Hot Search Incoming: The Yandere Heiress’s Wife-Chasing Livestream - Chapter 26

A knock sounded at the door.

Gu Zhichou sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, and nodded slightly. “Come in.”

It was Lan Hui, the family’s housekeeper.

“Miss Zhichou, Madam Lin has been kneeling downstairs for a full day and night. What should we do?”

Gu Zhichou raised an eyebrow slightly. So, this timeline is two days after I returned from the company.

And Lin Ruoyun is still kneeling outside my house, begging for forgiveness.

For now, it’s just a notification. The plot’s coercive force hasn’t intervened yet.

But it probably will once I go downstairs.

Gu Zhichou snorted coldly. “It’s not windy or rainy. If she wants to kneel, let her kneel.”

As if her words had been blessed, the moment she finished speaking, a fierce wind and torrential rain began raging outside.

Is this the reincarnation of the modern Dragon King?

No matter what, even the heavens want Zhizhi to forgive Lin Ruoyun.

I told you, no matter how tough she acts, she’s still too soft-hearted…

Gu Zhichou’s veins bulged with frustration, though she knew the author loved to antagonize her.

This is going too far, isn’t it?

Is she going to be able to control the weather next?

What can they do if she simply refuses?

“Aunt Lan, bring me a bottle of red wine.”

Lan Hui hesitated for a moment, then went to fetch the wine without another word.

Lin Ruoyun’s kneeling position was particularly awkward, but Gu Zhichou could see her clearly from where she stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She sat in her chair, sipping wine and relishing Lin Ruoyun’s wretched state, while pondering her next move.

Simple defiance wouldn’t work. Even if she verbally refused, the narrative could easily shift her downstairs in a single scene.

Lin Ruoyun might even throw herself at her, soaking her to the bone.

All that effort for nothing.

Gu Zhichou’s face twisted at the mere thought.

Her eyes darted around before she dialed Ren Qingwen.

The other end of the line was filled with faint, intermittent gasps.

Gu Zhichou stared at her phone, almost convinced she was hearing things.

“My dearest cousin, could you have someone deliver a few things to my house?”

Ren Qingwen tilted her head to hold the phone against her ear, her hands never stopping their work.

“I’m busy,” she murmured. “But your cake is ready.”

The girl in her arms stirred slightly, letting out a muffled sound.

Ren Qingwen’s lips curved into a smile as she shushed her.

The girl gritted her teeth and stilled.

Gu Zhichou stroked his chin, wondering if he was interrupting something.

After all, his cousin had never had a proper girlfriend, but she was known for her flirtatious nature and fondness for ambiguous relationships.

Though she’d never taken anyone to bed.

Could this be…

No, that was impossible. According to the established character traits, Ren Qingwen was the type who never fell in love.

“Then send the cake over now,” Gu Zhichou said hurriedly. “Immediately. Right this instant.”

He hung up before she could reply.

Ren Qingwen chuckled softly, gently placing the girl on the bed. She sent a message to have the cake delivered to Gu Zhichou.

A flicker of something akin to recollection crossed her cool, sharp eyes.

At this hour, Gu Zhichou might be in trouble.

The Gu Family… things were about to change.

Ren Qingwen let her tied-up hair fall loose as the girl on the bed grabbed her arm.

A weak voice murmured, “Sister Ren…”

Ignoring her, Ren Qingwen glanced at the girl and walked into the bathroom to shower.

Gu Zhichou had been practically glued to the clock, calculating how long it would take for the cake to arrive.

She was also trying to anticipate when the plot would force her to go downstairs.

The weather outside was truly dreadful. Though it was still only evening, the sky had already turned pitch black.

Gu Zhichou frowned, a vague unease settling in her heart.

Lin Ruoyun had already come to the hospital to plead with her once, so she should know that such tactics were futile.

What exactly is the author planning?

No matter how many times this pointless drama repeats itself, the outcome will remain the same. Gu Zhichou lowered her head and opened her contacts list.

She automatically ignored the entries for “Dad” and “Mom.” Even if she were completely desperate, she would never ask them for help. Besides, she probably wouldn’t need to.

Her gaze lingered on the “Little Mute” contact. She swallowed hard, knowing it was unlikely the call would go through, but she still wanted to try.

Gu Zhichou pressed the call button, and the line began to ring.

Then came an extremely strange static, as if trying to pierce her eardrums.

Frowning, Gu Zhichou hung up.

She sighed. Just as I thought, it won’t work. If only I could get through.

If Zhizhi softens, someone will probably leak her relationship tomorrow.

The commenter above is right. The female lead has been too busy lately, so Lin Ruoyun is trying to steal her job. How ridiculous!

Zhizhi’s love life is none of the media’s business, okay?

How do you know they won’t exaggerate things and pull dirty tricks?

Gu Zhichou looked at the comments and nearly laughed.

Why are later comments arguing with earlier ones?

However, the “media” mentioned in the bullet comments put her on alert.

Public opinion had little impact on her family.

With enough money, any scandal could be suppressed.

Even if the rumors were absurd, they wouldn’t reach her.

Unless… Lin Ruoyun was merely trying to distract her with these rumors, not actually planning anything against her.

And Lin Ruoyun must understand that without Qiao Zhiyue, she would never have had the chance to approach Gu Zhichou in the first place.

Gu Zhichou lowered her gaze and sent a few messages to Ning Yiyuan, instructing him to search the area around the villa.

Let’s hope… nothing goes wrong.

Perhaps she was just being paranoid.

Gu Zhichou set down her wine glass. Dressed only in a nightgown, she felt her body being controlled by an unseen force.

“Aunt Lan, I’m going to check on her.”

Lan Hui, who was cleaning outside, immediately responded and hurried to fetch an umbrella.

The young mistress is still so kind-hearted, she thought.

But inwardly, Gu Zhichou was cursing Lin Ruoyun with every fiber of her being.

The woman knelt outside, shivering. Someone had draped a coat over her shoulders.

Holding the umbrella, Gu Zhichou approached her and crouched down, her eyes filled with confusion.

“There are some things I don’t want to repeat, but since we’re not related, you really shouldn’t be bothering me again.”

“The fact that I haven’t kicked you out is already my greatest act of kindness.”

The words slipped out, surprising Gu Zhichou.

This was a far cry from Lin Ruoyun’s usual meekness.

Perhaps even the author believed it was time for her to grow.

A faint smile lifted Lin Ruoyun’s pale face. Her trembling, frail hand reached out to grasp the hem of Gu Zhichou’s skirt, staining it with dirty rainwater.

“It’s alright, Zhichou. After tonight…”

“I will enter the Gu Family, no matter what.”

Gu Zhichou’s pupils flickered slightly. What did this mean?

How far would Lin Ruoyun go to climb up the social ladder?

She refused to believe money alone could hold such allure.

This had to be connected to Qiao Zhiyue.

Was it hatred? Or some deeper, more sinister connection?

Gu Zhichou’s hand involuntarily rose, anger flashing in her eyes.

Lin Ruoyun’s provocation demanded a slap.

But deep down, she knew she couldn’t strike.

Stop…

Gu Zhichou clenched her jaw, but at that critical moment, a phone rang, interrupting her.

“Young Mistress.”

It was Ning Yiyuan’s voice.

Gu Zhichou spoke breathlessly, still weak from breaking free of her restraints.

“What is it?”

Ning Yiyuan watched the woman in the raincoat, camera in hand, his voice low and grave.

“She’s been… found.”