All I Want Is to Hold the Heroine in My Arms [Transmigration into a Book] - Chapter 27
The warmth between their closely pressed bodies was noticeable. Shi Yi tried to pull away, but Wan Shuang held her tightly.
Shi Yi was slightly taller than Wan Shuang, so now the tip of her nose was filled with the light, clean scent of the girl’s hair.
At the entrance, Xiao Huang glanced at the two girls hugging again. Understanding the situation, he quietly pulled his boyfriend outside to help arrange the flower bouquets.
“Shi… Sister Shi Yi…”
The girl in her arms murmured, her voice soft, a little playful, but clearly emotional.
Shi Yi could sense the shift in Wan Shuang’s mood. She stopped trying to escape the embrace and gently asked, “What’s wrong?”
What was wrong?
Wan Shuang didn’t really know.
She only knew that Shi Yi hadn’t followed the plot. In fact, it was one of the most important turning points in the story.
Which meant…
In this world, maybe Shi Yi wouldn’t end up with Jing Yijie after all?
Of course, that was only Wan Shuang’s guess.
“Do you… have feelings for Jing Yijie?”
Wan Shuang slowly let go of her and took a careful step back.
She wanted to hear Shi Yi’s answer. She needed to know if her guess was correct.
Shi Yi thought about Jing Yijie’s face for a moment, then shook her head and said, “No.”
She had heard about Jing Yijie from Wen Yao before. Her impression of him could be summed up in four words: unfaithful and flirtatious.
Because of her own experiences, Shi Yi despised men who were irresponsible in relationships.
How could she ever fall in love with someone like that?
And if she ever did, it would only be because she was pretending.
That’s what Shi Yi thought.
…
Even after returning home, the only word that kept echoing in Wan Shuang’s mind was “No.”
That was the answer she had been hoping for. And it made her heart race with excitement.
If the female lead didn’t even like the male lead, how could they possibly end up together?
Besides, looking at Shi Yi’s expression, it was clear that she didn’t have any feelings for Jing Yijie at all.
“Hehehe.”
Wan Shuang couldn’t hold back her joy and burst into laughter.
She turned to look at the mirror on the hallway cabinet. Her reflection showed the exact look of someone basking in petty triumph.
Wait—why call it petty?
This is what a goddess in victory looks like!
Later that night, lying on her bed, Wan Shuang couldn’t stop rolling around.
Just the thought of Shi Yi rejecting Jing Yijie’s invitation made her so happy she couldn’t stay still.
“Does this count as completing my first goal after entering this book? Keeping Yi Yi away from the male lead?!”
She suddenly remembered the bold determination she had when she first arrived in this world.
“…”
Well, it should count, right?
But…
What if Jing Yijie keeps chasing after Yi Yi?
That thought made Wan Shuang stop rolling. She sat up on the bed and began thinking seriously about the problem.
But even after three full days, she couldn’t come up with a solution.
“My brother said, why have you been frowning so much these past two days?”
Jiang Ye draped his sun-protective jacket over Wan Shuang’s head to keep her from getting sunburned.
“You’ve got something on your mind?” he asked again.
Wan Shuang looked at the boys running the 1000-meter race on the field. Then she glanced at Jiang Ye, who had finished his own run and was now blocking the sun for her. She nodded and said, “Yeah.”
“Tell your big brother. I’ll help you sort it out!”
Wan Shuang sighed softly and replied, “You wouldn’t understand.”
“You haven’t even told me yet! How would I know?”
“You eternal single dog…”
“What?” Jiang Ye threw the jacket over her head and put his hands on his hips. “Why the personal attack?”
Then he suddenly realized something and asked, “Wait… are you saying… you like someone? Or someone’s chasing you?”
Wan Shuang thought for a second. Having someone to talk to might not be such a bad idea. So she said quietly, “I like someone…”
Jiang Ye’s eyes lit up. He immediately pulled out his phone and started typing.
Wan Shuang didn’t even blink. She knew exactly what he was doing.
“No need to report to my brother. He already knows.”
Caught red-handed, Jiang Ye didn’t look the least bit embarrassed.
“This is the great mission Brother Cheng gave me before he left the country. I have to follow through. Don’t you agree?”
“Hold on… are you saying Brother Cheng already knows you like someone?” Jiang Ye looked at her as if she had just told him the scariest thing in the world, mouth wide open in shock.
And when Wan Shuang nodded in confirmation, Jiang Ye’s expression became even more exaggerated.
Jiang Ye asked, “Brother Cheng isn’t going to tear that guy apart, right?”
“No,” Wan Shuang replied.
Jiang Ye raised an eyebrow at her response. It felt a little odd.
After all, there had never been another guy besides him who stayed close to Wan Shuang. He still remembered how a boy had confessed to her once, and not long after, that boy was transferred to another school under school orders.
Later, someone with connections to the principal said it had been arranged by Wan Shuang’s brother.
