Hot Search Incoming: The Yandere Heiress’s Wife-Chasing Livestream - Chapter 10

Are you angry?

Good. Let it eat you up.

Gu Zhichou laughed maniacally in her mind. You wanted to change the scene? You wanted to make the Little Mute disappear?

Now I’m not following your script. Let’s see who gets more desperate.

If she wasn’t mistaken, Lin Ruoyun’s decision to become her maid definitely had ulterior motives.

And it was highly likely she’d try to harm her again.

While Gu Zhichou couldn’t guarantee she could stop Lin Ruoyun from coming, she certainly wouldn’t let her live comfortably in her house.

At the very least, she’d treat her like Cinderella.

Except Lin Ruoyun wasn’t as beautiful as Cinderella, and no prince would ever fall for her.

Gu Zhichou lazily leaned back against the bed, hugging a pillow.

She had a habit of holding something close, no matter what she was doing.

That’s why, at the library, she’d instinctively reach out to hug Shi Mi.

Shi Mi was slightly shorter than her, with a soft, fragrant body.

When they fell, Gu Zhichou’s hand had pressed against the softness of Shi Mi’s chest.

At the thought, the tips of Gu Zhichou’s ears began to burn.

But she quickly dismissed the memory.

Hmph, I’m a noble young lady. I’ll never let her touch me like that again.

Gu Zhichou conveniently forgot that she had been the one to catch Shi Mi in the first place.

Her pride wouldn’t allow her to lower herself.

Even if she acted on impulse, she’d never admit it.

Lin Ruoyun, sprawled on the floor, pursed her lips and continued her tearful plea.

“Zhichou, I’ll do anything if you just forgive me.”

“I’ll even become your maid, at your beck and call.”

Gu Zhichou marveled at her sheer audacity.

Someone like her wants to be my maid?

She rolled her eyes and sneered, “Lin Ruoyun, your acting is so bad, even in Hengdian, you’d only get cast as a corpse.”

Gu Zhichou had finally figured it out.

In this scene, she could insult Lin Ruoyun all she wanted, as long as she didn’t explicitly refuse to let her be her maid.

Once the main subject was clarified, side issues would inevitably arise to interfere.

Ning Yiyuan frowned deeply, glancing at his watch, his patience wearing thin.

“Miss Lin, did you not hear what I just said? If that’s the case, I’ll have my bodyguards escort you out personally.”

Gu Zhichou’s face twitched violently, desperate to say something to stop him.

Yet she stubbornly held back, her face turning red from the effort.

The bullet comments began to worry about her.

Is she constipated? Or is it just too hot?

Zhizhi, what are you holding back? You look so uncomfortable. Could Lin Ruoyun have made her sick with anger?

Then she’ll have to stay in the hospital a few more days…

Gu Zhichou nearly spat bl00d.

I wasn’t sick before, but you’re all driving me crazy!

Her cheeks puffed out, the line about to burst from her lips.

Gu Zhichou, do you really want her hanging around your house, getting in your way?

If even you can’t resist her, how can you ever be the female lead?

“Wait…”

The single word pried open Gu Zhichou’s clenched teeth. Lin Ruoyun’s eyes lit up, thinking she had a chance.

But Gu Zhichou merely smiled sweetly, flipped her hair, and said, “Next time, don’t cry so much. Your makeup looks like a clown’s.”

Gu Zhichou genuinely hated seeing others cry.

She especially loathed Qiao Zhiyue.

Qiao Zhiyue’s words were razor-sharp, and she never minced her words with anyone.

Gu Zhichou, on the other hand, was incapable of sweet talk.

Even when trying to comfort Shi Mi, she had to rack her brains for a solution.

Speaking of which…

Where had the Little Mute gone again?

Was she off working on someone else’s scenes?

Gu Zhichou had always assumed that when Shi Mi wasn’t with her, she was busy in other characters’ shots.

But in reality, without Gu Zhichou, Shi Mi’s world was empty.

