Gold Medal Mediator [Quick Transmigration] 52p1

Chapter 52: Sugar Mommy, Kisses (X) p1

Hearing Hua Baihe’s words, Wen Congshu was completely stunned.

Joy uncontrollably flickered in her eyes. Knowing the true nature of the person before her, she couldn’t help but step forward and embrace her. The warmth of their intertwined necks dispelled the last trace of hesitation in Hua Baihe’s heart.

Though it was just a simple “Let’s get married,” it sent a shock through Wen Congshu’s heart.

She held Hua Baihe for a long time, her breath, sometimes hot, sometimes cold, gently brushing against Hua Baihe’s neck. Although it tickled unbearably, Hua Baihe didn’t shy away, but narrowed her eyes.

Neither of them knew that at that moment, a golden light flew from the distant heavens and silently landed in this world.

Wen Congshu had been brewing it for a long time. She slowly revealed the words buried in her heart:

“Actually… I—”

The phone rang cheerfully in the room:

“If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands! Clap clap! If you’re happy and you know it, stomp your—”

Wen Congshu: “…”

Great, all the atmosphere was gone.

Hua Baihe was released. Seeing her face turn pale and then dark, she had not intended to answer the phone, but now she had no choice but to change the subject. She picked up her phone and saw that it was a call from Miao Keqi.

This was strange.

Hua Baihe was puzzled. Miao Keqi had clearly signed a contract with her, but ever since he started to have contact with Wen Congshu, he had put on an attitude of being detached from worldly desires and treating money as dirt. Now that he had become an artist under Wen Pictures, why did he suddenly think of her?

Such thoughts flashed through her mind. She answered the phone with a light, airy smile:

“What’s the special occasion today, that the great star Miao would think of giving me a call?”

Hearing this, Wen Congshu’s brows furrowed.

In such a short time, Miao Keqi hadn’t contacted her, so why had he gone over her head and dared to contact her person again?

While she was still pondering, she heard Hua Baihe’s voice continue.

“Invite me to a show? Hmm? Bring CEO Wen along?… I’ll ask her.”

Hua Baihe was a little confused by Miao Keqi’s invitation, especially since he had specifically emphasized that she could bring Wen Congshu along—it was as if he already knew about their relationship.

But she quickly felt relieved. As Wen Congshu had said, their relationship was already known to the entire internet.

Wen Congshu held out her hand to her, indicating for Hua Baihe to pass her the phone.

Hua Baihe didn’t suspect anything and handed her the phone. She watched her go outside to answer the call, not curious about the content of her conversation with Miao Keqi. Instead, she lay comfortably on the bed, crossed her legs, and said to the still-cursing System:

“Take a break. How about I pour you a glass of water—oh, I forgot, you can’t drink.”

System: “…”

Hua Baihe was really afraid that it would be so angry with her that it would just crash. In order to get through this world peacefully, she reluctantly took a step back:

“System, my dear, let’s talk. What kind of host do you want next?”

The System said with a deadpan expression, “As long as it’s not someone like you—besides, what does it have to do with you what kind of host I’m looking for?”

Hua Baihe persuaded it in a good-natured tone, “Hey, I’ve been your master for so long. It’s only right to care about my subordinate’s future.”

The System was silent for three seconds, and then asked this woman who had placed herself on a pedestal, “Master?”

Hua Baihe said shamelessly, “Yes, host (zhǔ sù), host. I’m not very literate. I only recognize the meaning of the second character.” (The character ‘zhǔ’ means master, and ‘sù’ means to stay overnight. She’s twisting the meaning of host.)

The System unceremoniously educated her:

“Then doesn’t the first character also mean to stay overnight and sleep?”

Hua Baihe sucked in a sharp breath.

The System had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, it heard her ask, “So, after all this, you’re not reluctant to part with me, but you want to sleep with me?”

System: “…”

System: “!!!”

The System shouted angrily, “I don’t!”

As if to stop Hua Baihe’s dirty talk, the System increased its volume and shouted in her head, “I’m just an underage system! You can think of me as an AI, a robot, anything! I can’t have desires for you humans!”

Hua Baihe let out an “Oh,” and replied as if possessed,

“But I’ve never seen such an advanced robot. How would I know if you would…”

The System was silent for a moment before saying, “You’re right.”

Hua Baihe: “Eek!”

System: “I do have one desire for you right now—do you want to know how I’m going to perish together with your brain?”

Hua Baihe: “…”

Hua Baihe replied dryly, “…You only live once, System. Think things through. My brain probably doesn’t taste good. It might not have that machine oil flavor you guys like.”

Perhaps she was taken aback by the vivid picture the System painted, Hua Baihe quieted down. The System now had only one thought:

Get Hua Baihe to max out Wen Congshu’s favorability as quickly as possible, complete the mission, and send her back to her original world. And never, ever encounter her again!

Having teased the System for a bit, Hua Baihe was in a great mood. Seeing that Wen Congshu and Miao Keqi’s phone call wouldn’t end anytime soon, she rolled over, picked up a pen and paper, and began to list wedding preparations:

Get the marriage license, buy wedding rings, order a custom wedding dress, book a banquet, look at wedding houses, go on a honeymoon…

She hummed “We common folk, are so very happy today” while hunched over the desk listing wedding matters. With each item she wrote, she would search for it on her old, less-beautified phone.

She had never thought of marrying anyone before.

Not counting the matter of placating Yin Xiao in the last world; she had a premonition then, knowing that as long as she gave Yun Yeman a little hope, the end of the emotional progress bar would definitely arrive before the wedding.

But this world was different. She hoped Wen Congshu wouldn’t be satisfied so easily, that at the very least, they would wait until they walked down the red aisle…

This might be the only time in her life she would wear a wedding dress.

