What Bad Intentions Could the Heroine Have? [GL] - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Mu Xingyu rushed out of the Feng Corporation in a flurry. She hailed a taxi with ease, encountering none of the obstacles or difficulties she had faced earlier that morning.

After everything that had happened, Mu Xingyu was in no mood to head to the office; she gave the driver her home address instead.

She took several deep breaths, but her heart refused to settle down. Since the moment she woke up, one shock had followed another in rapid succession. It felt as though her life truly had transformed into a “dogblood” melodramatic novel.

Mu Xingyu had never felt the journey home take so long. The moment she arrived, she opened the “green app” and found the novel she had been reading the night before.

The Cruel CEO’s Fatal Obsession, Author: A Single Bubblefish. Total Word Count: 40,000. Bookmarks: 99.

The bookmark count was only one away from reaching the next digit, but she had absolutely no desire to be the one to click “collect”!

Fuming, Mu Xingyu re-read the book’s synopsis and noticed a pinned notice from the author:

I’m so sorry, I have something to tell everyone. I’ve decided to do a major overhaul of this story. The plot may undergo significant changes, so you can wait until the revisions are finished before reading. I just hope you don’t remove the book from your bookmarks! QAQ.

Looking further down, the names in the protagonist column had changed. It now listed Feng Chichun and Mu Xingyu. The original male lead, Murong Huai, had been relegated to the supporting character column.

Was her memory playing tricks on her? The names were wrong, and so were their positions.

She was determined to see exactly how the author had revised the story.

Five minutes later, Mu Xingyu nearly hurled her phone across the room.

She began to doubt the very reality of her world. Was she truly a character in a novel?

How else could she explain the events of the morning? And how could she explain why the author’s newly revised first chapter was so eerily similar to what she had just experienced?

Mu Xingyu’s head was crammed with too much messy information. She had so many questions, but she couldn’t make sense of a single one; the more she thought, the more chaotic it became.

After clutching her head and thinking for several minutes without luck, she finally decided to leave a comment to ask the author directly.

If she claimed she was a character in the novel, she’d surely be dismissed as a lunatic. She had to post a casual comment first to gauge the author’s personality before asking further.

To increase the chances of the author replying, Mu Xingyu even “dropped” a Deep-Sea Torpedo (a paid virtual gift).

HateRaining: Deep-Sea Torpedo Excuse me, Author, where did the inspiration for the revised plot come from? Compared to the previous version, the changes are huge.

Mu Xingyu knew the author was unlikely to reply immediately, yet she couldn’t stop herself from refreshing the page over and over.

The waiting process was agonizing. She felt she should do something else to distract herself, but no matter what she did, her mind kept drifting back to whether the author had replied.

She had a quick bite for lunch and immediately opened the “A-Jiang” app. Checking her comments, she saw the author still hadn’t responded.

Throughout the afternoon, Mu Xingyu bounced back and forth between other apps and Green Jiang. She didn’t get a reply from the author, but she did get a call from her manager.

Mu Xingyu answered, “Hello, Sister Zhuo.”

The woman on the other end said, “Xingyu, get ready. There’s a new job. 7:00 PM tonight, Private Box No. 3 at the Yuefeng Hotel.”

“Got it, I’ll be there on time.”

“It’s fifty minutes until seven. Can you make it?”

“I can, I can,” Mu Xingyu said, scrambling out of bed.

“Good. I’ll wait for you here. Hurry over.”

After hanging up, Mu Xingyu hurriedly changed and did her makeup. Usually, any dinner meeting her manager took seriously meant a big contract was on the line.

However, the location puzzled her. Why choose the Yuefeng Hotel?

The Yuefeng was a property under the Feng Corporation. While their catering was decent, wouldn’t a restaurant be better for a business dinner?

Once dressed, Mu Xingyu checked the time and saw she had less than twenty minutes. She didn’t have time for deep thoughts and rushed out in her heels.

Miraculously, she didn’t hit any traffic and arrived at the Yuefeng Hotel just before seven.

Inside the private box, her manager, Zhuo Zi, was already waiting. She beckoned to her, “Xingyu, come over here.”

“Sister Zhuo.” Mu Xingyu sat down beside her.

Zhuo Zi was around thirty years old with a sleek, low ponytail. She told Mu Xingyu, “Tonight’s client might not be easy to talk to. Try your best to agree to whatever requests he makes.”

