As She Wished (GL) - Chapter 7

Fu Jing stared at the message on the screen, blinking hard, then brought the back of her hand to her cheek. It was indeed a little hot. She quickly replied to Qin Ziqin: [I get it!]

A lychee-flavored lollipop.

She unwrapped it, popped it in her mouth, and quickly sent the third draft of her paper to her supervisor from her computer. She was humming happily.

After sending it, she closed her laptop.

Fu Jing took a shower and, being very obedient, went straight to bed.

“…”

As soon as she fell asleep, she started dreaming continuously.

It was the scene she had seen in her daydream at the bar earlier, continuing on—

Fu Jing accidentally spilled tea on the paper.

The Buddhist scriptures she had copied for over half an hour were now ruined by this tea stain, and she would have to start all over again. The paper was filled with beautiful, delicate small characters, the person copying them in Fu Jing’s own handwriting.

She was originally copying for her.

Fu Jing saw that person’s expression was normal, not even a frown. She simply put down the teapot and sat down beside her, brazenly asking, “Aren’t you angry that I made you copy for so long for nothing? They all say you have the worst temper, that you’re good to me on the surface but secretly hate me to death, and are probably thinking of ways to kill me.”

The person paused, then just smiled, “Then what does Jiaojiao think?”

“I don’t know,” Fu Jing quickly replied, “But I think you at least couldn’t bring yourself to kill me. At most, you’d gain power someday and just quickly kick me away.”

“…Is that truly what you think?”

Fu Jing nodded decisively: “Yes!”

The person smiled again, shaking her head as if she didn’t care at all. After a few seconds, she suddenly reached out and pinched Fu Jing’s nose, her tone betraying a hint of playful exasperation, “You truly are a heartless little thing!”

At that time, osmanthus flowers were just blooming, and autumn filled the land.

This woman, rumored to be the most vicious in the town, seemed to only show graceful and gentle expressions in front of the little princess. Always considerate, indulging, and helplessly doting.

Nine years older, she had practically raised her.

They relied on each other and truly doted on her for a lifetime.

Later, a bitter winter covered the city.

In the mountain temple, incense smoke curled endlessly.

Fu Jing knelt before the Buddha, her eyes downcast, saying with utmost reverence, “If there is a next life, please do not let her remember me, not even a tiny bit. I will find her, and it will be my turn…”

••••

The next day, the alarm clock rang.

Fu Jing felt dizzy, almost doubting if she had slept at all last night. She frowned and fumbled for her phone. Her back and waist ached as if she had fallen onto the floor in the middle of the night.

She sat up, turned off the alarm, and struggled to get out of bed.

She remembered dreaming continuously.

Trying to recall what she had dreamed, only a faint, blurry shadow appeared.

Entering the bathroom, Fu Jing groggily brushed her teeth. She looked up at herself in the mirror, her face pale, her eyes lifeless, with clear dark circles.

She looked exactly like a physics student.

“…”

Regarding the dream, she seemed to vaguely recall someone’s words: “I only wish for the princess to be safe and happy, and to live a smooth life… What has your servant ever feared, be it a thousand cuts or eternal infamy?”

She could feel the speaker’s gentle, soft tone, and the unyielding arrogance beneath the seemingly tender and affectionate exterior that had never changed until death.

She didn’t know why the dream felt so real.

Fu Jing spit out a mouthful of foam, hastily splashed water on her face, finished washing up, and weakly walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

She suddenly longed to see Gu Qingci.

Even though she had just woken up, and had just seen her last night. She just missed her so much…

This longing sprung from an unknown source, yet it grew uncontrollably, quickly entwining around her heart, becoming heavy and impossible to ignore in an instant.

She opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk.

Fu Jing was pouring oatmeal into a glass bowl when she suddenly realized that she, a happy graduate student who was supposed to be waiting for her direct Ph.D., now had to wake up early two extra days a week for classes—simply because of Jiang Jianhua’s instructions.

So, if the bar owner required Gu Qingci to work diligently…

Then she could see her beloved on time!

Fu Jing abandoned her breakfast, suppressed her excitement, and dialed Tao Xian’s number.

While waiting, she recalled snippets of conversations she’d heard her mother have during business dealings, trying to glean tips on commercial negotiation tactics.

As soon as the call connected, the other end had just said “hello.”

Fu Jing immediately blurted out, unable to hold back, “Sister, I want to buy the bar. Name your price!” Her voice was clearly excited.

Tao Xian: “…………”

Tao Xian paused for a long time, her voice thick with sleepiness: “Fu Jing, did you go to bed too late yesterday and wake up too early today? Are you still half asleep? Or are you drunk from tea, or dizzy from mixing drinks?”

Fu Jing didn’t understand. “Why say that? Can’t I buy it?”

“Do you have that much money?”

“I think,” Fu Jing said very sincerely, “given your current operating conditions, taking over the bar shouldn’t actually cost too much money.”

Tao Xian: “…No!”

She was both annoyed and amused. She had never seen a new part-timer who, on their second day, wanted to take over the business.

Fu Jing frowned. Since the first plan didn’t work, she quickly changed her approach: “Then can I pay to have Gu Qingci work fixed hours every day?”

Tao Xian really wanted to applaud her fearless, newborn-calf courage.

She couldn’t help but suggest, “I’m not the one who makes the decisions.”

“Don’t lie to me. I know you’re the bar owner, that’s why you always cover for your good friend Gu Qingci. You don’t care if she doesn’t come to work.”

“…”

Tao Xian was stunned by her seemingly logical, but actually completely reversed, conclusion. She was speechless for a long time.

From Fu Jing’s perspective, that was an implicit agreement.

Fu Jing: “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Tao Xian thought for a moment, then tried to hint at the truth: “On the surface, I manage the bar, but the real decisions are all made by Gu Qingci.”

“Oh,” Fu Jing nodded, understanding. “So she’s the president, and you’re the chairman.”

Tao Xian: “…”

Fu Jing lamented, “I also thought that with your math skills, operating a business on your own might be a bit tricky. So it turns out Gu Qingci is helping you. She’s amazing!”

Tao Xian couldn’t refute that and hummed, “Little President Fu, let me warn you first, even if you really bring your family in to acquire the bar—Beauty Gu won’t be under your management.”

Fu Jing instantly felt disappointed: “How can that be…”

Tao Xian chuckled: “That’s just how it is.”

Fu Jing pondered, then quickly proposed a compromise: “Then what do you think about me investing money? If I offer several times her salary, would she be willing to come to work more often?”

“…”

“Please?” Regardless of whether she could see her, Fu Jing instinctively bowed, even whining in a pitiful tone, “I’m begging you~”

On the other end of the phone, Tao Xian couldn’t help but laugh at her. After a while, she slowly said, “I think you and Gu Qingci are actually a good match. She’s the behind-the-scenes president, and you’re the clueless chairman.”

Tao Xian: “How about this, I’ll give you her number. Whatever ideas you have, feel free to propose them directly to Gu Qingci.”

Fu Jing: “…”