Transmigrated Into the Stand-In of the Tragic Novel’s Heroine - Chapter 4

Han Shu dared to abuse his power to punish an unremarkable small streamer simply because she had no one backing her.

How could he have guessed that the constantly busy CEO Chang would stand up for this small streamer? But he had never heard of them having any connection! Han Shu couldn’t help but feel a cold sweat break out.

Chang Qing didn’t know what Han Shu was thinking, nor did he care about his thoughts. Leaving aside that the small streamer was the victim to begin with, even if she had done something inappropriate, he still had to give Chang Yishao face—of course, someone who could get Chang Yishao to speak up would certainly not be that kind of person. His stern gaze swept over Han Shu; he spoke languidly: “Since there’s no fault, handle it according to the rules. Oh, and don’t forget to compensate her. As for Director Han—” Chang Qing sneered, saying mercilessly, “Go and receive your punishment, and your performance bonus for one quarter will be deducted.”

Han Shu was full of complaints.

Xie Qingtang did not know that someone was standing up for her at this moment.

She came out after taking a shower and bumped into Chang Yishao, who was sitting on the bed reading a book—What grand scenes hadn’t she witnessed? No, as a cold, non-pairing (No CP) player, although she had played various roles and identities, she really hadn’t encountered a scene like this.

The second night sleeping in the same bed.

Her mind was clearer than last night.

Bright light illuminated the room, and the curtain draped on the floor gently moved due to the breeze outside. Chang Yishao held Zuo Zhuan, appearing extremely focused. After a short period of time together, Xie Qingtang also knew the main job of this eldest miss—a history teacher. She had a scholarly temperament, and every aspect of her appealed to Xie Qingtang’s aesthetic; the only regret was that she belonged to someone else.

Xie Qingtang ran her fingers through her damp hair.

She saw the hairdryer placed on the desk and glanced at Chang Yishao again. Chang Yishao, who was originally immersed in her own world, seemed to sense something, looked up at her, and asked gently, “Do you need help?”

“No—” The word of refusal stopped on her lips and was swallowed back by Xie Qingtang. She met Chang Yishao’s gaze and said casually, “Then you do it.” With this practiced tone, she must have done this often. She thought accepting this “commission” was a job, but she didn’t expect to come to Chang Yishao’s house to enjoy life and be served. What if she got used to it? Xie Qingtang’s thoughts unconsciously drifted away until Chang Yishao’s finger snagged, pulling on her scalp.

She hissed in pain, looked back at Chang Yishao, and her face was full of suspicion.

“Sorry.” Chang Yishao’s expression was gentle, and her eyes, full of affection, held a trace of apology.

Xie Qingtang almost got goosebumps. She rubbed her arm and let out a soft hum: “Be careful.”

Chang Yishao acknowledged. Her fingers threaded through Xie Qingtang’s slightly curled black hair, flowing like water. Her eyes, which held tenderness, deepened a little more.

Xie Qingtang narrowed her eyes, being served so comfortably that she felt light and airy, as if treading on clouds.

Her appreciation for Chang Yishao was limited to her beauty, so she didn’t care about Chang Yishao’s true or false feelings. As Chang Yishao’s fingers fiddled with the strands of hair on her shoulder, she suddenly reached out and pressed down on Chang Yishao’s hand, saying, “Miss Chang, I’m actually a little troubled. What exactly do you need me to do? I don’t quite understand?” There was something missing between them. She thought Chang Yishao would tell her about the past with He Yan Jin, which would make it easier to get into character.

Chang Yishao was silent for a while before saying again, “Follow your heart.” Anyway, the only thing she wanted to see was this face.

Xie Qingtang: “…” What kind of person is this, to change her mind like this. Could it be that she hadn’t come out of character yet and was treating her as the former crush who had treated her badly? Following her—no, following He Yan Jin’s heart? Xie Qingtang thought for a moment but couldn’t figure it out. She released Chang Yishao’s hand, her fingertips still carrying a trace of Chang Yishao’s warmth. She stopped speculating about the “client’s” thoughts. Anyway, she would just continue playing the role. When the time came, she would raise her demands, wouldn’t she?

After relaxing, the discomfort of having another person in the bed finally faded. Xie Qingtang didn’t want to torment herself. After briefly responding to a few of Chang Yishao’s sentences, she fell into a deep sleep. Chang Yishao turned off the light; that tiny bit of light was dispersed by the darkness, but after her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could still make out the silhouette of the person beside her. Chang Yishao lay on her side, looking at Xie Qingtang, and whispered, “Not alike at all, but isn’t it better this way?”

When Xie Qingtang got up, Chang Yishao had already gone to work.

She still left a poached egg in the kitchen. On one side of the cutting board, the chopped green onions were neatly arranged, and next to it was a bunch of noodles, implying that Xie Qingtang should cook the noodles herself.

Xie Qingtang rubbed her forehead. She glanced at the time, close to ten o’clock—this clearly couldn’t be blamed on Chang Yishao; if it were any later, the noodles would have been a soggy mess.

Leaving aside the plot of this world, this was indeed like a retirement life.

