After Teasing the Heroine and Running Away, I Was Forced into Love - Chapter 36

“Hey! He Roushuang, watch your tone! Show some respect to Mom!”

He Shanjian finally snapped, his voice brimming with anger at his sister’s insolent attitude.

“Heh… Little brother, if you want me to respect Mom, why didn’t you speak up when she was talking about Shi Qing earlier?”

“Stop acting like some righteous wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

He Roushuang glared at He Shanjian, tears welling in her eyes, before turning to collapse beside He Wenzhi’s bed.

“Dad, I read the letter Mom wrote for me…”

“She said she wanted me to find someone I love. I’ve found him now. Why can’t I have that?”

He Roushuang’s shoulders shook as she sobbed quietly.

When the Original Owner’s mother was in the car accident, she had been pulled from a luxury car. Though the car was well-built, it couldn’t withstand the chain-reaction collision and crushing forces.

Rushed to the hospital, the Original Owner’s mother remained partially conscious. She dictated a letter to a doctor, asking him to write it down.

He Roushuang had read this letter. It would later play a crucial role in the novel’s climax, as the Male Lead used it to completely destroy the Original Owner.

That was also the only time He Wenzhi refused to protect the Original Owner, instead leaving her decisively. The rift between father and daughter never healed.

The Original Owner had used this very letter—a deathbed confession written by a doctor on her behalf—to play the victim before He Wenzhi.

It must be said, the Original Owner’s mother truly loved her daughter deeply, even writing such a letter on her deathbed.

This letter became the Original Owner’s get-out-of-jail-free card.

As a result, the Male Lead repeatedly failed to completely bring down He Roushuang. Readers of the novel loathed both He Wenzhi and He Roushuang, branding one as biased and the other as despicable.

In the novel’s climax, He Wenzhi was hospitalized after He Shanjian deliberately poisoned him with a dangerous medicinal meal. He Roushuang, meanwhile, married an old man, much to the readers’ delight.

“Of course you can,” He Wenzhi said, stroking He Roushuang’s long hair. “Who you love is your right.”

He then turned his affectionate gaze toward Shi Qing.

“Don’t mind what my wife said,” he added. “She’s just like that.”

After so many years of marriage, He Wenzhi had grown increasingly impatient with Jiang Hui’s temper. In his younger days, he had managed to deceive himself by claiming she resembled his deceased girlfriend.

But as they aged, the resemblance faded…

He Wenzhi had lost all desire to touch Jiang Hui. Otherwise, after all these years, they wouldn’t still have only one child, He Shanjian.

“You’re a good person, and very beautiful. I hope you won’t disappoint Roushuang.”

“If you two can truly make it work long-term, then you’re welcome to live at the He Residence.”

He Wenzhi’s meaning couldn’t have been clearer.

If this relationship proved lasting, he would genuinely accept Shi Qing. His words stunned not only Shi Qing herself, but also He Shanjian and his mother.

Shi Qing had braced herself for the cliché: Here’s five million yuan. Leave my daughter.

After all, wasn’t that how it always played out in dramas?

But it didn’t. Happiness seemed to have arrived too easily, making her wonder if it was all a dream.

Roushuang stayed at the hospital a while longer to check on her “cheap” father, leaving only after confirming he was out of danger.

As she left, she fixed Jiang Hui with a piercing glare, a clear warning: Don’t try any tricks while I’m gone.

Roushuang was uneasy about leaving her “cheap” father alone with these two, but what choice did she have? They were supposed to be a “loving” family, after all.

Staying would only lead to more arguments.

Stepping outside, the world felt fresh and new.

Without the male lead in sight, even the air around He Roushuang seemed to clear.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that ridiculous scene in the hospital room,” He Roushuang said, a hint of amusement in her voice as she recalled the chaotic scene.

“Sister He, my family situation is even worse than yours, so this is nothing,” Shi Qing replied softly. Since childhood, she had only ever heard her parents arguing.

Therefore, Shi Qing wasn’t particularly moved by what had happened in the hospital room. But she finally understood why He Roushuang hated He Shanjian so much.

It wasn’t just about the inheritance.

There were deep-rooted historical issues at play.

“But your father seems to genuinely believe we’re a couple…”

Shi Qing didn’t know if He Roushuang would accept her, or if she was just being treated as a plaything.

“Aren’t we?” He Roushuang asked.

“Although I give you money, I don’t want others to know we’re lovers. Do you understand?”

He Roushuang got into the car, her gaze fixed intently on Shi Qing. She wanted to brand the Female Lead from head to toe, ensuring no one else would covet her.

Although her cheap old man had been rushed to the hospital after a fit of anger and miraculously saved, He Roushuang couldn’t simply let the matter drop.

She was determined to uncover the truth.

“Hmm…” Shi Qing nodded, but a flicker of disappointment crossed her face. She had hoped she would at least hold some significance in He Roushuang’s heart.

Seeing her sister completely ignore her after speaking, Shi Qing’s heart ached even more.

She knew she shouldn’t develop feelings for her Gold Master, but sometimes such emotions were beyond her control. She couldn’t help wanting more, craving a closer connection.

The car glided toward the apartment, the cabin falling into silence. This wasn’t He Roushuang deliberately ignoring Shi Qing.

Instead, she was mentally calculating furiously, her mind clicking like an abacus as she strategized how to prevent the male lead and his mother from combining their skills against her.

Shi Qing was accustomed to solitude, but she refused to let her relationship with the woman beside her stagnate.

After all, she reasoned, if I’m going to be someone’s mistress, I might as well fulfill their emotional needs while indulging a little of my own desires.

With this justification, Shi Qing texted Qin Wenlu, a seasoned veteran of the romantic battlefield. Among her few friends, Qin Wenlu was undoubtedly the most loyal.

It was like Zhang Fei in the Peach Garden Oath, who provided the money, men, and venue, only to end up as the youngest brother.

Wenlu, I have a question for you. If it’s too personal, feel free not to answer.

Shi Qing typed slowly, her silent keyboard preventing her neighbor from noticing.

Why do you have time to message me today?

Alright, ask away.

Love Goddess Customer Service is online to assist you.

Qin Wenlu replied quickly.

Sister He has been so kind to me. Today, we even visited her sick father, the Chairman of Tianze Group. I’m so happy… but why doesn’t she want to take our relationship further?

“What?! You’ve already met her parents, Shi Qing? You’re moving faster than a rocket! If you really end up marrying into a wealthy family, don’t forget your old friends when you’re rich and powerful!”

Qin Wenlu sent a voice message over ten seconds long. Shi Qing didn’t dare play it aloud, silently converting it to text instead.

Even just reading the converted text, she could sense the other woman’s excitement.