What Bad Intentions Could the Heroine Have? [GL] - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

It was June, the weather was clear, and the sunlight was just right. In the bustling City A, skyscrapers reached for the sky amidst a sea of traffic and hurrying pedestrians.

Suddenly, for a split second, the entire world seemed to hit the pause button. Everyone’s expressions and movements were frozen; even the wind ceased, leaving a falling leaf suspended in mid-air.

But this stillness lasted only a few seconds. When everything resumed, not a single person noticed the anomaly, and the world began to turn once again.

In a high-end apartment, Mu Xingyu suddenly bolted upright in bed. her glamorous face was deathly pale, and strands of hair at her temples were damp with sweat, clinging to the sides of her face. The only sounds in the dark room were her ragged breathing and the ticking of the bedside alarm clock. Her violent heartbeat echoed in her ears like thunder.

Mu Xingyu held her forehead, and after an unknown amount of time, she finally got out of bed. She pulled open the heavy curtains, and a flood of sunlight poured in, dispelling the darkness of the room.

Her mind was still a mess. What on earth were those things I just dreamed about?

She had become the brainless, money-grubbing “cannon fodder” female supporting character in a novel titled The Cruel CEO’s Fatal Pet?

What a joke. She loved money, sure, but she wasn’t so shameless that she’d do anything for it. Plus, the plot of that novel was way too exaggerated, wasn’t it? One-night stands, contract relationships, drunken flings, car accidents, amnesia, kidnappings, drowning… It was basically the “king of melodramas.” If it claimed to be second place, no one would dare claim first.

The author of The Cruel CEO’s Fatal Pet had run away after writing only ten chapters and leaving half an outline—and even the outline didn’t have an ending! That author was in a league of their own when it came to both clichés and unfinished endings.

In the dream, she was the cannon fodder, the male lead was Murong Huai of the Murong Group, and the female lead was Feng Chichun of the Feng Group.

Coincidentally, both were powerful figures she had met at a business banquet a few days ago—top-tier elites in the country. Rumor had it they were engaged, which matched the novel’s plot perfectly. In the story, she used a trick to get the male lead’s business card, used it to start a rumor that she was hooking up with him, and then blackmailed the female lead for money. Afterward, she became even more insufferable, doing a series of brainless things before meeting a tragic exit.

The plot of that novel was messy and melodramatic to begin with, and when combined with reality in her dream, it became even more illogical.

Mu Xingyu rubbed her head and decided to stop thinking about it. Her manager hadn’t given her any work for a few days, and she was getting bored out of her mind. She planned to head to the office today.

As she prepared to change her clothes, she saw an open magazine on her nightstand. On the glossy page, a woman in a black suit sat with her legs crossed, one hand supporting her face. Her sharp phoenix eyes were slightly raised, looking as if she were staring through the paper directly at the reader.

The person in the magazine was the heroine of her dream—Feng Chichun.

Mu Xingyu felt there was a reason her subconscious cast Feng Chichun as the novel’s lead: she was the spitting image of a fictional heroine. Beautiful, with a great figure and incredible work ethic. She had been a star student, skipping grades in middle and high school before being fast-tracked to university. After graduation, she took over the family business. Heaven was truly unfair sometimes, giving Feng Chichun a prestigious family, a stunning face, and a brilliant brain. A total winner in life.

Mu Xingyu felt that while she was pretty good herself—beautiful and signed to a modeling agency right after graduation—she was far behind someone like Feng Chichun. However, she knew her own limits. She wasn’t cut out for business; she just wanted enough money, some fame, and to eventually appear in the inner pages of Lisa Magazine.

Mu Xingyu closed the magazine. An hour later, she was dressed, in her heels, and ready to go to the office.

She hailed a taxi, gave the address, and started scrolling through Weibo on her phone. The scenery outside the window blurred past. Ten minutes later, the driver suddenly said, “Miss, we’re here.”

“How much?” “20 yuan.”

Mu Xingyu paid and stepped out, but she immediately realized something was wrong. “Driver, did you drop me off at the wrong place?”

The driver looked equally puzzled. “Miss, isn’t this the address you gave? Feng Group Headquarters. This is it.”

Mu Xingyu was confused. “I clearly said 135 West Street.”

The driver replied, “Anyway, I’ve delivered you here. My next order is coming. If you want another ride, book it through the app!” With that, he drove off, leaving Mu Xingyu in a cloud of exhaust.

Mu Xingyu was certain she hadn’t given the wrong address, but the driver had no reason to force her to the Feng Group. Was I so rattled by that nightmare that I actually gave the wrong address when I got in?

She opened the ride-hailing app to book another car. To her surprise, no matter how much she tapped, not a single car would take her order. This was truly bizarre.

She looked at the Feng Group building again and suddenly remembered something. In the dream’s plot, she had come to the Feng Group to see Feng Chichun and successfully extorted money from her.

Is it possible that if I don’t follow the plot, I won’t be able to leave this place today?

She refused to believe in such “voodoo.” But when she tried to wait at the nearby bus stop only to be repeatedly passed by every bus, she realized she had to believe this seemingly impossible thought.

