When The Harem Novel’s Heroine Meets The Tragic Heroine - Chapter 6

Bei Qiuqiu was the kind of person who, once she set her mind on something, would persevere and find every possible way to achieve her goal, no matter how many difficulties stood in her way.

She tilted her head slightly to look at the person beside her. A gentle breeze brushed past, lifting the stray hairs at Yu Qingling’s temples; a single strand of hair fluttered up and down against her full, doll-like lips.

She was clearly a beauty resembling a transcendent immortal, yet she possessed a fatal allure.

Bei Qiuqiu narrowed her eyes slightly, her voice soaked in sweetness. “Sister, I’m hungry.”

She paused for a moment. “Are you hungry? Shall we go eat now?”

“Mm.”

When they reached the car, Bei Qiuqiu stepped ahead to pull open the passenger door, inviting the other woman in before seating herself in the driver’s seat.

She thought to herself that a cool and aloof person like this handsome sister would certainly not choose to sit next to someone she had only met twice; she would likely have chosen the back seat instead.

Therefore, if she wanted to get what she desired, she had to take the initiative.

“Sister, what would you like to eat? Chinese or Western food?”

Yu Qingling looked sideways, meeting the girl’s lively eyes. She had no idea what “Chinese” or “Western” food meant and wanted to ask if there were also East, South, or North foods. Suddenly, the image of being laughed at by those little brats earlier flashed through her mind.

Thinking that these beautiful hazel eyes might also display such an expression, Yu Qingling swallowed the words at the tip of her tongue. They turned into a calm, “Anything is fine.”

Bei Qiuqiu tilted her head and thought for a moment, her tone cheerful. “I know a hotpot place nearby that tastes wonderful. Sister, shall we go together?”

As soon as Yu Qingling nodded, Bei Qiuqiu’s questions came again. “Sister, can you eat spicy food? If you can’t, we can order a ‘Yuan-Yang’ split pot, okay?”

“Sister, what do you usually like to drink? Milk tea? Cola? Juice? Alcohol? Should we buy some to bring inside in a bit?”

One “sister” after another, one question after another—Yu Qingling felt compelled to take the initiative to change the subject. “Give me my coat.”

She hadn’t forgotten that Bei Qiuqiu’s original purpose for requesting this meeting was to return her coat.

The girl’s voice suddenly jammed. She looked left and right, then suddenly remembered something. She said apologetically, “Sister, I’m so sorry. I forgot to bring the coat out with me.”

Yu Qingling understood. The moment she had entered the car, her gaze had swept over everything inside, and she hadn’t seen her coat.

Bei Qiuqiu’s cheeks flushed red with anxiety, and her eyes grew misty in a way that would make anyone’s heart soften at the sight. “How about… I go back and get it now?”

That sense of fragile “bully-ability” returned. Seeing that she was the one “bullying” the girl this time, Yu Qingling waved her hand quickly. “No need.”

Bei Qiuqiu bit her lip, her large eyes blinking tentatively. “Then, I’ll bring it to you tomorrow?”

Yu Qingling looked straight ahead and gave a faint “Mm.”

Silence finally settled within the narrow space, yet the car showed no sign of starting for a long time.

Filled with doubt, Yu Qingling looked sideways again. The girl beside her was looking at her with eyes curved into crescent moons. Seeing her look over, the girl gave a teasing smile. “Sister, did you forget something?”

Yu Qingling was stunned.

Bei Qiuqiu reminded her: “The seatbelt.”

Yu Qingling remained silent. Where was the seatbelt? Did she need to wear it?

Just as she was about to lean over to find something that looked like a seatbelt, the scent of fruit wafted over again, and several strands of wavy hazel hair fell upon her shoulder.

Bei Qiuqiu leaned over her in a virtual embrace, quickly pulled out the seatbelt, and buckled it. She sat back in the driver’s seat—the entire process took no more than ten seconds, the movements fluid and practiced. Only then did she fasten her own seatbelt.

Yu Qingling sat up straight. “Thank you.”

