What Bad Intentions Could the Heroine Have? [GL] - Chapter 21.1

Chapter 21.1

Hearing Feng Chichun say this, Mu Xingyu felt both expectant and a bit ashamed.

Mu Xingyu leaned closer to Feng Chichun and whispered, “But there are other people here right now.”

Feng Chichun glanced at Fang Yuandong and Zhong Jin. Zhong Jin immediately set down the beef congee, grabbed Fang Yuandong, and retreated from the ward—his movements were exceptionally crisp and neat.

Once Zhong Jin and Fang Yuandong had left, Feng Chichun said to Mu Xingyu, “And now?”

Mu Xingyu’s hands pinched the hem of her clothes; to tell the truth, she was very nervous.

But then again, Feng Chichun currently had amnesia. Someone with amnesia must be lacking a sense of security and in need of comfort.

“Then… I’m going to kiss you.” Mu Xingyu braced both hands on the hospital bed, her body leaning forward steadily.

Feng Chichun cooperatively closed her eyes. Looking at Feng Chichun’s face—still beautiful and striking despite the lack of color—Mu Xingyu’s heart rate began to spiral out of control again.

Feng Chichun’s lips looked soft and very kissable. If she kissed them… would the sensation be exactly as she imagined?

As Mu Xingyu drew closer, the distance between their faces shrank to a mere few centimeters. Mu Xingyu could even count how many eyelashes Feng Chichun had; she subconsciously held her breath.

At the moment of contact, Mu Xingyu suddenly shifted her position slightly and kissed the corner of Feng Chichun’s mouth.

The skin beneath her lips carried a slight chill, yet it was soft and delicate, making her heart sway.

After just a brief touch, Mu Xingyu immediately retracted her body, her eyes darting elsewhere.

“Finished kissing.” Mu Xingyu’s voice was as thin as a mosquito’s hum.

As soft as her voice was, her heart was screaming just as loudly.

With such a great opportunity right in front of me, I actually only kissed the corner of her mouth? That’s so pathetic! Where is the courage I had when fantasizing about scandalous things?!

However, no matter how much she regretted it in her heart, it was useless. She couldn’t very well say she didn’t kiss properly and ask to do it again.

Mu Xingyu was too embarrassed to say it herself, but there was someone thick-skinned enough to say it for her.

“That kiss just now was off-target; it had no effect. My head still hurts. Kiss me again.”

Mu Xingyu put on a show of being coy for a moment, then said, “Alright then.”

This time, Mu Xingyu firmly kissed Feng Chichun’s lips. The girl’s lips were soft and fragrant, like kissing jelly.

Ah! This makes it sound as if she had kissed other people’s mouths before—her only two experiences were both with Feng Chichun.

The first was an accident, and the second was right now.

What should she do next? She couldn’t possibly stick her tongue out, could she? At that thought, Mu Xingyu’s face instantly turned red, and her mouth moved away as quickly as if it had been scalded.

“It wasn’t off-target this time.”

A bit more of a smile appeared on Feng Chichun’s face. She leaned back and said, “I’m feeling a bit hungry.”

Mu Xingyu snapped back to her senses and hurriedly picked up the beef congee from the table. “Hurry and drink it before the congee gets cold.”

Mu Xingyu took out a small spoon and stirred the beef congee; the soft, well-cooked congee emitted bursts of aroma that were very inviting.

“Can you eat by yourself?” Mu Xingyu asked.

After learning that Mu Xingyu was her girlfriend, Feng Chichun didn’t act like a stranger at all. She said with a slightly troubled tone, “My hands don’t seem to have any strength.”

“Then I’ll feed you.” Mu Xingyu scooped up a spoonful of congee and slowly brought it to Feng Chichun’s lips.

Feng Chichun opened her mouth and took the spoon.

This was the first time Mu Xingyu had ever fed someone congee; it was an indescribable feeling.

Mu Xingyu was so immersed in her own emotions that she didn’t notice two people outside the door peering into the ward through the small transparent window.

Backtracking to the moment when Feng Chichun said the kiss was off-target and asked for another, Xin Yi’an covered her eyes with her hand. “Is this content I’m allowed to watch?”