After hesitating for a while, she walked into the Feng Group building with a “let’s see what happens” attitude. She didn’t believe she could just walk in and see Feng Chichun so easily.

“Hello, I’m Mu Xingyu. I’d like to see President Feng.”

The receptionist smiled. “Hello, Miss Mu. We will arrange that for you immediately.”

If confusion could take a physical form, Mu Xingyu felt she’d be covered in question marks. “Is it really this easy to see President Feng? No appointment needed?”

The receptionist’s smile was gentle. “Others certainly need an appointment, but you, Miss Mu, do not.”

“Why?” The receptionist kept smiling. “I’m not sure either.”

Mu Xingyu was reminded of those annoying customer service agents on Taobao. “Fine, I see.”

She sat on the sofa for a while. The receptionist even brought her a coffee, but Mu Xingyu didn’t like bitter things and set it down after two sips. A few minutes later, a sharp, capable-looking woman approached her.

“Hello, Miss Mu. I am President Feng’s secretary, Fang Yuandong. Please follow me; President Feng is waiting for you upstairs.”

“Okay.” Mu Xingyu stood up and followed her into a private elevator. She still felt like she hadn’t woken up. How could she see Feng Chichun so smoothly? Someone like her wasn’t easily accessible. She’d heard it took Lisa Magazine half a month just to book an interview and photoshoot.

She watched the elevator display climb until it hit 66. Fang Yuandong led her to a carved wooden door and knocked. A female voice came from inside.

“Come in.”

Fang Yuandong opened the door. The moment Mu Xingyu stepped inside, the door closed behind her. She instinctively turned around, only to face a shut door.

Then, Feng Chichun’s voice spoke again. “Wasn’t it you who wanted to see me?”

Mu Xingyu hesitated but walked around the decorative screen. A young woman with black hair and a black suit sat behind a large desk. That exquisitely beautiful face was even more stunning in person than in the magazine.

Feng Chichun had a hint of a smile on her lips. “Have a seat.” After Mu Xingyu sat down, she continued, “Hello, Miss Mu. Our last meeting left a very deep impression on me.”

Mu Xingyu remembered the banquet from two days ago. “Thank you for that, President Feng. I haven’t had the chance to properly thank you yet.”

At the banquet, Mu Xingyu had been bumped by someone and spilled wine all over Murong Huai’s suit. She thought she’d have to scrimp and save to pay for it, but Feng Chichun had stepped in to settle the matter. At the time, Mu Xingyu was just happy she didn’t have to pay, but thinking back… wasn’t that the “cannon fodder” move of “accidentally” bumping the male lead?

“Thank you… indeed, a proper thanks is in order.” Feng Chichun rose from behind her desk and walked toward Mu Xingyu at an unhurried pace.

Mu Xingyu suddenly felt nervous. She instinctively leaned back until her spine hit the sofa. As a “chosen one” of heaven, Feng Chichun was flawless in both face and figure. Mu Xingyu estimated her height to be over 174cm and her weight around 60kg. In the modeling world, that weight would be considered heavy, but in real life, it was absolute perfection.

“This is my business card. If you really want to thank me, please treat me to a meal.” Feng Chichun held out a gold-embossed card between her fingers.

Mu Xingyu reached for it. The card still carried the warmth of Feng Chichun’s hand and her scent—an old rose fragrance mixed with a faint, bitter orange note.

“I’ve given you mine. In exchange, shouldn’t you give me yours?”

Mu Xingyu snapped out of it and hurriedly rummaged through her bag. Because she was so nervous, the moment she found her card, she stood up abruptly.

“Here is my card—”

As she looked up, her forehead slammed into Feng Chichun’s chin. The impact sent Feng Chichun reeling backward.

Oh no! Mu Xingyu thought. She instinctively reached out to grab her. “Watch out!”

Mu Xingyu caught Feng Chichun’s collar, but the momentum of a 60kg person was more than she could handle with one hand. Instead of pulling her back, Mu Xingyu was dragged down with her.

In that instant, Mu Xingyu’s hair stood on end and time seemed to slow down. Looking at the face enlarging before her eyes, a thought flashed through her mind.

No way. No way! Is the ‘falling kiss’ cliché—the law that breaks Newton’s grave—actually going to happen?

The next second, Mu Xingyu’s eyes widened. She was pinned on top of Feng Chichun, her lips meeting a pair of incredibly soft ones.

In the tangle of their breathing, the air seemed to grow thick with ambiguity. Of course, that was assuming Mu Xingyu hadn’t just split Feng Chichun’s lip.

Feng Chichun hissed in pain. A tiny, bright red bead of blood seeped from her slightly swollen lip.

Mu Xingyu scrambled up immediately. Seeing Feng Chichun frown, her heart skipped a beat. She shoved her business card into Feng Chichun’s hand and spoke at lightning speed before the other could say a word.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it! Here’s my card, you can contact me if you need compensation! I just remembered I have something urgent to do! Sorry, President Feng! Let’s talk next time!”

With that, she vanished from the office doorway like a gust of wind.

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