“Where do I go to get a marriage license? What documents do I need to bring?”

“Where is the most suitable venue for a wedding banquet in City A?”

“The customs of Chinese and Western weddings”

…

Before long, Hua Baihe’s phone search engine page was filled with wedding-related history. She planned with focus and seriousness, losing track of time. When she took a break, she realized that Wen Congshu’s phone call had been going on for way too long.

With that thought, she turned to look at the door, only to find a figure already standing behind her, having been watching her quietly from above for who knows how long.

Hua Baihe was startled. “Whoa!”

She patted her chest. Wen Congshu took the opportunity to lean down, her soft lips landing on her forehead, her voice filled with a brimming smile.

“I saw you were writing so seriously, so I didn’t want to disturb you. Did I scare you?”

This gentle appearance was a rare sight on Wen Congshu. It was as if a grown hedgehog wanted to get close to someone but was afraid its spines would prick the other. It didn’t dare to approach cautiously, nor did it know how to keep the person.

In the end, it had no choice but to expose its soft belly to the other as much as possible.

The warmth that touched her almost made Hua Baihe forget what she was going to say.

She held her breath, looked up at Wen Congshu’s face, and her peripheral vision also caught the emotional progress bar above her head—

But this glance almost scared her to death on the spot.

The progress bar had already shot up to 92!

Just 8 more points, and Hua Baihe would be sent away!

She almost couldn’t catch her breath. A look of grief and indignation appeared on her face. She raised her hand to poke the person’s shoulder in front of her.

“Are… are you still okay?”

Wen Congshu: “…?”

She was first taken aback, then narrowed her eyes. The gentle look from just now disappeared, replaced by her usual icy exterior. A hint of a threat emerged from her dark eyes.

“Whether I’m okay or not, shouldn’t you know by now, hmm?”

Hua Baihe stared blankly at the progress bar above her head, thinking that she had been very clear before, but now she really wasn’t so sure.

She affectionately took Wen Congshu’s hand, which was resting on the back of the chair, brought it to her lips, and kissed the back of it. Her eyes were still raised, looking up from below as she asked sincerely:

“Promise me, don’t surrender to me so quickly, okay?”

She still had so many good qualities she hadn’t shown yet.

“Like your childishness? You’re so old and still like to watch Pokémon, and you like to recite the lines of the villains in it whenever you have nothing to do?” the System interjected just then.

Hua Baihe, not afraid to make things worse, retorted to the System:

“Yeah, because I have a partner to dote on me, and you don’t.”

Because she was looking up from below, the upward curve of her brows was like a budding willow branch by a lake on a spring outing, exceptionally gentle and charming. The light flowing in her eyes was like the lake water, dotted with sparkling affection.

Such an expression, coupled with those provocative words, successfully made Wen Congshu’s heart skip a beat.

She chuckled and raised a hand to hook the tip of her nose.

“Which mountain did you escape from, you little demoness?”

Hua Baihe took the opportunity to guide her hand down her back.

“This humble girl’s home is in the Green Hill Country. After coming of age, my parents sent me to the mortal world to absorb the essence of mortal men and cultivate into a true form before I could return. Who would have thought that there would be such a beauty in this world who has enchanted me? Touch it, when will this fox tail of mine be properly hidden?”

Wen Congshu was set on fire by her seduction. Remembering the set of little animal costumes and toys in her box, she missed her target but followed up with her own nonsense:

“I don’t think you need to hide it. How about I help you cultivate a few more?”

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On the other end.

Miao Keqi, using the excuse of going to a show with Hua Baihe, subtly hinted to Wen Congshu about Wen Sizhu’s plans. As expected, she was very calm but still reminded him with her words:

Don’t think that just because you have Wen Sizhu’s backing you can act with impunity. The distance you should keep from Ning Wanwan should not be shortened by even half a bit.

What could Miao Keqi do but pinch his nose and accept it?

Who asked her to be the true gold sponsor who had arranged for him to enter Wen Pictures?

In this way, rather than being a bestie tea party with Ning Wanwan, it was more like he was a workhorse on the side, arranging all the travel services for this couple, while also having to be careful not to shine too brightly.

—Even if Wen Congshu allowed him, this high-wattage light bulb, to be online, he had better unplug the power cord himself.

Miao Keqi’s emotional intelligence had always been on point. After being reminded a few times, he instantly found his position.

The show he had booked was in a fashionable European country. At the same time, a more famous fashion week was being held in the capital of that country.

However, the thought only flashed through his mind, and he firmly decided to go to the less famous show. Although Wen Congshu and Ning Wanwan’s relationship seemed to be becoming public, he thought it was better to be low-key.

The next day, while Wen Congshu was at work, she received an invitation from Miao Keqi, delivered by Hua Baihe.

Wen Congshu stared at the location on the invitation, frowned, and happened to have her assistant next to her. She asked casually:

“Mickey Fashion Week is about to start, right?”

Zhou Xiaochen nodded, thinking she intended to attend, and immediately replied, “Yes, CEO Wen. We should be receiving the invitation soon. Are you planning to go this year?”

Wen Congshu didn’t say much, just replied briefly, “No.”

She stared at the invitation in her hand for a long time, then casually placed the card on her desk and instructed her assistant:

“I’m going to Europe in three days. Bring me anything that needs my attention in the next two days.”

“Yes, CEO Wen.”

Zhou Xiaochen thought for a moment and took the initiative to say, “How long will you be gone? Do I need to contact the security company from before?”

Wen Congshu pondered for a few seconds and only answered the second half of the question, “No need. I’m going out to have fun with Wanwan for a few days.”

Zhou Xiaochen nodded and left her office.

Thus, after everything was arranged, Miao Keqi, Ning Wanwan, and Wen Congshu boarded a plane from City A to Country I three days later.

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