The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 172

Chapter 172: I’ll Support You By Handing Out Flyers Part 17

The car drove smoothly onto the road. Fu Guanyue, sitting in the passenger seat, worried about Tao Ning’s mood, considered offering to drive.

But Tao Ning didn’t seem upset, she even smiled: “Don’t worry, they can’t affect my mood.”

Fu Guanyue, initially doubtful, then convinced, was lost in thought, not even noticing where they were going.

The car went onto the overpass, the traffic thinning, then down again, merging with the other cars, waiting at a red light.

Tao Ning, her hands on the steering wheel, her eyes on the road ahead, said, “I wanted to invite you to dinner, but I’m not dressed appropriately.”

She turned to Fu Guanyue: “How about coming to my place first? I’ll change, then we can go out to eat.”

Fu Guanyue: “Okay.”

A home was a private space, a way to understand someone’s habits, and Fu Guanyue, for the first time, felt such intense curiosity about another person, surprised by her own quick agreement.

Fortunately, Tao Ning didn’t stare at her, or she would have been embarrassed again.

The light turned green, and Tao Ning drove towards her apartment.

Arriving at Tao Ning’s building, Fu Guanyue felt like she had forgotten something.

Meanwhile, at Yueli Hotel, Fu Xi and Fu Luo were searching for their Eldest Sister.

Fu Xi: “Did you find her?”

Fu Luo shook her head: “No, she just said she was going out for some air, how did she disappear?”

Unable to find her, Fu Xi resorted to calling her.

But Fu Guanyue didn’t answer, her phone dead, no response.

Fu Xi hung up, her face impassive: “Fu Luo, draw a communication talisman, I can’t find her.”

Fu Luo scratched her head: “I can, but I didn’t bring anything, and I don’t have Eldest Sister’s ability to draw talismans with spiritual energy.”

Only Fu Guanyue could use the Shanhe Brush so freely, not even Old Madam Fu, it consumed too much spiritual energy, after all, it was a powerful artifact passed down for generations.

So, they usually carried pre-drawn talismans when going out.

Drawing on the spot depended on whether they had enough time, and their lives.

Fu Luo suggested, “How about going back to Hengshan Villa to get a communication talisman? Eldest Sister is a grown woman, she won’t get lost, and anyone who tries to harm her will regret it.”

That made sense, it would be faster to retrieve a pre-drawn talisman.

While searching, they overheard a conversation.

Mr. Wu, surprised: “Eh? You two are still here? Master Fu has already left.”

Fu Xi, puzzled: “Left?”

Fu Luo instinctively said, “Impossible.”

Mrs. Wu pointed outside: “Didn’t you know? Something happened just now, Tao’s eldest daughter left first, and I saw Master Fu in the car with her.”

Mr. Wu, nudged by his wife, also remembered: “Yes, yes, I saw her too, in a light green dress.”

Fu Xi and Fu Luo: “…” She actually left?

What if Eldest Sister was kidnapped?

Urgent! Help!

Upstairs, the elevator doors opened.

Tao Ning turned on the lights, revealing a clean and tidy living room, having called for a cleaning service before leaving, preparing for her unexpected guest.

“Have a seat, I’ll get you some water,” she said, retrieving a new pair of slippers from the closet.

Fu Guanyue changed her shoes and entered the apartment, filled with Tao Ning’s scent, sitting down on the sofa.

A few books, their covers and pages pristine, lay on the minimalist coffee table, clearly more for decoration than reading.

Before Fu Guanyue could read the titles, Tao Ning approached and took the books, a yellow paper visible between the pages of one of them.

Fu Guanyue didn’t look closely, her gaze fixed on Tao Ning.

Tao Ning held the books: “These are just taking up space, I’ll put them back in the study, just decorations, I haven’t read them.”

She walked towards the study and entered.

The ghost trapped inside was long gone, but the Soul Seizing Talisman remained, the lingering resentment also fading.

She didn’t know if anyone in this world still recognized a Soul Seizing Talisman, probably not, after thousands of years.

Tao Ning closed the book and placed it on the bookshelf.

Fu Guanyue, looking out the window at the city view, heard footsteps and turned around.

Tao Ning approached, holding a glass of warm water: “Sorry, there’s nothing else, please have some water, I’ll take you out for dinner later.”

