The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 175

Chapter 175: I’ll Support You By Handing Out Flyers Part 20

As if sensing a gaze from the shadows, Fu Guanyue looked towards the bar, a puzzled expression in her eyes.

Tao Ning, noticing her confusion, followed her gaze: “What’s wrong?”

There was no one at the bar’s entrance, the doorman parking a car, and Fu Guanyue, with her sharp hearing, could only faintly hear the music from inside.

Fu Guanyue looked away, shaking her head, and took Tao Ning’s hand, leading her towards the car: “It’s getting late, let’s go home.”

As the black car left, a figure emerged from the shadows, watching them leave, then turned and walked back inside.

In the private room, Song Yanshu, slightly tipsy, looked around for Tao Ning, not seeing her in her usual spot, but wasn’t worried, assuming she was in the restroom.

But seeing that Gu Lin was also gone, she sobered up instantly, panic rising.

Oh no, did she corner Tao Ning again?

She hurried out to find them, bumping into Qiu Xiangsi, who was returning from the restroom, wiping her hands: “Xiao Song Zong, where are you going? You promised to stay, and you’re leaving already?”

Song Yanshu’s older sister was known as Song Zong (CEO Song), and Song Yanshu, the carefree second daughter, was jokingly called Xiao Song Zong, holding a nominal position in the family company.

Unable to leave, Song Yanshu craned her neck, looking past Qiu Xiangsi, thinking she had just seen Gu Lin walk by, the side profile looked familiar, but she wasn’t sure.

Song Yanshu: “I’m looking for Tao Ning, have you seen her?”

Qiu Xiangsi nodded: “Yes, she left.”

Song Yanshu’s anxiety immediately subsided: “Left? Without saying goodbye? Did she leave alone?”

Qiu Xiangsi pointed at the door: “I just saw her leave, she said her girlfriend came to pick her up, I thought, after all these years, she finally has a girlfriend, it’s not easy, and my birthday can be celebrated anytime, I didn’t want to ruin their date, so I let her go.”

Song Yanshu: “…”

She was speechless.

Tao Ning’s image as an eternal single was so ingrained that even the oblivious Qiu Xiangsi had become considerate, normally, she would have invited Tao Ning’s date to join them.

The next day, Tao Ning received an angry phone call from Song Yanshu, who was still hungover, her words rambling.

Tao Ning listened patiently while eating lunch, and eventually, Song Yanshu changed the subject, mentioning a tentative plan for her confession.

She refused to reveal the details, but as an apology for leaving early, Tao Ning had to go to Qinghui Mountain Resort, and if Miss Fu was free, she was also invited.

Tao Ning was puzzled: “Why Qinghui Mountain Resort?”

Song Yanshu said matter-of-factly, “Hot springs! Summer hot springs are also great, it’s decided then.”

The call ended, the screen lighting up, and Tao Ning and Fu Guanyue looked at each other.

Fu Guanyue tucked her hair behind her ear, her tone uncertain: “I… I should be free, I think?”

The day of their trip was sunny and clear. To ensure everyone could go together, Song Yanshu rented a bus, picking everyone up.

It was also today that Tao Ning finally met Song Yanshu’s junior.

A tall, glamorous woman with wavy, light brown hair, standing beside Song Yanshu, it was almost impossible to tell who was the senior.

Especially when Song Yanshu, carrying a backpack, ran towards her junior, Tao Ning couldn’t bear to watch, closing her eyes.

Song Yanshu, originally the shortest in her family, had become increasingly youthful, looking like a high school student beside her junior.

Seeing her now reminded Tao Ning of their school days, when Song Yanshu, a rebellious teenager, loved wearing black, white, and gray, even wanting to dye her blue and white school uniform black.

Now, her true nature had emerged, embracing bright colors, and her sister, Song Zong, had commented, “Are you experiencing a second childhood?”

The past was best left forgotten, and love made people foolish.

520 wondered who was she to call Song Yanshu love-struck.

A hand touched her eyes, and Tao Ning opened them, seeing Fu Guanyue looking at her with concern: “Why did you close your eyes? Are you feeling unwell?”

Tao Ning, in her peripheral vision, still saw Song Yanshu and her junior, practically radiating pink hearts, blinding anyone nearby.

She touched her eyes, feigning distress: “They were too bright.”

Blinded by Song Yanshu’s love.

Tao Ning, feeling a pang of jealousy, muttered softly, “Perhaps a kiss would help…”

Fu Guanyue, without a word, took out her sunglasses case: “I brought sunglasses, here.”

