Chapter 112: Don’t want

No—that wasn’t quite right.
There had been a kiss just now, except it landed on Duan Fan’s own finger.

The increase in the Green Hat Value just now meant that Fu Jinyin had seen it.

After experiencing two worlds, Liu Qiu had more or less figured some things out—the Green Hat Value never increased without a reason.

Fu Jinyin must have been standing outside the door just now.

She probably thought that Duan Fan and Liu Qiu had actually kissed.

But it should be fine.

Fu Jinyin really disliked her.

Shifting her gaze back to Duan Fan, Liu Qiu steadied the flustered emotions in her heart and frowned.

“Duan Fan, does teasing me really make you that happy?”

Duan Fan stopped laughing, crossed her legs, and touched her earring.

“Liu Qiu, am I really just teasing you?”

After leaving behind a cryptic remark, Duan Fan turned on the sound system.

Loud music immediately filled the private room.

Before Liu Qiu could think about it further, Duan Fan handed her the microphone, smiling with amusement in her eyes.

“President Liu, care to grace us with a song?”

Liu Qiu couldn’t sing.

She had a completely flat voice—whatever she sang sounded like chanting scripture.

So she decisively refused.

Besides, she had something more important to do.

She wanted to check on Fu Jinyin.

Logically, it should be fine, but Fu Jinyin’s personality was too worrying, and lately her emotional state had been a bit off.

She just wanted to take a look.

If Fu Jinyin was still in the private room, then everything would be okay.

Liu Qiu stood up.

“I’m going to the restroom. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Duan Fan casually swung the microphone.

“Sure, I’ll wait for you.”

After Liu Qiu left, Duan Fan took out her phone and sent Fu Jinyin a message.

– Very delicious. Your wife’s lips… have you ever kissed them?

[Green Hat Value +5]

Just as Liu Qiu reached the door of Room 309, she heard the notification in her mind.

She froze for a moment and peered through the small glass window on the door.

Inside, Fu Jinyin was sitting on the sofa with her head lowered, looking at her phone.

The woman who had been sitting beside her earlier was now tangled up with the other two women who were already kissing each other.

Liu Qiu couldn’t see Fu Jinyin’s expression clearly.

But since she was still sitting there calmly, she should be fine.

After watching for a while, Liu Qiu returned to the room she had come from with Duan Fan.

Duan Fan was already singing by herself.

Her pleasant voice filled the entire private room.

Liu Qiu was a little surprised.

Duan Fan sang really well.

Noticing Liu Qiu standing silently nearby, Duan Fan walked over, slipped an arm around Liu Qiu’s shoulders, and held the microphone to her lips.

“Sing. Once this song is done, I’ll take you home.”

The words Liu Qiu wanted to refuse got stuck in her throat.

She accepted the microphone and looked at the lyrics on the screen, then started singing awkwardly.

She had never heard this song before, so every note she sang lasted a little longer than it should, and none of them were on pitch.

Duan Fan let go of her and stepped aside.

She pulled out her phone and started recording.

“President Liu, amazing. Sounds just like celestial music.”

Not only did Liu Qiu’s face turn red—her ears did too.

She knew exactly how terrible her singing was.

Duan Fan really seized every chance to mock her.

Liu Qiu turned her head to look at Duan Fan.

The colorful lights in the room reflected in her clear eyes, as if painting magnificent flames across those beautiful pupils, echoing the wine-red short dress she wore.

Her orange-tinted lips parted slightly.

Her voice was soft, but her tone was not.

“Duan Fan, you’re teasing me again.”

The upward curve of Duan Fan’s lips slowly flattened.

Inside the small phone screen was a tiny Liu Qiu—so beautiful it almost looked unreal.

The deafening music in the room was no louder than the sound of her own heartbeat.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Over and over again.

Reminding her of one thing.

Duan Fan, you’re completely done for.

Duan Fan awkwardly avoided Liu Qiu’s gaze.

She turned off the phone and sat back down on the sofa, covering her face with one hand.

Her cheeks burned so hot that she didn’t know what to do with herself.

Damn it.

She’s way too cute.

How could Liu Qiu be like this?

Did she even realize how beautiful and attractive she was?

This was bad.

Duan Fan—just at this level and you’re already reacting like this?

Liu Qiu couldn’t see her expression.

She pursed her lips and obediently finished the entire song before setting the microphone down.

Then she walked over to Duan Fan.

“Duan Fan, I’m done singing.”

