What Bad Intentions Could the Heroine Have? [GL] - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

After spending a whole day shopping with her best friend, Mu Xingyu returned home carrying several shopping bags.

She loved money and loved spending it; whenever she saw something she liked, she couldn’t resist buying it, regardless of whether she could actually use it. Today, in addition to buying things for herself, she had also bought a gift for Feng Chichun.

It was a pair of maple-leaf-shaped earrings, priced in the thousands. For an average person, it was a bit expensive, but for someone of Feng Chichun’s status, it seemed a bit cheap. However, if she bought anything more expensive, her own livelihood would become a problem.

Giving a gift to Feng Chichun wasn’t a sudden decision. Feng Chichun had helped her several times before, and since they were now “lovers,” inviting her to a meal felt meaningless; a gift was the best choice.

Mu Xingyu decided to give it to her the next time they met.

Then, Mu Xingyu planned to open “A-Jiang” (Lüjiang) to see if the author had updated.

The author had already replied to her comment yesterday. The author’s original words were: OMG! Little Angel, you’re spending too much! Another Deep-Water Torpedo! I love you so much! The change in the character names in the lead section is actually because I wanted to switch protagonists. I originally wanted to change channels, but found I couldn’t, so I started a new book! You can see it by clicking on my column! It’s called “What Bad Intentions Could the Female Lead Have? GL.” The ending will definitely be a sweet happy end!

The “GL” label the author used wasn’t for show. The story’s category had changed from Original – Romance – Modern – Love to Original – Yuri – Modern – Love.

As for the collection count, it was a pitiful 0. Mu Xingyu felt sorry for her, so she clicked the “Collect” button.

Although the world she lived in wasn’t entirely controlled by the author, the author’s will did influence certain things.

For example, what happened during her second meeting with Feng Chichun: the driver taking her to the wrong place, and her being unable to squeeze onto the bus no matter how hard she tried.

For instance, her manager tricking her into drinking spiked wine, and her happening to run into Feng Chichun at just the right moment.

And later, the contract relationship—these plot points were all things the author hoped would happen, so no matter what, these events were forced to occur through various coincidences.

If the author wanted a “Happy Ending” for this story, then as the protagonist of the author’s tale, her future wouldn’t be too bad.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed, and Feng Chichun finally finished her busy streak. However, the plan to buy couple outfits together had to be pushed back because Feng Chichun had to attend a banquet.

As Feng Chichun’s “girlfriend,” Mu Xingyu naturally had to attend.

In the afternoon, at a private styling studio, Mu Xingyu had already changed into her gown. She sat before the vanity as a makeup artist worked on her.

Although Mu Xingyu was already naturally beautiful, makeup could add even more allure to a beauty. Mu Xingyu closed her eyes, letting the artist meticulously apply and blend colors on her face.

After more than half an hour, the artist put away the brushes and said, “Miss Mu, it’s finished. Have a look and see if you’re satisfied.”

Mu Xingyu opened her eyes and saw herself in the mirror.

In the reflection, she wore a white mermaid-style dress, her features exquisite and her long hair flowing like a waterfall. Specifically, the small brown mole on the bridge of her nose was the finishing touch on her face, breaking the standard symmetry of her features and bringing a trace of special, fragile beauty.

Admiring her own looks, Mu Xingyu smiled and said, “Teacher Li, your skills are truly excellent.”

The makeup artist smiled modestly. “Thank you for the affirmation, Miss Mu, but for it to turn out this beautiful is mainly because your foundation is good.”

Who doesn’t like hearing compliments? Especially someone like Mu Xingyu, who was extremely confident in her appearance. If she hadn’t restrained herself, the corners of her mouth would have flown up to the sky.

Mu Xingyu wanted to ask when Feng Chichun would arrive, but afraid of disturbing her work, she chose to send a text.

She thought that since Feng Chichun was so busy, it would take a while for her to reply. To her surprise, just as she was about to put her phone down, a message came back.

Feng Chichun: Arriving at five.

Mu Xingyu checked the time and saw it was 4:45 PM. This meant Feng Chichun would arrive in fifteen minutes. But starting to change and do makeup at five—would there really be enough time?

However, facts proved that Feng Chichun could make it. She arrived exactly on time. She didn’t let the makeup artist help, choosing to do it herself instead.

Feng Chichun held her lipstick, applying it in just a few strokes. Eyebrows and eyeliner seemed like incredibly simple tasks under her hands, finished in mere moments. Only the final eyeshadow and highlighter took an extra two minutes.

This display left Mu Xingyu dumbfounded. It was the first time she knew makeup could be done so fast. Whenever she did it herself, didn’t it always take at least half an hour?

Feng Chichun noticed her gaze. “Surprised?”

Mu Xingyu nodded. “It’s faster than I imagined.”

Feng Chichun sat down, letting the stylist curl her hair. She said, “I simply place a high value on efficiency.”

“I can tell.” Mu Xingyu sat to the side, waiting for Feng Chichun to finish her hair.

