What Bad Intentions Could the Heroine Have? [GL] - Chapter 20

Chapter 20

“You put it on for me.” Feng Chichun extended her wrist.

Feng Chichun usually appeared very imposing, but she was a woman after all, so her wrist was on the slender side.

Mu Xingyu picked up the bracelet. As she put it on Feng Chichun, she inevitably brushed against the other’s skin.

Feng Chichun’s hand was a bit cool; the small part that was touched felt delicate and smooth. Mu Xingyu suppressed the secret thoughts in her heart and fastened the final knot.

The black and red color scheme of the bracelet made Feng Chichun’s skin look even colder and whiter, like jade—resembling a red plum blossom on a withered branch amidst a snowy white landscape.

Feng Chichun picked up the other bracelet and glanced at Mu Xingyu. Understanding the meaning, Mu Xingyu extended her right hand.

These were not two identical bracelets. Feng Chichun wore black and red, while Mu Xingyu wore red and white, but it was clearly a matching couple’s set.

“I see this doesn’t look like a common style.”

Mu Xingyu nodded. “Mm, I made it by hand following a tutorial online. If you’re interested, I can send the video to you.”

Feng Chichun said, “Alright, I’ll watch it when I have time.”

Afterward, the two chatted casually and cleared the table together. As for washing the dishes and pots, they left it entirely to the dishwasher.

Although Feng Chichun said she was free today, she wasn’t free the whole day; she had to return to the company in the afternoon to handle work matters.

Mu Xingyu expressed her understanding. Feng Chichun was always like this—otherwise, her parents wouldn’t have told Mu Xingyu to come to them with complaints if Feng Chichun neglected her because of work.

In other families, it was usually bullying; in the Feng family, it was being neglected because of a busy work schedule.

Feng Chichun didn’t let Mu Xingyu go back alone; she personally drove her home before heading to the company herself.

Mu Xingyu had no work arrangements today, so she picked a movie at random and started watching. The content was actually quite good; after finishing the first, Mu Xingyu couldn’t resist watching the second.

With two movies, the entire afternoon vanished. Mu Xingyu stretched and looked out the window.

The glow of the sunset covered the entire city, and lights had already begun to flicker on in many places.

Mu Xingyu wondered: what was Feng Chichun doing at this time? Was she in a meeting? Signing documents? Or attending a business dinner?

At that moment, the phone on the coffee table began to vibrate. Mu Xingyu retracted her gaze and hurried to pick up the phone.

Seeing the caller ID display “Secretary Fang,” a light of pleasant surprise blossomed in her eyes.

Could it be that Feng Chichun planned to have dinner with her tonight? If that were the case, she could not only see Feng Chichun but also score a free meal.

Mu Xingyu immediately clicked to answer. On the other end of the line, Fang Yuandong’s breathing was very rapid.

“Miss Mu, President Feng has been in a car accident.”

The smile on Mu Xingyu’s face vanished instantly. she countered with a question: “Which hospital? I’ll head there now.”

“First People’s Hospital, Room 606. Miss Mu, actually I have a very important matter to tell—”

Before Fang Yuandong could finish on the other end, Mu Xingyu hung up. She grabbed a bag at random and rushed out the door in a hurry.

She indeed wanted to see Feng Chichun, but not like this.

How could a car accident happen? She remembered that Feng Chichun followed traffic rules very strictly.

Or could it be—

Is this the power of the plot again?

Every plot node is an act of God; if the author wants it to happen, it will happen by any means necessary.

As a character on the protagonist list, Feng Chichun certainly wouldn’t be in a life-threatening situation even in a car accident, but Mu Xingyu still couldn’t stop worrying.

Mu Xingyu took a taxi to the First People’s Hospital, thinking the whole way. Was Feng Chichun’s injury serious? How was she now? Why wasn’t it Feng Chichun herself calling her?

Upon arriving at the hospital, Mu Xingyu headed straight for the sixth floor. After finding Room 606 as mentioned by Fang Yuandong, she felt a moment of hesitation instead.

The person inside seemed to notice someone at the door, and the door to the ward was opened from the inside.

Fang Yuandong said to Mu Xingyu, “Miss Mu, you’re here.”

“Mm, how is Chichun?” Mu Xingyu asked while walking inside.

This was a single-occupancy room, clean and tidy, with the air filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Mu Xingyu bypassed Fang Yuandong and finally saw the person she wanted to see.

Feng Chichun was leaning against the headboard, her face pale. Her red lips had lost their usual luster, and a circle of gauze was wrapped around her forehead.

“President Feng, she…”

Before Fang Yuandong could finish, Feng Chichun asked, “Miss, do we know each other from before?”

Mu Xingyu noticed Feng Chichun’s gaze; those eyes were filled with unfamiliarity.

Amnesia right after a car accident? Does it have to be this melodramatic? But on second thought, given the author’s love for “dog-blood” drama, it didn’t seem strange for the plot to develop this way.

Feng Chichun didn’t mind Mu Xingyu’s silence. She sat up straight and said, “Can you tell me your name?”

Mu Xingyu took a few steps forward and replied, “My name is Mu Xingyu. Mu for Mumian (Kapok), Xing for Xingzhou (Sailing), and Yu for Guyu (Grain Rain).”

A bit more of a smile appeared on Feng Chichun’s face. “A very beautiful name, as beautiful as you are.”

Mu Xingyu felt that the post-amnesia Feng Chichun’s personality seemed a bit different from usual.

Thinking that Feng Chichun had just been in an accident, Mu Xingyu was worried about her health. she asked, “How are you feeling now? Does your body feel uncomfortable anywhere?”

Feng Chichun touched her forehead. “Just a bit dizzy, but I feel a bit better hearing you speak to me. Your voice is very pleasant.”

Mu Xingyu didn’t suspect anything; she pulled up a stool to sit by the bed and talk to Feng Chichun.

Feng Chichun gazed at Mu Xingyu’s face, her blurred phoenix eyes seemingly containing infinite affection.

Mu Xingyu’s heart raced under such a gaze, and her ears began to feel hot.

She heard Feng Chichun speak again: “I seem to have seen you in my dreams. However, I’ve found that my dreams deceived me—you are far more beautiful than what I saw in my dreams. From the first moment I saw you, I felt what it means to be smitten. Although it may be presumptuous to say this, I want to ask, may I pursue you?”

Mu Xingyu had no idea how to answer this question. she whispered, “Are you being serious?”

Feng Chichun said, “Of course I am.”

Just then, Zhong Jin came running in clumsily.

“President Feng, Yuandong, I’ve bought the beef congee back. Oh? Miss Mu, you’re here too. With your girlfriend here, President Feng will surely recover her memories quickly!”

Hearing Zhong Jin’s words, a look of pleasant surprise flashed in Feng Chichun’s eyes. She said, “So we are already in a relationship. No wonder I felt my heart skip a beat the moment I saw you.”

Mu Xingyu didn’t want to think about whether these words were true or false; in any case, she was just as happy as Feng Chichun.

Feng Chichun suddenly clutched her head and frowned. “My head hurts so much. I need a kiss from my girlfriend to get better.”

Eh? Has the style of this story gone a bit off-track?

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