When The Harem Novel’s Heroine Meets The Tragic Heroine - Chapter 14

Through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, one could see that the night outside had grown deep, a vast expanse of murky black.

The villa was deathly silent. The main entrance was being strictly guarded, with no one allowed in or out.

Bei Qiuqiu, who had been tense and anxious at first, began to yawn the moment she sat on the sofa. Before long, her head started nodding rhythmically until she gradually slumped toward Yu Qingling’s side.

Having waited so long without Feng Yuanhua appearing, Yu Qingling’s brow furrowed slightly; she was beginning to lose her patience. She glanced toward the door, feeling that she could easily take down those flimsy “paper tigers” guarding the entrance and walk out with a grand air.

However, feeling the weight on her shoulder and the sound of steady breathing by her ear, she hesitated for a moment. She ultimately decided not to act for the time being, opting to wait until the other girl woke up.

When it came to fragile girls who needed protection, she had always possessed an exceptionally good temper.

Time ticked by, minute by minute. Bei Qiuqiu woke up in a daze. Half-squinting her eyes, she realized she was fast asleep, leaning against the person she liked, her forehead pressed slightly against the hollow of the other’s neck—a posture far too ambiguous for a “straight” woman to ignore.

For instance, Yu Qingling was currently being very indulgent, allowing herself to be used as a pillow.

Bei Qiuqiu hastily closed her eyes, trying hard to sleep a bit longer, wanting to stay close to her crush for just a few more moments. Unfortunately, she couldn’t control her heartbeat, which grew faster and faster, sounding exceptionally clear in this environment where one could hear a pin drop.

“Awake?”

Bei Qiuqiu’s eyelashes fluttered. She nuzzled once against the hollow of the neck before reluctantly opening her eyes, looking bleary-eyed as if she had just woken up. She was about to ask, “Sorry, did I make your shoulder go numb?” when she noticed a small wet patch on Yu Qingling’s shoulder.

That… might, perhaps, possibly be her drool!

Bei Qiuqiu: “…”

Yu Qingling glanced sideways at the blushing Bei Qiuqiu. She didn’t mind the small wet patch on her shoulder and asked, “Feng Yuanhua still hasn’t shown up. Shall we leave now?”

Bei Qiuqiu shook her head.

Yu Qingling’s perennial icy expression was broken by surprise. “Why?”

Bei Qiuqiu pinched her left index finger with her right hand, murmuring softly, “Because… I have to stay here for a full day and night.”

Yu Qingling frowned.

Bei Qiuqiu said hurriedly, “Sister, why don’t you leave first? I’ll be fine here by myself.” She glanced at the several men crouching by the door—each looking physically powerful and fierce. Bei Qiuqiu leaned closer to her and whispered, “I’ll cover you while you jump out the window to escape?”

Yu Qingling didn’t speak, nor did she stand up. After staring at her quietly for a few seconds, she resumed her previous posture, sat cross-legged, and slowly closed both eyes.

Bei Qiuqiu’s eyes lit up. Did this mean she was going to stay with her? At that moment, her emotions were indescribably complex. She didn’t want Yu Qingling to be trapped in unknown danger with her, yet she yearned for her company.

It was a contradiction.

This contradiction didn’t last long, as a faint sound came from outside the main door.

What was meant to come would always come.

Bei Qiuqiu shook Yu Qingling’s arm. “Sister, someone is coming. We have to be careful.”

When Yu Qingling opened her eyes, she didn’t look toward the foyer; instead, she looked at Bei Qiuqiu. She couldn’t understand why Bei Qiuqiu was clearly terrified but insisted on staying.

The sounds drew closer. Bei Qiuqiu scrambled up, grabbed a vase, and hid it behind her back. After a thought, she handed another vase to Yu Qingling, whispering: “Sister, take this for self-defense.”

The vases were a pair, looking like ancient artifacts from the Tang Dynasty.

When Feng Yuanhua entered, he saw the woman who had previously lifted him with ease now tossing his high-priced auction collectible around like a ball. His back broke into a cold sweat instantly. Forgetting Yu Qingling’s lethality for a moment, he rushed forward, trying to snatch the vase back.

Yu Qingling raised an eyebrow at Feng Yuanhua. His momentum wasn’t bad, but unfortunately, he was not a nimble fat man. The speed at which he ran with all his might was barely comparable to her walking speed, making him fail to stir even a hint of fighting spirit in her. She remained seated steadily.