Duan Fan lowered her hand.

The heat on her cheeks hadn’t faded.

She stood up and walked past Liu Qiu toward the door.

“Alright then, President Liu. Let’s go.”

Liu Qiu didn’t notice anything strange about her.

She followed Duan Fan out of the room.

As they passed by Room 309, she glanced back.

Her fingers curled slightly, but in the end she withdrew her gaze and continued walking forward.

If Fu Jinyin was happy there, she shouldn’t keep looking.

At nine in the evening, Duan Fan dropped Liu Qiu off at the entrance of her residential complex.

After cheerfully saying goodbye, Duan Fan drove away.

Liu Qiu watched the car disappear, lost in thought.

She seemed to have been tricked again.

Duan Fan had never intended to let her return those things.

With that thought lingering in her mind, Liu Qiu entered the house.

The place was empty.

This time, she didn’t wait.

Instead, she sent Fu Jinyin a message early.

She quickly received a reply.

Just three simple words:

– Not coming home.

Liu Qiu sighed.

She sat at her desk and drew today’s events into her comic.

[Miss Qiu is a little silly and always gets teased by Miss Fan.]

[But Miss Qiu wants to become a cool and aloof person, so she treats everyone coldly.]

After finishing, she took a photo and posted it to her account.

She had already become very skilled at this routine.

Liu Qiu stared at the newly posted picture and then opened the previous ones.

As usual, the only message there was from Li.

She refreshed the page.

A new notification appeared.

Li: Very nice.

Liu Qiu pursed her lips slightly, unable to suppress the smile spreading across her face.

Two small dimples appeared on her cheeks.

She had only just posted it, and Li had already commented.

It seemed Li really liked her comics.

The sense of accomplishment was incredible.

Liu Qiu quickly replied.

Qiu Autumn: Thank you!

Li: Mm.

Li’s reply seemed a bit cold.

But it didn’t diminish Liu Qiu’s happiness in the slightest.

If Li were truly indifferent, they wouldn’t reply at all.

This just meant Li was probably a rather reserved person.

That night, Liu Qiu fell asleep in a good mood.

Unaware that in the deep of night, a figure quietly slipped in through the door.

“Giji—”

Something felt strange.

For the past week, every time Liu Qiu woke up she felt uncomfortable—sticky, damp, and with aching limbs.

She went to the hospital, but the doctor said there was nothing wrong.

She was perfectly healthy.

During this week, Liu Qiu only saw Fu Jinyin in the mornings.

She didn’t know when Fu Jinyin came home at night.

And Fu Jinyin seemed to dislike her more and more.

She always lowered her eyes and avoided looking at Liu Qiu.

Even when Liu Qiu greeted her, she was ignored.

But Liu Qiu didn’t mind much.

Fu Jinyin had always been cold toward her.

If she suddenly became warm one day, that would be strange instead.

“Three hours today. Nine hundred yuan. I’ve sent it to you on WeChat.”

Li Fen smiled.

She was very satisfied with Liu Qiu.

Her camera presence was excellent—every outfit looked great on her.

Beautiful from every angle.

Liu Qiu nodded and thanked her before heading to the changing room.

She had already gotten used to this modeling job.

Sister Li had even shown her professional models before and told her that if she could become like them, she could earn even more money.

She asked whether Liu Qiu wanted to try becoming a professional model.

But Liu Qiu had enough self-awareness.

She didn’t have that kind of perseverance or talent.

Being a fitting model, trying on clothes and taking photos every day, was already enough.

So she declined.

Sister Li didn’t push her and simply continued letting her work as a fitting model.

Over the past week, life had been peaceful.

Neither Duan Fan nor anyone else came looking for her.

Naturally, the Green Hat Value hadn’t increased either.

Every day she went to work and then went home.

A simple two-point routine.

Sometimes Liu Qiu even had the strange feeling that she might live like this forever.

She pursed her lips and shook the thought out of her mind.

After transferring today’s pay into her bank account, she left the company building.

This was a new card she had opened.

All the wages she had earned recently were saved inside.

Once the mission was complete, she would give the money to Fu Jinyin.

Although by then, Fu Jinyin might not even need it.

The company was doing better and better now.

With so many shares, Fu Jinyin would surely earn a lot of money.

Lost in thought, Liu Qiu walked out of the building.

Unexpectedly, she saw a somewhat familiar woman standing by the roadside.

A tall woman with wheat-colored skin, wearing a fitted black suit.

