What Bad Intentions Could the Heroine Have? [GL] - Chapter 21.2

Chapter 21.2

Mu Xingyu had a hard time controlling the hand holding the knife. Why hadn’t Murong Huai given up yet? Even though his exposure was complete, he was still trying his best to drive a wedge between her and Feng Chichun.

Feng Chichun gave a cold snort. “That joke isn’t funny. If you have nothing else to do, then please leave. I’m tired and want some peace.”

Murong Huai asked with a face full of innocence, “Are you saying I’m being noisy?”

“Yes, very loud.”

Murong Huai sighed. “People in love are truly different—getting a girlfriend and forgetting your brother. Alright, no more jokes. I came here to tell you that I’ve decided to abandon the development plan for that street in the west of the city. Oh, I forgot, you probably have no impression of this matter right now.”

Then Murong Huai’s tone shifted. “Tell me, what would happen if I snatched your Feng Group projects while you’re suffering from amnesia?”

Feng Chichun looked at Murong Huai as if looking at a fool. “Do you think my parents are pushovers? Besides, I will recover in half a month at most. If you really want to do that, you’d better be prepared for my retaliation. I consider myself a person who holds a grudge.”

Murong Huai laughed heartily. “Just a joke. We are childhood friends; how could I do something so unscrupulous?”

Mu Xingyu muttered while peeling the remaining half of the apple, “That’s not certain. Looking at your name, it seems quite unscrupulous.”

Actually, what concerned Mu Xingyu more was another matter: Feng Chichun saying she would recover her memories in half a month at most.

“Ah—” Mu Xingyu let out a low cry as a sharp pain came from her finger.

A drop of bright red blood welled up from her fingertip. Mu Xingyu knit her brows in pain and instinctively reached for a tissue to wipe the blood.

“What’s wrong?” Feng Chichun looked over the moment Mu Xingyu made a sound. Seeing Mu Xingyu’s finger injured, she pulled back the quilt, wanting to get out of bed.

Mu Xingyu said immediately, “It’s nothing, just a bit of skin broken. I’ll go to the bathroom and rinse my hand.”

After saying that, Mu Xingyu set down the apple and paring knife and entered the bathroom. Feng Chichun frowned as she watched Mu Xingyu’s back.

In the bathroom, Mu Xingyu rinsed her finger with water, the faint stinging sensation still lingering.

This bit of pain served as a reminder: once Feng Chichun recovered her memory, the state of their interaction would likely return to the very beginning.

Mu Xingyu felt she couldn’t just sit by without taking action. She immediately took out her phone, wanting to seek help from her best friend.

“Ruru, I had a sudden whim lately and wanted to write a novel, but I’m stuck on the plot. Can you help me?”

Qin Yiru’s profession was a web novelist; she would surely be very experienced regarding plot development.

In a short while, Qin Yiru replied.

Ruru: What plot? Tell me about it.

Mu Xingyu’s brain worked rapidly, thinking about how to make it up so that Qin Yiru wouldn’t realize it was about her own life.

After pondering for a moment, Mu Xingyu sent a long message.

“I’m writing a ‘marriage first, love later’ theme. The male and female leads are in a fake marriage and were initially respectful but distant. But one day, the male lead suddenly gets amnesia and thinks they are a real couple. I want them to have a Happy Ending. Ruru, how should I write the next part?”

Ruru: That’s simple. Just have them have sex and be done with it.

Seeing Qin Yiru’s reply, Mu Xingyu almost choked to death on her own saliva.

This was too direct and explosive! What kind of “dog-blood” development was this?

If she didn’t know Qin Yiru’s pen name, she would have thought Qin Yiru was “A Bubble Fish,” the author of How Could the Female Lead Have Any Bad Intentions GL.

Mu Xingyu: “Is there a gentler plot development?”

Ruru: There is, but it’s slower. Have the female lead go along with the mistake for now. The fact that the male lead would have such a misunderstanding shows he has a good impression of her too. By the time he recovers his memory, he’ll likely have truly fallen for her. However, I suggest you don’t have them get together immediately after he recovers.

Mu Xingyu’s heart thudmed. Her hand was trembling slightly as she typed.

Mu Xingyu: “Why?”

Ruru: Think about it—what kind of person enters a contract marriage? It has to be a mature and rational person with strong goal-orientation. This type of person might be moved, but they won’t necessarily give up too much for that heartbeat. As the old saying goes: ‘What is possessed is always taken for granted; what cannot be had is always in a stir.’

Actually, Mu Xingyu didn’t want to admit what Qin Yiru said was true, but it indeed made a lot of sense.

Based on Feng Chichun’s past behavior, she was a person who pursued efficiency and clearly understood what she wanted.

Mu Xingyu: “Mm, thank you Ruru, I know how to write it now.”

Ruru: No problem, find me again if you have more questions.

“Is… is Miss Mu not here?”

Mu Xingyu tilted her head toward the door in confusion. She seemed to have heard someone else speaking just now.

Putting away her phone, she walked out of the bathroom. Pushing the door open, she saw several familiar figures.