Mu Xingyu felt Zhuo Zi’s tone was a bit strange, but she asked about the pay as she usually did.

Zhuo Zi said, “I knew that’s what you cared about most. This time it’s 20,000 per set, five sets in total.”

Mu Xingyu was surprised. With the company’s 50/50 split, she would make 50,000. That was rare.

She asked, “Sister Zhuo, what kind of clothes are they? That’s expensive for one set.”

A smile played on Zhuo Zi’s face. “Swimwear. They need a model with a great body and a pretty face. You were the first person I thought of. Xingyu, I trust your professionalism.”

Mu Xingyu frowned, her sense of unease deepening. She wanted to leave, but Zhuo Zi kept a hand pressed firmly on her knee, as if afraid she might run.

“Sister Zhuo, I have enough money for now…”

Zhuo Zi patted Mu Xingyu’s thigh. “Xingyu, who would turn down money? Anyway, let’s not talk about that. President Wang and the others will be here soon. Don’t embarrass them later.”

Just as Zhuo Zi finished speaking, several people entered. There were men and women, led by a middle-aged man who was somewhat overweight.

Noticing the man’s lecherous gaze, Mu Xingyu began to feel restless.

The atmosphere at the table seemed lively, but to Mu Xingyu, everyone looked as if they were wearing a hypocritical mask, hiding their true emotions.

When the middle-aged man toasted her, Mu Xingyu wanted to refuse, but Zhuo Zi shot her a sharp look. Mu Xingyu forced herself to take a tiny sip, barely letting the alcohol touch her lips.

President Wang was dissatisfied. “Are you disrespecting me? It’s just a glass of wine. You can’t even drink that?”

Zhuo Zi immediately smoothed things over with a smile. “Don’t be angry, President Wang. Xingyu is young and inexperienced. Xingyu, President Wang is a busy man; he took the time to come personally to discuss this deal as a favor to you. Drink up. It’s just one glass.”

Mu Xingyu pursed her lips, staring at the glass with hesitation in her eyes.

Zhuo Zi wasn’t in the mood to waste time. She picked up the glass for Mu Xingyu, held it to her lips, and said softly, “Just one.”

Mu Xingyu eventually yielded. She closed her eyes and downed the entire glass in one gulp. A spicy burn spread from her mouth to her throat and down to her lungs. The sting brought tears to her eyes, and a faint flush covered her face.

President Wang finally looked satisfied. He continued talking to her, but Mu Xingyu only gave brief replies, having no intention of a deep conversation.

But President Wang clearly wouldn’t let her off, persistently trying to lean in close to her.

After drinking that glass, Mu Xingyu felt her body beginning to heat up. She wasn’t sure if it was because she rarely drank or if there was something wrong with the wine.

Something flashed through her mind.

Isn’t this plot familiar? In the half-finished outline the author had abandoned, the “cannon fodder” female supporting character sold her body for money, meeting a President Wang of a small company through her manager’s networking.

Mu Xingyu truly couldn’t stay any longer. She stood up abruptly. “Sister Zhuo, I need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.”

Zhuo Zi said, “Hurry back.”

Mu Xingyu grabbed her bag and walked out of the box. Once outside, she instantly quickened her pace.

I’d be a ghost if I actually came back!

Mu Xingyu wanted to scream at her past self from a few minutes ago how could she have drunk that? There was clearly something wrong with it!

In her current state, she couldn’t take the bus or subway; she had to get home by taxi immediately. She hurriedly booked a ride on her phone and found a hidden spot near the hotel entrance to wait.

Clutching her phone, she prayed that Zhuo Zi wouldn’t come out to find her. Based on her experience this morning, if this was a “predetermined plot,” all sorts of “accidents” might happen to ensure the story proceeded.

The mere thought of it gave Mu Xingyu goosebumps. My god, this is terrifying!

Just then, a light shone from nearby as an engine approached. Mu Xingyu didn’t even care if it was the car she called; she stumbled toward it.

Her vision was beginning to double. She pinched her thigh hard, trying to stay conscious.

The car happened to stop right in front of her. The window rolled down, and a familiar face appeared before her eyes.

“What a coincidence. We meet again.”

Mu Xingyu opened her mouth to speak, but the effects of the drug completely paralyzed her nerves. The world spun, and the last image she saw was the ground rushing up to meet her.

Before losing consciousness entirely, her only thought was: Did that look like I was trying to pull an insurance scam?

Support What Bad Intentions Could the Heroine Have? [GL]