Even if the other woman was stingy with her words, Bei Qiuqiu still hummed a song happily, stepped on the gas, and drove the car a long distance away.

The scenery outside the window flashed by. This was the first time Yu Qingling had ridden in such a “self-running carriage” since arriving in this world. Her curiosity quickly caused her to overlook the slight discomfort of the close physical contact that had just occurred.

The hotpot restaurant was on the basement level of a shopping mall. After parking, Bei Qiuqiu pulled Yu Qingling into the shop and found a seat tucked away in the back.

The air conditioning in the shop was set very low; as soon as they entered, their arms felt chilled.

The moment Bei Qiuqiu sat down, she couldn’t control herself, her little mouth chattering away. “Sister, the hotpot at this place is the best I’ve ever had. Their ‘Glutinous Rice Blood Cake’ is a masterpiece; you must try it in a bit.”

“Many people like to eat hotpot in the winter, but I think eating hotpot in the summer is actually the most refreshing.”

…

The beautiful sister opposite her didn’t say a word, but she listened politely, waiting for her to finish ordering from the menu.

Bei Qiuqiu shifted the topic. “Sister, when I saw you leave in such a hurry yesterday, did something happen?”

Yu Qingling’s relaxed expression tightened. She knew she was referring to yesterday in the mall when she had quickly hauled Xiao Qingtian away.

Thinking of “Brat Xiao,” Yu Qingling frowned. Though it was fleeting, Bei Qiuqiu detected it keenly.

Bei Qiuqiu began to feel apprehensive, only to hear Yu Qingling ask solemnly: “Do you still remember that man who was following me yesterday?”

Bei Qiuqiu was startled; she hadn’t expected her to bring this up. She nodded.

“The next time you encounter that man, you must stay far away from him.”

Bei Qiuqiu obediently agreed. Seeing how serious the other woman’s expression was, she responded earnestly as well. “Don’t worry, Sister. If I see that person again, I will definitely stay far away.”

Only then did Yu Qingling’s tensed expression relax.

“Sister, why did you specifically tell me that?”

Yu Qingling thought of Xiao Qingtian’s wretched nature, and how the “story script” dictated that he would fall for every woman he saw—and that every one of them would take the bait. She decided to give the innocent girl in front of her a heads-up.

She showed a trace of contempt. “That man looks honest, but in reality, he is fickle and passionate. He loves nothing more than to toy with the feelings of young women.”

Bei Qiuqiu smiled. So that’s how it is.

In the past, no man could ever tempt her. From now on, aside from the great beauty before her, she wouldn’t be interested in anyone else, regardless of gender.

“Don’t worry, Sister. Right here,” she pointed to her own heart.

Yu Qingling’s gaze followed the girl’s movement, resting on her chest.

Today, Bei Qiuqiu was wearing a camisole dress. From this angle, one could even faintly see a bit of “special scenery.”

Yu Qingling was thinking to herself that the little girl didn’t look very old, yet she was developing so well. Then she heard Bei Qiuqiu continue: “…there is already someone there.”

Yu Qingling immediately thought of the man who had slapped the girl before she had knocked him down with one move.

Her heart felt a bit stifled. How could a man who raised his hand against a girl at the slightest provocation be worthy of Bei Qiuqiu’s affection?

Bei Qiuqiu propped her elbows on the edge of the dining table, her body leaning forward slightly, carrying a trace of imperceptible tension. “Sister, did you suffer any harm yesterday?”

Yu Qingling was puzzled, her eyes showing confusion. “No. Why do you ask?”

Bei Qiuqiu’s body relaxed slightly. It seemed that the handsome sister had not suffered an electric shock punishment.

In other words, the plot had changed, yet no one had been punished.

“I was worried that Sister might suffer some private retaliation from my fiancé.”

Yu Qingling’s eyes widened slightly. So he wasn’t just her sweetheart, but also her fiancé. She fell silent.

Bei Qiuqiu smiled, ignoring the clamoring of the System in her mind. “But don’t worry, Sister. I will protect you.”