After Teasing the Heroine and Running Away, I Was Forced into Love - Chapter 4

After rattling off a long string of accusations, He Roushuang expected to be met with the Female Lead’s venomous glare. Instead, Shi Qing merely blinked at her.

“Oh.”

“So, what do you want me to do?”

Shi Qing knew when to yield. She couldn’t afford to lose her temper with the woman before her. Her mother needed the money, and she needed this generous fool to provide her with a better stepping stone.

He Roushuang had never punished anyone in her life. After racking her brain for ages, she couldn’t come up with a way to maintain her original character’s persona without offending the Female Lead.

If the Original Owner, a stickler for the rule of law, were truly keeping a mistress, Shi Qing would have been stripped naked by now.

“How good are you at giving massages?”

He Roushuang pondered this. She realized she needed someone to massage her back.

While slavery was outlawed in the New Era, she was paying an exorbitant wage!

“I’m decent.”

As if fearing He Roushuang might misunderstand, Shi Qing took a step forward.

“Don’t get the wrong idea,” Shi Qing said. “I only have a little experience from scrubbing my mother’s back.”

Actually, He Roushuang, who knew the original plot, might not have jumped to conclusions. But Shi Qing’s remark made her cheeks flush crimson.

What kind of person does this guy think I am?!

But it was He Roushuang who had proposed this bizarre agreement in the first place. She couldn’t really blame the Female Lead for misunderstanding. Feeling both frustrated and helpless, He Roushuang felt like she was being seen as some kind of weirdo.

Even though she and Shi Qing were both women, the thought of the other woman undressing made He Roushuang squirm with awkwardness.

She kept mentally reassuring herself: The Original Owner was an open and straightforward person. It’s perfectly normal for two women to be together like this. Besides, the Original Owner was straight!

After all, besides making Shi Qing her personal scrubber, He Roushuang couldn’t think of any more malicious schemes.

If she pushed things too far, what would happen when the Female Lead retaliated later?

She wasn’t planning to cling to the Female Lead’s coattails, but she didn’t want to be branded as a villain and killed off either!

He Roushuang often used this apartment as a place to rest, having been transmigrated into this world for quite some time.

Initially, she clung to the hope that a “Brother System” or “Sister System” would come to her aid.

But as time passed, He Roushuang finally understood the feeling of calling out to heaven and earth, only to receive no response.

She eventually gave up on the idea of every transmigrator having a system—except for her.

Instead, she began to relax and enjoy her wealthy lifestyle.

The bathroom was tiled with elegant white porcelain, its design both refined and beautiful.

As He Roushuang undressed, her hands trembled. She had never felt this nervous before. After all, as someone who liked women, she was about to reveal herself to the Female Lead, a notoriously straight woman.

How embarrassing!

However, He Roushuang’s hesitant movements struck Shi Qing as rather amusing.

Looking at the woman before her—radiant, alluring, and with a hint of mature sophistication—Shi Qing couldn’t understand why her behavior seemed so childish, like that of a high school student.

As Shi Qing hesitated over whether to help her wealthy client undress, He Roushuang tossed her clothes aside herself.

She then stepped into the spacious bathtub. He Roushuang’s back was fair and delicate, befitting someone who had been pampered since birth. Her skin was so tender it seemed as if it could be pierced with a breath. Shi Qing had to be careful when washing her with a soft towel, afraid of rubbing her skin raw.

He Roushuang was so relaxed she was nearly dozing off in the tub when she suddenly felt a weight shift beside her, causing water to slosh over the rim.

“You… what are you doing?!”

He Roushuang’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as she saw Shi Qing approaching her completely naked. The woman’s long, silky hair clung to her cheeks and cascaded down to her collarbones, like the bewitching tresses of a sea siren.

“Fulfilling my duties,” Shi Qing replied.

“Miss He, isn’t this how lovers are supposed to act?”

Shi Qing’s heart was pounding. She had never done anything like this before, but she was the kind of person who strived for perfection, whether it was in a proper relationship or this unconventional lover arrangement.

She hoped the cooking tutorial videos she had asked her classmates for—the ones with the explicit scenes—would prove useful. She had watched them on the bus, her face flushed and ears burning.

“Or… do you want to be the passive one?”

He Roushuang: !

Who could possibly handle this?!

The sound of splashing water erupted again, but this time it was the sound of a shy little duck flapping its wings and leaping out of the bathtub in a panic.

“N-no, that’s not necessary.”

He Roushuang grabbed a white bath towel and wrapped it around herself, fleeing the scene in utter disarray.

Only after slamming the bathroom door shut did He Roushuang regain her composure.

Wait a minute!

Something’s not right here!

I’m supposed to be the Gold Master! Why am I the one running away in panic?!

This little minx Shi Qing is breaking the rules, shamelessly flirting with her Gold Master and getting handsy! She needs to be punished!

Even if she’s the Female Lead, she deserves punishment! I’ll punish her even if it means she’ll resent me later and I’ll become the villainous supporting character!

After debating internally for ages, He Roushuang found herself unable to bring herself to impose any severe punishment when the time came.

Instead, she stood at the bathroom door, cleared her throat, and issued a warning to Shi Qing, who was still showering inside.

“You overstepped today. Don’t take it upon yourself to do things I haven’t authorized.”

“You’ll be sleeping on the floor in the living room tonight. I’ll bring out a blanket for you. Use this time to reflect on what you should and shouldn’t do.”

He Roushuang delivered this line with what she considered a cold and detached tone, then turned to retrieve a spare blanket from her bedroom.

Almost instinctively, she knelt down and spread the blanket out neatly. Only after finishing did she realize she was being far too solicitous—not at all like the domineering CEO she was supposed to be!

How did I turn into a virtuous wife and loving mother, hosting a guest because there aren’t enough beds in the house?

Still, since she’d already done it, He Roushuang at least wouldn’t kick the blanket out of place.

She stood up, rubbed her lower back, and retreated to her own room to sleep. Heh heh, my three-meter-wide bed, my million-dollar custom-made mattress!

Everything He Roushuang had once dreamed of was now hers.

When Shi Qing emerged from the steamy bathroom, this was the scene that greeted her.

Despite being a luxurious mansion, the interior embraced a minimalist style. The furniture was sparse, but the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city’s vibrant nightscape.

Her bedding had been neatly arranged on the floor, complete with a soft mattress thoughtfully placed beneath it.

Is this the punishment He Roushuang mentioned? Shi Qing wondered. It’s far too gentle.

Having dried her hair in the bathroom, Shi Qing slipped into the covers without hesitation.

The bedding carried a faint, delicate fragrance, strikingly similar to He Roushuang’s personal scent.

Shi Qing couldn’t resist burying her nose deep into the covers, inhaling deeply. The scent was indeed identical—like perfume lingering in a sunlit forest, utterly captivating.

From a young age, Shi Qing had learned to read people’s expressions. Living with her mother in the homes of relatives in the city, she was constantly subjected to their nagging.

Yet she remained grateful to her relatives for providing her with a room at minimal rent.

As a result, she paid little attention to He Roushuang’s petty harassment.