After Teasing the Heroine and Running Away, I Was Forced into Love - Chapter 15

“We get difficult customers every day. It’s not your fault, Miss He,” Shi Qing said, shaking her head slightly. She was wearing the hotel uniform, which should have looked rather mundane, but on Shi Qing, it exuded a captivating charm and unique allure. So this is the allure of uniforms, He Roushuang thought to herself.

Many people are enhanced by their clothing, but in Shi Qing’s case, it was the protagonist’s inherent beauty that elevated any outfit. With such striking features, she would look stunning in anything—even draped in a white bedsheet like A Piao’s ghost costume, she would appear ethereal, like the Little Dragon Girl from a wuxia drama.

However, before He Roushuang could fully appreciate Shi Qing’s beauty, she noticed the woman’s deteriorating condition. Her face was as pale as rice paper.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

“My throat and stomach ache,” Shi Qing replied, already unsteady on her feet. She pushed He Roushuang away and stumbled toward the restroom, but in her haste, she collided with the doorframe.

Bang!

The sound was earth-shattering. He Roushuang thought the doorframe would collapse. But unlike most ruthless capitalists who would fret over the damaged frame, He Roushuang’s concern was for the person before her.

“Shi Qing, are you alright?”

When she had read the novel, the author’s descriptions of the female lead’s miserable circumstances had only made her think, “This woman’s life is even harder than mine.”

But experiencing it firsthand was different. Waves of heartache washed over her.

He Roushuang was the kind of person who felt sorry even for stray animals. How could she not feel for Shi Qing?

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Shi Qing said, biting her lip so hard it nearly drew bl00d.

He Roushuang wrapped an arm around Shi Qing’s waist, fully embracing her role as the male lead and helping her up.

Supporting Shi Qing, they stumbled toward the bathroom. But when misfortune strikes, even drinking water can get stuck in your teeth.

Just as He Roushuang opened the bathroom door, Shi Qing could no longer hold back and vomited violently.

He Roushuang: ……

Her newly purchased haute couture!

When He Roushuang first transmigrated, she was too afraid to spend money, after all, she was just a salaried worker earning four or five thousand yuan a month.

But the original owner had so much money that even if she embezzled a little from her savings, it wouldn’t make a dent. So she started spending lavishly.

Come on…

She’d transmigrated into this world and could be treated as a villainous supporting character by the male lead at any moment.

If I want to spend, I’ll spend! I absolutely won’t deny myself!

He Roushuang had always believed in living for the moment, especially after transmigrating into this world. She was determined to enjoy life to the fullest while she could.

That’s why she’d just spent over a hundred thousand yuan on this custom-made outfit. High-end couture was never cheap, being tailored to her exact measurements, designed by a master, meticulously crafted, and utterly unique in the world.

And now the female lead had just vomited all over it.

How do the CEOs in dramas manage to resist punching people?!

He Roushuang took several deep breaths, then remembered Shi Qing’s earlier humiliation. The rising anger felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her head.

He Roushuang found herself unable to hold a grudge.

“I’m sorry…”

“I couldn’t hold it in.”

Stomach cramps aren’t something you can simply suppress with willpower. It’s human nature.

“It’s alright.”

“You’re more important. Go throw up first.”

He Roushuang removed her suit jacket, her eyes still radiating tenderness. She even pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe the vomit from the corner of Shi Qing’s mouth.

She’s too kind, Shi Qing thought dazedly. Even after I acted so rudely, she’s not angry at all.

But she still rushed to the vomiting room.

In upscale restaurants like this, which are prone to such incidents, there are private vomiting rooms. You don’t have to suffer the indignity of retching over a toilet like in the movies.

By the sink, He Roushuang remained alone. She turned on the faucet and slowly wiped her clothes, simultaneously sending a message to her assistant, Assistant Wang, instructing him to bring two sets of fresh clothes to the restroom.

Assistant Wang was utterly bewildered when he received the message.

Wait a minute…

What on earth had the boss done?

He needed to change clothes in the restroom!

Assistant Wang’s mind immediately went into overdrive, conjuring up countless scenes from domineering CEO novels where the male lead cornered the female lead in the restroom.

Though authors often conveniently neglected to specify whether it was the men’s or women’s restroom.

But we wouldn’t dare ask, we wouldn’t dare inquire.

Assistant Wang wasn’t foolish enough to directly ask his boss why he needed to change clothes.

After all, it was obvious—it couldn’t possibly be because he’d soiled himself.

He began preparing the clothes, but even the fastest delivery would take at least ten minutes. Assistant Wang could only send He Roushuang a slightly apologetic message.

Boss, retrieving the items will take some time. Please wait a moment.

He Roushuang glanced at the message.

Why does this guy talk like a robot?

Well, well, you can’t expect much intelligence from an NPC, she thought to herself.

She didn’t reply, simply listening to the sounds coming from the vomiting stall. The restroom wasn’t actually smelly, thanks to the incense and plants.

But…

Normally, most people would enter the bathroom at this point and gently pat the female lead’s back.

The male lead would do the same.

However, He Roushuang wouldn’t.

She knew the female lead valued her pride.

Instead, she simply rolled up her shirt sleeves, revealing her snow-white, lotus-like arms, and leaned quietly against the cool ceramic tiles of the bathroom wall.

He Roushuang mentally calculated the time. After only five or six minutes, Shi Qing emerged from the room, her legs weak and unsteady.

“Your clothes… I’ll pay for them. I’m so sorry, I couldn’t hold back just now.”

The more one suppresses something, the stronger the rebound. This applies not only to human nature and emotions, but also to bodily functions.

“It’s not necessary.”

“I’m not that stingy.”

He Roushuang merely smiled, uninterested in playing the role of an evil capitalist.

“But I’m no fool either. What I’ve lost must be compensated for elsewhere, don’t you agree?”

He Roushuang narrowed her eyes. While she had no interest in being a truly wicked capitalist, pretending to be one was a different matter.

Unconditional giving without expecting anything in return is the behavior of a saint.

I absolutely have to do something to the female lead to convince her I’m truly lustful, He Roushuang thought.

She shook her head inwardly and sighed. Helping someone indirectly is such a hassle.

I have to play both the good cop and the bad cop. But this way, the female lead can enjoy her power and climb the social ladder without any reservations, allowing her to grow rapidly.

“What do you want to do?” Shi Qing asked, folding her napkin and wiping her mouth.

Her gaze fell on the expensive suit. To be honest, I recognize this brand.

I’ve worked too many jobs—glitzy nightclubs, luxurious five-star restaurants, and lavish hotels—where the clientele are all wealthy.

Suits like this cost a fortune.

At this thought, Shi Qing felt like dying.

Damn my big mouth!

Why did I have to throw up on the suit?

And why did I have to pick the most expensive one?!