After Teasing the Heroine and Running Away, I Was Forced into Love - Chapter 40

Shi Qing disappeared from the bedroom so abruptly because her same-city delivery had arrived. The courier, dressed in a red uniform and wearing a cap, stood at the door, beaming cheerfully.

“Miss, your package.”

Shi Qing reached for a pen nearby, signed for the delivery, and handed the pen back to the courier. She carried the heavy box back to her desk.

Finding a simple utility knife, she carefully sliced through the tape sealing the box.

The package was securely wrapped. At the top lay a crisp white sheet of paper, bearing familiar, delicate handwriting:

This is something I’ve carefully prepared for you. Go get that rich lady, Qingqing!

The note was signed with a smiley face.

Shi Qing’s lips twitched slightly. She truly didn’t know what to say about her best friend.

Their friendship had begun quite by chance. During her school days, Shi Qing always rushed to class at the last minute, often ending up in the front row.

This habit led to frequent collisions with a classmate who habitually overslept. Since both often ended up in the two seats below the podium, they eventually got to know each other.

Compared to Shi Qing’s daily grind of multiple part-time jobs that left her dizzy with exhaustion, Qin Wenlu’s life seemed downright luxurious.

The saying that a sunny family breeds a cheerful and carefree personality certainly held true.

Shi Qing placed the note on the table and continued unpacking. It was a list of recommended toiletries. She picked up a bottle and sniffed it—a delicate, elegant fragrance wafted from the gap around the cap.

Just when she thought she’d unpacked everything, she discovered a small compartment at the bottom of the box.

Shi Qing was puzzled. Qin Wenlu hadn’t mentioned anything about additional items being sent.

But since it was a gift from a close friend, she was confident it couldn’t be harmful. She removed the cardboard divider.

Inside were individually wrapped packages. Shi Qing had no idea what they were, but curiosity compelled her to pick one up and examine it closely.

Almost immediately, her neck and earlobes flushed a vibrant, pomegranate-shell red.

Pink and vivid.

Qin Wenlu is really going overboard, supporting me like this…

To be honest, Shi Qing hadn’t even considered taking things that far. After all, who would jump into something so intense so early in a relationship?

People who do that are purely driven by lust, not love.

Just then, she heard a noise behind her. How could she describe the feeling?

It was like when she was a child, secretly watching TV and hearing her parents’ keys turning in the lock—the sound was as terrifying as the footsteps of a ghost climbing the stairs in a horror movie.

Shi Qing frantically tried to close the box, but in her haste, she dropped it.

He Roushuang, still in her pajamas, pushed open the door and felt something roll against her slipper. She looked down.

Pink.

Ew… what an ugly color combination.

Why is Shi Qing buying toys? We don’t even have any pets.

The moment He Roushuang opened the door, she had glimpsed a delivery box on Shi Qing’s desk. Now, as she crouched down to pick up the object,

He Roushuang: ……

This was so explicit it practically needed to be censored.

After all, the original work had been published on a green, pure, and untainted website. Overly explicit scenes were often vaguely described as “after a night of passion” or “after the storm, the sky cleared.”

Shi Qing wanted to die.

She really wanted to die.

“I’m sorry… this… this was sent by a friend. I didn’t know it contained these things.”

Shi Qing’s fingers trembled as she reached to take the item from Sister He’s hand, but the more nervous she became, the more mistakes she made. Her hand brushed against the back of Sister He’s hand without fully grasping the object.

“Are you preparing to become someone’s mistress?” He Roushuang asked, her eyes narrowing with amusement.

To be honest, the nightmare she’d had last night had been terrifying, but this morning’s incident was so absurdly funny that even her gloomy mood had brightened.

“You could say that…”

The sound of a mosquito buzzing near her ear.

“You really don’t need to do this,” He Roushuang said, standing up and taking the box from Shi Qing’s hand. She stuffed the items back inside.

“Compared to these…” He Roushuang’s fingertips gently brushed the back of Shi Qing’s hand. “I still prefer your hands.”

If she had said this to a stranger, it would undoubtedly be considered harassment. But their relationship was far from ordinary.

He Roushuang brazenly exercised her greatest privilege as the Gold Master, watching the little golden canary before her blush crimson.

How amusing, she thought smugly. Teasing the Female Lead.

“Shanjian, you haven’t been out in days, have you?”

Inside the racetrack, a group of men in flashy racing suits leaned against each other, chatting.

It’s common knowledge that male leads need to possess cool and impressive skills; otherwise, they’re not worthy of being male leads.

Whether it’s fencing or racing, they must have a unique talent that allows them to show off without being too mainstream.

So, naturally, He Shanjian was also a skilled racer.

“Don’t even mention it,” he replied. “My dad suddenly fell ill and was hospitalized. I had to stay by his side for days.”

The remaining days were entrusted to He Roushuang, which finally gave He Shanjian the freedom to escape.

He had no interest in caring for the old man.

Every time he sat by the bedside, he was bombarded with lectures: “You need to be kinder to your sister,” “Siblings shouldn’t fight,” and other tiresome platitudes that made him want to punch someone.

Seriously…

How could he possibly be nice to a woman who had stolen his inheritance?

If this were ancient times, he would have crippled her for the sake of his reputation, then sent assassins to dismember her body and dump the remains into the sea to feed the fish.

“You’re such a filial son,” one of the men teased. “Unlike us—our old man has a pretty nurse to keep him company.”

He Shanjian’s lips curled into a slight smirk.

“Haha… My mom’s like a tigress. Even if my dad wanted a pretty nurse, he wouldn’t dare try.”

Though Jiang Hui endlessly favored her son, deep down, He Shanjian, like his father, despised his mother.

He despised his mother’s vulgarity and resented his own lack of a powerful maternal family like He Roushuang’s, which would have given him influence within the group.

His mother loved returning to her maiden home for Lunar New Year, but he loathed the place. His maternal relatives were a crude bunch, smacking their lips while eating, which made him want to flip the table.

His filial piety toward his mother had gradually eroded over the years, vanishing into nothing.

“But he didn’t die this time. If he had…”

“Wouldn’t you have inherited half the estate directly? Then you wouldn’t have to put up with your sister’s arrogance anymore!”

After a person’s death, the spouse is the first to inherit the estate.

He and his mother would have claimed two shares.

No matter how He Roushuang looked at it, she would have been at a disadvantage.

However… all these scenarios assumed He Wenzhi hadn’t made a will.

If his father hadn’t been rescued that day, or if he were still in a coma, he could have had people openly search his room or other apartments.

Then he could bribe a lawyer.

Bribe everyone else.

It would only be a matter of time before He Roushuang was ousted.

After all, most of the evidence had already been destroyed, leaving He Roushuang with nothing but empty claims.