When The Harem Novel’s Heroine Meets The Tragic Heroine - Chapter 4

Bei Qiuqiu stood in place, watching the tall young man being hauled away like a little chick by the handsome older sister, who was half a head shorter than him, leaving him with no dignity whatsoever. Her willow-leaf brows arched slightly.

As she watched their figures disappear from sight, her fingers gripped her jacket, slowly rubbing the fabric near the collar. Her hazel eyes flickered with a cunning, fox-like glint.

Once, for the sake of her career, she had studied micro-expression psychology. From her initial assumption that the cool sister had a boyfriend to her clear analysis that the woman felt nothing but annoyance toward the young man, her mood shifted from cloudy to bright.

Returning happily to the Bei family mansion, Bei Qiuqiu trotted up to her room and cautiously folded the jacket, placing it beside her pillow.

For the first time, she felt that being transmigrated into a book wasn’t so bad. Although she had to play the role of a weak, love-brained punching bag, which suppressed a stomach full of rage within her—meeting someone she fell for at first sight made it all worth it.

She sat on the bed hugging her knees, her mind filled with the image of Qin Anjue being kicked flying by that handsome sister at the mall. It was truly too cool.

She just didn’t know if that sister was also “into girls.”

At some unknown point, the door was quietly pushed open a crack. A slightly mocking voice drifted in from outside, sharp and mean: “Yo, thinking about Young Master Qin, are we? Hiding in here and smirking all by yourself.”

Bei Qiuqiu blinked, and in the next second, she entered character.

Standing at the door was her stepmother, Liang Meiyue. The original owner of this body had lived under the shadow of this stepmother for ten long years.

Seeing Bei Qiuqiu lower her head without daring to utter a sound, Liang Meiyue let out a snort. Under her overt and covert schemes, this stepdaughter had long ago developed a timid, petty temperament that couldn’t stand up in polite society. She was quite satisfied with the cowardice Bei Qiuqiu was currently displaying.

Liang Meiyue unceremoniously kicked the door open with the tip of her shoe, looking down at Bei Qiuqiu, whose body was tensed on the bed. “I know you like Young Master Qin, but you should look in the mirror and see what you are. With this cowardly and incompetent look of yours, how could you possibly be the matriarch of the Qin family? Hubby, wouldn’t you agree?”

Liang Meiyue walked into the room, revealing Bei Xingzhou behind her.

The man was not tall, possessed a square face, and his nasolabial folds added a touch of majesty and ruthlessness to his appearance. He nodded, not caring in the slightest about his biological daughter’s feelings. “Your mother is right. You are not a match for Young Master Qin.”

At an angle where the two couldn’t see, Bei Qiuqiu pursed her lips slightly. She wouldn’t even look twice at someone like Qin Anjue.

Hearing this, Liang Meiyue curled her lips in satisfaction. “On the other hand, Miaomiao is elegant and dignified, and she has a good reputation outside. She is a perfect match for Young Master Qin. In the future, once she becomes the mistress of the Qin family and gains a say in things, she can properly support her maiden family.”

These words struck a chord with Bei Xingzhou. Without room for negotiation, he made the decision for Bei Qiuqiu: “Give up on Young Master Qin immediately. Be sensible and stop pestering him. Hand over the marriage arrangement; Miaomiao is more suitable than you.”

Liang Meiyue flashed a triumphant smile. “Qiuqiu, I raised you myself. Although you aren’t my biological child, there’s no difference between you and my own. I’ve already arranged a blind date for you. The other party is Feng Yuanhua, the CEO of the Feng Group. The Feng family has both power and money, and since Feng Yuanhua has no heir yet, once you marry over and give birth to a son, you can enjoy a life of leisure.”

According to the data provided by Liuliu, this Feng Yuanhua was a full 15 years older than her and had just lost his third wife. It was rumored that he had a tendency to abuse his wives.

Furthermore, that old man wasn’t even a “real man” in the biological sense. Wanting a son? That would be impossible for him in this lifetime.

Liang Meiyue had certainly calculated this well; she clearly intended to use someone else’s hand to torture and kill her.

A woman’s heart can truly be the most poisonous.

What was even more despairing was that the biological father, whom the original owner had always cherished, was also this selfish and heartless.

Bei Qiuqiu couldn’t help but sigh. As expected of an angsty novel that made millions of readers cry; everyone was out to torment her and make her life miserable. It was angst to the extreme.