Tao Ning fell silent, taking the sunglasses and putting them on.

With her pale skin and high nose bridge, she looked like a celebrity in disguise, her exposed lower face suggesting beautiful eyes hidden behind the dark lenses.

Fu Guanyue had also heard her words, and before she could react, Tao Ning had already put on the sunglasses, a pitiful expression on her face.

Fu Guanyue found herself smiling more often recently, her smiles no longer like melting snow, but like a warm, sunlit stream.

“Lower your head,” she said, tugging on Tao Ning’s sleeve, “lower.”

Tao Ning lowered her head: “Is there a leaf on my head?”

The sunglasses were removed, and Fu Guanyue leaned closer, kissing Tao Ning’s eyes, a quick but warm touch.

Tao Ning froze, her eyes sparkling.

The others were chatting in small groups, no one paying attention to them.

Even if they saw, they would just look away, there was nothing they could do.

This was Fu Guanyue’s way of thinking, her icy demeanor keeping people at a distance, everyone assuming she was aloof and reserved.

But actually, she was just someone who followed her heart, not caring about others’ opinions.

Tao Ning touched her eye, then, pushing her luck, said, “This eye is better now, but the other one still feels uncomfortable, what should I do, Physician Fu?”

Fu Guanyue, speechless, pulled Tao Ning’s head down and kissed her other eye as well, finally appeasing the demanding patient.

Not far away, Song Yanshu’s junior suddenly stopped talking and turned around, asking, “What did you see? Why that expression?”

Song Yanshu, trying to forget the scene she had just witnessed: “The car window’s reflection, it hurt my eyes.”

She thought, I didn’t realize Tao Ning was such a lovebird.

Was I also that silly when I first fell in love?

A faint scent of roses approached, and her junior’s face suddenly appeared before her, Song Yanshu’s heart skipping a beat, her face flushing: “Wh-what are you doing?”

Her junior looked at her intently, a soft smile curving her lips: “You said your eyes were uncomfortable, I’m checking them, eye health is important.”

Song Yanshu was instantly smitten, thinking, She’s so beautiful, her smile is so beautiful, she cares about me so much.

In some aspects, she and Tao Ning were very similar.

Everyone gathered, and Song Yanshu, the organizer, called for them to board the bus.

It was quite a distance to the resort, the mountain roads winding and difficult to navigate, driving separately would be troublesome, so Song Yanshu had rented a bus.

On the bus, Tao Ning and Fu Guanyue sat together, the others finding their own seats, many seats still empty.

Tao Ning dozed off, then woke up as the bus left the highway and started climbing the mountain.

It had started raining, a light drizzle blurring the scenery outside.

Surrounded by forests and mountains, the quiet atmosphere suggesting the presence of wild animals, Tao Ning wondered where Song Yanshu had found this place.

Although she didn’t feel any nostalgia, returning to a place from her past life, after so many years, still evoked memories.

Tao Ning rested her chin on her hand: “If only we could fly, above the clouds, we wouldn’t get wet, and we would reach the top quickly.”

Fu Guanyue considered this seriously, then asked, “If we flew high enough, we could indeed avoid the rain, but it would be very cold, and the air thin, they say it’s impossible to fly that high.”

Fu Guanyue could only fly for short periods, at most a few meters, any higher and she would be exhausted.

But she had heard of a deceased senior who could fly with his sword, reaching a height of a hundred meters before his spiritual energy was depleted.

Since his death, no one had been able to fly higher or longer.

Tao Ning thought that in her time, not just flying higher than airplanes, but even moving mountains and filling seas was possible, flying on the wind wasn’t just a fantasy.

She raised her hand, drawing a smiley face on the window: “Those who say it’s impossible haven’t tried it themselves, with enough spiritual energy, even breaking through the void isn’t difficult.”

Her tone was so certain, as if she had done it herself, that it was hard to dismiss it as bragging.

Fu Guanyue, considering this, suddenly had a realization: “You’re right, but breaking through the world barrier is very difficult, no one has ever done it.”

At least not according to recorded history.

Tao Ning agreed: “It is quite difficult.”

Then she added belatedly, “That’s how they do it in dramas.”

Song Yanshu, sitting behind them: “…”

What are you two talking about?

Whether you can breathe while flying as high as an airplane?

One dares to say it, the other dares to believe it.

Song Yanshu finally understood why they got along, they had so much in common, it was both amusing and exasperating.

The front row quieted down.

Fu Guanyue leaned against Tao Ning’s shoulder, lost in thought, the gentle rocking of the bus on the winding mountain road making her drowsy, and she fell asleep.

