Accidentally Pursued The Female Lead (GL) - Chapter 15
Shen Mian also saw Xie Qiaoyu.
However, tears clung to her eyelashes, obstructing Shen Mian’s vision and making it difficult to see clearly. Shen Mian instinctively wanted to blink to clear her blurry vision, but instead, the tears accumulated around her eyes flowed down her cheeks.
It was as if she had started crying out of grievance upon seeing Xie Qiaoyu.
Xie Qiaoyu quickly walked to Shen Mian, bag in hand, and softly asked, “Why are you crying?”
Shen Mian shook her head.
She had one question: How could she be caught crying at home by Xie Qiaoyu?
Shen Mian’s emotional defenses gradually crumbled: Since her rebirth, apart from their first meeting where Shen Mian maintained her elegant composure, every subsequent encounter with Xie Qiaoyu seemed to be utterly embarrassing for her…
Sure enough, as Shen Mian wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand, she heard Xie Qiaoyu chuckle softly, “Little crybaby.”
Shen Mian opened her mouth, wanting to retort, but having just cried, her throat was dry, and she couldn’t speak.
Shen Mian could only continue wiping her unending tears.
Perhaps Shen Mian rubbed too hard, as her cheeks and eyes became even redder.
Xie Qiaoyu caught Shen Mian’s wrist and said, “Look up.”
Shen Mian followed the voice, slowly lifting her bowed head, blinking her moist eyelashes as she looked at Xie Qiaoyu.
Xie Qiaoyu released Shen Mian’s wrist, raised her hand, and gently wiped the tears from Shen Mian’s cheek with her thumb. Her other hand encircled Shen Mian’s head from behind, her palm rubbing the top of Shen Mian’s head.
“Don’t cry anymore.”
The distance between them, reduced by Xie Qiaoyu’s movements, was about ten centimeters. Shen Mian could clearly smell Xie Qiaoyu’s perfume, and Xie Qiaoyu could faintly detect the milky scent of Shen Mian’s bath soap.
Shen Mian squinted, enjoying Xie Qiaoyu’s tender voice and subtle hand caress.
Indeed, the treatment of being friends with the female lead was excellent. When hungry, there was food; when crying, there was comfort. It was far more reliable than those fake ‘sisters’ from her previous life who only knew how to make her take them traveling and playing.
The tissues weren’t where Shen Mian said they were. Shen Xiu rummaged through everything and finally found a pack of tissues on the flower stand behind the door.
He excitedly walked out with the tissues. Looking up, he saw his sister being half-hugged by a tall woman, who was also stroking his sister’s hair repeatedly.
Shen Xiu strode forward, shouting, “Hey! Who are you?!” *How dare you stroke my sister’s hair like she’s an animal.*
Shen Mian was startled awake by Shen Xiu’s sudden loud shout. Noticing her current posture with Xie Qiaoyu, she quickly took a step back, pulling away from Xie Qiaoyu’s embrace. Before she could steady herself, she was pulled behind Shen Xiu.
Xie Qiaoyu rubbed the hand she had just lifted from Shen Mian’s head. Shen Mian’s hair wasn’t frizzy at all; it felt incredibly soft and comfortable.
After a few seconds of regret, Xie Qiaoyu turned to look at the sudden newcomer.
Shen Xiu, 23 years old, with tens of millions of fans, a popular actor.
Xie Qiaoyu didn’t follow celebrities or the entertainment industry, but she had seen his TV dramas. His acting skills were decent; he was one of the best among young actors.
In front of the camera, he was always a cool, reserved, and seemingly ambitionless male god. But looking at him now… he seemed to be a sister-complex?
Xie Qiaoyu composed herself and extended her hand. “Hello, I’m Xie Qiaoyu.”
Shen Xiu looked down at Xie Qiaoyu’s outstretched hand—the same hand that had just been stroking his sister’s hair. He frowned and angrily said, “What do you want?”
“Second Brother, this is my tutor. Be a bit polite.” Shen Mian’s legs went soft when she heard Shen Xiu’s tone towards Xie Qiaoyu. *Can you not look so fierce? This is the female lead, okay?!*
Shen Xiu was very obedient to Shen Mian. He immediately extended his hand to Xie Qiaoyu to apologize. “Oh… I’m sorry, Teacher Xie. I thought it was some kind of female scoundrel…”
Shen Mian stepped on Shen Xiu’s foot, stopping him from uttering the last word.
But it was too late; Xie Qiaoyu had already heard and knew what word Shen Xiu intended to say.
