“How could that possibly be? How could I do something that goes against my conscience (have you ever had one?)?” Liang Sheng rejected the idea outright, completely distancing herself from it.
Even if she really did cheat on someone else or fall for another person and wanted to pursue them, she would never tell this terrifying yandere Hana—unless she had a death wish.
“Then why did Sheng-chan just ask Hana that?” Hana was an incredibly sensitive girl. Her gaze locked firmly onto Liang Sheng’s face.
“Ah, I…” Liang Sheng had no idea how to explain. “I was just asking casually! I-I’m just afraid you might misunderstand me later—like thinking I’m cheating or something. That really wouldn’t end well, right?”
Hana pondered for a moment and found the explanation reasonable. She nodded. “Before confirming anything, Hana won’t do a thing~”
Of course, that only means Hana won’t do anything to Sheng-chan~ With a smile, she swallowed those words.
“Alright~” Hana pressed her palms together. “Sheng-chan looks so exhausted already~ Let’s get to sleep soon~”
“Sounds perfect~” It was exactly what Liang Sheng wanted.
Hana pointed to her cheek. “Sheng-chan~ Give Hana a goodnight French kiss~”
It wasn’t like this was in person—just a video call, after all. Liang Sheng was feeling downright bold now. She leaned toward the camera and planted a big, exaggerated “Mwah~” on it, leaving Hana giggling uncontrollably.
“Goodnight~ Sheng-chan~” Hana licked her lips, clearly still craving more.
“Goodnight, Hana.” Liang Sheng felt too awkward to end the call first and figured she’d wait for Hana to do it.
But five whole minutes passed, and Hana still hadn’t hung up. The two of them simply stared at each other across the video feed.
“H-Hana,” Liang Sheng finally said, her hand hovering near the end-call button on her screen. “Should we hang up?”
“Sure~ Sheng-chan~” Hana propped her head on her hand, gazing at Liang Sheng with utter infatuation.
Liang Sheng: “…”
With that look on your face, that pose, those eyes—how am I supposed to hang up now?!
“I-I’m really going to end it this time!” Liang Sheng emphasized again.
Hana nodded. “Go ahead~ Sheng-chan~”
Why did even those innocent words carry a hint of threat when they came from this little yandere’s mouth? Liang Sheng’s right hand trembled as she hesitated for ages before finally tapping the end-call button.
“Whew~” With today’s yandere crisis finally averted, Liang Sheng collapsed onto her bed and stretched out luxuriously. She resolved to watch her words more carefully from now on. If this little yandere ever caught on, she—and everyone around her—would be “deader than dead.”
“Oh, right!” Liang Sheng suddenly bolted upright in a panic. There was one very important thing she still hadn’t taken care of!
Last time, Sister Ou Lu had invited her to tour the perfume factory, but by some terrible coincidence, Liang Sheng had come down with a cold right then. Su Ze had lucked out, getting some alone time with Ou Lu as a result.
Now that she had some free time, maybe she could ask to visit the perfume factory again? She couldn’t let Su Ze get the upper hand with these girls!
She glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was already nine o’clock.
Was it too late? Ou Lu might already be asleep. Liang Sheng thought it over carefully. Calling now could wake her up, which would be like shooting herself in the foot.
But Ou Lu was such a busy woman. At this hour, she was probably either working or doing her skincare routine. Normal people didn’t go to bed at nine anyway—they usually stayed up until eleven or midnight at least.
With that in mind, Liang Sheng pulled out her phone and dialed Ou Lu’s number.
It rang just twice before the call connected.
“Hello?” Ou Lu’s voice came through.
“Ah, hi!” Liang Sheng greeted her hurriedly. “Sister Ou Lu~ Good evening~”
Her voice instantly shifted into the sweet, syrupy tone of a cute little sister.
Ou Lu glanced at the contact name on her phone. “Oh, Liang Sheng. It’s pretty late—what’s up?”
“I-I didn’t interrupt anything, did I, Sister Ou Lu?” Liang Sheng put on a show of flustered panic that carried clearly over the line.
Ou Lu held the phone in her left hand while spinning a ballpoint pen with her right. “Not at all. I was just doodling on some paper.”
Her desk was covered in sheets of white paper scribbled with perfume ingredient lists—notes Ou Lu had jotted down just moments ago. She decided not to mention it, given how spooked Liang Sheng seemed.
“Um…” On the other end, Liang Sheng fidgeted, tugging at the hem of her clothes. Then she remembered Ou Lu couldn’t see her and felt a bit silly.
“I-I…” Liang Sheng kept up the pure, adorable little-sister voice. “Sister Ou Lu, I was so bummed about missing the tour of your perfume factory last time. So… I was wondering if I could… uh, cough cough!”
By the end, genuine embarrassment crept in. The request felt a tad awkward, like she was imposing.
Would Ou Lu turn her down? Liang Sheng stared anxiously at the “Ou Lu” entry on her screen.
“Sure,” Ou Lu replied without hesitation. “You’re back in school now, right? When are you free? Tomorrow works for me—how about you?”
Tomorrow? Liang Sheng quickly checked her phone calendar. Tomorrow was Tuesday—school day.
“Ah…” Real disappointment dragged out her voice this time. “Sister Ou Lu, I’ve got school tomorrow… Wuu wuu~”
Ou Lu pulled out her laptop and scrolled through her schedule before settling on a date. “Alright, this Saturday I’m free. I’ll take you then.” Her fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk.
“Yes!” Liang Sheng was thrilled—another chance to charm a beautiful big sister!
“It’s settled, then. I’ll come pick you up.” Ou Lu said goodbye and hung up.
The moment the call ended, she fired off a message to her assistant: Push this Saturday’s afternoon meeting to Sunday. We can squeeze it in somehow.
Whew. Ou Lu set her phone down and slumped into her plush, cushy office chair, exhaustion washing over her. Looked like Saturday night was off the table for the beauty salon now.
But… A mysterious smile curved her lips.
There was something about the scent clinging to Liang Sheng that ignited an intense urge in Ou Lu to uncover its secrets. For that fragrance alone, skipping a meeting and a facial was more than worth it.
Oh, right—one more crucial thing!
Ou Lu sat bolt upright, grabbed her phone, found Liang Sheng in her contacts, and dialed.
