After Teasing the Heroine and Running Away, I Was Forced into Love - Chapter 38

Even until the very end, He Roushuang managed to suppress her dirty and utterly wretched thoughts.

It’s wrong to pry into someone else’s privacy, she told herself, finally coaxing the curious little kitten that had escaped from her heart back into its cage.

I can’t look… I must respect the Female Lead’s privacy!

He Roushuang lectured herself on how to be a proper gentleman… oh wait, no… a proper lady.

The elevator arrived quickly with a soft ding. He Roushuang stepped in first, and now, in the enclosed space, Shi Qing finally put her phone away.

“Sister, what do you want to eat?”

He Roushuang stared blankly for a moment. In a CEO romance novel, if the Female Lead asked this, the CEO would definitely curl his lips into a devilish smirk.

“Woman, what I want to eat is you.”

He’d whisper those suggestive words into her ear in a bubbly voice like a carp blowing bubbles, then “passionately spoil” her!

He Roushuang’s lips twitched slightly.

Yeah, that kind of thing… I could never do that!

“Whatever you want. Something light would be nice.”

He Roushuang unleashed the dreaded “whatever” army that every chef fears, but this tactic was truly a universal remedy.

Shi Qing didn’t seem impatient at all. She simply nodded and quickly messaged the driver to buy the ingredients.

He Roushuang chose to take a bath first. She sank completely into the warm tub, her hair wrapped in a towel, feeling utterly relaxed.

But… every time she started to feel truly comfortable, a voice would echo in her mind:

He Roushuang, don’t you want to know?

Shi Qing likes you too. Maybe if you just take one brave step forward, there could be something between you two.

After all, Shi Qing really moves you, doesn’t she?

During that kiss, your legs went weak.

He Roushuang reached out of the tub, water droplets sliding down her pale arm and dripping onto the surface, creating ripples that spread across the water.

She picked up her phone from the edge of the tub, her wet fingers leaving misty smudges on the screen.

He Roushuang had to wipe her hands on the towel before opening a forum app. Before transmigrating, she had been not only an avid novel reader but also a keen internet surfer.

Of course, she wasn’t a fan of any particular celebrity; she simply enjoyed following gossip.

After taking several deep breaths and hesitating for a long time, she finally decided to post her question:

What are the chances of turning a straight woman gay?

Since it was evening, many people had finished work and were enjoying their leisure time, scrolling through their phones while snuggled in bed or on the sofa.

He Roushuang had barely sent her message—the water in her bathtub hadn’t even cooled—when she received a reply:

Don’t worry, straight women are straighter than your hair. Even if you try to bend them, they’ll snap right back!

He Roushuang: ……

Such a vicious comment.

Isn’t there even the slightest chance? I’m good-looking, and I have money!

She wasn’t being vain; the original owner of this body genuinely possessed these qualities!

Do you want her to love you for who you are, or for your money?

He Roushuang immediately replied: Of course, I want her to love me for who I am!

Tsk tsk… Look at this, someone wants it all!

I get the feeling the OP is full of rich-person arrogance. Do you really think you can buy love? Even if you get together temporarily, you won’t be truly happy. What if she cheats on you with a man?

Sis, sis, I’m available! Look over here! I can even get diamond-studded nails!

As He Roushuang scrolled through the onslaught of venomous comments, her face flushed with anger.

Right…

Even though the male lead was a scoundrel, the novel still had a devoted second male lead. Was it right for her to make these decisions unilaterally?

They had agreed it would just be a temporary arrangement—a way to provoke the male lead before returning the female lead’s freedom. How had she ended up wanting to possess her?

Still, she couldn’t shake her anger and wanted to argue with the online commenters. Weren’t they always saying true love conquers all?

Why should gender matter? If… if Shi Qing could possibly accept her?

Just as He Roushuang reached for her phone, a knock echoed from the door. Perhaps it was guilt, or perhaps her hands were still slippery from the water, but the phone slid right out of her palm.

Plop!

It sank to the bottom of the tub, bubbles swirling around it.

“Sister, you forgot your change of clothes.”

Shi Qing had finished preparing the meal and was about to look for He Roushuang. When she noticed the neatly folded clothes on the bed, she decided to bring them to the bathroom.

“C-come in,” He Roushuang stammered.

She couldn’t possibly retrieve her phone in front of Shi Qing. It was full of incriminating secrets, and the thread she had started was still growing, with more comments pouring in.

Well, the phone is waterproof anyway. A little soak in hot water won’t hurt.

If it breaks, buying a new one is no big deal…

After thinking this, He Roushuang suddenly felt extravagant. She used to be too afraid to buy such an expensive phone, but now it seemed like pocket change.

Waaah…

It’s true—money always flows to those who already have plenty.

The bathroom door opened, and Shi Qing was immediately enveloped in a cloud of steamy mist. She saw someone reclining in the porcelain-white bathtub, their long hair wrapped in a white towel, radiating gentle, radiant beauty.

Like a pink camellia bud about to bloom.

Shi Qing took a few steps closer, placed her clothes on the nearby rack, and turned to leave.

But her sharp eyes pierced through the dense mist, spotting a rectangular object gleaming at the bottom of the porcelain tub.

A phone?

She must have been startled when I opened the door.

Shi Qing bent down, rolled up her shirt sleeves, and reached into the water to retrieve the phone.

“No… no need.”

He Roushuang tried to refuse, but Shi Qing’s hand moved with lightning speed. Before she could protest, the phone had already been fished out from the bottom of the tub.

The phone screen hadn’t yet gone dark, everything had happened so quickly. Shi Qing glanced at it.

The possibility of turning a straight girl…

She didn’t have time to read the rest before someone, face flushed crimson, snatched the phone from her hand.

It was hard to tell if the flush was from the steamy bathroom or sheer embarrassment.

“Y-you should leave now,” He Roushuang stammered, nearly biting her tongue in her agitation.

Startled, she quickly turned off the screen, desperate to keep her mortifying secret hidden. But she couldn’t be sure how much the Female Lead had glimpsed in that brief moment.

The phone continued to buzz, clearly still receiving replies and private messages.

After calming down, He Roushuang wiped the water off her phone with a towel and began scrolling through the messages again.

The comments section was a mix of support and vitriol.

Some accused her of selfishness, while others argued that boldly pursuing love was nothing to be ashamed of.

Life is short. Why not take a chance?

Frustrated, He Roushuang tugged at her hair. In the end, she decided to give it a try.

As the saying goes, when you flip a coin, you already know in your heart which side you want it to land on.