“Water is fine,” Fu Guanyue said, reaching for the glass.

Their hands touched, then both instinctively released their grip, and the glass, falling onto the carpet, rolled a few times before stopping in a corner.

The water splashed onto Tao Ning’s dress, the damp fabric clinging to her waist, outlining her curves.

Tao Ning froze.

Fu Guanyue quickly grabbed some tissues and covered the wet spot: “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t hold it steady, did it burn you?”

“Your dress is wet…” Flustered, she pressed more tissues onto the damp spot, and soon, a pile of crumpled tissues lay at her feet, like a small snowdrift.

Tao Ning looked down at the fluffy head before her, placing a hand on Fu Guanyue’s to stop her frantic movements, her voice low: “It’s not hot, I’m fine.”

“…”

The room fell silent, Fu Guanyue’s hand still on Tao Ning’s waist, warm and soft.

She couldn’t tell if the warmth was hers or Tao Ning’s, her hand instinctively tightening its grip, and Tao Ning, instead of pulling away, pressed Fu Guanyue’s hand closer, holding it there.

Fu Guanyue slowly looked up, her gaze meeting Tao Ning’s deep, dark eyes, filled with complex emotions.

Their eyes locked, and it was unclear who initiated the kiss, a light, fleeting touch at first, then a spark igniting, a flame spreading uncontrollably.

Fu Guanyue found herself sinking into the soft sofa, her arms around Tao Ning’s neck.

Their lips pressed together, their embrace intimate, the air between them heating up.

Tao Ning knelt on the sofa, her knees sinking into the cushions, her pale skin visible beneath her skirt, one hand on the back of the sofa, the other cupping the back of Fu Guanyue’s head.

Her touch, gentle yet firm, her fingers threading through Fu Guanyue’s hair, was almost overwhelming, making her forget how to breathe, her body melting against Tao Ning’s, her arms slipping from around her neck.

Her hands, finding nowhere to rest, instinctively moved downwards, tracing the curve of Tao Ning’s waist beneath her skirt.

Fu Guanyue, who had been worried about ruining her dress, had forgotten all about it, the fabric now crumpled in Tao Ning’s grasp.

Tao Ning’s lips moved against hers, then, reluctantly parting, she kissed her slightly swollen lips, her chin, her earlobe, then lower, lingering on her neck.

Fu Guanyue’s eyes fluttered closed, her head tilted back, her fingers threading through Tao Ning’s long hair.

The bright lights illuminated their figures, reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows, and after a while, they moved from the sofa, leaving behind a trail of discarded clothing.

Buttons undone, the zipper of the dress pulled down, falling to the floor, their passion unrestrained.

Tao Ning removed the jade hairpin from Fu Guanyue’s hair, her long hair cascading down her back, the usually cool and composed, jade-like figure now flushed with desire.

Fu Guanyue, gazing at her with adoration, wasn’t satisfied with just looking, only sighing contentedly when their bodies finally met.

If she were still conscious, she would have noticed that the Shanhe Brush, which she never removed unless she did it herself, was now easily taken by Tao Ning.

But she didn’t want to be conscious, willingly surrendering to the moment.

Some things didn’t need to be taught, some intoxications didn’t require alcohol.

As their passion subsided, the newly changed sheets had to be washed again, the dress torn, and Tao Ning, barefoot, stepped onto the floor.

Fu Guanyue, who hadn’t actually been asleep, opened her eyes, her voice hoarse: “Where are you going?”

The bedside lamp clicked on, and she blinked away the tears.

Tao Ning’s back was turned, her long hair cascading down one side, her figure slender, disappearing into the shadows, and Fu Guanyue didn’t need to touch her to know how it would feel to embrace her.

Tao Ning turned around, bending down to kiss the cinnabar mole between Fu Guanyue’s eyebrows: “Taking a shower, want to join me?”

Fu Guanyue nodded without hesitation: “Yes.”

She tried to sit up, but her muscles, stiff from holding the same position for too long, protested, and she almost fell back.

Tao Ning: “What’s wrong? Do you need me to carry you?”

Fu Guanyue, always independent and competitive, her stubbornness kicking in, said hoarsely, “No, I can do it myself.”

