What Bad Intentions Could the Heroine Have? [GL] - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

“I don’t plan on renewing my contract with the company, so you don’t need to waste your breath, Ms. Zhuo.” After saying that, Mu Xingyu hung up the phone immediately.

Zhuo Zi was the type who could “bend or stretch”; she could set Mu Xingyu up for money, and she could apologize to her for money. Mu Xingyu had no desire to continue working under someone so two-faced.

Next, Mu Xingyu did a search for information on that President Wang. she found out that the clothing under his company had been exposed for quality issues; currently, his capital chain was broken, and he was on the brink of bankruptcy.

Mu Xingyu muttered “serves him right” and closed the search page.

With President Wang’s character, it was better for him to go bankrupt sooner rather than later to keep him from harming others.

Mu Xingyu stopped thinking about President Wang’s affairs and prepared to get out of bed. Although she had been resting for a long time, her muscles were still somewhat sore.

After getting out of bed, Mu Xingyu discovered that Feng Chichun had thoughtfully prepared clean clothes and breakfast for her.

Before eating breakfast, Mu Xingyu took a photo and posted it to her Moments with the caption: Didn’t sleep well last night, having breakfast so late. Does anyone know a way to quickly relieve muscle soreness?

After posting, Mu Xingyu began eating her breakfast. At this moment, she didn’t realize how much room for imagination her update left.

Mu Xingyu had many friends, some of whom guessed she was at the Yuefeng Hotel based on the background and tableware. Combined with the fact that Mu Xingyu had recently announced she was in a relationship…

Someone left a comment: Why do I smell the scent of “dog food”? This single dog refuses to help; I suggest you slowly enjoy this sweet trouble yourself.

Qin Yiru: A woman in love is truly different, showing off her affection at every opportunity. As your best friend, I won’t be that heartless. Here’s a method: just ask your girlfriend to give you a massage. After all, whoever caused the problem should be the one to solve it.

After finishing breakfast, Mu Xingyu slid open her phone screen to see if anyone had replied. One look and her face turned crimson.

What on earth was this? Why was every single person thinking in that direction?

Mu Xingyu wanted to reply “you’re all overthinking it,” but she realized that even if she did, no one would believe her; instead, they would think she was trying to cover things up.

Mu Xingyu simply gave up and didn’t reply at all.

After returning home, Mu Xingyu began looking through the documents Yu Li had sent her.

The benefits at Xinyue were indeed quite good; she just didn’t know if it would end up like Meili. Mu Xingyu asked a few model friends about the situation at Xinyue, wanting to gather more information.

Unknowingly, the day passed, and the sky outside grew dark. Since she didn’t want to go out, she just cooked something simple for dinner.

Mu Xingyu felt uncomfortable all over and couldn’t muster the energy for anything. Lying on the bed, she didn’t even want to play with her phone. She considered just going to bed early, but sleeping at eight o’clock seemed a bit too early.

Just then, her phone suddenly vibrated. Mu Xingyu listlessly slid the screen.

“Good evening. Are you free tonight?”

Hearing the familiar voice, Mu Xingyu instantly woke up. She replied, “Chichun, what’s wrong? Is it a date?”

On the other end of the line, Feng Chichun pondered for a moment before saying, “I think this counts as a date.”

“Then I’ll change and head out now.” Mu Xingyu got up from the bed, opening the closet with one hand to pick out clothes.

“I’ll have the driver come pick you up shortly. Meet at Yuefeng Hotel, Room 501. Hanging up now.”

Mu Xingyu froze, unsure if she had heard correctly.

What did Feng Chichun mean by this? A date? And… a date at a hotel?

Was this written in the dating itinerary? Or was the plot moving toward a melodramatic “sleep-first, love-later” trope?

If that were truly the case, then no matter what, she would definitely show up at the Yuefeng Hotel tonight.

Mu Xingyu changed her clothes and went downstairs to get into the car. Zhong Jin greeted her, but Mu Xingyu was absent-minded and only hummed a vague response.

“Miss Mu, are you worried about our President Feng’s ‘technique’? You don’t need to worry about that; our President Feng’s technique is exceptionally good!”

Mu Xingyu’s eyes widened in disbelief. Was this something that could be said so casually?

Zhong Jin continued, “In short, Miss Mu, you don’t need to be nervous.”

Mu Xingyu had no idea what to say, so she simply smiled and nodded.

Shortly after, the car arrived at the Yuefeng Hotel. Mu Xingyu took the elevator upstairs. She hesitated at the door for a moment, and just as she was about to swipe the key card, the door was suddenly opened from the inside.

Feng Chichun was wearing a bathrobe, the tips of her hair still damp as if she had just finished showering. She said, “Come in.”

