Chapter 45: The Schemed School Beauty (Complete) Part 2

Fu Siwan was thoroughly pleased. Before she could even compliment the girl on how mature she was, her beloved’s icy, low voice whispered right in her ear.

“What are you two chatting about with my little sister? Laughing like that?”

She had leaned in close to Fu Siwan’s ear to speak, and with how near the two girls were sitting, Bai Miaomiao heard every word despite the soft tone.

Her expression turned utterly bizarre in an instant. Any hardcore shipper would have known exactly what was running through her mind.

Fu Siwan’s reaction couldn’t have been more different.

She knew perfectly well that Bai Qian had overheard every last bit of her shameless fabrications, judging by that look on her face.

The girl gave a guilty little smile. “Sis, are you done?”

Bai Qian stared at her stone-faced, then casually handed the beef she was holding to one of the nearby onlookers.

“I’m waiting for you in the room.”

With that, the woman turned and walked away.

Bai Miaomiao finally had her chance. “What does my sister do when she’s jealous? Is she calling you to the room so she can vent all that pent-up sourness with her mouth? Have you two made out? Like, French kissing with strings of saliva?”

“…” For the first time, Fu Siwan was utterly stumped by an innocent young girl’s words and didn’t know how to respond.

The girl pushed open the door and closed it behind her, forcing herself to stay calm.

Bai Qian’s face was icy cold. The moment she appeared, Bai Qian let out a soft scoff. “Clingy and loves playing cute? Fu Siwan, I never expected anything else about you to change, but your ability to lie just keeps getting better year after year.”

Fu Siwan didn’t dare meet her eyes. She shuffled over awkwardly, putting on an exaggerated show of remorse.

The woman was just about to mock her when Fu Siwan suddenly grabbed her shoulders and shoved her down onto the bed.

Instead of explaining with words, Fu Siwan demonstrated her “explanation” with enthusiastic action.

Bai Qian was caught off guard and utterly furious. She promptly sank her teeth into the girl’s lip.

The girl let out a pitiful whimper at the sharp pain, but instead of backing off like Bai Qian expected, she grew even more frenzied—like she’d been injected with adrenaline—and thrust her tongue deep into the woman’s sweet mouth.

French kissing. Strings of saliva. Bai Miaomiao’s every suggestion. Fu Siwan tried them all on the woman, over and over.

When the heated kiss finally ended, the mischievous culprit buried her face in Bai Qian’s chest and preemptively whined her accusation. “It’s all your fault, Sis, for refusing to date me. I like you so much I’ve started hallucinating. Today I just had a little episode in front of Miaomiao by accident. What if it gets worse next time?”

Bai Qian: ???

“So, for the sake of my health and sanity, please, Sis—date me.”

Regaining her strength, the woman slapped that annoying head away. “Get lost!”

Bai Qian rose to her feet, smoothed out her disheveled long hair, bent down to pick up the hair tie that had fallen on the carpet, and casually pulled it back into a ponytail. Ignoring Fu Siwan’s watery, pitiful gaze, she coldly pushed the door open and strode out.

The girl on the sofa whipped her head around at the sound, her big eyes sweeping over like radar.

Bai Qian never wore makeup at home, and her usually soft pink lips were now flushed a deep, blood-red that made one’s face heat up just looking at them.

The little onlooker nearly fainted from excitement.

Not two seconds later, the other protagonist of this love story followed her out.

Bai Miaomiao caught sight of the small break in Fu Siwan’s lower lip. Her expression turned puzzled for a moment, but three seconds later, her own wild imaginings lit her face up with even more exaggerated glee.

Fu Siwan headed into the kitchen. Two seconds after that, the ever-perceptive Mo Qingqing excused herself with a smile, leaving the space to the pair in the middle of their lovers’ spat.

The girl sidled up to Bai Qian’s side and tugged at the hem of her clothes like a spoiled child. “Sis, don’t be mad at me anymore. I promise I won’t spout nonsense like that again.”

Bai Qian had taken over Mo Qingqing’s task and was just about to start slicing tomatoes with the knife in hand. She responded to the plea with a cold snort.

She wanted to see just how long this so-called apology would last this time.

From past experience, Bai Qian knew better than anyone that the little rabbit always put on a show of perfect obedience and sincere remorse after messing up—enough to make anyone hesitate to keep scolding her.

But it never lasted. Soon enough, those reddened eyes would well up with aggrieved tears as she wailed about how the woman was ignoring her, somehow turning the victim into the villain.

