Hot Search Incoming: The Yandere Heiress’s Wife-Chasing Livestream - Chapter 29

Gu Zhichou licked her lips, still tasting the sweet, cloying flavor of chocolate.

She wrapped her arms around Shi Mi’s waist, lowered her head, and kissed away every trace of cream.

Shi Mi’s lips were soft and delicate, like pink jelly.

Gu Zhichou suddenly remembered Shi Mi’s earlier disdain and bit her in irritation.

“How’s my kissing technique this time?”

Shi Mi patted her cheek, neither confirming nor denying her approval.

The gesture was gentle, but it felt more like soothing a puppy.

Each time Shi Mi patted her cheek, Gu Zhichou would become momentarily dazed, then retaliate with an even harder bite.

And each time she did, Shi Mi would respond with a firmer, more stinging pat.

Was it a reward? Or a boast?

A strange thought crawled into Gu Zhichou’s heart, accompanied by a tingling sensation.

She tightened her grip on Shi Mi’s waist, her lips and tongue entwined.

Shi Mi’s touch didn’t feel like a slap, but more like a chain, pulling her down, pressing her against the bed.

Heat and desire erupted in Gu Zhichou’s chest.

She let out a soft moan and murmured, “If I could, I’d really want you to be my personal photographer.”

She chuckled ruefully.

It was a ridiculous fantasy.

Shi Mi turned her head and noticed the camera lying on the bed.

She gently wrote on Gu Zhichou’s chest:

I don’t like taking photos.

Gu Zhichou raised an eyebrow. “If you don’t like it, why do you take so many?”

Her expression clearly conveyed disbelief, but Shi Mi was telling the truth.

She took photos because it was the only way to preserve traces of Gu Zhichou.

It was only in this way that Shi Mi felt there was no distance between them.

The Gu Zhichou in the photograph was static.

Pressing it against her chest felt like holding Gu Zhichou’s head down, forcing her to kiss Shi Mi’s heart.

A heart that was boiling with an uncontrollable, desperate longing.

Shi Mi couldn’t speak.

But her heart always spoke:

I must possess Gu Zhichou.

By any means necessary. Manipulation and scheming are my weapons.

Shi Mi hated seeing Gu Zhichou’s perpetually sorrowful expression.

Especially when she turned her attention to another woman.

She had always known that Gu Zhichou wouldn’t notice her casually.

There must be something about Shi Mi that could benefit her.

Shi Mi didn’t care.

Whether it was exploitation or pretense, it didn’t matter.

She even wished Gu Zhichou would hate her to the core, so she could be the object of her most loathing, burning gaze.

Let her presence torment Gu Zhichou wherever she went.

Drive her mad.

Turn her into someone who would have nightmares every night without Gu Zhichou.

For her sake, Shi Mi would witness all the world’s sins.

She would even bear them all herself.

As long as Gu Zhichou pitied her.

Shi Mi’s obsession with Gu Zhichou couldn’t be expressed in mere words.

Many memories had faded, even from her own mind.

How many years had passed?

Shi Mi didn’t know. She had no sense of time.

Seeing Gu Zhichou grow up overnight was perfectly normal to her.

She was a creature of shadows, appearing in every corner where she could be seen.

It was surveillance without blind spots.

Gu Zhichou pinched her cheek and called out, “Hey, why are you always spacing out?”

“Am I not enough to hold your attention?”

No, you have no idea how dazzling you are.

When Shi Mi was first created, the world appeared to her in shades of gray.

She obeyed a command from an unknown source.

Where she went and what she did were never matters of deep thought.

Until one day, Shi Mi picked up a leaf and heard a commotion.

She struggled to climb onto the windowsill and saw a girl weeping at the piano.

The leaf fell to the ground.

And her heart began to burn.

The world gained color.

Shi Mi truly possessed a fragment of self for the first time.

A personal consciousness born from Gu Zhichou.

It stemmed from her wish.

Shi Mi lowered her gaze, holding Gu Zhichou’s hand, wanting to write.

But she hesitated, remaining still.

Gu Zhichou tilted her head, looking at her with confusion. “What do you want to say?”

The light faded from Shi Mi’s eyes, as if she were suddenly saddened.

She was thinking: If this wish were to disappear one day…

Would Gu Zhichou vanish?

Or would I?

Finally, Shi Mi shook her head with a small smile and wrote in Gu Zhichou’s palm:

I was thinking… if only I could speak.

At this, Gu Zhichou fell silent.

She had always wanted to help Shi Mi obtain the identity that belonged to her.

But it was proving incredibly difficult.

Gu Zhichou forced a smile to break the heavy atmosphere.

“If you could speak, what would be the first thing you’d say?”

Shi Mi didn’t move, only gazing at her.

Her gaze was as heavy as a maple leaf laden with fresh snow.

Gu Zhichou patted her head and chuckled. “See? Even you haven’t decided yet.”

“So, don’t rush.”

“One day, you’ll be able to speak.”

I’ll help you.

After all, you’re the only one who could pull me out of the clutches of fate.

Gu Zhichou disliked expressing such sentiments directly, preferring to mask her true feelings with jokes.

The truth was, she felt guilty and cowardly.

Especially after learning that when Shi Mi couldn’t manifest, she might be trapped in a dark, sunless place.

She felt she was moving too slowly, far too slowly.

She couldn’t grant Shi Mi the identity she deserved, nor the right to speak her mind.

But progress wasn’t something Gu Zhichou could control.

Though she hated to admit it, she had to exploit not only everyone around her, but also the so-called author—the very heavens themselves.

Gu Zhichou lifted her gaze slightly, her eyes sharp.

She didn’t necessarily want to be the female lead; it was simply that without the female lead’s halo, she couldn’t wield the power needed to elevate the person she cherished in her heart.

Shi Mi smiled, her eyes forever clear and pure, a quality Gu Zhichou could only yearn for but never attain.

Gu Zhichou had always refused to acknowledge her envy of Shi Mi’s freedom.

Sometimes, she worried that once Shi Mi gained her own identity, she too would lose her freedom.

If that were the case…

Gu Zhichou sighed.

She’d rather be the one without freedom. After all, she’d endured this long already; a little longer wouldn’t matter.

Yes, so what if she was envious? Gu Zhichou could simply demand other rewards from Shi Mi.

Shi Mi rested her head against Gu Zhichou’s shoulder, gently kissing the nape of her neck. Her phoenix eyes held a trace of obsession, clinging and dependent.

“Little Mute, you have to stay with me.”

“You’re the only one who can stay with me now.”

Shi Mi turned her head and lightly patted Gu Zhichou’s cheek, nuzzling her face against it.

I want to too.

And I want to be with you every moment, never apart for even a second.

Gu Zhichou smiled, her eyes narrowed. “You promise?”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“The consequences of breaking your word will be severe.”

Her last words deepened, her tongue lightly brushing Shi Mi’s earlobe like a razor’s edge.

Shi Mi grinned and turned to pinch Gu Zhichou’s cheek.

The once intimidating atmosphere softened into something almost tender.

Gu Zhichou hummed softly and kissed the corner of Shi Mi’s mouth.

“Little Mute.”

Shi Mi nodded.

Gu Zhichou’s smile widened, her eyes crinkling with amusement.

“Little Mute—” she called out again.

Cupping Shi Mi’s face, she leaned in for a slow, lingering kiss.

A sensual haze clouded their senses.

“If you ever learn to speak,” Gu Zhichou murmured, “you must call my name.”

“I want to hear it.”