The previously kind smile turned cold after her eyebrow arched.
Shen Mian slapped Shen Xiu hard on the back.
Shen Xiu wisely apologized, “I just came back from filming in the deep mountains and forests, so I picked up some wildness. I haven’t met Teacher Xie before, so please excuse my offense. I hope Teacher Xie won’t mind.”
Xie Qiaoyu noticed Shen Mian’s small action, and a smile flickered in the depths of her dark eyes. Meeting Shen Xiu’s gaze, she replied, “Not at all.”
Shen Mian breathed a sigh of relief. Fearing that Shen Xiu would say more nonsense, she quickly told him, “Brother, I’m going to start tutoring. You go back to your room and rest. I’ll find you after I finish my lessons.”
Shen Xiu frowned and asked, “What time do you finish tutoring?”
His agent had just told him about an event that had been scheduled long ago, so he couldn’t miss it. The reason for his frown was that he was afraid Shen Mian would have to wait for him too long.
“Six o’clock.”
There was enough time. Shen Xiu’s brow relaxed. “I have an event in a bit. I’ll rush back as soon as possible at six.”
“Okay.”
Shen Mian nodded, not understanding why Shen Xiu was in such a hurry. Just as she was about to tell him that any time was fine for him to return, Shen Xiu had already bid farewell to Xie Qiaoyu and left downstairs.
He came in a hurry and left in a hurry.
After seeing Shen Xiu off, Xie Qiaoyu and Shen Mian entered the study. After sitting down in their chairs, Shen Mian placed her homework notebook in front of Xie Qiaoyu.
This was their tutoring routine. At the beginning of each session, Xie Qiaoyu would review the homework assigned to Shen Mian the previous day, checking its completion and accuracy.
But today, Xie Qiaoyu didn’t touch the exercise book. Shen Mian looked over in confusion, only to hear Xie Qiaoyu softly ask her, “Why were you crying?”
Shen Mian mumbled for a while, not wanting to say. But unable to withstand Xie Qiaoyu’s direct gaze, she finally lay her head on the table and muttered, “I… just missed my second brother a bit too much.”
Shen Xiu was still the Shen Xiu she knew from her previous life. It was hard not to cry when he fell into her embrace.
After hearing this, Xie Qiaoyu saw Shen Mian hide her face in her bent arm. Her adorable, clumsy appearance made the strange feeling in Xie Qiaoyu’s heart even more intense. Words inadvertently slipped from her mouth, “Would you cry for me?”
Shen Mian, nestled in her arm, didn’t hear Xie Qiaoyu clearly and turned her head to ask, “Huh?”
Xie Qiaoyu steadied the panic in her heart and feigned ease. “Nothing.”
After saying that, she picked up Shen Mian’s exercise book and placed it aside. Her thin lips parted slightly, revealing her white teeth. “This is the last lesson; everything before this has been covered. There’s not much new content today, so I’ll just take you through a review to consolidate your knowledge.”
Shen Mian nodded and said, “Okay.” *It’s always right to listen to the teacher in class.*
But instead of the non-stop review of knowledge points Shen Mian expected, Xie Qiaoyu started chatting casually with her.
Xie Qiaoyu opened a book, but her gaze wasn’t on it. Looking at Shen Mian, she asked, “What date does school start?”
“September sixth.”
“Mm. Do you usually have favorite places to go out and play?”
“Yes, Wanle City. There are a few shops there that I frequent.”
After a few seconds, Xie Qiaoyu asked, confused, “That’s it?”
Shen Mian subconsciously said, “The bars on Zhongming Street are also pretty good.”
Realizing what she had just said, Shen Mian immediately tried to salvage it. “Sister Qiaoyu, why are you asking me all this?”
Xie Qiaoyu brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes twinkling. “Just trying to understand what young people nowadays like.”
*Young people? I’m actually twenty-three, okay?*
As a fellow woman, Shen Mian understood perfectly. A woman could call herself old, but if someone else called her old, it would definitely make her unhappy.
So Shen Mian was raging inwardly, but she said, “Sister Qiaoyu, you’re calling yourself old. You’re clearly very young.”
Shen Mian said, looking at Xie Qiaoyu with a serious expression, chin in hand, “I think Sister Qiaoyu looks like she’s eighteen.”
“Eighteen?” Xie Qiaoyu murmured to herself, then chuckled softly. “Then why do you call me ‘sister’?”
Shen Mian, who was twenty years old at the moment: “…”
*She shouldn’t have said that extra sentence.*