cook what you want.”

While everyone else was fishing meat out of the spicy red pot, Lin Luoluo cooked vegetables in the clear soup pot, earnestly munching on greens like a little herbivore.

Sitting next to Gu Beichen and finding herself unable to eat, Zhang Qiu looked across the table at Lin Luoluo. Even her favorite foods matched her lamb-like appearance—seriously munching on vegetables. Watching her, Zhang Qiu suddenly had an appetite again, and she scooped up the shrimp paste Lin Luoluo had just put in.

Out of all meats, shrimp was the only one Lin Luoluo could tolerate—she always found other meats fishy, though others didn’t notice it. Shrimp, however, tasted fine to her.

Seeing her shrimp paste end up in Zhang Qiu’s bowl, Lin Luoluo sulked and put another one in. As she waited for it to cook, she sipped on the milk tea her brother had ordered for her. But when it was almost ready, another pair of chopsticks reached in.

Lin Luoluo widened her eyes and glared at Zhang Qiu.

Zhang Qiu, deliberately teasing her, slowly lifted it toward her own bowl—only to set it into an empty dish instead and hand it over with a smile.
“Here.”

Blushing, Lin Luoluo took it, realizing she had unfairly doubted her.

Gu Beichen, who had been drinking, suddenly glanced sideways and asked in a low voice,
“When did you two get so close?”

His voice was quiet, only loud enough for Zhang Qiu to hear.

But Lin Luoluo noticed that the smile on Zhang Qiu’s face suddenly vanished. Zhang Qiu put down her chopsticks and said coldly,
“What does that have to do with you?”

Gu Beichen lowered his voice.
“Zhang Qiu, don’t think you can make me forgive you with little tricks like this. Xiaoxiao is still waiting for your apology.”

Zhang Qiu dropped her gaze, then laughed abruptly. Standing, she looked down at him and said,
“Gu Beichen, I’ve really had enough of you.”

She shoved her chair back and left.

The cheerful atmosphere instantly froze. Everyone stopped talking and watched as the door slammed shut, then turned their gazes toward Gu Beichen.

He set down his glass heavily and chased after her.

Inside, the room stayed tense until Lin Xiangdong broke the silence.
“Let’s eat, don’t wait for them.”

Lin Luoluo tugged on his sleeve, whispering,
“Brother, my stomach hurts. I want to go home first.”

“Oh, I’ll take you,” he said.

“No need. I’ll have the driver pick me up. You stay and have fun.” Lin Luoluo smiled, then got up and left.

Scratching his head, Lin Xiangdong thought she seemed odd, but assumed she just felt upset seeing Gu Beichen chase after Zhang Qiu. He turned back to drinking with the others.

Outside, waiting by the roadside, Lin Luoluo soon spotted Gu Beichen and Zhang Qiu in the distance.

The two seemed to be quarreling. Gu Beichen grabbed Zhang Qiu’s hand to stop her, while she looked furious, seemingly scolding him. Lin Luoluo worried for her wrist but sighed with relief when she realized he was holding her uninjured left hand.

She wanted to move closer to overhear but also felt it was wrong. While she was hesitating, her family’s car arrived.

With a sigh, Lin Luoluo got in.

The driver asked where she was headed. As the car started toward home, her phone suddenly rang—it was Gu Beichen.

His voice over the phone carried fatigue.
“Luoluo, can you take me home?”

What?

She checked the screen again. It really was Gu Beichen. After hesitating, she softly agreed and had the driver turn back.

By the time they returned, Zhang Qiu was gone. Looking around and seeing no sign of her, Gu Beichen got into the car, and Lin Luoluo had the driver take him home first.

For a long time, Gu Beichen stayed silent. Nearing his home, he finally asked,
“Lin Luoluo, am I really arrogant and conceited?”

The question stunned her. Thinking about what she’d read in the book about him, she wanted to nod, but in her role as the “vicious female side character” who adored him, she couldn’t break character. So she forced herself to shake her head.

“How could that be, Beichen?”

Her voice was soft and sugary.
“Beichen-gege has every reason to be proud.”

His voice sank.
“Just now, Zhang Qiu said I was arrogant and conceited, that she couldn’t stand it anymore. She wants to break up with me.”

He only wanted an apology from her, yet somehow things had ended like this.

Lin Luoluo’s heart stirred, and an involuntary trace of joy appeared on her face. She didn’t even know why she was happy. Maybe because she truly wished for Zhang Qiu to escape the male lead. But since Gu Beichen sat beside her, she forced her lips down and comforted him,
“Beichen-gege is so outstanding. She just doesn’t recognize your worth.”

Inwardly, she wished Zhang Qiu would never recognize it.

But Gu Beichen still sounded dejected.
“Zhang Qiu and I have been together for three years. I really wanted to marry her.”

Lin Luoluo’s smile faded. She suddenly understood why he had called her. He just needed someone to vent to, someone to comfort him. And who better than the “side character” who always clung to him?

It was disgusting.

During his relationship with Zhang Qiu, had he gone to other women like this too, behind her back?

Still, Lin Luoluo had no choice but to keep acting her role.
“She’s not from our world. Forced love never lasts.”

That part, at least, was the truth.

But she wasn’t belittling Zhang Qiu—she just didn’t want Zhang Qiu to be dragged into this filthy so-called “upper-class” circle.

Zhang Qiu was like the bright moon in the sky. Gu Beichen should have been overjoyed just to hold her, but instead, he wanted to stain her with his colors.

Not stupid—just cruel.

He wanted to impose his own rules on her, to make her no longer herself.

Lin Luoluo’s heart ached for Zhang Qiu.

She was so talented, capable of building her own life and career, yet because she had met Gu Beichen, she was shackled, reduced to a mere accessory, judged by others with disdainful eyes.

But weren’t these people just groveling at the feet of someone stronger themselves?

Who was really nobler than anyone else?

Lin Luoluo saw it clearly.

Even without his mother’s disapproval, they would have split eventually. Because Zhang Qiu and Gu Beichen’s values would always clash. A rich young master born at the finish line could never understand that ordinary people also had dignity.

Gu Beichen fell silent. The car finally stopped at the Gu residence.

“Thanks for taking me,” he said as he got out.

As the “vicious side character who liked the male lead,” Lin Luoluo naturally had to get out and see him off. Standing by the car, she waved at him—

Just then, the Gu family’s iron gate swung open. The butler walked out and said,
“Madam noticed Miss Lin has arrived. She would like to invite you inside for a visit.”

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