“If you won’t watch, I will.” Feng Zhi was curious too; he pressed Xin Yi’an’s head down with one hand while he peered through the small window with all his might.

Xin Yi’an lowered her hand—the fingers of which hadn’t even been closed—and her face darkened instantly. She pinched Feng Zhi’s waist. Feng Zhi’s expression distorted, but he didn’t dare make a sound, fearing they would be discovered by Feng Chichun and Mu Xingyu inside the ward.

“Move over. Did I say I wasn’t watching?”

Feng Zhi shifted aside slightly to make room for Xin Yi’an.

As Xin Yi’an watched, she couldn’t help but marvel, “This child Chichun is so clever; she actually thought of using the amnesia trick.”

Feng Zhi rubbed his chin. “As expected of my daughter—she has inherited my legacy perfectly.”

“Heh.”

“What are you laughing at?”

“You misheard.”

Standing behind Feng Zhi and Xin Yi’an, Feng Xiashen hesitated to speak. He had just finished talking with the doctor and learned about Feng Chichun’s condition.

His sister really did have amnesia; she wasn’t faking it at all. But saying it right now, it seemed like not a single person would believe him.

If a person is too clever, even the foolish things they do are seen as calculated.

Feng Xiashen shook his head and sighed, but then he felt that this might be better than the advice he had given Feng Chichun. After all, when it comes to love, there should be fewer schemes and a bit more genuine feeling.

Feng Zhi and Xin Yi’an waited specifically until Mu Xingyu had finished feeding the bowl of congee before knocking. Upon entering, they greeted Mu Xingyu as if they knew nothing.

Xin Yi’an said, “Xingyu, I didn’t expect you to rush over so late.”

“Because I was worried about Chichun’s condition, I came over immediately. Bo Fu, Bo Mu, what did the doctor say?”

This question stumped Xin Yi’an. She only remembered the doctor saying there was no major issue and that she would be fine after a week or two of rest—after all, Feng Chichun hadn’t even broken her skin.

Unable to answer, Xin Yi’an nudged Feng Zhi with her elbow.

Beads of sweat were almost forming on Feng Zhi’s forehead; he couldn’t explain the details either.

Seeing Feng Zhi and Xin Yi’an fall silent together, Mu Xingyu grew confused. She asked, “Bo Fu, Bo Mu, what’s wrong? Is Chichun’s injury too severe?”

At this point, the only capable person left in the Feng family stepped forward. Feng Xiashen said, “Sister-in-law (Meixi), don’t worry. Chichun only has a mild concussion. Although it’s accompanied by amnesia, the doctor says it’s not a big deal. Once the concussion heals in a while, her memories should return.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Mm.”

Feng Zhi and Xin Yi’an nodded in agreement. In reality, they were thinking: It seems our honest-looking son has also learned to lie with a straight face. The daughter is clearly faking it, yet he makes it sound so real.

Hearing this, Mu Xingyu breathed a sigh of relief, but then realized Feng Xiashen’s form of address was incorrect.

Meixi? Does that mean “younger sister’s wife”?

After a long night of commotion, the hour hand on the clock was nearing eleven. Seeing that it was late, Feng Chichun’s parents said to Mu Xingyu, “It’s very late, Xingyu. Why don’t you go stay at a nearby hotel?”

Mu Xingyu glanced at the still-weak Feng Chichun and shook her head. “I’ll skip that; I’ll stay here to keep Chichun company.”

Feng Zhi spoke up: “Indeed, someone should stay to accompany A-Chun. However, there’s only one bed here; we need to add another bed to make it easier for Little Mu to rest.”

Xin Yi’an nodded. “I’ll arrange for a bed to be added immediately.”

Just then, Feng Chichun said, “Don’t go to so much trouble; I don’t need anyone to stay.”

Mu Xingyu said, “But you’ve just been in a car accident; I’m not at ease. It’s so late, and I don’t want to wander around anymore either; I’ll stay here with you.”

In the eyes of Feng Chichun’s parents, this was a young couple thinking of each other. They were deeply moved, and after exchanging a glance, they unanimously decided to let the two be alone to cultivate their feelings.