Feng Chichun seemed to have never dyed her hair; it was pitch black and shiny, without a single stray color. The ink-like black further emphasized her cold, jade-white skin. Combined with her thick eyebrows and phoenix eyes, it created an aggressive beauty.

This version of Feng Chichun was a far cry from the seemingly strong but actually indecisive image in the original novel. Mu Xingyu actually felt this Feng Chichun was more charming—more like the protagonist of a story.

As Mu Xingyu gazed at Feng Chichun’s face, her mind wandered, and she didn’t notice how long she had been staring.

“Even though I know I’m beautiful, you don’t need to keep staring at me like that.”

Reminded by Feng Chichun, Mu Xingyu snapped out of it. “Ah? Did I look at you for a long time?”

Feng Chichun checked her watch. “Yes, five minutes and twenty seconds.”

Mu Xingyu felt her face grow hot with embarrassment. She hoped her makeup was thick enough so Feng Chichun wouldn’t see her blushing.

Afterward, Feng Chichun took off her watch and stood up. An assistant brought her high heels. Only then did Mu Xingyu notice that Feng Chichun usually wore low heels; it seemed Feng Chichun was even taller than she had imagined.

Their gowns were black and white—different in design details and colors, yet their elements echoed each other. It was clear they were the work of the same designer. Standing together, they truly looked like a perfect match.

Suddenly, Mu Xingyu remembered she had a gift prepared. She said, “Wait, I have a gift to give you.”

Feng Chichun was slightly surprised. “Oh? Why the sudden desire to give me a gift?”

Mu Xingyu pulled the gift box out of her bag. “It’s not exactly sudden. You’ve helped me so much before, it’s only right that I give you something. It’s not anything valuable, though.”

“Whether a gift is valuable or not isn’t important. What matters is whether the recipient likes it.” With that, Feng Chichun opened the box.

Lying on the velvet pad was a pair of maple-leaf earrings. The design was simple and elegant, with a transparent texture, and deep red veins like blood filled the interior. It was clear Mu Xingyu had chosen the gift carefully.

Feng Chichun took off her own earrings and put on the ones Mu Xingyu gave her.

“Yes, very pretty. Thank you for the gift.” Feng Chichun set aside her original earrings. “Actually, I have a gift for you as well.”

Feng Chichun snapped her fingers. The elusive Secretary Fang appeared from behind Mu Xingyu, holding a gift box.

“Gah!” Mu Xingyu was so startled her foot slipped.

“Careful.” Feng Chichun caught Mu Xingyu’s arm.

The moment palm touched bare skin, an electric sensation spread from the contact point. Mu Xingyu’s ears turned red. She stood up straight and whispered a “thank you.”

“Take a look at the gift. I think you’ll like it.” Feng Chichun handed the box to her.

Whether from the sudden fright or the anticipation of the gift, Mu Xingyu’s heart throbbed violently in her chest. Her fingertips touched the velvet box. With a slight pull, the lid opened. A teardrop-shaped blue gemstone bloomed with radiant light under the lamps, dazzling her eyes.

Feng Chichun truly understood Mu Xingyu’s tastes; she had zero resistance to such sparkling, beautiful things.

Despite being deeply tempted, Mu Xingyu still had some rationality. Giving and receiving gifts was normal, but if a gift was too expensive, it was another story. She followed the gemstone circles; a sapphire necklace of this quality and size would start at least in the millions—far more than her entire year’s salary.

“This seems too valuable.” Mu Xingyu tried to close the box, but Feng Chichun held her hand down.

Mu Xingyu looked up into Feng Chichun’s eyes. She heard her say, “We agreed—this is a return gift. And it’s not particularly expensive. I bought it on a whim a long time ago and never found the right occasion. I just happened to think it suited you, so I’m using it as a gift.”

How could a return gift be sent so quickly? And a sapphire necklace at that. It was obvious Feng Chichun had prepared it beforehand; the fact that she gave her gift first was just a coincidence.

Mu Xingyu opened her mouth to speak, but Feng Chichun interrupted.

“Alright, let’s not waste time. Let me put it on for you.” Feng Chichun picked up the necklace.

The silver chain rested on Feng Chichun’s cold white wrist like a winding little snake. She stepped behind Mu Xingyu and lifted a bunch of her long hair. The curled ends of the hair brushed against her skin; the faint itch didn’t feel like it was on her back, but rather on her heart.

Mu Xingyu held her own hair out of the way. She saw the blue gem hanging at her chest, like a frozen icy tear, breathtakingly beautiful.

Feng Chichun clicked the clasp shut. As she withdrew her fingers, the icy chain pressed against Mu Xingyu’s fair, slender neck.

In that instant, Mu Xingyu’s body shivered. She pursed her lips, suppressing the strange emotion in her heart. Then she said, “I’ll consider that I’m just borrowing this necklace for today. When the banquet is over, I’ll return it to you.”

Feng Chichun said, “I have no habit of taking back things I’ve given away. Let’s go. I don’t like being late.”

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