When The Harem Novel’s Heroine Meets The Tragic Heroine - Chapter 17

A sour feeling inexplicably welled up inside her.

Bei Qiuqiu bit her lip as she stared at her phone; the Yu Qingling on the screen was clearly not at the apartment.

She said, “Sister, good evening.”

Yu Qingling walked a few more steps while holding her phone, the background behind her shifting. She replied with a very polite “Good evening” before sitting down in a lounge area.

Bei Qiuqiu noticed something was slightly off. “Are you still… at work, Sister?”

Yu Qingling nodded.

Bei Qiuqiu sighed. “So hardworking. Then when do you get off work?”

Thinking of Xiao Qingtian, who had just been beaten into a pile of soft mud and was currently wailing on the floor, she said, “It should be soon.”

After a few more hits, he probably wouldn’t be able to get back up.

“Then after you finish work, shall we go grab some supper together?”

The people in this world live such a good life. In Yu Qingling’s former world, being able to guarantee three meals a day was a symbol of wealth and status; for ordinary folk, having one or two meals a day was the norm.

Here, however, there were five meals a day. Besides breakfast, lunch, and dinner, there was also afternoon tea and late-night supper.

“Okay.”

Bei Qiuqiu smiled. “Where do you work? I’ll come find you now.”

After Yu Qingling gave her the name of the martial arts hall, she hung up the video call and returned to the classroom with a brisk, pleasant stride.

Xiao Qingtian had already been helped up and was sitting in a chair, letting out a series of miserable cries.

Xiao Li was holding a bottle of medicinal oil for bruises, intending to apply it to him. Unexpectedly, when she lifted his clothes, there wasn’t a single bruise or purple mark on his body. It looked as if he hadn’t suffered any injury at all, yet the pain throughout his body was undeniably real.

Not only was Xiao Qingtian himself dazed, but Xiao Li was also bewildered—she had seen Xiao Qingtian get brutally beaten with her own eyes.

When Yu Qingling walked in, she happened to see the two of them staring at each other in confusion.

Thinking about the upcoming supper with Bei Qiuqiu, she asked, “Come on, let’s continue the training.”

Xiao Qingtian’s face turned pale. His whole body stiffened, and he wished he could just play dead on the spot. Yu Qingling looked at him with disdain. “Is this all you’ve got?”

Xiao Qingtian’s face turned from white to red. “Qingling, uh, we’ve been doing this strike-resistance training for so long, shouldn’t we switch to something else?”

Yu Qingling was heartless. “This class only consists of strike-resistance training.”

Xiao Qingtian wanted to cry. “Qingling, how about we end today’s lesson here? We…”

Yu Qingling agreed surprisingly quickly. Her cold expression softened, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly. “Fine. Class dismissed.”

She turned and left immediately, completely ignoring the male protagonist behind her, who had only managed to finish half of his sentence.

Xiao Qingtian was very frustrated and asked Xiao Li, “Does Coach Yu have other classes today?”

Xiao Li had already memorized the coaches’ schedules. “No, she’s finished for the day. She’s off the clock.”

“Then why is she leaving in such a hurry?”

Xiao Li replied casually while packing the first-aid kit, “I don’t know.”

Recalling the video call from earlier, Xiao Li began to fill in the blanks. “But Coach Yu probably made up with her boyfriend and is rushing off to a date.”

Xiao Qingtian’s face instantly darkened. What boyfriend?!

Where did a boyfriend come from?!

He ignored the pain in his body and stood up with a limp, stumbling outside to give chase.

Unfortunately, the pain was too intense; he stumbled a few times and fell flat on his back.

Feeling helpless, Xiao Li helped him up and tried to get him to rest for a while before leaving.

Xiao Qingtian was stubborn and insisted on chasing after her. Xiao Li had no choice but to support him as they walked toward the exit of the martial arts hall.

After Yu Qingling changed out of her work clothes, she slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out.

Before she had waited long, a “shorty” car, significantly lower than the vehicles in front and behind it, pulled up right in front of her.

The car door opened peculiarly.

Bei Qiuqiu sprang. Her black tight pants hugged her rounded and slender legs. She was wearing the leather jacket Yu Qingling had seen in the video, with a midriff-baring tight camisole underneath.

The “cool girl” skipped over to Yu Qingling, her face beaming like a flower. “Sister, how long have you been waiting?”

Yu Qingling checked her phone. “Seven minutes.”

Bei Qiuqiu excitedly introduced her beloved car. “Sister, I have a car now! Isn’t it handsome? We can go for drives together whenever we’re not working.”

After staying at Feng Yuanhua’s villa for a whole day and returning home, the Bei family tacitly accepted that she could no longer be Qin Anjue’s wife. To compensate her, Bei Xingzhou had immediately gifted Bei Qiuqiu a property plus a luxury car.

Operating on the logic of “don’t refuse a gift,” Bei Qiuqiu had accepted them readily.

Yu Qingling glanced at the car, which looked like a short-legged creature, and couldn’t understand where the “handsome” part was.

“Sister, hurry and get in! I’ll take you to eat the best crawfish in the city.”

As she spoke, Bei Qiuqiu nudged her into the passenger seat before rounding the car to get into the driver’s seat.

The car doors closed slowly. Bei Qiuqiu started the sports car, which let out a loud roar.

By the time Xiao Qingtian limped out of the martial arts hall like a cripple, he happened to see a flashy, high-profile sports car speeding past him.

Through the car window, he caught a fleeting glimpse of a very familiar profile in the passenger seat—it was exactly the great beauty he longed for but could not obtain.

Xiao Qingtian pushed Xiao Li’s hand away, stumbled onto his motorcycle, and sped off in the direction the sports car had gone.