After Teasing the Heroine and Running Away, I Was Forced into Love - Chapter 16

Shi Qing closed her eyes, imagining the punishment she would receive for breaking something.

She remembered how, as a child, accidentally breaking a bowl would send her father into a rage. He would storm outside to fetch a bamboo whip—a root section of freshly cut bamboo—that stung terribly when it struck her skin.

A single lash would leave a livid bruise.

And that was just for a bowl.

Now, having ruined such an expensive suit, Shi Qing knew Miss He wasn’t the type to resort to violence. Yet the trauma of her childhood couldn’t be so easily erased.

Her body trembled involuntarily.

But she forced herself to remain defiant.

“Sister, I’ll accept whatever punishment you deem fit—whether it’s a beating or a scolding.”

Hearing the fear in Shi Qing’s voice, He Roushuang felt a pang of helplessness. What kind of miserable life has the female lead endured?

Despite her assurances that she wouldn’t punish Shi Qing, the woman remained terrified, her fingers trembling slightly—as if a self-defense mechanism had been triggered.

She must have experienced something similar in her childhood, He Roushuang realized in an instant. After all, the entire novel revolved around the female lead’s experiences.

Though the spotlight was entirely on the man, He Roushuang said, “I won’t hit you or scold you.”

She reached out and gently rubbed Shi Qing’s cheek, feeling the other woman’s face like a soft, plump hamster. Unable to resist, she rubbed it twice more.

The two were standing too close, He Roushuang’s vomit-stained coat discarded to the side, preventing any lingering foul odors.

“I just want you to do something else,” He Roushuang murmured.

Spend the night with me, He Roushuang… You’ve always been drawn to beauty.

Don’t touch her. Just enjoy the sight.

A devilish voice whispered in He Roushuang’s mind. She nearly nodded in agreement, but the string of reason remained taut in her mind.

How can you take advantage of her? You promised to help the female lead. If you truly succumb to this beauty, what difference would there be between you and the male lead?

He Roushuang mentally questioned herself.

Before she could release her grip, a knock echoed on the bathroom stall door, startling her into letting go.

To Shi Qing, this was the signal that their flirtation had been interrupted. Perhaps she could find another opportunity to resume it later.

After all, since He Roushuang had refused to let her pay for the ruined clothes, Shi Qing already owed her an even greater debt of gratitude.

“Boss, are you there?”

Assistant Wang’s voice filtered faintly through the door. He Roushuang strode over and pushed open the stall door.

She found Assistant Wang standing there with a slightly bewildered expression.

“Give me the things,” He Roushuang said.

She was actually quite grateful for Assistant Wang’s sudden appearance. Otherwise, she might have committed an irreparable mistake.

“These are your clothes, and these are Miss Shi’s. The sizes are different,” Assistant Wang said with a smile.

The two women were roughly the same height, but their chest sizes differed significantly. It was well-known that beautiful CEOs shared a common trait: their br3asts were always of “scenic spot” caliber.

This wasn’t just He Roushuang’s stereotype; it was how the novel had described it. Fortunately, the author hadn’t gone overboard and written in two literal papayas. Otherwise, she might never have been able to adjust to this body.

“Understood,” He Roushuang replied.

Whenever He Roushuang recalled her initial days after transmigrating, she truly felt like she was walking on unstable ground, her head heavy and her feet light.

Assistant Wang didn’t linger. After all, he had been working by He Roushuang’s side for several years. He delivered the items and promptly withdrew.

Changing clothes was rather awkward, but thankfully the restroom had stalls, making it a minor inconvenience.

“Change quickly and come out,” He Roushuang said, handing Shi Qing a complete set of shirt and pants.

“Thank you,” Shi Qing replied instinctively, reaching for the clothes. Just as her hand touched them, she felt her earlobe being gently rubbed, followed by a teasing remark:

“You don’t need to thank me for everything. I’ve told you before, we have a transactional relationship. There’s no need for constant gratitude.”

He Roushuang kept emphasizing their transactional relationship, fearing the female lead might realize she was only helping out of pity.

A greenhouse can’t nurture a flower’s growth; only weathering the storms in the wild can forge true resilience.

After enduring a day of relentless misfortune, He Roushuang practically dragged her exhausted body back to her apartment.

Next time, I absolutely have to recalculate the plot’s timeline, she thought grimly. I can’t let this happen again—arriving late only to find the female lead already completely humiliated.

After a soothing bath, He Roushuang eagerly returned to her bedroom, deliberately avoiding Shi Qing as usual to prevent any physical contact between them.

But tonight was different.

As He Roushuang drifted off to sleep, she felt the mattress dip slightly. Shi Qing had settled down beside her, scrolling through videos on her phone.

Wearing headphones, Shi Qing made no sound, yet her actions piqued He Roushuang’s curiosity.

He Roushuang resisted the urge to glance over, but soon enough, Shi Qing put her phone down and slowly leaned closer.

Still feigning sleep with her eyes closed, He Roushuang was determined not to let Shi Qing realize she had been secretly watching her.

Then she felt a pair of warm lips press against her neck.

Again?!

How many lesbians in the world could withstand such an assault? Only saints could.

He Roushuang, far from being a Buddhist ascetic, was utterly speechless. She prepared to push Shi Qing away.

Shi Qing, however, grew even bolder, her crimson lips tracing a path up He Roushuang’s neck until they settled at the corner of her slightly parted mouth.

“Shi Qing!” He Roushuang pushed her away.

“Sister… I’m a woman too. When you look at me, there’s desire in your eyes,” Shi Qing said softly, her voice disarmingly gentle, her beauty overwhelming.

Yes, there is desire, but this is too much! He Roushuang protested inwardly, refraining from scolding the protagonist directly. Instead, she tugged at Shi Qing’s ear.

“Did I ever say you had to repay me like this?”

“No.”

“But…”

Shi Qing couldn’t understand why He Roushuang wanted her to stay. After two gentle rejections, even her confidence in her looks and figure began to waver.

She couldn’t know that He Roushuang was clenching the bedsheets so tightly her knuckles had turned white, all to endure this unbearable proximity.

Damn it… damn straight woman!

He Roushuang’s heart raced. Heaven only knew how much willpower it took to resist on the same bed. Yet this girl kept pressing closer, as if testing her like Liu Xiahui himself!

“If you don’t need me to stay, why did you ask me to be your lover?” Shi Qing whispered, her loose nightgown revealing glimpses of her figure. This scene… He Roushuang couldn’t possibly endure it.

She closed her eyes, letting the blush spread across her cheeks.