Most of the time, she drifted in unconscious slumber.

Only Gu Zhichou’s presence could fill the void.

Her memories were fragmented, but thankfully, the photos remained.

That’s why Shi Mi took a picture every time she saw Gu Zhichou.

Gu Zhichou had left so abruptly last time that she hadn’t had time to react.

When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with sorrow.

Shi Mi couldn’t find her easily.

Just as Gu Zhichou had no idea how to find her own Little Mute.

After Ning Yiyuan drove Lin Ruoyun away, the power of the plot completely vanished.

She collapsed onto the bed.

If she hadn’t temporarily manipulated a supporting character, she would never have been able to politely refuse Lin Ruoyun’s request.

Gu Zhichou tugged at the corner of her lips, thinking, At least this is some kind of progress.

The last time Qiao Zhiyue had tried to hug her, she couldn’t escape.

That had been true despair.

Fortunately, heaven never closes all doors. She had Little Mute to help her.

It was just a pity that selfish people were so rarely seen.

Like Manhattan’s heavy rain falling on the other side of the world, Gu Zhichou couldn’t even get wet.

Every encounter was a surprise, and reunions were even rarer.

Even movies don’t have plots like this, she thought with a wry smile, her helplessness well-hidden beneath a starry gaze.

Those who didn’t understand might mistake it for a smile.

But Gu Zhichou simply longed to have someone, for whatever reason.

She needed Shi Mi.

Yet the author and the plot were constantly restraining her.

Gu Zhichou was desperate to become the protagonist, to claim her true identity.

Hearing Shi Mi’s voice, Gu Zhichou realized she called her “Little Mute” to remind herself that no one could truly remain mute forever. Shi Mi’s silence stemmed from her extreme marginalization, not an actual inability to speak.

Gu Zhichou remembered the kindness Shi Mi had shown her. The other girl had saved her, not just once, but multiple times. Finding Shi Mi was her way of repaying that debt. She also hoped to become friends with Shi Mi, though she didn’t expect the other girl to awaken like she had.

Gu Zhichou told herself: Even with a name like “Sorrowful,” you can’t truly be sorrowful. A protagonist can’t afford to lose hope. After all, the most crucial trait of a protagonist is their resilience—their ability to bounce back like an unkillable cockroach.

Lying in bed, Gu Zhichou tried to rest, but suddenly realized that since the introduction of panels, she no longer needed sleep. A simple page turn brought daylight. Even Hou Yi, the legendary archer who shot down the suns, would have been humbled by such efficiency.

Gu Zhichou yawned and called out to the sky, “Hurry up and let me out of the hospital!” She had only been granted permission to visit the library for a single day; she still had to return to the hospital.

Zhizhi will face gossip and rumors the moment she’s discharged. Isn’t it better to rest here for a while?

Lin Ruoyun failed to become her maid this time, but she definitely won’t give up.

Shh! Zhizhi’s about to fall asleep…

She can’t see what we’re saying anyway.

Gu Zhichou opened her eyes a crack and chuckled softly.

What a pity.

If she hadn’t awakened, this might truly have been a real-life version of The Truman Show.

On such a dull night, how wonderful it would be if someone were playing Chopin for her.

Drifting in and out of sleep, Gu Zhichou couldn’t tell if she was dreaming or had entered another scenario.

But she definitely heard beautiful music.

How strange. Does this hospital even have a piano?

The window in her room was slightly ajar, and the music grew louder as it drifted down from above.

The curtains fluttered gently in the breeze.

Moonlight spilled across half of the person’s face, making it almost impossible to see clearly.

Yet her lips curved into a soft smile, her gaze tender.

The dimple on her cheek, paired with the faint blush, made her look like a pure, ethereal spirit.

Ten nimble fingers danced across the black and white keys, pressing and releasing them with practiced grace.

If Shi Mi could make a sound, she would have hummed along.

She had found Gu Zhichou, yet she couldn’t approach her.

All she could do was pour her emotions into the night, using music to tell her everything.