She looked up with tearful eyes full of panic, staggering a few steps off the bed to grab Bei Xingzhou’s sleeve, reciting the lines provided by Liuliu: “Dad, I don’t want to marry Feng Yuanhua! He has no reproductive function at all, so how could he have a son? And he’s a pervert who abuses his wives every day—all his previous wives were tortured to death by him!”

Bei Xingzhou flung Bei Qiuqiu’s hand away, scolding her with a darkened face: “What nonsense are you talking about? You actually believe the rumors people spread! President Feng is very normal; you don’t need to worry about those things.”

Bei Qiuqiu sneered in her heart. She didn’t believe for a second that Bei Xingzhou didn’t know these were facts.

If the original owner had heard these words, she probably would have fallen into utter despair.

To sell one’s daughter for glory to the point of disregarding her life—this man had likely lost his humanity.

She struggled to climb up from the floor, tears rolling down one by one again. “Dad, the marriage with the Qin family was set by my mother before she died. This is the gift she left for me; you can’t take it away! I won’t give it to Bei Miaomiao! The Qins know about me too; they won’t agree to a swap.”

Liang Meiyue gave a fake smile. “You don’t need to worry about that. I just met with Mrs. Qin, and she is very satisfied with Miaomiao. She even said that if the one marrying in is Miaomiao, the Qin family will hand over the Gongcheng project to our Bei family. You are a member of the Bei family; you should do your part for the sake of the family.”

Bei Qiuqiu felt exhausted, but under the threat of electric shocks, she had to keep acting.

She sat paralyzed on the floor, murmuring: “No, I don’t agree. I won’t give it up. The Qin family owes a favor to my mother, not to Auntie Liang. Why should it be given to Bei Miaomiao? If it weren’t for Bei Miaomiao’s existence, Mother wouldn’t have passed away so early from heartbreak.”

These words reminded Liang Meiyue of her past as a mistress who got pregnant before marriage, and a distorted expression appeared on her face.

She stepped forward and leaned close to Bei Qiuqiu, gritting her teeth as she lowered her voice: “Qiuqiu, you better think carefully. Your mother left you more than just a marriage arrangement.”

After those words, Liang Meiyue left in a rage.

Bei Xingzhou looked at her with condemnation. “What ‘Auntie Liang’? She is your stepmother, she is your mother! She has raised you for so many years and you still don’t know how to address her properly. How did I give birth to such an ungrateful wolf like you?”

Bei Qiuqiu climbed up from the floor and locked the door, feeling a wave of irritation.

Although she wasn’t the original owner and couldn’t feel the heartbreaking pain of being abandoned and trampled by loved ones while the plot was unfolding, being in a state where she couldn’t resist and could only let others bully her was truly infuriating.

The desire to explode, to torment these scumbags, and to retaliate even more severely grew stronger and stronger.

But she couldn’t change the plot arbitrarily. Thinking about the later plot point involving “running away with a baby,” Bei Qiuqiu felt a resolute defiance—she would rather die than accept that.

Especially now that she had met someone she liked at first sight, she found Qin Anjue even more eyesore.

She had to find a way to escape this predicament.

Bei Qiuqiu quickly thought back to the deviation from the original plot at the mall.

What was the starting point of the plot change?

She had a very good memory, especially for such an unforgettable moment.

After slapping her, Qin Anjue didn’t turn around and leave immediately according to the original script but stood there instead, which provided the opportunity for the handsome sister to kick him away later.

The plot was changed—was Qin Anjue electrocuted?

Bei Qiuqiu thought for a moment, then grabbed her bag and headed out.

Whether or not Qin Anjue received an electric shock punishment was crucial; she had to find out.

Liang Meiyue was afraid she would go looking for Qin Anjue again, so the family driver had already been instructed to refuse to take her away from the Bei mansion.

By the time Bei Qiuqiu found the hospital where Qin Anjue was located, it was already evening.

When she arrived, Qin Anjue had just woken up from his coma. Bei Qiuqiu instantly burst into tears, looking heartbroken. “Young Master Qin, are you alright? Being electrocuted must have hurt so much.”

Qin Anjue’s mind was dazed for a moment, then his face darkened. “What electric shock? Since when was I electrocuted?”

Bei Qiuqiu let out an “Ah,” a flash of regret crossing her eyes—he actually hadn’t been electrocuted.

Suddenly, a thought struck her, and her heart tightened. She turned to leave while pulling out her phone, opening WeChat and tapping on the avatar of her newly added friend.