What Bad Intentions Could the Heroine Have? [GL] - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The next day, Mu Xingyu received a text message from Feng Chichun asking her to come to the Feng Corporation at noon.

Yesterday was just for buying clothes; today was the official start of her job. Mu Xingyu dressed up meticulously, even putting on one of the new outfits Feng Chichun had bought for her.

The driver was already waiting downstairs. Mu Xingyu headed down and got into the car.

To demonstrate their affection, Feng Chichun had specifically requested that she deliver a “love bento.” Of course, this meal wasn’t prepared by Mu Xingyu—who only knew how to steam buns and boil eggs—but was instead crafted by a professional chef.

In the underground parking garage, Secretary Fang handed the prepared lunch to Mu Xingyu. Fang Yuandong then led her into the private elevator. They traveled in silence until they reached the 66th floor.

Fang Yuandong opened the door to the CEO’s office for her, and Mu Xingyu walked in clutching the bento box. Coming back this time, both her identity and her state of mind had undergone a massive shift.

Mu Xingyu took a deep breath, took two steps forward, and then paused.

A carved wooden screen blocked her view, but it couldn’t block the sound; she could vaguely hear Feng Chichun talking to someone on the phone.

“Mom, it’s true. Why would I lie to you? I’d love to bring her to see you, but who brings their partner home the moment they start dating?”

“Alright, alright, I promise. I’ll definitely bring her home to meet you next month.” Feng Chichun had a smile on her face, and her free hand was twirling a fountain pen.

“Her name? It’s Mu Xingyu. ‘Mu’ as in wood, ‘Xing’ as in walking, and ‘Yu’ as in rain.”

On the other end of the line, Xin Yi’an sounded helpless. “You child, you’re just like your father—not a single romantic bone in your body. ‘The clouds part and the rain passes all too briefly; the sun returns as fast as a shuttle.’ Mu Xingyu… that name sounds lovely. I like it.”

Feng Chichun noticed the movement at the door. She said to her mother, “Mom, Xingyu is here to deliver my lunch. Talk to you later.”

“Are things that serious already? How about letting me meet her next week?”

Feng Chichun replied helplessly, “Didn’t we agree on next month? Goodbye.”

After hanging up, Feng Chichun spoke in the direction of the screen, “Come on out. Isn’t it tiring to keep standing at the door?”

Mu Xingyu walked slowly from behind the screen. Feng Chichun hadn’t tried to hide the phone call at all, so she had heard everything clearly. It seemed Feng Chichun wasn’t lying; her family really was pressing her hard about her love life.

Feng Chichun asked, “How long were you standing there?”

“About a minute?” Mu Xingyu’s tone was uncertain. She added, “But I heard the phone conversation.”

Feng Chichun nodded, a hint of a smile on her lips. “It’s good that you heard. That saves me from having to explain much. You’ll be meeting my parents next month, so prepare yourself as soon as possible.”

The pressure on Mu Xingyu surged. She asked, “What counts as being prepared?”

“Maintaining yesterday’s level of performance will be enough.” Feng Chichun glanced at her watch and continued, “It’s exactly lunchtime. Stay and eat with me.”

With that, Feng Chichun pushed back her chair and stood up. She was wearing a smoky-purple suit—a color that’s difficult for most people to pull off, but it suited her perfectly. Her face possessed a dazzling beauty that was almost aggressive, but the gentle purple balanced her intensity, adding a touch of softness.

Even Mu Xingyu, who was used to seeing beautiful women, couldn’t help but stare for a moment.

Mu Xingyu placed the bento on the coffee table. Upon opening it, she found it was a double serving. This meant Feng Chichun had planned for her to stay and eat all along. Then again, as a “girlfriend,” it would be illogical to leave immediately after delivering a “love bento.”

The bento box featured a multi-layered design. Each layer was filled with exquisite, delicious dishes—both meat and vegetables—and the taste was excellent.

