Devil or Angel (GL) - Chapter 28
Yiyang saw Zhiyu’s dazed expression and found it a little amusing. She gently took the hand that was resting on her face, holding it in her own, and asked, “Woman, is my face that interesting? That you can’t let go of it?”
Startled, Zhiyu snapped out of her trance, her face flushing bright red. “I… I just wanted to wake you up. Liu Ma said it’s time for lunch.”
“I see. Then why so nervous? But I have to say, you look really cute when you blush!” Yiyang looked at her genuinely, speaking her inner thoughts aloud.
Zhiyu tried to pull her hand back, but Yiyang held on and leaned closer, teasing, “Tell me honestly! Old woman, are you envious of my youthful, tender skin? How does it feel, huh?”
Zhiyu felt a mix of embarrassment and indignation. Wasn’t this just a roundabout way of calling her old? She was only four years older and had a baby face—what was the big deal?
“Hmph! Who’s envious of your undeveloped little face? It feels terrible!” Zhiyu snatched back her hand, pretending to be angry, and stood up to leave.
Watching the seemingly angry back, Yiyang touched her own face and grinned narcissistically. “Honestly, this old woman is kind of interesting!”
She followed Zhiyu to the dining room. At lunch, it was just the two of them, and seeing Liu Ma busy around them, Yiyang invited her to sit and join them.
The three enjoyed their meal together. Liu Ma, noticing the lack of interaction between the two, tried to liven things up with recent amusing stories.
Yiyang, accustomed to Liu Ma’s humor, remained calm, but Zhiyu found it fascinating and couldn’t help laughing.
This smile made Yiyang freeze mid-bite, staring blankly at the smiling woman across from her. The scene was so beautiful that it made Yiyang forget words and actions. She didn’t understand why she was so captivated, feeling strangely drawn to someone in a way she never had before.
Seeing her “kindred spirit” enjoying herself, Liu Ma happily kept talking. After a long stretch, realizing her mouth was dry, she paused to drink some water. She noticed the other sitting there like a wooden figure, staring blankly.
“Hey, young miss, what are you doing? Daydreaming during lunch?” Liu Ma waved her hand in front of Zhiyu’s face.
Zhiyu looked up at Yiyang. Not paying attention might have been fine, but looking now, she noticed something unusual in Yiyang’s gaze—a feeling she couldn’t quite describe.
Yiyang, startled by Liu Ma’s hand waving, nervously lowered her head and focused on her bowl, like a guilty thief, avoiding looking at the two of them.
After lunch, Liu Ma went to the kitchen to wash dishes and called Yiyang over. “Yiyang, I noticed your gaze at Zhiyu is a bit strange. You mustn’t do anything immoral!”
“What are you talking about? How am I being immoral? I wasn’t even looking at her—just spacing out, like I always do!” Yiyang was puzzled, not understanding what was so “strange.”
“I can tell it’s different. I had you interact with her to help build a better relationship in the future, but over these few days, your expression when looking at her seems… different. I’m afraid you… like her. And I mean like her.” Liu Ma lowered her voice and whispered near Yiyang’s ear.
“Impossible! You’re crazy! I could never like that woman. Even if every other woman in the world died, I wouldn’t like her,” Yiyang immediately jumped up. The idea was absurd; she couldn’t believe it.
“I hope I’m wrong! You cannot like Zhiyu. Absolutely not. Even though she’s far better than that Lin girl, remember—she’s your future stepmother. If you cross the line with her, people will gossip…”
Liu Ma remained concerned, emphasizing over and over that their relationship had boundaries.
“Alright, I understand. You can relax! Even if I don’t admit she’s my stepmother, I won’t develop feelings for her. I promise. Happy now?”
Hearing this, Liu Ma finally felt slightly reassured. After talking, she sent Yiyang off. Yiyang stepped out of the kitchen for some air, seeing Zhiyu quietly sitting in the garden, seemingly lost in thought. She paused at the doorway, then turned and went upstairs.
The next morning at the company, Yiyang grabbed her secretary. “Xiao Zhou, did you schedule the meeting with the model agency manager? What time will she arrive?”
“Boss, it’s confirmed. She said around 2 PM.”
“Good, and show me the photos from yesterday first.”
Taking the disc from her secretary, Yiyang returned to her office. The unexpected events from yesterday had delayed the shoot, and there were still numerous follow-up tasks—quite stressful.
Going through thousands of photos, she had to pick out the good ones. When she saw Zhiyu’s photos, she couldn’t help pausing. Each shot was perfect; she almost couldn’t delete any.
Her mind recalled Liu Ma’s words. What’s happening to me? No, she absolutely cannot develop feelings for this woman. Yet she kept staring—wasn’t that a sign? And the warmth in her gaze—what did that mean?
Yiyang had intentionally kept her distance last night, even eating after Zhiyu finished. But passing her room, she couldn’t help wondering what Zhiyu was doing—especially thinking that her father might be in the room, which made her uncomfortable.
