After Teasing the Heroine and Running Away, I Was Forced into Love - Chapter 52

Sensing something was amiss, He Roushuang immediately instructed her assistant to investigate. Fortunately, the preparations she had made since transmigrating proved effective, and the assistant’s investigation didn’t take long.

“He Shanjian went to the port, seemingly to pick someone up, but we don’t know who exactly,” the assistant reported over the phone.

“Continue investigating. We can’t afford to be careless,” He Roushuang replied before hanging up. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Actually… Shi Qing’s first time was a bit rough, but I don’t want anyone to dwell on it.

So she kept quiet about it.

“He Roushuang, you’re truly cut out for digging up wild vegetables,” she muttered to herself.

Bending down, He Roushuang cupped water from the faucet, the gentle bubbles washing over her palms. The icy water jolted her awake.

Water droplets slid down her slightly rounded chin, revealing faint marks on her collarbone. A small scab had formed on her lip.

She gently touched the scab with her warm fingertip, feeling a slight ache and swelling.

Is this guy a reincarnated dog? He Roushuang wondered inwardly.

Knock, knock, knock!

The sound of knocking startled her back to reality. Through the frosted glass door, she heard Shi Qing’s slightly hoarse voice faintly call out.

“Sister, breakfast is ready.”

Shi Qing’s voice was like a master calling her pet cat. He Roushuang hurried out of the bathroom, and as soon as she opened the door, she saw Shi Qing’s face, plump with collagen.

Her cheeks were slightly rounded; if she fully blossomed, she would likely become a great beauty.

“Mm,” He Roushuang replied, slowly following behind her.

“My dad contacted me.”

Shi Qing had received a call from an unfamiliar number while making breakfast. Normally, Shi Qing was so poor that even telemarketers wouldn’t bother her.

Though she had recently come into money, it was clear that the pyramid scheme companies’ phone lists hadn’t been updated yet.

He Roushuang froze at Shi Qing’s words, momentarily forgetting who the Female Lead’s father was.

After all, she had been transmigrated for so long and wasn’t about to memorize a novel she had only casually skimmed.

“Has he changed his mind?”

As they walked through the corridor to the dining room, He Roushuang noticed Shi Qing had placed a couple of delicate flowers on the table. Their subtle fragrance filled the air, easing He Roushuang’s fatigue from staying up late.

“For someone like him, changing his mind is meaningless.”

Shi Qing clenched her fists, her disgust for her father, who had abandoned them at the last moment, palpable.

“But Mom wants to see him,” Shi Qing said. “She says I should at least meet my biological father once.”

Shi Qing barely touched her food. At times like these, nothing tasted good, and it was hard to swallow.

“This is your choice,” He Roushuang said. “It’s a decision you, your aunt, and I have made. You don’t need to listen to him.”

Although He Roushuang strongly supported the Female Lead staying away from her gambling-addicted father, she understood that bl00d ties couldn’t be severed overnight, especially in a melodramatic, over-the-top novel world.

“No… I want to hear your opinion,” Shi Qing said, looking up at He Roushuang. “I think… the reason he’s willing to come back and see me now is because he knows I’m with you.”

“So, he’s trying to use you, Sister.”

The fork slipped from He Roushuang’s hand and clattered onto the table. She hadn’t expected Shi Qing to side with her so strongly, and she was secretly pleased.

But she couldn’t grin foolishly. She clenched her fist and cleared her throat softly.

“Then listen to your mother. Meet him once or twice to appease her, but don’t give him any money.”

If they didn’t meet, the other party would undoubtedly keep pestering her. He Roushuang’s memory, while not as sharp as a young person’s, still retained some fragments of the original novel’s plot.

In the original story, Shi Qing’s father had been portrayed as an exceptionally clingy and annoying character, driving readers to exasperation.

Encountering such a man in real life would only amplify the annoyance. After all, even reading about him had been suffocating; facing him in person, locked in a staring contest, would be even more suffocating.

“I will,” Shi Qing replied with a warm smile, feeling He Roushuang’s concern and protectiveness.

After dinner, He Roushuang didn’t rush to leave.

Using the excuse of needing to retrieve some work documents from the study, she entered the room and crouched down, mimicking the stealthy movements of a spy in a movie.

She began turning the combination dial on her safe.

With a series of clicks, He Roushuang carefully opened the steel door. If this were an ordinary wealthy man’s safe, it would likely contain stacks of gold bars or highly confidential documents.

Even the cleaning lady who occasionally came to tidy up held such expectations.

But inside, there were no gold bars. Instead, there was only a simple notebook filled with hurried, barely legible handwriting—a chaotic cursive script that even He Roushuang herself struggled to decipher.

She dared not write too clearly or plainly, for if this notebook were ever leaked, there would be only two possible outcomes.

First, she’d be seen as having a mental breakdown. Second, if anyone actually believed the book’s contents, she’d be viewed with suspicion.

He Roushuang sat on the floor, flipping through the notes she had frantically scribbled down when she first transmigrated.

The first few pages were filled with her panic and anxiety. Upon closer inspection, tear stains were visible—He Roushuang had truly been crying as she wrote, nearly bubbling with snot.

Some might think she was overreacting.

But consider this:

Imagine being transported to a completely unfamiliar world, with no system to guide you. Every word spoken, every concept shared, felt like listening to celestial scripture.

Anyone would break down under such circumstances.

The notebook began with a concise summary of the book’s plot—the exposition, rising action, climax, and resolution—clearly outlining the key events.

Next came descriptions of the malevolent characters, warning of the utmost caution required when dealing with them. Once tainted by their influence, it was like stepping in a pile of sh1t.

He Roushuang had even drawn a particularly vivid illustration of a steaming turd, radiating a foul stench.

Beneath this, as expected, was Shi Jianye’s name.

What did this signify?

This man was no good. Even the Male Lead had a rotten personality; this one was likely beyond redemption.

He Roushuang sighed.

Once the Female Lead had resolved her lingering concerns, she absolutely had to kick this damned bloodsucking man far away!

She couldn’t let him interfere with Shi Qing’s affairs.

By the time He Roushuang was ready to leave, she had changed into a complete outfit. Her silk blouse was light and breathable, paired with a thin jacket that wouldn’t feel stuffy even in the summer heat.

“Sister… you already have me, so please don’t…”

Shi Qing’s words trailed off. She had always felt she lacked the right to control He Roushuang.

After all, who would pay someone to act like their father and restrict their freedom?

But… just thinking about what might have happened behind that frosted glass made her teeth ache with jealousy.

Shi Qing didn’t know how to express herself. Almost instinctively, she didn’t want He Roushuang to leave her side, even though their relationship had already deepened.

But it wasn’t enough!

She didn’t care about just the body; she wanted both body and soul to feel truly satisfied!

“Don’t… what?”

He Roushuang hesitated, her mind racing. Finally, she realized who Shi Qing meant: Xu Wangjin.