Afraid Tao Ning would misunderstand, she repeated, “I’m fine, I can walk.”

Don’t offer to help me, please, just go.

Tao Ning could only retract her hand: “Okay, then I’ll go fill the tub.”

With that, she left for the bathroom.

Fu Guanyue was curious, putting aside everything else, they had both exerted themselves, why was Tao Ning still so energetic?

But the pleasure had faded, and she got out of bed, walking towards the bathroom.

The door was ajar, and she pushed it open, a fragrant mist enveloping her, blurring her vision, then she blinked, her eyes adjusting.

A slender figure stood in the shower, and the bathtub was filling with water, almost full.

Not only was the bathroom door open, but the shower door was also open, an invitation.

Fu Guanyue suddenly felt energized, walking towards Tao Ning to reprimand her for this bad habit, then, naturally, ending up in the bathtub, leaning against Tao Ning, drowsy and content.

She didn’t know how she got back to bed, but when she woke up the next morning, she was under the warm covers, a persistent tapping sound in her ear.

Finally awakened by the noise, Fu Guanyue opened her eyes.

The space beside her was empty and cold, Tao Ning must have left a while ago, and she could hear faint sounds from the living room, footsteps that sounded like Tao Ning’s.

The tapping continued.

Fu Guanyue, rarely sleeping in but now awakened by the noise, got out of bed and walked towards the window.

“What bird is that, so noisy early in the morning…” She opened the curtains, sunlight streaming into the room, but there were no birds in sight.

The tapping, now more insistent, continued.

Fu Guanyue looked towards the window and finally saw a paper crane, folded from a communication talisman, and she was puzzled.

Who would be looking for her so early in the morning?

She seemed to have said something yesterday when leaving the hotel…

Wait, she had told Fu Xi and Fu Luo she would be back soon, and she had forgotten to inform them of her change of plans.

Remembering her abandoned assistants, Fu Guanyue: “…”

Unable to enter Tao Ning’s apartment, the paper crane could only land on the windowsill, tapping persistently to get Fu Guanyue’s attention.

Fu Guanyue glanced at the closed bedroom door, opened the window, and let the crane in.

Assuming it was from Fu Luo, she let it land on her shoulder, then touched its head, but it was Old Madam Fu’s voice that echoed from within.

—”Qing Que, I sensed a Golden Core cultivator in Yuzhou a few days ago, but we couldn’t find them, if you encounter this senior, please inform us.”

Then the crane turned to ashes.

“A Golden Core cultivator?” Fu Guanyue was initially confused, then surprised.

She hadn’t sensed any Golden Core cultivators in Yuzhou, but if they couldn’t be found after searching for days, it probably meant the senior didn’t want to be disturbed.

If they didn’t want to be found, then searching was futile, and the Fu clan understood this, only asking her to inform them if she encountered this senior, not to actively search.

Since her grandmother had asked, Fu Guanyue agreed, turning to find the Shanhe Brush and reply, whether she could meet this senior depended on fate.

Not all cultivators enjoyed being worshipped and revered, perhaps this was a recluse, focused on their cultivation, detached from worldly matters.

This detached cultivator had ordered takeout for breakfast, arranging the food neatly on the table after unpacking it.

Then, finding it not aesthetically pleasing, she went to the kitchen, retrieved clean plates, and rearranged the food, much better now, a homely and warm touch.

As for washing the dishes, the dishwasher would handle that.

Tao Ning could cook, but she couldn’t make a meal out of nothing, and creating a three-course meal with just hot water and an empty kitchen was too much to ask.

Most of her pots and pans were still unused, her seasonings limited to instant noodle packets, the kitchen practically empty.

After finishing, she went to wake Fu Guanyue for breakfast.

She didn’t know if the tapping paper bird had woken her, it hadn’t disturbed Fu Guanyue, but it had woken Tao Ning.

The little crane, under Tao Ning’s pressure, waited patiently on the windowsill, otherwise, it could have easily entered through the kitchen vent.

But Tao Ning wouldn’t allow it, no one could enter without her permission.

Fu Guanyue’s guess had been partially correct, Tao Ning didn’t like being worshipped and revered, especially in this world.

It brought back unpleasant memories.