Everything was inexplicable. She wouldn’t admit these feelings, leaving her in a whirlwind of emotion. Slumped in her chair, she mechanically watched the photos scroll on the screen.
When she saw the photo of the male model harassing Zhiyu, she paused, zoomed in, and slammed her hand on the desk. She wouldn’t let that man get away with it.
Around 1:30 PM, a knock sounded at her office door. Thinking it was her secretary, she called, “Come in!”
Yiyang was reviewing documents and didn’t look up immediately. Hearing approaching high heels, she finally looked and froze.
“You…”
“You…”
They stared at each other in disbelief. One stood, the other looked up. After a long pause, the visitor spoke first: “Yiyang, how have you been lately?”
“Thanks to you, I’m doing alright.”
“Yiyang, I didn’t expect to see you here. I’ve been wanting a chance to explain…”
“Sorry, this is my office time. I don’t discuss personal matters. I have a client coming soon. If you’re here for photography, please register at the front desk. Thank you.” Yiyang coldly cut her off.
“Are you expecting the manager from Yiyun Model Agency?”
“Don’t tell me… you’re Manager Lin?”
“Yes, that’s me. I came early to discuss the incident with our models yesterday. Can we talk now, Mr. Zhang?” Lin Wei said, sitting down and staring directly at Yiyang.
Yiyang could not believe that her first love—the person who had deeply hurt her—was sitting across from her, here for business. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
During negotiations, Yiyang firmly insisted on pursuing the issue, while Lin Wei wanted to minimize it. They clashed.
“Yiyang, I know it was our fault, but there’s no need to go through legal channels. Aren’t you being extreme? Besides, as far as I know, the harassed woman isn’t a model nor your employee. We can just pay her off.”
“Lin Wei, I didn’t expect you to be so shallow. If I slapped you and then threw money at you, would you agree?”
“Would you really do it?” Lin Wei moved closer, leaning over, looking at her with a provocative gaze.
“Manager Lin, please maintain your professionalism!” Yiyang dodged her stare and stood.
“Alright, Mr. Zhang, how about we ask the woman herself what she wants? Let her decide.”
Yiyang thought that made sense. After all, Zhiyu was just temporarily helping with the shoot. She called Liu Ma for the number, but there was no answer.
“That woman! Where has she gone?” Yiyang muttered, pacing with her phone, growing impatient.
Lin Wei stared at Yiyang’s back for a long moment. Her Yiyang had become thinner. Leaving before must have hurt her deeply. This time, she wouldn’t let go.
After several unanswered calls, Yiyang turned, only to find Lin Wei staring at her. She cleared her throat gently. “Sorry, Manager Lin, she’s unreachable at the moment. It’s getting late. Let’s discuss this another day.”
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When Yiyang said “I love her,” both Lin Wei and Zhiyu were shocked. They stared at her in disbelief, filled with confusion.
Fearing that Zhiyu might react badly and ruin things, Yiyang quickly squeezed the back of her hand, then deliberately leaned close, wrapping her arm around Zhiyu’s waist and whispering in her ear, “Woman, emergency situation—help me handle this!”
“What’s in it for me?” Zhiyu secretly poked Yiyang’s waist clockwise with her other hand that wasn’t being held.
“Ouch… Old woman, do you have to be so harsh? Fine, I owe you a favor. From now on, anything you need, just say the word—I won’t hesitate to help, okay?” Yiyang gritted her teeth and said.
“I’ll think about it…”
As they were entwined, seemingly oblivious to the world, Lin Wei’s eyes nearly burned with rage. Her chest tightened with jealousy. She couldn’t believe it—Yiyang must be lying. “Yiyang, everything you told me before… it’s all a lie, isn’t it? You did it on purpose to provoke me, didn’t you? Stop deceiving me.”
“Lin Wei, I already told you clearly—we’re impossible. What else do you want? Believe it or not. Zhiyu, let’s go!” Yiyang said, dragging Zhiyu’s hand as she headed out.
But Lin Wei wasn’t willing to give up. She grabbed Yiyang’s other hand, her face full of sorrow. “Yiyang, I’m sorry. You can punish me however you want, but please, don’t do this! Using some insignificant woman to provoke me—does that make you happy, feel better? Didn’t you remember what we had back then…”
Hearing “back then,” Yiyang paused briefly, then turned sharply. “You still dare to bring up back then? Fine, you don’t believe me, right? You think I’d be stupid enough to wait around after you hurt me? Let me prove to you right now—she is not insignificant!”
Without hesitation, Yiyang pulled Zhiyu close and kissed her in front of everyone. Immediately, the surrounding crowd erupted in excitement. It was explosive! No one had ever seen Miss Zhang act so intimately with another woman in a bar.
This wasn’t a simple kiss. From the moment their lips touched, Yiyang felt it was the most exquisite sensation in the world. Though a little tipsy, she knew exactly what she was doing and who she was kissing. Once it began, it became irresistible.
Originally, she had only intended a light, teasing peck to drive Lin Wei away. But Yiyang found herself unsatisfied and, emboldened by the alcohol, hugged Zhiyu tightly, gradually deepening the kiss and gently exploring with her tongue.
