What Bad Intentions Could the Heroine Have? [GL] - Chapter 19

Chapter 19

“Chichun, I feel… like you care about me a lot.” Mu Xingyu was extremely nervous when she asked this.

Feng Chichun thought of her brother’s advice not to act with undue haste, so she replied, “Of course. I am a boss with a very strong sense of humanitarianism; I can’t let my own employee fall into danger.”

Mu Xingyu’s expression slumped visibly; this answer was not what she wanted to hear.

Chen Zhilong and his group had such soft and simple personalities; how could they possibly have the guts to kidnap someone? They were likely influenced by the author’s will.

The author could influence the development of the plot, but they could not change a person’s character and thoughts.

“Chichun, I’m tired. I want to sleep for a bit.”

Feng Chichun said, “Alright, I’ll wake you up when we get to your place.”

“Mm.” Mu Xingyu turned her body away from Feng Chichun and closed her eyes. She said she wanted to sleep, but in reality, her head was filled with a mountain of thoughts—how could she sleep?

Furthermore, it was a good thing she had asked so tentatively just now; otherwise, if she had been presumptuous, it would have been so embarrassing.

Mu Xingyu squeezed her eyes shut a little tighter. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but the car finally stopped. Mu Xingyu listened carefully to the sounds around her, but she never heard Feng Chichun wake her up.

What was wrong with Feng Chichun? Why didn’t she wake her? If she didn’t wake up soon, her neck was going to get stiff.

Should she just ‘wake up’ on her own?

Subsequently, Mu Xingyu slowly “woke up,” her face still carrying a bit of the daze that comes from just having slept.

Mu Xingyu asked, “We’re here?”

Feng Chichun answered, “Mm.”

Mu Xingyu still felt somewhat awkward. She said to Feng Chichun, “Then I’ll head up. Goodnight in advance.”

Feng Chichun said, “Goodnight, see you tomorrow.”

After bidding farewell to Feng Chichun, Mu Xingyu went upstairs and returned home. So much had truly happened today; Mu Xingyu currently just wanted to lie on the bed and not move an inch.

But the bracelet wasn’t finished yet, and she wanted to take advantage of meeting Feng Chichun tomorrow to give the gift.

Mu Xingyu returned to the table. She very carefully used the lighter to singe the ends of the bracelet, terrified that a single slip would burn the entire thing.

Fortunately, the process was smooth, and the result was excellent.

Mu Xingyu let out a sigh of relief looking at the completed bracelet. She placed the pair of bracelets into the box.

That night was dreamless, and Mu Xingyu slept until nine in the morning before getting up. She squinted as she reached for her phone to check the time, and instantly scrambled out of bed with a jolt.

“It’s actually this late?” Mu Xingyu put down her phone and went into the bathroom to wash up. After coming out, she hurriedly picked out clothes and did her makeup.

Feng Chichun said she would accompany her, which meant a date. Since it was a date, she naturally had to dress up properly.

While doing her makeup, Mu Xingyu kept staring at her phone, afraid Feng Chichun would call the next second. However, by the time she finished her makeup, there hadn’t been a single stir from her phone.

Mu Xingyu’s brow knit slightly. She swiped open the screen and realized that Feng Chichun had sent her a message two hours ago.

The content of the message was: I knew you wouldn’t wake up too early today, so I won’t call to wake you. When you see this message, call me whenever you’re ready.

Mu Xingyu felt a bit of warmth in her heart, but then a thought occurred: Feng Chichun might just be showing consideration for an employee.

With that thought, the lingering romantic sentiment vanished without a trace instantly.

Mu Xingyu called Feng Chichun, and Feng Chichun said she would come over to pick her up in a bit.

Feng Chichun was a very punctual person. When she said “in a bit,” she meant it, and she didn’t make Mu Xingyu wait long at all.

Mu Xingyu sat in Feng Chichun’s car and asked, “Chichun, where are we going today?”

Feng Chichun started the car and replied, “To my house.”

“Huh?” Mu Xingyu was unsure if she had misheard.

Feng Chichun glanced at Mu Xingyu and asked, “So surprised? Don’t worry, not to my parents’ house, but to my house.”

However, this made Mu Xingyu even more nervous. This was the first time Feng Chichun was bringing her to her own home.

But what did Feng Chichun want to do by bringing her home? Mu Xingyu voiced the question in her heart.

Feng Chichun said, “Didn’t you write the dating itinerary yourself? One of the entries said cooking together. My kitchen is quite large; I think it’s very suitable for us to cook.”

