What Bad Intentions Could the Heroine Have? [GL] - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

A contract relationship for one year 50,000 monthly, totaling 600,000 a year, not including overtime and various subsidies.

Compared to the millions in “keep fees” seen in novels, it didn’t seem like much, but in reality, an annual income of 600,000 was enough for a down payment on a house.

For a working person, such terms were incredibly tempting! Mu Xingyu was so moved she almost blurted out “yes” on the spot, but does the world really just drop free pies from the sky?

“I… need to think about it.”

Hearing this, Feng Chichun said, “I can understand your hesitation. But to me, money is just a number. If something can be easily solved with money, I don’t want to waste too much time on it.”

The reasoning sounded logical, but there were other questions. Mu Xingyu asked, “But why me?”

Feng Chichun smiled. “It’s simple. You are beautiful and naive; you’re a very suitable candidate.”

Even though she was being praised, Mu Xingyu felt a subtle sense of being “read” or judged.

Then Feng Chichun added, “It’s fine if your answer is no. I can keep looking for someone else; there’s still enough time.”

Mu Xingyu tightened her grip on the contract, her resolve wavering even more. Remembering how mysteriously kind Feng Chichun had been these past few days, she couldn’t help but ask, “So, was everything you did to help me before just because you wanted to talk about work?”

Feng Chichun nodded. “Of course. If I’m going to negotiate a job, I should try my best to leave a good impression.”

Mu Xingyu pursed her lips, looking down at the contract in silence.

Seeing her quiet for so long, Feng Chichun asked, “What? Is there a problem with the contract?”

Mu Xingyu shook her head. “No problem. Thank you, President Feng, for giving me this opportunity.”

“Then it seems your answer is ‘yes.'” With that, Feng Chichun glanced at Fang Yuandong, who immediately presented Mu Xingyu with a pen.

As she wrote her final stroke, Mu Xingyu suddenly realized this plot felt very familiar. Wasn’t this the classic “contract love turns real” trope from the original novel?

Seeing her finish signing, Feng Chichun smiled. “A pleasure doing business with you, Miss Mu.”

Mu Xingyu suppressed her emotions and replied, “President Feng, it’s a pleasure.”

Feng Chichun checked her watch. “I have some matters to handle, so I’ll head out first. Secretary Fang will handle the follow-up; you can ask her any questions you have.”

Mu Xingyu: “Okay, I understand.”

After Feng Chichun left, Mu Xingyu exchanged phone numbers and emails with Fang Yuandong and sent over her bank account details.

Secretary Fang said, “If you have questions regarding the contract or work, feel free to ask. Raising issues early helps efficiency.”

Mu Xingyu thought to herself that Feng Chichun’s employees were indeed just like her—efficiency was everything.

“Mm, I will,” she replied.

Afterward, Fang Yuandong called a car for Mu Xingyu, saving her the taxi fare.

Once home, Mu Xingyu paid her electricity bill via her phone. She only had a hundred yuan left in her account, but that was no longer an issue—she was about to be rich.

Oh, right! She had to check Green Jiang to see if the author had replied.

Upon opening the app, she found the author had revised Chapters 2 and 3. She couldn’t resist clicking in, but as she read, she was stunned. Wasn’t this plot exactly what she had experienced over the last two days, just in text form?

Mu Xingyu had to pinch her own pressure point to keep from fainting, taking a long time to recover.

Since the author had updated, they must have logged in and might have replied. She nervously opened the comment section, but when she saw the reply, her eyes nearly rolled back into her head.

The reply read: Comments from Standard Level users will be displayed after they pass moderation!

There is nothing crueler than being given hope only to have it crushed. Can the moderators at A-Jiang get it together?!

Mu Xingyu took a deep breath to steady herself. She had already guessed the answer, but humans are like that—knowing the truth deep down yet still desperately seeking proof in hopes of overturning it.

Coincidences happen, but a series of coincidences in the exact same order is impossible.

It was another night of heavy thoughts, but she still had to sleep.

The next day, the sun rose as usual. Mu Xingyu woke up to her alarm and fumbled for her phone. She meant to check the time but accidentally clicked into her messages.

She wasn’t paying attention at first, but as she went to exit, her eyes widened.

“Units, tens, hundreds, thousands… 50,000!” Mu Xingyu bolted upright.

The efficiency of the Feng Corporation was terrifying. They signed yesterday, and before she had even started working, her salary was already in.

Her eyes gleamed as she began planning how to spend this month’s pay. Half an hour later, she calmed down enough to make breakfast. As a model, her meal was simple: one steamed bun, one egg, and a glass of milk.

In the middle of her meal, her phone rang. The caller: Feng Chichun.

“Hello, President Feng.”

Feng Chichun said, “Good morning. Also, the contract is now in effect. I think you should change how you address me.”