After that, no one dared confess to her again.
“So what exactly are you worried about?”
“What should I do if someone keeps clinging to the person I like?”
Jiang Ye stared for a moment. “That’s it?”
Wan Shuang nodded. “Yes.”
“Just chase them first. Once you’re with them, tell the world you’re the official partner. Why worry about someone else hanging around?”
He patted her shoulder and added, “And if that really doesn’t work, give me that girl’s contact info. I believe that once I step in, I can charm her completely.”
“After that, she won’t bother the person you like anymore.”
Wan Shuang cut him off and asked, “What girl?”
“Wait, didn’t you say someone keeps following the person you like?”
That was when Wan Shuang finally understood.
Jiang Ye didn’t know she liked a girl.
She pictured for a moment how Jiang Ye would try to seduce Jing Yijie, and the image in her mind made her shake her head quickly to get rid of it.
“No need. I think I should handle it myself.” She stood up from the steps and walked toward the edge of the field.
“Where are you going? We still have to run the 800 later.”
“You can run it for me,” she said, waving without looking back.
“What?”
“Ranran, your water.”
Wang Chao wiped off his sweat from running and handed a bottle of water to Ning Ran.
Ning Ran smiled as she accepted it but kept her eyes on the figure walking away from the track.
She has someone she likes now?
That question echoed in Ning Ran’s mind.
She had heard every word Wan Shuang and Jiang Ye said just now.
A sharp gleam flashed in her eyes. As she watched Wan Shuang’s back, a subtle smile curved her lips.
In a spacious hotel suite, the warm lights lit up the room, keeping the darkness of night away. Mo Qing sat on the sofa in the center of the living room.
A few minutes later, someone stepped out from the bedroom.
Mo Qing looked over and saw a man wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. His upper body revealed strong, defined abs.
Mo Qing couldn’t help comparing it to his own soft belly and silently sighed, thinking, “President Wan really has a great body.”
Shaking off that thought, Mo Qing stood up and said, “President Wan.”
“Yes,” Wan Cheng replied.
“I’ve booked the flight back home for tomorrow,” Mo Qing said as he handed over a glass of water. “Should I notify Miss Wan?”
When Mo Qing mentioned Wan Shuang, a faint softness appeared in Wan Cheng’s eyes.
“No. I want to surprise her.”
His voice sounded normal, but Mo Qing could hear the affection behind it.
Just as he was about to leave, Mo Qing stopped and asked, “Should I inform Miss Wen?”
Wan Cheng’s voice instantly turned cold. “No.”
No?
Mo Qing was puzzled.
He had thought something else entirely.
It turned out he was wrong.
“Alright. Then please rest early, President Wan.” Mo Qing left the room after speaking.
The large room was quiet again, leaving Wan Cheng alone. He stared ahead in silence, lost in thought.
Just as he was about to go to bed, a knock came at the door.
Thinking it was Mo Qing who had forgotten something, he opened the door without hesitation.
But standing outside was not his assistant. It was a woman, arms crossed and eyes filled with confidence and pride.
Wen Yao tried to walk in immediately after the door opened, but Wan Cheng’s arm blocked her at the doorway.
“What do you want?” he asked, frowning, his voice cold.
Wen Yao leaned in slowly. When they were just ten centimeters apart, she gently blew on his ear and said in a sultry voice, “I heard you’re going back tomorrow. I came to spend a little time with you.”
Wan Cheng didn’t move aside. His eyes were sharp and fixed on her.
Wen Yao didn’t show any fear like she once had. She smiled and teased, “What? Scared just because I slept with you?”
“That’s enough,” Wan Cheng replied, his brows furrowed tighter.
Wen Yao touched his abs with her fingertip and said clearly, “No. I’m not stopping.”
She grabbed his arm and pushed it away from the doorframe, stepping inside.
The moment she touched him, Wan Cheng froze.
Before he could respond, Wen Yao pressed him against the wall.
She was nearly one meter seventy tall. With her high heels, she stood almost eye level with him. Her lips brushed lightly against his Adam’s apple.
She gave it a soft kiss, then stood on her toes and kissed his lips.
“What are you doing?” Wan Cheng pushed her away, his tone sharp.
“What do you think I’m doing?” Wen Yao traced her finger across his chest and spoke in a low, seductive voice. “The same fun thing we did the other night.”
Wan Cheng opened the door and looked at her coldly.
“Miss Wen, please have some self-respect.”
“What are you saying, Mr. Wan? Back then when you kept chasing after me, asking me to repay you, where was your self-respect then?”
Wen Yao remembered the first time they met. She had only accidentally broken his bracelet, and he had stared at her like he wanted to kill her.
When they met again, he brought her to a jewelry workshop and made her recreate the same bracelet overnight.
That torment was enough to make her want to run every time she saw him.
Wan Cheng had only said one sentence: “That bracelet was important.”
“And so am I,” Wen Yao replied as she looked him straight in the eye.