Seeing him rush over aggressively with his hands reaching for Yu Qingling, Bei Qiuqiu pulled the other vase from behind her back, raised it high, and smashed it down accurately and fiercely onto Feng Yuanhua’s head.

The vase shattered upon impact. Feng Yuanhua looked at Bei Qiuqiu in disbelief, then looked at the shattered remains on the floor, his eyes nearly splitting with rage: “My baby!”

A viscous liquid flowed down from his hairline. Feng Yuanhua reached up to touch it and saw a palm full of blood. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

The noise inside alerted the people outside, who came rushing in.

Bei Qiuqiu stood in front of Yu Qingling. “I’m the one who hit him.”

Yu Qingling was stunned. Once again, she was being protected by a frail girl.

The lead man had a gloomy expression. “Since that’s the case, we can only take you to see Old Mr. Feng.”

Old Mr. Feng was Feng Yuanhua’s father, a decisive and cold-blooded successful businessman who was now seventy years old but still held most of the power in the Feng Corporation.

“Old Mr. Feng has only this one son. If he finds out you knocked his only heir unconscious, there will certainly be no good end for you.”

Bei Qiuqiu bit her lip, her whole body tense. Smashing someone felt satisfying in the moment, but she hadn’t considered the consequences.

The five men stepped closer, one by one.

Bei Qiuqiu thought she probably wouldn’t be able to complete the task of staying in the villa for a day and night.

In the next moment, Yu Qingling stepped out from behind her and dealt with the five men one by one in a fluid, seamless motion.

Looking at the five men lying haphazardly on the ground, groaning and unable to stand, Bei Qiuqiu couldn’t quite snap out of it. She knew Yu Qingling’s combat power was high, but it seemed she had still underestimated her.

Liuliu (the system) was furious: “Host, why did you hit the male supporting character?”

Bei Qiuqiu did not regret her act of “saving the beauty”: “The mission didn’t say I couldn’t hit him. By the way, Feng Yuanhua’s injury isn’t fatal, is it?”

Liuliu got even angrier: “Did you not consider that you might kill someone when you smashed them with a vase?”

Bei Qiuqiu felt guilty: “My strength isn’t that great; it shouldn’t be that serious.”

Liuliu barked: “Not that serious? The man isn’t even breathing! Just you wait for your electric shock punishment!”

Bei Qiuqiu’s face instantly turned pale.

After putting everyone down, Yu Qingling sat back on the soft, large sofa. She really liked the sofas in this world; sitting on them was far too comfortable.

Seeing Bei Qiuqiu still standing there staring at the unconscious Feng Yuanhua with a terrible complexion, she guessed what the girl was worried about and said: “Your strength isn’t great. He only has a superficial injury. Don’t worry, he’ll wake up in a moment.”

Liuliu, whose lie had been exposed: “…”

Bei Qiuqiu: “Heh! Turns out the system lies too.”

If Liuliu had a body, it would definitely be jumping in rage right now. “Originally, after tonight, you and this fat supporting character would have nothing to do with each other. Now that you’ve hit him, don’t you think you’ve indirectly changed the subsequent plot? Won’t you be electrocuted then?!”

Bei Qiuqiu was left speechless.

Sitting on the sofa, Yu Qingling thought about the man’s words. She stood up, walked over to Feng Yuanhua, and roughly pinched his philtrum (acupressure point) to wake him up.

Feng Yuanhua had been pampered since birth and had never suffered an injury or hardship. Having been mistreated multiple times today, his spirit was completely withered.

Yu Qingling rested a hand on his shoulder and looked down at him, getting straight to the point: “After today, will you seek revenge against Bei Qiuqiu and me?”

Feng Yuanhua initially had a fierce glint in his eyes, but as the pressure on his shoulder increased, his nose and tears began to run together. “No! I definitely won’t seek revenge!”

Yu Qingling: “How am I supposed to believe you?”

Feng Yuanhua: “I swear, if I break my oath, let lightning strike me down.”

As an ancient person, Yu Qingling ironically didn’t believe in oaths.

“If you dare to cause even a bit of trouble for Bei Qiuqiu, you’ll have to be on guard against me for the rest of your life. This kind of pain will probably visit you from time to time.”

The pain was too intense. Feng Yuanhua was terrified of death and pain; he dared not have any other thoughts. He nodded like a chicken pecking at grain, promising through tears: “I will never look for trouble with you again. From now on, the two of us are strangers who will never cross paths.”

Liuliu: “…”

Bei Qiuqiu smiled: “This way, the subsequent plot won’t be changed, right?”