The young man at the lead, his eyes lighting up upon seeing Mu Xingyu, immediately stepped forward.

“M-Miss Mu, w-we are h-here to thank you and P-President Feng. The Murong Group has d-decided to g-give up on acquiring our s-shop.”

Mu Xingyu was still a bit dazed and nodded instinctively. Reflecting on it, when Murong Huai was talking to Feng Chichun just now, he had mentioned he decided to give up on acquiring that street in the west.

“Ah, congratulations.” Mu Xingyu was actually quite happy for Chen Zhilong and the others.

Chen Zhilong was so excited he could hardly speak. He fumbled to pull a card out of his pocket.

“Th-this is… is—”

“This is our hair salon’s Diamond Membership Card. You can get free hair washes, perms, and treatments for life.” Li Gang was impatient; hearing Chen Zhilong stammer for half a day without a complete sentence, he just said it for him.

Mu Xingyu took the Diamond Membership Card and said, “Thank you. I’ll visit your shop for a hair wash when I’m free.”

At this point, Feng Chichun on the bed spoke up, “Xingyu, come here for a moment.”

Mu Xingyu walked over and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Feng Chichun said, “Give me your hand.”

Without thinking much, Mu Xingyu extended her right hand, the bracelet on her wrist swaying slightly.

Feng Chichun’s heart stirred at the sight of this bracelet, because she also had a similar one on her own hand.

“Not this hand.”

Mu Xingyu immediately switched hands. After extending her left hand, she remembered her index finger had just accidentally been nicked by the paring knife.

Feng Chichun produced a band-aid from somewhere and carefully applied it for her.

“Don’t peel apples next time. I actually prefer eating them with the skin on; it’s more nutritious.”

Mu Xingyu’s hand was still held in Feng Chichun’s. Heat was transferred through the touch. These words weren’t “overbearing CEO” at all, but they felt very sweet—sweeter than the apple she had just eaten.

Murong Huai said with “aching teeth” (sourness/jealousy), “Seeing you so affectionate makes me embarrassed to ruin your relationship.”

Mu Xingyu acted as if she hadn’t heard Murong Huai. She slowly retracted her hand, her thumb stroking the band-aid.

Only now did Chen Zhilong and the others notice Murong Huai’s presence. Chen Zhilong asked curiously, “M-Miss Mu, is th-this person also your f-friend?”

Lin Mei, standing behind Li Gang, peeked at Murong Huai. Feeling he looked very familiar, she whispered, “I think this gentleman might be the President of the Murong Group. And Miss Mu said that day—Murong Huai is exceptionally wicked and loves stealing other people’s things.”

Chen Zhilong’s ears twitched. His gaze toward Murong Huai gradually changed, taking on a look of scrutiny.

Mu Xingyu thought it was indeed time for an introduction. She said, “This is indeed the current CEO of the Murong Group, Murong Huai.”

“S-so it was you! You e-evil capitalist!” Chen Zhilong’s anger rose at the thought that his hair salon almost went bankrupt because of this man.

Murong Huai raised his hands and took two steps back. He said, “Hey, you can’t say that. Isn’t Feng Chichun also a capitalist? Why don’t you scold her?”

Chen Zhilong choked for a moment, then said, “B-because she didn’t try to ac-acquire our shop!”

Feng Chichun spoke up: “No matter what happened before, since everything is fine now, let this matter end here.”

Chen Zhilong glared at Murong Huai and then said, “W-we actually brought other g-gifts. Gangzi, Xiao Mei, g-go get them.”

The thick-skinned Murong Huai still had no intention of leaving; he even found a folding stool from some corner and sat down.

Mu Xingyu felt a bit guilty. On the day of the ‘kidnapping,’ she had said a lot of bad things about Murong Huai. This had led Chen Zhilong and his group to believe Murong Huai was a black-hearted capitalist who ate people without spitting out the bones, and one with a “Green Tea” attribute to boot.

A moment later, Lin Mei and Li Gang returned, with Li Gang holding something new.

Mu Xingyu looked closely and saw it was a flower basket, with plenty of fruit placed in the center.

“This is a flower and fruit basket we prepared for you and Miss Feng. We actually happened to run into Mr. Zhong and learned Miss Feng was hospitalized. We decided to visit on short notice, so the preparation was a bit hurried.” Lin Mei smiled shyly.

Chen Zhilong nodded in agreement from the side. “W-we are truly grateful that y-you could f-forgive our m-mistaken behavior.”

Mu Xingyu reached out to take the basket. Unexpectedly, it was heavy, making her wrist ache. She wanted to find a place to set it down and realized the table was occupied by the bouquet Murong Huai had sent.

Feng Chichun moved the bouquet aside for Mu Xingyu and said, “Put it here.”

“But what about the flowers Mr. Murong sent?” Mu Xingyu said this, but her hands didn’t hesitate at all in setting down the fruit basket.

Feng Chichun glanced at the flowers in her hand. “Didn’t you say we were childhood friends? It seems our relationship isn’t that great. This gift of yours isn’t even as good as one prepared in a hurry by others.”