After finishing, Mu Xingyu wiped her mouth, her eyes involuntarily drifting toward Feng Chichun.

Noticing the gaze, Feng Chichun asked, “Why do you keep looking at me? Do you have something to say, or are you just captivated by my beauty?”

Flustered by the remark, Mu Xingyu immediately looked away. “I have something to say.”

Feng Chichun nodded. “Then say it. My time is limited.”

Mu Xingyu took a moment to gather her thoughts and then asked, “I wanted to know… has President Feng felt like anything special has happened in your life lately?”

Feng Chichun frowned slightly. “Regarding titles, I hope you can be more professional. Whether there are outsiders present or not, you shouldn’t change how you address me. As for your question, if by ‘special things’ you mean life being exceptionally smooth and having all my wishes come true, then yes.”

These words sounded like a “humblebrag,” but on second thought, coming from her, it was simply the truth.

“I see… that’s quite good then.”

Feng Chichun added, “Furthermore, during the contract relationship, I hope you can develop some ‘couple itineraries.’ I will do my best to cooperate. As you know, I hired you precisely because I don’t want to spend mental effort on these things.”

Since Mu Xingyu was taking the money, she naturally had to do the work. She nodded and said, “I understand.”

Feng Chichun smiled. “I’m glad you understand. It would be best to list the dating activities one by one, and I will decide which ones to complete.”

Mu Xingyu asked, “Is there a time limit for this?”

“Personally, I prefer to finish today’s tasks today.”

“I understand…” Mu Xingyu felt the pressure mount instantly.

Feng Chichun gave Mu Xingyu a laptop and then went back to work.

Mu Xingyu had lived this long without ever having been in a relationship; how was she supposed to know how to create a dating itinerary? And even if they followed the process, would they actually look like a real couple? Looking at Feng Chichun’s businesslike attitude, she feared they might blow their cover in front of Feng’s parents next month. If they did, would Feng Chichun terminate the contract?

Mu Xingyu couldn’t help but lament the hardships of being an employee, but no matter how hard it was, she had to push through.

She stared at the computer for ten minutes until her eyes were sore, but she had only typed five characters. After deleting four, the character count was 1. Having no other choice, Mu Xingyu turned to Baidu and typed “things couples should do” into the search bar.

As she scrolled through the results, her head began to spin. She realized that beyond shopping and movies, there were so many other things couples could do. At first, she typed them out character by character, but eventually, she just started copying and pasting. She didn’t even care about the content; she just wanted the list to look long enough.

Three minutes later, she had pasted about two thousand characters. She called out to Feng Chichun, “Chichun, I’ve finished.”

Feng Chichun looked up from her desk. “Bring it here and let me see.”

Mu Xingyu placed the laptop on the desk, nervously watching Feng Chichun’s expression, terrified she would suddenly frown. Because there was so much content, Feng Chichun took a while to read.

After finishing, she said, “Rich content, diverse projects. Well done. Let’s start from the simple and move to the complex. We’ll watch a movie tonight, pick out matching couple outfits tomorrow, and the mountain climbing can be arranged for this Sunday. As for cooking together, that might have to wait until next week. What do you think?”

Mu Xingyu’s mind was filled with giant question marks. When did she add “cooking together”? Had she been too fast with the copy-pasting? Besides cooking together, had she accidentally pasted anything else strange? Was it too late to tell Feng Chichun she wanted to rewrite it?

“I… I…”

“Hmm?”

“No objections.” Mu Xingyu truly didn’t dare admit the list was entirely copied. She could only pray there wasn’t anything weird on it.

Feng Chichun continued, “When it comes to movies for couples, horror movies are always at the top of the list. I see the reviews for Ghost Grudge are pretty good lately.”

As luck would have it, Mu Xingyu had just watched Ghost Grudge with her best friend last week. She had no interest in watching anything a second time. How could she express this tactfully?

Feng Chichun mistook Mu Xingyu’s silence for fear. She asked, “What’s wrong? Are you afraid of this genre? I see there’s also a romance movie suitable for couples called A More Sorrowful Story than Sorrow.”