It was Duan Liming’s bodyguard.

The bodyguard noticed her and walked over politely.

“Miss Liu, could you come with me? My boss is waiting in the car.”

There was no doubt who that boss was.

Duan Liming.

Liu Qiu pursed her lips.

She wasn’t really afraid of Duan Liming anymore.

But they weren’t familiar, and they had already said goodbye last time.

Why was Duan Liming looking for her again?

She couldn’t figure it out.

However, with the tall bodyguard staring at her with those heavy eyes, Liu Qiu timidly agreed.

After getting into the car, she saw Duan Liming.

Today she wore a crescent-white long dress.

Her long hair was tied neatly behind her head.

Elegant and dignified.

Gripping the strap of her small bag, Liu Qiu glanced at her before lowering her gaze again.

“Miss Duan… why were you looking for me?”

Duan Liming looked at her lightly made-up face and spoke softly.

“Liu Qiu. Look up at me.”

Liu Qiu’s fingers tightened.

It wasn’t an order, but it was impossible to refuse.

Her eyelashes trembled as she slowly raised her head.

Duan Liming pushed a cup of milk tea across the small table toward her.

“Try it.”

Liu Qiu blinked in surprise.

Was she really called here just to drink milk tea?

She accepted the glass.

There was already a straw inside.

She parted her lips and took a sip.

A refreshing osmanthus fragrance filled her mouth—light but sweet, with a lingering richness.

It tasted wonderful.

Liu Qiu’s emotions always showed in her eyes.

And Duan Liming was extremely skilled at observing people.

Her fingers tapped lightly on her leg.

“Is it good?”

Liu Qiu nodded.

“It’s very good.”

Milk tea had moistened her lips slightly.

Her eyes were bright, her cheeks faintly pink.

Her drooping eye corners always made her look a little pitiful when she gazed at someone.

Liu Qiu never realized that from other people’s perspectives, she looked exactly like a small curly-haired puppy.

Duan Liming lifted a hand to cover her lips.

Her long, narrow eyes—similar to Duan Fan’s—were cold and distant, like a solitary moon in the sky.

“I’ll take you home.”

Her eyelashes lowered, hiding the darkness in her eyes.

“Thank you,” Liu Qiu said quietly.

She really couldn’t refuse Duan Liming.

It felt like whenever Duan Liming said something, she would definitely do it.

Refusing seemed pointless.

After thanking her, Liu Qiu fell silent.

The car became quiet.

Yet the atmosphere wasn’t awkward.

Liu Qiu looked out the window while holding the glass cup, sipping the milk tea little by little.

It was really delicious.

Rich milk, fragrant tea, the faint osmanthus flavor, and other subtle tastes she couldn’t identify.

Absolutely amazing.

The trip from the company to her home was quite far.

Normally, taking the subway or bus took an hour.

Even by car it took some time.

Before she realized it, the milk tea was gone.

Liu Qiu looked down at the empty glass.

‘System, is this cup very expensive?’

Just looking at it, she could tell it was exquisitely made.

The System replied:

[Eight thousand each. So yes, a bit expensive.]

Liu Qiu knew it would be costly—but not that costly.

A glass cup worth nearly ten thousand yuan made her eyes widen.

Carefully, she placed it back on the small table and gently pushed it toward the center.

Duan Liming had seen everything.

“What did you say?”

“Is the cup expensive?”

Liu Qiu: “…”

Sure enough, nothing could be hidden from Duan Liming.

But Liu Qiu wasn’t that afraid anymore.

If Duan Liming thought the thing inside her body was a monster, she would have captured her long ago.

Since she hadn’t done anything after all this time, it meant she didn’t care.

Liu Qiu didn’t answer.

She simply sat upright, blinking her long lashes with a serious expression.

Though with such soft features, even seriousness looked gentle.

A faint trace of amusement flashed through Duan Liming’s dark eyes, gone in an instant.

[Miss Qiu wants to be a cool person, so she treats everyone coldly.]

The car slowly stopped.

The door opened automatically.

Liu Qiu gripped her bag, thanked her again, and quickly got out.

But after only a few steps, Duan Liming’s low, pleasant voice sounded behind her.

“Liu Qiu. Come here.”

She paused.

Then turned back and walked toward the car again.

Duan Liming sat by the door, looking at her.

She lifted a hand and gently pressed it against Liu Qiu’s neck.

Her fingertips were slightly cool.

Feeling that unfamiliar touch, Liu Qiu’s body stiffened.