Murong Huai said, “Since you’re in a relationship, it’s not good for me to appear too intimate with you.”

Feng Chichun set the flowers aside. “But from your previous behavior, I couldn’t see you avoiding suspicion at all. I don’t care what others think, but I don’t want my girlfriend to misunderstand our relationship.”

“I thought you just found someone at random to date. I didn’t expect you to be serious.”

Feng Chichun knit her brows and asked, “What do you mean by that?”

Murong Huai crossed his arms. He gave Mu Xingyu a meaningful look first before saying, “Well, I’m not the party involved, so I don’t know the specifics. I’m just very curious why you got together so quickly. As far as I know, you only met three times before dating, and you’ve known each other for less than a week.”

This was exactly one of the reasons Murong Huai had repeatedly tried to ruin the relationship—it was so fast it defied logic and didn’t look like a normal romance.

As for the reason, Mu Xingyu naturally knew, but she couldn’t say.

Feng Chichun pinched the bridge of her nose, appearing a bit tired. “Regardless of the reason Xingyu and I are together, that is our business and doesn’t require your questioning.”

Chen Zhilong and the others, who hadn’t had time to leave, kept making themselves small, but their ears were perked up, quietly listening to the high-society gossip.

“I’ve meddled too much. Before I leave, I want to remind you: if you’re going to get married, remember to do a prenuptial agreement.” Murong Huai gave a wave of goodbye and left coolly, taking the flowers he had brought with him.

Mu Xingyu had originally felt a bit of regret for badmouthing Murong Huai, but now she didn’t just want to scold him—she wanted to stick needles into a voodoo doll of him.

What does ‘remember to do a prenuptial agreement’ mean? It sounded as if she were some person with ulterior motives and a dishonest heart.

Although she did sometimes have dishonest thoughts… that… that was just craving Feng Chichun’s body.

Seeing Mu Xingyu with her head down in silence, Feng Chichun thought she was in a bad mood and comforted her: “Don’t take that person’s words to heart. I believe you.”

After speaking, Feng Chichun raised her right hand, and the black-and-red bracelet on her wrist swayed.

“You gave this to me, didn’t you? I like it very much.”

Chen Zhilong couldn’t help but say in surprise, “Is th-this the h-handmade ‘Blue-Green’ bracelet? I heard it t-takes a long time to m-make.”

Hearing Chen Zhilong say this, Feng Chichun was even more convinced that she and Mu Xingyu were deeply in love. Otherwise, why would Mu Xingyu spend so much time making a bracelet for her?

“Actually, it was just something I made casually when I was bored…” After saying that, Mu Xingyu wanted to slap her own mouth.

Look at what she was saying! At a time like this, shouldn’t she play up how difficult it had been?

Why was she always a giant in thought but a dwarf in action?

“Th-that must have taken a lot of t-time, right, Xiao M-Mei?”

Lin Mei nodded. “Mm. I tried to make one for A-Gang before, but it was too hard. I eventually just gave up.”

Li Gang patted Lin Mei’s shoulder. “I’m not one for wearing those; it’s inconvenient for washing guests’ hair.”

Only now did Mu Xingyu realize Li Gang and Lin Mei were a couple; she had always thought Lin Mei and Chen Zhilong were the pair.

Feng Chichun checked the time and then said, “It’s almost noon. Xingyu, take the guests to eat.”

Mu Xingyu took out her phone and saw it was already twelve—indeed time for lunch.

“Chichun, what about you? What are you eating for lunch?”

Feng Chichun said, “I can only eat light things now, so I won’t go with you. I’ll just have a little bite later.”

Mu Xingyu thought for a moment and said, “Then how about I bring you a bowl of fish fillet congee? It can supplement protein without being too oily.”

“Alright.”

Feng Chichun’s complexion didn’t look great. Mu Xingyu felt it would be good to go out for a meal and give Feng Chichun some quiet space.

“Then I’m leaving. Call me if anything happens.”

“I will.”

Mu Xingyu left the ward with Chen Zhilong and the others. A moment later, Fang Yuandong knocked on the door while holding a tablet. Hearing Feng Chichun say “enter,” she pushed the door open.

“President Feng, this happened suddenly. How should the upcoming work schedule be arranged?”

Feng Chichun stared at the bracelet on her wrist. After a long while, she spoke, “In my current state, I can’t handle company matters. Push everything back for now. Anything that can’t be pushed should be canceled.”

Fang Yuandong’s fingers tapped and slid across the tablet. She then asked, “President Feng, do we need to add private itineraries?”

Feng Chichun pondered for a moment and said, “Check if there are any romantic spots for couples. I want to spend these few days of rest with Xingyu. Think of it as rehearsing for a honeymoon.”

Fang Yuandong suppressed the urge to complain and found the most tactful reason: “President Feng, given your current physical state, I still don’t recommend you go out.”

Actually, Fang Yuandong wanted to say: President Feng, wake up! Your girlfriend is fake! And who rehearses a honeymoon? You two haven’t even settled the basics yet!

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