Half an hour later, a small bed was added to Feng Chichun’s ward. Feng Chichun’s parents and brother were also very “on track”—they left as soon as the bed was set up. Needless to say for Zhong Jin and Fang Yuandong; they were long gone.

Suddenly, only Feng Chichun and Mu Xingyu were left in the ward. Mu Xingyu said with some awkwardness, “Chichun, do you want to wash up?”

“Mm,” Feng Chichun responded, then slowly sat up from the bed. Wearing a hospital gown, she looked a bit more fragile than usual.

Mu Xingyu hurried forward to support her. She led her to the bathroom and helped squeeze the toothpaste for her.

Feng Chichun’s injury wasn’t severe; she still had basic self-care abilities. Washing up only required Mu Xingyu to lend a small hand; she could complete the rest herself.

After Feng Chichun finished washing, Mu Xingyu also tidied herself up a bit and then lay down on the small bed.

Her bed was very close to Feng Chichun’s hospital bed, almost joined together. If one’s sleeping posture was poor, they might roll directly onto the other’s bed in the middle of the night.

Mu Xingyu lay down properly and heard Feng Chichun’s voice from the hospital bed.

“I’ve wronged you, making you sleep on such a small bed.”

Mu Xingyu said, “It’s no grievance; I think it’s fine. The bed I usually sleep on is only 1.5 meters.”

Feng Chichun spoke again: “That small? Is it comfortable to sleep on? When I’m discharged, I’ll change it for a large bed for you. Do you like it softer or harder, or somewhere in between?”

Mu Xingyu loved Feng Chichun’s personality of buying things for her at the drop of a hat, but a bed wasn’t like clothes—there was no justification for it.

“Really, there’s no need; I don’t mind that.”

Feng Chichun suddenly sighed and said, “But I mind. Don’t try to save money for me. I earn so much money to spend it, not to save it.”

Mu Xingyu pulled up the quilt to hide the lower half of her face, as well as the blush upon it. She whispered, “Alright then.”

Feng Chichun said, “It’s almost twelve; sleep now.”

“Mm, goodnight.” After saying that, Mu Xingyu closed her eyes.

Feng Chichun turned off the light and lay down. In the pitch-black ward, only the sound of breathing was clearly audible.

Mu Xingyu had been through a lot that night; exhaustion soon pulled her into sleep.

The night was dreamless. The next day, Mu Xingyu woke up very early, worried about Feng Chichun’s condition.

Actually, Feng Chichun didn’t need much care, at most just having Mu Xingyu feed her congee. The strange thing was that Feng Chichun could do everything else herself, but as soon as it was time to eat, it was as if her hands were broken.

This also led Feng Zhi and Xin Yi’an to be even more convinced that their daughter was faking amnesia. The two felt there was no point in staying here any longer.

Feng Zhi said, “I see that with Little Mu here, it’s very reassuring; there’s nothing for us to do. Wife, let’s go.”

Feng Chichun on the bed suddenly said, “Wait, Mom and Dad, go check on the company for me.”

Xin Yi’an: “You child, why are you still worrying about the company even in the hospital? Don’t worry, your father and I will go check for you.”

“Mm.”

Mu Xingyu couldn’t help but marvel that Feng Chichun’s workaholic nature was truly deep in her DNA; even amnesia couldn’t stop her heart that loved work.

After Feng Chichun’s parents left, Mu Xingyu asked Feng Chichun if she wanted an apple.

Feng Chichun nodded and said yes.

Mu Xingyu took an apple and began to peel it. She was an art major, so her hands were exceptionally steady; she peeled the apple until it was smooth and beautiful.

The red apple skin didn’t break at all, coiling into a mosquito-coil shape when it finally fell into the trash can.

Seeing it, Mu Xingyu couldn’t help but think: this apple skin is just like Feng Chichun’s sexual orientation—coiled completely “bent.” Oh, and like her own.

After peeling it, Mu Xingyu cut the apple into a few pieces, speared one with a toothpick, and brought it to Feng Chichun’s lips.