This time, though, Bai Qian’s expectations fell short. Fu Siwan had no intention of actually apologizing. She barely got the words out before her face crumpled and she burst into pitiful sobs.

“I’m twenty years old already, and Sis still won’t date me. You don’t even hate me—why won’t you date me? Waaah…”

“Everyone thinks we’re dating, but in reality, I don’t even dare hold your hand. If I want to sneak a kiss, I have to worry like I did just now, terrified you’ll get mad at me. I don’t even dare use any force. Waaah… I’m being so careful, and you still don’t understand how much I care.”

Bai Qian: ? I might not belong in this world, but this girl is a total dog!

Emboldened, the girl gripped her clothes even tighter. “And you snapped at me, too. Waaah! I didn’t even do anything wrong—how could you snap at me? Waaah… It hurts so much right here in my heart. Waaah…”

As she wailed, Fu Siwan burrowed straight into Bai Qian’s arms like a human pendant, plastering herself to the woman’s chest and begging in a soft voice, “Sis, waaah… Date me. Please, Sis. I want to date you.”

The little girl squeezed in close, forcing Bai Qian to step away from the counter. She set the knife down first, then shifted the cutting board inward to make sure no one would get accidentally hurt. Only then did she lower her head to look at the person gazing up at her with wide, expectant eyes, just like a little kitten.

After a long moment, she let out a helpless sigh.

“You really like me that much?”

“Only you.”

“You really want to date?”

“Yes!”

Bai Qian leaned in close. For the first time, she took the initiative and gave her a gentle kiss.

“Get into A University’s graduate program, and I’ll say yes.”

Later on.

Fu Siwan clutched her admission letter and finally pinned the woman she’d been coveting for so long beneath her on the bed.

“Sister, I’m here for my reward.”

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“New World transmission complete. Welcome, Guardian, to the New World. Objective: Change the Female Protagonist’s tragic end from dying of an infectious disease.”

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Bai Qian casually lit a slim lady’s cigarette.

Pale wisps of smoke curled upward, half-veiling the woman’s exquisite features in the shadows, making her appear and disappear like a misty flower in a painting, hazy and alluring.

It was nearly ten o’clock now—the hour when the city’s night life truly began to stir.

Her refined, orchid-like poise clashed with the surrounding clamor, and her stunning, otherworldly beauty quickly drew the eyes of most of the people coming and going from the bar.

A few men in a group shoved each other, working up the nerve to approach and hit on her. But before they even got close, a single indifferent glance from her sent them retreating.

The cigarette had burned halfway down.

The person Bai Qian was waiting for finally appeared.

It was a tall woman with long hair, her features strikingly seductive and vibrant, her aura utterly transcendent. Her skin was so fair it gleamed even in the darkness.

She wore a pure white crop top that bared her midriff, paired with cocoa-colored shorts that ended high on her thighs. Her delicate feet, bound in strappy sandals, were so perfectly dainty that anyone would itch to take them in hand and toy with them.

She had clearly come with a specific purpose, a confident smile playing on her lips—dazzling and captivating, like a rose in full, flirtatious bloom.

Bai Qian had her own agenda, too. The moment the woman appeared, her gaze locked straight on her.

Perhaps the look was too intense, because even through the crowd, the other woman sensed it immediately. She turned her face, her eyes seeking Bai Qian out.

Their silent eye contact sparked an ambiguous current between them. Without a word, in that brief, private exchange, they reached the unspoken understanding of adults.

Jian Wanqing’s steps shifted almost imperceptibly. Drawn by the woman’s wordless invitation, she walked right up to her, ignoring everyone else.

Two women of such contrasting temperaments, both breathtakingly beautiful, standing together made for a sight that pleased the eye.

Onlookers stopped in their tracks, gossip in their gazes as they stared at the pair of stunning beauties.

Rivals in love?

Or friends?

Two seconds later, the slightly taller one moved.

She said something to the other woman, then, under everyone’s watchful eyes, casually plucked the slim cigarette right from her lips.

The next instant, she slipped it between her own lips and curved them in an ambiguous, teasing smile.

She didn’t smoke—the faint crease between her brows betrayed it—but she quickly dismissed it with a light laugh. “It really is fragrant. It tastes like you.”

The crowd: ?!!

Bai Qian fanned the flames of her brazen flirtation.

The woman gripped her chin firmly, her expression calm as she leaned in for a fleeting, dragonfly kiss of a greeting.

“Something even more fragrant. Want to try it?”