Mu Xingyu wanted to shake her head the moment she heard that title. If she had to watch that movie, she felt she could write a novel on the spot in the theater titled About Why My Sorrow Is Flowing Backwards and All the Way to Mount Everest! Any screenwriter who could write a “three-views-shattering” plot where characters kiss and sleep together but aren’t lovers, and where they cheat on others “for each other’s own good,” should really have a showdown with the author of The Fatal Pampering of the Cruel CEO, Yitiao Paopaoyu. Whoever won would get the “Most Melodramatic Script of the Year” award from her.

Between an eyesore and boredom, Mu Xingyu chose boredom. She said, “I think we should stick to the standard couple routine and watch the horror movie.”

Feng Chichun asked, “Are you sure?”

Mu Xingyu nodded with an extremely serious and solemn expression. “I’m sure!”

Feng Chichun couldn’t help but let out a light laugh. “It’s just a movie; you don’t need to be so combat-ready. I’ll be busy this afternoon, so you can choose to stay here or go home. When the time comes, I’ll have Secretary Fang notify you… wait, no. As lovers, the matter of notifying you for a date should be done by me personally.”

“Then I’ll go home and wait for your call.” Mu Xingyu grabbed her bag, ready to leave. It wasn’t that she didn’t like staying there, but she wanted to go home for a nap. If she accidentally fell asleep during the movie because it was too boring, that would be unprofessional. Given Feng Chichun’s rigorous nature, even if she wasn’t fired, she wouldn’t leave a good impression.

Feng Chichun said, “Fine. Just let Xiao Zhong know, and he will drive you home.”

Mu Xingyu’s plan was good, but her biological clock wouldn’t cooperate. She lay in bed for a full hour without a hint of sleepiness. After some mindless scrolling, time slipped away. Then she received the call from Feng Chichun; she would be picking her up in half an hour.

Mu Xingyu frantically re-curled her hair and made herself a cup of coffee. Even though she considered coffee one of the worst-tasting things in the world, she pinched her nose and drank the whole cup.

She went downstairs on time and got into Feng Chichun’s car.

Feng Chichun spoke: “By the way, I forgot to ask—do you prefer a private screening or watching a movie like ordinary people?”

Mu Xingyu was stunned by this display of wealth. She replied, “A private screening seems a bit too exaggerated.”

Feng Chichun nodded. “True. Then we’ll do as you say.”

Feng Chichun truly treated dating like work, considering every aspect thoroughly. For example, she asked if Mu Xingyu was on her period, if she wanted her drink with ice or heated, if she preferred Coke or milk tea, and what flavor of popcorn she liked. Mu Xingyu felt the weight of this meticulous care. She was a bit overwhelmed, but Feng Chichun said this was simply what she was supposed to do.

“The most important thing in a relationship is making people feel happy and pleased.”

Feng Chichun’s words were correct, but something felt slightly off. Before Mu Xingyu could figure it out, Feng Chichun said, “It’s time to go in. Let’s go.”

Feng Chichun had booked the seats with the best viewing experience. Whether by coincidence or not, the seats around them were empty. As the movie began, Mu Xingyu instinctively looked at the screen.

The same opening, the same dialogue. Because she had seen it once, the plot held zero freshness for her. The coffee proved useless, and Mu Xingyu’s eyelids began to feel heavy.

Don’t sleep, don’t sleep, don’t sleep, Mu Xingyu desperately told herself, but drowsiness swept over her regardless. Her body began to slant, leaning inch by inch toward Feng Chichun.

When Mu Xingyu finally fell into a deep sleep, her head landed perfectly on Feng Chichun’s shoulder. The lingering scent of Feng Chichun’s perfume drifted into her nose, drawing her into a deeper dream.

In her dream, Mu Xingyu fell into a world made of marshmallows—soft, fragrant, and wonderful to the touch, though it was a bit hard to breathe.

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