What was happening?

“Bend down,” Duan Liming said lightly.

But the hand on her neck was impossible to ignore.

Liu Qiu slowly bent forward.

The distance between them shortened.

A cool fragrance filled her nose—just like Duan Liming herself.

“Miss… Miss Duan, what is it?”

Her nervousness made her stutter.

Duan Liming looked up at her.

With her other hand, she gently brushed the strand of hair falling across Liu Qiu’s cheek behind her ear.

Her cool fingertips grazed Liu Qiu’s cheek and ear.

[Green Hat Value +5]

Liu Qiu’s heart trembled.

She subconsciously clenched her fingers.

How strange.

Why would the Green Hat Value increase at a time like this?

Duan Liming said softly,

“Don’t be afraid of me.”

“Don’t be nervous.”

The same words she had spoken when they parted last time.

Liu Qiu paused before quietly replying,

“I’m not afraid.”

Duan Liming’s gaze slid from Liu Qiu’s brows down to her lips.

She pinched the soft earlobe between her fingers.

“Meeting you was pleasant.”

“Liu Qiu… until next time.”

As her final word fell, she released her.

Liu Qiu straightened up.

Duan Liming’s cool scent still lingered faintly in her nose as she watched the car door close.

Clutching her bag strap, she felt everything was incredibly strange.

When the car disappeared, Liu Qiu pushed those doubts out of her mind and walked toward home.

But when she reached the door, she discovered someone sitting there.

The person had curled themselves into a small ball, their face buried in their knees.

She couldn’t see their face.

But she recognized that thin back immediately.

Fu Jinyin’s.

Liu Qiu hurried over and crouched down.

“Jinyin, what’s wrong?”

There was no response.

She repeated the question.

Still nothing.

But Liu Qiu didn’t get angry.

She knew Fu Jinyin had hearing issues—sometimes she simply couldn’t hear.

Liu Qiu gently placed a hand on her arm.

“Jinyin, are you feeling unwell?”

This time Fu Jinyin reacted.

She slowly raised her head.

Her long bangs were messy.

Her face was expressionless—but her eyes were red.

Liu Qiu was startled.

Her voice softened even more.

“Jinyin, tell me if something’s wrong.”

As soon as she finished speaking, tears suddenly poured from Fu Jinyin’s eyes.

Her pale eyes shimmered with moisture.

“So disgusting.”

“You kissed someone else.”

“Why did you kiss someone else?”

Her voice was hoarse and faint.

Liu Qiu didn’t know how to answer.

So she honestly explained.

“I didn’t kiss anyone.”

It seemed the Green Hat Value earlier had increased because Fu Jinyin saw her interaction with Duan Liming.

Fu Jinyin stared at her through her tears.

“You’re lying, Liu Qiu.”

“You smell like someone else.”

“So disgusting.”

“I hate you.”

Liu Qiu sighed inwardly.

Fu Jinyin clearly wouldn’t listen to explanations.

But that was fine.

Fu Jinyin had always disliked her anyway.

Being hated a little more didn’t matter.

Still, seeing her cry so pitifully meant Liu Qiu couldn’t ignore her.

She took a tissue from her small bag and gently wiped Fu Jinyin’s tears.

Then deliberately changed the topic.

“Jinyin, has the company been very busy lately?”

“You haven’t been coming home at night.”

Fu Jinyin bit her lip.

She did come home every night.

Her tentacles wanted Liu Qiu.

But she never allowed them to go too far.

Every time they just clung to Liu Qiu for a while before leaving.

Forcing the tentacles to withdraw caused intense pain in both her body and mind.

Fu Jinyin buried her head in her knees again, refusing to let Liu Qiu see her face.

She was tall—even curled up, she still looked large.

Liu Qiu felt a little frustrated.

Had she said something wrong?

After thinking for a moment, she tried another topic.

“Jinyin… do you want to see Duan Fan?”

“We could call her—”

“No.”

Fu Jinyin interrupted her immediately.

“So disgusting.”

“Duan Fan is disgusting.”

“You two kissed.”

Liu Qiu froze.

But that had happened a week ago.

Fu Jinyin was still hung up on it?

Was she upset because Duan Fan kissed her?

Then Liu Qiu suddenly understood.

Since Duan Fan and Fu Jinyin had been involved before, Fu Jinyin must actually feel a sense of possessiveness toward Duan Fan.

Of course it would hurt to see Duan Fan “kiss” her.

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