After her live stream channel was shut down, Xie Qingtang naturally needed to look for her next job; she couldn’t rely entirely on Chang Yishao.

Being a freeloader was her former dream, but she couldn’t rely on others’ power to be one.

Just as Xie Qingtang was sitting on the sofa comparing other platforms, the person in charge of the Moya platform called. At this moment, Han Shu was speaking humbly, clearly not in the arrogant manner he had before. Xie Qingtang guessed that Chang Yishao’s methods had taken effect. She gave a light scoff and absent-mindedly responded to the person on the other end. She wasn’t too angry; since the Moya platform had disciplined Han Shu, the person in charge, and offered her compensation, she naturally had to show respect for Chang Yishao’s sake and forgive him, right?

The announcement on the Moya platform had already been scrolling in the news feed.

Many people thought the streamer named “Tang Xi” would vanish from the Moya platform, but what they got was the platform’s apology and three weeks of featured recommendation slots, which many people wanted.

When Xie Qingtang opened her live stream channel, a large number of people instantly poured in, and the bullet screen scrolled wildly. Of course, they were all curious about “Tang Xi,” such as how she managed to settle the matter and who was backing her.

[She must have a background too, right? Otherwise, would Moya punish a director for her? Even if he abused his power, so what?]

[Did you notice the decorations behind her in the last stream? Does that bogu shelf look like it belongs to a poor person?]

[Sister, sing, hurry up and sing!]

[I followed her before; this streamer sings terribly, and she even has fans? Amazing.]

Xie Qingtang glanced at the messy bullet screen and didn’t take those comments to heart.

She wasn’t planning on singing either. Since the live stream didn’t restrict what she could stream, why should she strain her voice?

“Welcome everyone to my live stream. I don’t want to sing today, nor tomorrow,” Xie Qingtang cleared her throat and said.

[???????????????????]

[Did I hear wrong? Am I deaf? Then why open the stream.]

[It’s okay, it’s worth it just to look at this face!]

[Then what is Little Tang planning to do?]

Xie Qingtang said lazily: “Play games.”

The answer was a screen full of question marks.

Xie Qingtang didn’t care much. The game she opened was a currently popular one called “Divine Spark.” In short, it was a hero battle game, and the heroes were deities from myths worldwide. Since she had only been in this world for a short time, Xie Qingtang hadn’t played even a hundred matches—this was seen by the viewers in the live stream. At this moment, there was constant heckling, such as “Streamer, don’t cry from being beaten” or “Streamer, just stick to singing, why bother with the popular trend.”

Half an hour later.

[Dad, carry your little brother!]

[Streamer, what’s your main account?]

Xie Qingtang calmly turned off the game.

“Thank you, everyone. See you next time.”

[??? Is this a proper streamer?]

Xie Qingtang caught a glimpse of this sentence and let out a soft “tsk.” That person was right; being a “streamer” wasn’t proper enough, and being someone’s “girlfriend” wasn’t proper either.

As an auxiliary subject teacher, especially history, Chang Yishao was relatively free after class. She also didn’t need to stay on duty during evening self-study, so she usually returned home early.

But today, she was clearly half an hour later than usual.

Xie Qingtang was playing a game on the sofa. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she didn’t even put down the game console, let alone look up.

Chang Yishao pursed her lips. After a moment, she tiptoed to Xie Qingtang’s side. Just then, Xie Qingtang’s phone screen was lit up, and she immediately noticed the game icon she had seen countless times recently—Divine Spark.

Xie Qingtang couldn’t completely ignore such a live person standing silently close to her. Her operation faltered, and the race car, which had been speeding along the cliff, flew directly off the broken cliff, resulting in a cruel “game over.” Xie Qingtang put down the game console. She looked up at Chang Yishao and asked in confusion, “Is something the matter?”

Chang Yishao leaned down, her fingertip tapping the game on the screen, asking, “Can you play it?”

Xie Qingtang was a bit confused. She nodded reservedly, thinking, could Chang Yishao not allow people to play games? But the contract clearly didn’t mention this.

Then Chang Yishao crossed her arms and said casually, “Teach me.”

Xie Qingtang: “?” She stared intently at Chang Yishao for a moment, and the corners of her lips curled into a smile. Her gaze lingered on Chang Yishao, finally settling on the beautiful collarbone half-hidden by her collar—it was even more striking and alluring when she wore pajamas at night. After a long while, she said, “What will be the tuition fee?”

Because of her words, a hint of meaning appeared in Chang Yishao’s calm, wave-less eyes. An emotion quickly flashed across her eyes, difficult to catch. “What do you want?” Her tone became increasingly gentle and intimate.

Xie Qingtang felt her scalp tingle from the way Chang Yishao looked at her. She instinctively sensed a hint of danger.

What did she want? Money, of course. But she didn’t say it aloud.

Being looked at so tenderly by Chang Yishao, why had she suddenly lost that worldly desire?

After a long pause, she resisted the clinging and disgust and said, “I naturally want you.”

Chang Yishao fell silent. Her expression changed slightly, as if she had been disgusted.

Xie Qingtang: “…” She knew the sense of danger just now was an illusion.

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