Hot Search Incoming: The Yandere Heiress’s Wife-Chasing Livestream - Chapter 17

“Little Mute, I… I’ll wait for you.”

Whenever Gu Zhichou saw Shi Mi, she lost the aggressive demeanor she usually displayed toward Qiao Zhiyue. Perhaps it was because their meetings were so rare and brief that she didn’t want to waste time on careless words that might hurt Shi Mi.

The paper bag in her hand felt heavy, as if she could sense Shi Mi’s burning heart within it—so thoughtful. Even when overwhelmed with work, Shi Mi had still made time to run over and see her.

Shi Mi smiled and nodded before hurrying back into the shop to resume her duties.

Gu Zhichou watched her retreating figure, her head drooping slightly in disappointment.

Aww, is our Zhizhi sad? Did she fail to win her wife?

And she said she didn’t need our advice…

Gu Zhichou pouted and huffed. “I’m not waiting for her here.”

With that, she climbed into the car, the corners of her mouth twitching upward despite her efforts to suppress the smile.

“I’ll wait for her here.”

Ning Yiyuan glanced back at her and shrugged, seemingly accustomed to her sudden changes of heart. Checking his watch, he asked, “Miss, are we still going to the company?”

Gu Zhichou waved her hand dismissively, eager to open the paper bag. “No, just stop here. I’ll wait for her to get off work.”

Ning Yiyuan sighed, rolled down the window slightly for ventilation, and gazed at Shi Mi’s face. He narrowed his eyes. I don’t know her, but why does she seem so familiar?

Must be my imagination.

Ning Yiyuan rubbed his eyes, thinking, I’m getting old.

Ning Yiyuan couldn’t control the young people’s affairs much, but he would occasionally step in to guide Gu Zhichou when she seemed to be straying down the wrong path.

He wanted to prevent her from being deceived and left with nothing.

In Ning Yiyuan’s eyes, Gu Zhichou was still that little girl in diapers.

Though he thought of her this way, his memories of her were actually quite fragmented. He simply knew he had been there as she grew up.

It was strange.

But in comics, especially for supporting characters, their backstories were often left blank. They just didn’t realize how odd it was.

Gu Zhichou stared at the tiny cake, licking her lips. She wanted to eat it but hesitated.

Shi Mi had specially gotten it for her, but if she didn’t eat it now, it might be gone by the next panel.

Gu Zhichou felt like an angel and a devil were whispering in her mind.

Angel: Oh, God! Little Mute personally chose this! Her hands touched the bag! This is intimate contact! Not eating it would be a waste of her thoughtfulness…

Devil: Don’t listen to her! Treat this cake like Shi Mi! Every flavor should belong to you. Go ahead, savor every temptation she offers…

While most people’s angels and devils offered conflicting advice, Gu Zhichou was the exception. Both her inner voices urged her to eat.

Truly, she was one of a kind.

Gu Zhichou suppressed a laugh and feigned composure, clearing her throat lightly. Her gaze drifted casually upward, scanning the bullet comments floating across the sky.

“Aww, who doesn’t have cake to eat?”

Readers: ……

So infuriating! I want to reach in and snatch it away.

There’s a saying: “Show off your love and you’ll die young.”

Exactly! And we were even trying to help you win her over!

Eat up! Stuff yourself! Hope you choke!

Gu Zhichou was immensely pleased with their reactions.

The thought that Shi Mi had touched this bag and this cake filled her with a possessive longing.

She curled her fingers slightly, scooped up a bit of cream, and licked it off her fingertip.

As she savored the taste, her mind drifted to Shi Mi’s tearful eyes.

A mad joy surged through her.

A strange, muffled laugh escaped her lips. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Ning Yiyuan sneaking glances from ahead.

Her eyes instantly sharpened.

The man flinched and adjusted the rearview mirror.

Ning Yiyuan frowned, wondering if his young mistress had spent too much time in the hospital. Her mental state seemed to be growing increasingly peculiar.

Gu Zhichou smiled faintly, tears of excitement glistening at the corners of her eyes, her cheeks flushed crimson like boiling bl00d.

With each bite of cake, Gu Zhichou’s happiness surged uncontrollably, like a faucet that couldn’t be turned off.

Suddenly, tasting this cake made her crave Shi Mi’s flavor even more.

But Gu Zhichou immediately suppressed the impulse.

Since the car windows were tinted, she could freely observe her Little Mute, unabashedly taking in every detail of her beauty without worrying about frightening her.

She occasionally glanced at the bullet comments, trying to predict the plot’s next turn.

Today’s events had already taught Gu Zhichou that no plotline was fixed.

If the author willed it, black could become white.

But since public opinion had shifted, the future narrative would inevitably change as well.

Gu Zhichou rested her chin in her hand, gently stroking her cheek.

Her decision not to go home was deliberate.

Because Lin Ruoyun had failed to become her maid, there was a high chance she would be waiting at her doorstep.

Choosing the route home would trigger another side quest.

But she hadn’t considered that someone else might be waiting for her on the way to the company.

Gu Zhichou lowered her gaze, refusing to believe Qiao Zhiyue genuinely liked her. More likely, Qiao Zhiyue wanted to get close so she could drag Gu Zhichou everywhere, giving her opportunities to cozy up to other people.

Gu Zhichou was determined to nip this in the bud. She wouldn’t let anyone stand over her and pluck her feathers. As the heiress of the Gu Family, she could have anything she wanted.

Oh, wait, now she does.

Her Little Mute.

Gu Zhichou smirked, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. It’s actually a good thing she shows up in random places, she thought. Every time I see her, it’s like a new surprise.

Shi Mi was so busy she barely had time to breathe. Throughout the day, she kept glancing into the car, assuming the tinted windows were just reflecting light. Then, with a sly glance, she secretly snapped a photo with her phone.

Gu Zhichou frowned. Photos shouldn’t be saved, she thought. Why does she keep taking them? Suspicious but not dwelling on it, she opened the door when Shi Mi knocked on the window.

Grinning mischievously, she teased, “Little Mute, did you miss me?”

Shi Mi raised an eyebrow, playing along. She nodded, then shook her head.

Gu Zhichou pouted, genuinely puzzled. After a quick greeting to Ning Yiyuan, she tugged Shi Mi away.

“So, did you miss me or not?”

Shi Mi smiled and wrote in her palm:

Do you want me to miss you?

Gu Zhichou’s gaze flickered, the tips of her ears flushing pink. Wait, am I being flirted with?

“No, that won’t do!”

She huffed loudly, turning her head away while stealing glances backward from the corner of her eye.

“Even if you said you missed me, I wouldn’t believe it.”

Shi Mi’s gaze held a hint of teasing, but she still feigned obedience and pulled Gu Zhichou into a hug.

Her fingertips began tracing words across Gu Zhichou’s back.

Gu Zhichou shuddered, her body reacting strangely to the changing patterns of the writing.

She wanted to turn around, but Shi Mi’s arms tightened around her waist, preventing her from moving.

Helpless, she gritted her teeth, fighting against the inexplicable surge of joy that threatened to overwhelm her.

At the same time, she tried to decipher the message Shi Mi was conveying.

Shi Mi’s eyes were dark and intense as her fingertips deliberately varied their pressure, pressing lightly and firmly as they moved.

Whether you believe it or not, I miss you.