Feng Chichun wasn’t polite; she opened her mouth and took a bite. The apple was crisp, tender, and juicy, with a sweet and fresh taste.

“I always feel like an apple peeled by my girlfriend is sweeter than usual.” Sweet talk came naturally to Feng Chichun.

Mu Xingyu didn’t care whether it was true or false; it was a pleasant thing to hear regardless.

The corners of Mu Xingyu’s mouth curled up slightly, and she fed Feng Chichun another piece of apple.

This intimate act of feeding actually felt more like a romantic atmosphere than when they deliberately did things couples would do before.

After eating two pieces, Feng Chichun asked, “Aren’t you eating?”

Mu Xingyu happened to be a bit thirsty, so she ate a piece of apple herself, her eyes curving.

Regarding the fact that Feng Chichun truly treated her as a girlfriend due to amnesia, Mu Xingyu knew she should set things straight, but she didn’t want to.

Just as Mu Xingyu was about to feed the third piece of apple, there was a knock at the door.

“President Feng, Mr. Murong wishes to see you.”

Feng Chichun said, “Let him wait a moment.”

Mu Xingyu couldn’t think of anyone other than Murong Huai for this “Mr. Murong.” She was a bit curious as to why Murong Huai would suddenly come.

“Chichun, do you still remember Murong Huai?”

A flash of disdain appeared in Feng Chichun’s eyes. “I don’t remember, but I always feel he’s not a good person.”

Mu Xingyu thought of Murong Huai’s “Green Tea” behavior and nodded in agreement, “Indeed, not a good person.”

Feng Chichun looked at the apple and said, “The apple isn’t finished yet.”

It was five minutes later by the time Feng Chichun slowly finished the apple.

Only then did Feng Chichun say to the door, “Let him in.”

“Yes.” Fang Yuandong responded from outside.

A moment later, Murong Huai walked in holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Feng Chichun, I didn’t expect you to actually be hospitalized.”

Even though Murong Huai was holding flowers, Mu Xingyu felt he didn’t look like he was visiting a patient, but rather visiting a grave. His tone sounded like he was saying: You actually aren’t dead yet.

Mu Xingyu had no good feelings for Murong Huai, so she only gave a perfunctory greeting.

Murong Huai acted very familiar; he put the flowers into the vase by the bed and then said, “How is your body? When can you be discharged?” Midway through, Murong Huai raised his hand and said to Mu Xingyu, “Don’t look at me with those eyes; I’m truly here today to show concern for my childhood friend.”

Mu Xingyu retracted her gaze and took another apple to peel, but this time she peeled it very aggressively, with large chunks of skin and flesh falling into the trash can.

Feng Chichun countered with a question, “Who is your childhood friend?”

Murong Huai said in surprise, “You are, Chichun. You couldn’t have forgotten our years of friendship, could you?”

Feng Chichun nodded as a matter of course. “Yes, I’ve forgotten it all.”

“Hahaha, don’t joke around…” As he laughed, Murong Huai suddenly realized something was wrong, because the gaze Feng Chichun leveled at him was clearly unfamiliar.

“So you really have amnesia?” Murong Huai retracted his smile, his expression becoming serious.

Murong Huai took two steps forward, wanting to see if Feng Chichun’s head injury was severe.

Without thinking, Mu Xingyu flipped the paring knife and blocked Murong Huai’s hand with the handle.

One of the common “Green Tea” routines: always inadvertently creating intimate gestures. You couldn’t say he was doing something wrong—after all, he was showing concern—but it was just irritating.

Mu Xingyu hadn’t expected her own reaction to be so fast. She froze for a moment, then said dryly, “Don’t get too close.”

The corners of Feng Chichun’s mouth turned up, and she said, “Men and women should maintain proper distance. Mr. Murong, I hope you can keep a distance of at least three meters from me.”

Hearing this, Murong Huai laughed helplessly. “It seems even with amnesia, your words haven’t changed a bit.”

Feng Chichun leaned lazily against the headboard and said, “From your words, it seems we were quite close before?”

“More than just close—to a degree that would make your girlfriend angry.”

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