She rarely dreamt, but she had a dream, a dream of her twelve-year-old self, during summer vacation.

Whenever she had free time, she would go to the library in the old residence, spending the entire day there.

Old Madam Fu, having high hopes for her, encouraged her interest in books.

At a young age, she had already read all the Fu clan’s ancient texts, not just superficially.

It was also that year that Old Madam Fu showed her a copied ancient text, the original kept hidden, rarely seen.

Old Madam Fu said, “This is a copy of the first Fu clan head, Fu Chengbi’s, handwritten notes, come ask me if you have any questions, and when your cultivation is higher, I’ll show you the original.”

Young Fu Guanyue, a red mole between her eyebrows, her eyes clear and bright, asked, “After so many years, is it still intact?”

Old Madam Fu, looking younger than now, her black hair streaked with silver, her eyes wise and knowing: “It’s written with unfading ink on white dragon skin, preserved to this day.”

Fu Guanyue took the copy, listening to her grandmother’s explanation.

Deep within the library were also many jade slips, but some, due to the decline of spiritual energy, had lost their power, becoming ordinary jade pieces.

Now, the only remaining intact artifacts were the Shanhe Brush, passed down through generations, and the ancestral notes written by Fu Chengbi.

Back then, Fu Chengbi was considered an eccentric, not using jade slips or carving on stone walls, but meticulously writing everything down with brush and ink.

Thanks to her efforts, the Fu clan had survived to this day, her notes guiding them, their numbers among cultivators unmatched.

Two things were mentioned in the notes: first, she had witnessed the War of Heavenly Punishment, during which she was expelled from her family for helping someone and exiled to the barren land of Qizhou.

Second, she had met the original inhabitants of Qizhou.

The details of the Heavenly Punishment and the original inhabitants weren’t clear, just vaguely mentioned.

This puzzled every descendant who read it, their curiosity piqued by their ancestor’s cryptic words.

But they couldn’t find any more information about the Heavenly Punishment or the original inhabitants of Qizhou, not even in other ancient texts, no one even knew their names or origins, as if deliberately erased from history.

After countless upheavals and power struggles, no one remembered the events of millennia ago.

Only their ancestor, Fu Chengbi, remembered, no mention of it in other clans’ records.

So some questioned her account, perhaps she had made it up to claim Qizhou, a land rich in spiritual energy, as her own.

Of course, they discussed this politely in public, then the doubter was beaten up, no one admitting responsibility, certainly not the Fu clan.

Years later, a Fu clan head wanted to remove the mention of Qizhou’s original inhabitants from the records, as it made them seem like invaders, but she was visited by Fu Chengbi in her dreams, scolded and ordered not to erase it.

Upon waking up, she immediately went to the ancestral shrine to apologize, kneeling for days before appeasing their ancestor, then she too became like the other ancestors.

Anyone who dared to question the original inhabitants’ existence would be punished, they had a grateful ancestor.

Whether the original inhabitants existed or not, their ancestor would definitely appear in their dreams, scolding them.

This wasn’t a secret in the Fu clan, even five-year-olds knew the story.

Fu Guanyue, growing up, the most talented of her generation, able to form a contract with the Shanhe Brush at birth, was also much bolder than others.

After hearing these stories, she secretly asked the Shanhe Brush while her grandmother was away.

The Shanhe Brush’s reply: Heaven’s will forbids it.

Young Fu Guanyue was puzzled: “Heaven’s will? Why? Can’t you tell me who she was, or can’t you even mention her?”

As if annoyed by the child’s questions, the Shanhe Brush stopped moving, lying on the table.

Its silence a clear message: Don’t ask, it’s annoying.

Young Fu Guanyue, unlike her older self, was a curious and talkative child, always asking “why.”

And she didn’t have to maintain the demeanor of a future clan leader then, lying on the table, poking the Shanhe Brush with her finger.

“Why aren’t you moving?”

“If you can’t hear me, I can ask again, slowly.”

“If you can’t say it, you can write it down, I’ll read it secretly, then burn it, I won’t tell anyone.”

Her voice was clear and bright, like a bird’s, chattering non-stop.

Shanhe Brush: “…” You little brat, you’re trying to shorten my lifespan.

Finally, exasperated, it slipped from her grasp and flew away.

“Don’t go, I haven’t finished asking yet!” Fu Guanyue reached for the escaping brush, but she slipped on a piece of paper and fell.

The sensation of falling woke her up, her breathing slightly ragged, and she opened her eyes, back in the familiar car.

It was just a dream, a dream of her childhood.