“Oh, I see.” Actually, Mu Xingyu preferred if Feng Chichun had said to her: My bed is quite large.

Wait, no, no! She was truly becoming more and more indecent lately.

Mu Xingyu averted her gaze guiltily, pretending to look at the scenery outside the car.

Soon, Feng Chichun’s car drove into City A’s “wealthy district.” The houses in this area couldn’t be bought with money alone. And as the protagonist of the novel and the president of the Feng Group, Feng Chichun could buy ten houses here, let alone one.

The car stopped in front of a grand villa. Mu Xingyu got out of the car and looked up at the villa, a hint of envy in her heart. She wondered when she would be able to buy a house of her own.

At this moment, Feng Chichun said to her, “Let’s go.”

“Mm.” Mu Xingyu nodded and followed.

After entering the main door, Mu Xingyu felt that the interior decoration and furnishings truly matched Feng Chichun’s style. Luxurious and grand, filled with the scent of money, yet this excessive magnificence didn’t make one feel it was tacky.

Feng Chichun asked, “It’s still early, do you want to sit and have a cup of tea?”

Mu Xingyu shook her head. “My cooking skills aren’t good; it’s possible I’ll fail. I’m afraid we won’t get to eat until the afternoon.”

Feng Chichun laughed at this. “In these matters, it’s the process that counts, not the result. Since you’re worried about that, let’s go to the kitchen now.”

As Feng Chichun had said, her kitchen was truly massive—larger than Mu Xingyu’s bedroom. All sorts of equipment were available. Opening the refrigerator, it was packed full of fresh ingredients.

If this were someone who knew how to cook, they would definitely be thrilled, but unfortunately, Mu Xingyu was a kitchen rookie. Looking at a fridge full of vegetables, she had no concept in her head of what to make.

Mu Xingyu turned to ask Feng Chichun, “Chichun, what do you want to eat for lunch?”

Feng Chichun pulled out a cookbook from somewhere and flipped to a page. “How about Beef Brisket with Tomato? It seems relatively easy.”

Mu Xingyu leaned over to look at the contents of the recipe and couldn’t see at all where it was supposed to be easy.

For someone like Mu Xingyu, who only knew how to steam buns and boil eggs, any process with more than three steps was difficult.

But she was already here, and maybe she would learn?

Mu Xingyu and Feng Chichun divided the work; the vegetables were cut and washed, the brisket was put in the pot to boil, and the next step was stir-frying the tomatoes.

Mu Xingyu took the initiative to claim the duty of holding the spatula, thinking that just stir-frying tomatoes couldn’t be hard.

Then…

“Why is there so much smoke? Is it about to burn? Chichun, quick, help me check if it’s done. Can I put the beef in now?”

Mu Xingyu gripped the very end of the spatula, her arm stretched out as far as possible, haphazardly stirring the pot a few times. She even felt like she was operating an excavator to cook, doing everything via long-distance.

Feng Chichun stood beside her and said, “It’s almost ready.”

Once Feng Chichun poured the beef brisket into the pot, Mu Xingyu finally put down the spatula and covered it with the lid.

Mu Xingyu felt that stir-frying was truly a physical labor; after that one bout, she was actually sweating.

“I’ll do the next dish.”

Mu Xingyu answered decisively, “Okay, I’ll be your assistant!”

Mu Xingyu hadn’t expected Feng Chichun’s cooking skills to be quite good; although she wasn’t practiced, she was much steadier than Mu Xingyu.

In this way, Mu Xingyu felt she was completely there to drag things down. If Feng Chichun had been alone, she probably could have eaten half an hour earlier.

Nearing mealtime, several steaming dishes were brought to the dining table. The taste of the food was naturally not comparable to a star chef, but it was decent, belonging to an ordinary home-cooked level.

After eating, Mu Xingyu suddenly remembered the bracelet she had made yesterday. For the sake of this pair of couple’s bracelets, so many things had happened afterward.

“Chichun, didn’t you give me a small figurine last time? So, I prepared a return gift for you.” Mu Xingyu took out a small box from her bag.

After Feng Chichun took it, she asked, “Can I open it and look now?”

“Sure.”

Feng Chichun opened the box. Seeing the bracelets inside, she broke into a smile. “Couple’s bracelets? I like them very much. But these only have meaning if two people wear them.”

Mu Xingyu’s fingers picked at the edge of the chair, her voice softer than usual. “Mm, I’ll wear mine too. After all, I’ve taken the money, so of course I have to be a bit dedicated to the job.”

Was it truly just for the money? Only Mu Xingyu herself knew.

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