Mu Xingyu followed Feng Chichun into the room. Feng Chichun said, “Xiao Zhong should have told you on the way here, right?”

Mu Xingyu’s expression was a bit unnatural. She said, “Yes, he told me.”

Feng Chichun smiled and said, “That’s good. Get on the bed with me.”

“Huh?” Mu Xingyu didn’t expect Feng Chichun to be so aggressive—no foreplay, just straight to the bed.

Feng Chichun noticed Mu Xingyu wasn’t following. She said, “Scared? Never tried it before? If you haven’t, try it today. My technique is very good.”

The collar of Feng Chichun’s bathrobe was somewhat loose, revealing a patch of snow-white skin and a hint of cleavage. The soft fabric was clearly unsuitable for hiding curves; the rise of her chest and the dip of her waist were fully visible.

Facing an invitation from such a great beauty, Mu Xingyu found herself shamefully unable to resist, even feeling a bit excited.

Dazed, Mu Xingyu got onto the bed and lay down, looking at Feng Chichun. From this angle, Feng Chichun’s face was backlit, and Mu Xingyu couldn’t see the expression on her face.

Mu Xingyu wondered why Feng Chichun hadn’t made a move yet. She asked, “Do you need me to take off my clothes?”

Feng Chichun rolled up her sleeves slightly and said, “Taking them off or not is fine either way.”

Thinking about what was about to happen, Mu Xingyu’s heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest. She closed her eyes. “Come on, I’m ready!”

Feng Chichun suddenly let out a chuckle. “Didn’t you say your muscles were sore? Turn over, I’ll give you a massage.”

Mu Xingyu opened her eyes, her head buzzing.

So, Feng Chichun wanted to give her a massage? And the “good technique” referred to massage skills?

“Not turning over yet?”

Under Feng Chichun’s urging, Mu Xingyu turned over to lie prone on the bed. A pair of hands pressed onto her back. Because her body was rarely touched, even this gentle pressure made Mu Xingyu feel almost unbearably ticklish.

Feng Chichun’s hands were very beautiful: fingers slender, palms neither too thin nor too thick, the bone and muscle structure perfectly even, and the pads of her fingers soft. Pressing on her body felt quite comfortable.

But just as Mu Xingyu relaxed her body to enjoy it, Feng Chichun suddenly applied heavy pressure.

“Ugh! It hurts!” Mu Xingyu felt like her back was about to be broken by Feng Chichun.

Feng Chichun pressed while saying, “This is what happens when blood circulation isn’t smooth. It’ll be fine once it’s worked out.”

Just as Feng Chichun said, the initial pain soon faded. Now, she felt as comfortable as if she were soaking in warm water; every inch of her flesh and skin was relaxed.

Feng Chichun asked, “Does it feel good? I used to massage my mom often.”

“It feels great. My body doesn’t feel so uncomfortable anymore.”

In truth, Mu Xingyu’s heart was a mess; no words could fully describe her current feelings.

Disappointment? Embarrassment? Or shame?

She highly suspected this 180-degree turn in direction was due to A-Jiang’s strict regulations—dare to “drive a car” and they’ll break your legs! They’d throw a giant red lock on your head in a heartbeat.

Mu Xingyu couldn’t help but think: if that were the case, wouldn’t she be a virgin for the rest of her life?

Dammit! She wanted to taste the flavor of love too!

Feng Chichun massaged all the way from Mu Xingyu’s shoulders to her waist. Compared to the back, the waist was much more sensitive. When her waist was touched, Mu Xingyu let out a soft moan, her hands gripping the sheets.

“Chichun, did you suddenly decide to help me with a massage because you saw my update?”

Feng Chichun said, “Yes. I haven’t apologized to you for last night yet. Sorry, my tolerance isn’t very good, and I pinned you down all night.”

“It’s actually nothing. I couldn’t just leave you alone. Besides, aren’t you giving me a massage now?”

“Yes, but I won’t drink that much again next time.” Feng Chichun’s tone sounded somewhat tender, as if she were truly making a promise to a girlfriend.

Mu Xingyu wanted to complain that the amount Feng Chichun drank wasn’t much at all, but she was also wondering: did Feng Chichun actually like her?

If Feng Chichun didn’t like her, why would she pay so much attention to her updates? If Feng Chichun liked her, why didn’t she just say so?

What exactly did “I like the scent on your body” mean? The perfume she used was Honey Pear; could it be that Feng Chichun just liked eating honey-stewed pears, which is why she said that last night?

But Mu Xingyu truly didn’t have the courage to ask again while Feng Chichun was sober. What if Feng Chichun didn’t actually like her? Wouldn’t she just be flattering herself?

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