“What… should I call you then?”

When it came to nicknames for couples, the first words that popped into her head were “Baby” or “Darling,” but both were too cheesy to say out loud.

Feng Chichun said, “You can just call me by my name. But looking at you, it might take some time to adjust. Also, I’m calling to let you know I’ll pick you up in an hour.”

“Pick me up? For a date?” Mu Xingyu felt nervous.

“To get you some new outfits,” Feng Chichun replied. “As the girlfriend of the President of Feng Corporation, you shouldn’t be wearing clothes from last season.”

Mu Xingyu recalled she was wearing a KK brand outfit from last year when they first met. She hadn’t expected Feng Chichun to not only recognize it but also take it to heart. As a model, she earned more than average, but she could only afford a few luxury pieces for show; she couldn’t exactly chase the latest arrivals.

She was excited about new clothes, but she played it cool. “Actually, I have clothes, I don’t really need to buy more…”

“I will be at your building in fifty-eight minutes. I hope you’ve changed by the time I arrive. See you later.” Then, Feng Chichun hung up.

Mu Xingyu wanted to roll around on her bed in joy. Feng Chichun was so overbearing! She loved it!

She tossed her phone on the bed and started rummaging through her closet. She tried on several outfits but wasn’t satisfied. If she hadn’t needed time for makeup, she would have kept picking.

At exactly 9:00 AM, Feng Chichun called again. Mu Xingyu was dressed and ready, though her hair was only lightly curled due to time constraints.

Mu Xingyu went downstairs and got into Feng Chichun’s luxury car, feeling a bit cramped in the passenger seat.

Sensing her tension, Feng Chichun said, “Relax. If you’re too nervous, people will see through us.”

Mu Xingyu nodded seriously. “I understand.”

Feng Chichun could tell from her expression that she hadn’t relaxed at all, but some things couldn’t be rushed.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at a high-end designer boutique.

Feng Chichun scanned the store and pointed out a few sets. “These look good, what do you think?”

“They’re all great.”

“Then go try them. If they fit, we’ll take them all.” Feng Chichun’s words oozed “Overbearing CEO” energy.

If she were reading a novel, Mu Xingyu might have mocked it internally, but now that she was the “heroine,” she just thought: Pick more! I love them all!

The sales associate took the clothes for her, and Mu Xingyu carried them into the changing room. Before changing, she couldn’t help but peek at a price tag then she silently looked away. Too many zeros; it made her dizzy.

Any single item here cost more than she could earn in months, but to Feng Chichun, it was pocket change.

Mu Xingyu picked her favorite a lotus-pink dress that complemented her skin tone. But… once it was on, it was clear that while the front looked good, the back was far too loose.

It was clearly a dress made only for “paper-thin” figures.

In modeling, there are runway and commercial models. Runway models must be tall and razor-thin to let the clothes shine. Commercial models have lower requirements for being thin and focus more on looks. Mu Xingyu was a commercial model she had a beautiful face and a curvaceous yet slim body, but she was still within the realm of a “normal” person.

Just as she was about to switch to the next set, voices came from outside the stall. Coincidentally, Mu Xingyu knew the speaker.

“Sister Zhuo, how do I look in this?”

Zhuo Zi said impatiently, “It’s all the same. You’ll be taking it off anyway.”

“Sister Zhuo, I understand how things work. But if I look too cheap, I’ll be looked down upon. One still has to wear clothes,” Zhuang Yangyang said, stroking the hem of a dress.

Zhuang Yangyang was a newcomer under Zhuo Zi good looks, good body, but still a step below Mu Xingyu.

Zhuo Zi said, “At least you’re sensible. You’re much smarter than that idiot Mu Xingyu.”

Zhuang Yangyang smiled. “Sister Zhuo, don’t talk about Senior Mu like that. She’d be so sad if she heard you.”

Mu Xingyu didn’t hear a hint of sympathy in Zhuang Yangyang’s tone only thick sarcasm.

Unfortunately for them, she did hear it.

Zhuo Zi continued, “I thought she’d be easy to control because she’s stupid, but even idiots have their moments of being ‘clever.'”

Tricking her, trapping her, and then insulting her? No one could tolerate that!

Whoosh! Mu Xingyu yanked back the curtain.

“Miss Zhuo, Miss Zhuang don’t you think your tongues are long enough to tie into a bow?”

Mu Xingyu’s sudden appearance made Zhuang Yangyang’s face pale, but she recovered quickly. She looked Mu Xingyu up and down and sneered back, “Weren’t you too ‘noble’ to take a swimwear gig? So why are you dressed like this now? Was President Wang just not good enough for your eyes?”

Just as Mu Xingyu was about to retort, a voice suddenly came from the entrance of the changing area:

“What ‘President Wang’? Mind if I listen in too?”

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