Hot Search Incoming: The Yandere Heiress’s Wife-Chasing Livestream - Chapter 11

Gu Zhichou woke up the next morning feeling like it was all a dream.

Does this mean the plot won’t trigger while I’m in the hospital? she wondered. Otherwise, why would they let me sleep through the night without a scene change?

Even now, Gu Zhichou couldn’t fully grasp her situation.

Her trip to the library had been primarily about spending time with Shi Mi, and she hadn’t really looked for any books. Now, going back would be difficult.

Speaking of which, Qiao Zhiyue should be spreading rumors about my secret crush on her by now.

This is supposed to be a fixed plot point. Can I change it?

Gu Zhichou frowned, realizing she had only managed to barely delay the side characters’ storylines. Changing the protagonist’s would be even harder.

But now, Qiao Zhiyue and Lin Ruoyun were at odds, both vying for her attention…

Gu Zhichou’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. Perhaps I can use this to my advantage.

A maid is out of the question. I’ll never let Lin Ruoyun set foot in the Gu Family’s mansion. Her mere presence would taint the air of my home.

Gu Zhichou crossed her arms and huffed, grabbing her phone to leave.

Ning Yiyuan, ever the stern guardian, blocked her path.

“Miss, you promised me you’d wait until your discharge to return home after visiting the library.”

Gu Zhichou raised an eyebrow and rubbed her ear. “Did I?”

Ning Yiyuan expressionlessly pulled out his phone, displaying the contact information for Gu Zhichou’s mother. After all, they must have contacted her to arrange her early discharge.

Gu Zhichou knew all too well how much her mother loved to nag.

She rarely returned home, but her mother would call constantly, her words wearing thin from endless warnings against wandering off.

Gu Zhichou pouted, her mood shifting faster than the turn of a page.

“Fine, I get it,” she said. “I’m just going for a quick walk downstairs. I’ll be right back.”

Ning Yiyuan nodded. “Then I’ll accompany you, Miss.”

Why is Zhizhi in such a hurry to go back? Is she meeting someone?

I’m just worried the rumors might push Zhizhi to another breakdown…

All this time I’ve been following her, and finally, the crybaby doesn’t cry anymore!

Gu Zhichou rolled her eyes. In the original plot, she had indeed been a crybaby. But things were different now. She would never cry so easily again—or rather, no one could make her cry anymore.

Speaking of which, weren’t the bullet comments always watching? Why were they still asking who she was meeting?

Gu Zhichou shook her head, dismissing the thought.

Last time, she had run down the stairs. This time, she took the elevator.

When Ning Yiyuan pressed the button for the first floor, her brow furrowed.

Something felt off.

The first time she met Shi Mi, Gu Zhichou had taken the elevator up from the first floor. So why had Shi Mi encountered her before the elevator reached its destination?

That meant Shi Mi must have been going up as well. Otherwise, the elevator would have taken Gu Zhichou to the top floor first before coming down to pick her up.

But why?

Shi Mi had already delivered her package by then.

She should have taken the elevator downstairs.

Could it be… she came specifically to find me?

Gu Zhichou’s pupils dilated sharply. That’s impossible, she thought.

A coincidence, it must be a coincidence.

Shi Mi probably just needed to go to a higher floor to retrieve something.

But once the thought had surfaced, it was hard to suppress.

Gu Zhichou licked the corner of her mouth, her gaze drifting.

A secret delight stirred within her. She knew she was attractive, but surely not enough to captivate an insignificant nobody like Shi Mi?

Narcissism was etched into her very bones.

After all, her privileged upbringing had molded her personality.

Even though her character in the drama was a gentle heiress, that didn’t mean her self-aware consciousness remained so humble.

Gu Zhichou pondered for a moment, then suddenly snapped out of her reverie.

She waved her hand in the air.

Ning Yiyuan tilted his head. “Miss, what’s wrong?”

“So many mosquitoes.”

Are there?

He glanced around suspiciously several times but couldn’t spot a single mosquito.

Gu Zhichou pressed her lips together, struggling to suppress a smile.

In truth, she was merely reminding herself not to think about Shi Mi so often.

She was losing all her young mistress’s composure.

Still, the corners of her lips couldn’t help but curve upward.

The hospital grounds had a large open area downstairs, and fortunately, it was deserted at the moment.

Gu Zhichou had always disliked crowded places.

She used to avoid parties and social gatherings, rarely making friends.

Everyone she met seemed as cunning as devils.

With Gu Zhichou’s characteristically naive mind, she would be manipulated with just a few words.

That’s why the author had kept her social circle so small—it wasn’t entirely unreasonable.

But now, Gu Zhichou felt differently.

Sometimes, even if you didn’t want to make friends, you had to.

Draped in a light sun-protective jacket, Gu Zhichou sat on a bench.

After all, she had only recently recovered from her illness.

She felt perfectly fine now, but there was a certain kind of illness: the kind that makes your parents think you’re still sick.

Gu Zhichou lowered her head and chuckled softly, a hint of irony in her voice.

“She’s not here, but she sure talks a lot.”

Ning Yiyuan stood guard nearby, occasionally glancing at his watch.

Hearing Gu Zhichou’s murmur, his eyes darkened slightly.

He pulled out his phone and sent a message to someone:

Mr. Gu, could you come to personally pick up Miss Zhichou from the hospital?

The chat interface was nearly empty, containing only Ning Yiyuan’s reports.

He lowered his gaze, as if this were a familiar routine.

Gu Zhichou leaned back, her eyes slightly narrowed, as if exhausted. Her cheeks were pale, and despite the sweltering heat, not a single bead of sweat glistened on her skin.

Her vigilance had grown increasingly sharp. She knew she could be thrust into the next scene at any moment. After all, the plot wouldn’t consider her feelings. When her turn came, she would have to appear, no matter what. Even actors didn’t work this hard, she thought.

Though Gu Zhichou was tall for a woman, the hospital gown only accentuated her frailness. Her slightly curled hair partially obscured her face, revealing glimpses of her features.

Then she heard an unusual sound of watering.

Gu Zhichou frowned and turned toward the noise. She saw a woman in work clothes, her back to her, watering flowers. One glance was all it took for her to recognize Shi Mi.

The corners of her mouth, which had been drooping for so long, suddenly curved into a smile.

“Little Mute,” she murmured.

Ning Yiyuan didn’t know who she was referring to. He simply watched as she slowly approached the working woman.

Shi Mi caught a whiff of the familiar fragrance and paused, setting down her tools. She looked up.

The sickly beauty seemed even thinner than before. Had she not slept well last night? After all the music Shi Mi had played for her.

It wasn’t that Shi Mi hadn’t noticed Gu Zhichou; rather, she knew she had no right to approach unless Gu Zhichou initiated contact.

Given her role as an insignificant character, barely even a supporting one, she naturally felt a sense of awe toward those who played more prominent parts in the story.

But Shi Mi was different.

She loved appearing in different scenes, always searching for Gu Zhichou first.

Terrified, yet unable to resist her fascination.

Shi Mi had often wondered why she couldn’t speak. She assumed it was a problem with her vocal cords, never realizing it was because she had no name or identity.

No lines, no role.

“Little Mute, do you remember me?” Gu Zhichou grinned, pointing to her own face, her eyes sparkling.

She frantically prayed in her heart, You must remember.

Even if you don’t, it doesn’t matter. I’ll tell you again and again the name I chose for you.

Thankfully, the girl she had longed for nodded.

Her eyes, fixed on hers, seemed to convey a thousand unspoken words.

I remember.

You are my protagonist.