Zhiyu was terrified. When Yiyang’s lips, carrying the faint smell of alcohol, pressed against hers, she froze with wide eyes, unable to move. This was different from the previous “rescue breathing” situation—this was real, and it escalated into a tongue kiss. Her heart seemed to leap into her throat.
Zhiyu had never experienced a kiss so intimate, even with her previous boyfriends. And a kiss between two women? She had never experienced that before.
When Yiyang’s tongue gradually entered, Zhiyu instinctively tried to resist, but Yiyang’s firm grip held her immobile. The kiss deepened, and she could barely breathe.
“Woman, don’t move! You promised to help me.” After a long kiss, Yiyang whispered in her ear, lightly nibbling her small, warm earlobe.
After such a public and intimate display, Lin Wei couldn’t stand it anymore. Stomping in anger, she stormed out of the bar, vowing to reclaim Yiyang—Yiyang was hers and always had been.
Mission accomplished—Lin Wei driven away—Yiyang finally released Zhiyu with a mischievous grin. “Woman, let’s go home!”
Zhiyu was furious, especially noticing the onlookers’ glances and screams at their female-female intimacy. She glared at the playful Yiyang and walked out.
Yiyang staggered after her, muttering, “Woman, why are you leaving so fast? Don’t you want me to come?”
Zhiyu ignored her and walked quickly to the car. Seeing this, Yiyang jogged to catch her wrist. “What’s wrong? Are you mad?”
“Zhang Yiyang, don’t use me as a shield next time. I agreed to help, but I didn’t allow you to do that. And now you’ve overstepped,” Zhiyu said, her face dark.
“Sorry, I apologize. First, thank you for helping. Second, I overstepped because I couldn’t control myself.”
“Couldn’t control yourself? Haha! Did you think I was just another one of your many lovers? Makes sense—you have a long line of lovers. Why use me as one? You could’ve picked anyone in the bar!”
“Woman, listen! I may be drunk, but I know who I’m kissing. And this kiss just now made me realize my heart. I think… I might… be falling in love with you!” Yiyang held Zhiyu’s face tenderly.
“Do you know what you’re saying? We’re both women, and I belong to your father. How long have we even known each other? You can’t casually say ‘love’!” Zhiyu was astonished and smacked her hands away.
“I know, I know everything! But I can’t control my heart. I admit at first I didn’t like you, played tricks on you, bullied you—but that feeling has changed. Every day, I think of you…”
“That’s enough! Stop! I don’t want to hear it! Cut it off immediately. It’s impossible between us!” Zhiyu interrupted, refusing to listen to the rest.
“Why impossible? Because I’m a woman, or because of our identities? Are you afraid of gossip?”
“First, I’ve never liked women. Second, I’m loyal to your father. Most importantly, I don’t like you—and I never will.”
“It’s fine. I’ll wait. I’ll wait for you to fall in love with me.” Yiyang smiled with unwavering determination.
“You’re hopeless. How could you like a woman?” Zhiyu couldn’t understand.
“Do you think it’s weird? But to me, when you love someone, it doesn’t matter if they’re male or female. Love is a feeling, a magnetic pull… Your heart races when you see them, and aches when you don’t. That’s love.”
“Even so, why me? Didn’t you hate me?”
“I want to know too. Maybe you can ask here!” Yiyang pressed Zhiyu’s hand to her chest sincerely.
“Our identities are different. I advise you to let go—it’s better for both of us. Also, that woman from before seems to care about you. You don’t need to waste time on me, chasing an impossible answer…”
“Are you jealous, woman?” Yiyang narrowed her eyes, smiling.
“Ugh…” Zhiyu facepalmed. This “jealousy” nonsense—this kid was really something.
“Fine, you can deny it. But I want to know—when I kissed you just now, did you feel anything?” Yiyang cornered Zhiyu by the car, hands pressing beside her, asking teasingly.
“F-felt… what?” Zhiyu stammered, flustered.
“Didn’t your heart race? Didn’t you feel nervous? Ask your own heart!” Yiyang placed a hand over Zhiyu’s chest.
“I-I didn’t!” Zhiyu blushed even redder than Yiyang had from drinking.
“Be honest—I felt that you enjoyed it. Your little heart was pounding wildly. Admit it, woman, will it kill you?”
“You’re shameless!” Zhiyu pushed her away, opened the car door, and walked off.
“Hey… old woman! Stinky woman! How did I end up loving you?!” Yiyang shouted after her, watching the car disappear.
Initially, Yiyang hoped Zhiyu might soften and turn back, but the car slowly vanished from view. Fine—Zhiyu, you win!
Pouting, Yiyang returned to the bar to drink again. Others, witnessing the earlier complicated love triangle and seeing her sulking at the bar, couldn’t help but be confused.
Meanwhile, Zhiyu drove home, fuming. The events of tonight were the most unbelievable she had ever experienced: she learned Yiyang didn’t like men but liked women, she liked her, and finally, she had been forcefully taken advantage of.