Hot Search Incoming: The Yandere Heiress’s Wife-Chasing Livestream - Chapter 3

Does the female lead have to be a delicate flower, someone who can feign helplessness?

Gu Zhichou refused to acknowledge such a contrived plot.

The female lead should be someone with genuine strength and capability.

This is the first time we’ve seen the female lead so disheveled. Has Zhizhi finally seen her true colors today?

Zhizhi, don’t give her your bank card again! Otherwise, she’ll bring her girlfriend to see you tomorrow!

Tomorrow?

Gu Zhichou’s eyes flickered.

Tomorrow, I’ll still be in the hospital.

But she had no intention of playing along with this woman’s charade.

If I can get discharged tomorrow… would that count as altering this part of the plot?

Before that, Gu Zhichou needed to find Passerby A.

I refuse to believe that with my family’s power and influence, we can’t track down one person.

And once she found him, she would hold him tightly in her grasp.

After all, this was her only chance to turn the tables.

Gu Zhichou’s gaze darkened.

It was as if she were reliving that moment—the woman’s fragrant scent, swooping down from above, flooding her entire mouth.

As they drew close, she seemed to glimpse delicate, fluttering eyelashes.

Her face appeared soft and pale, though she couldn’t make out the details clearly.

She didn’t know why she had become so distracted, but the involuntary swallow in her throat told her everything.

I must possess that woman.

After all, that was my first kiss.

Even if it was to save someone.

Gu Zhichou didn’t care about such trivialities. She was a noble young lady of high standing.

If she was hers, she could only be hers.

If she tried to run, she’d break her legs.

The combination of her gloomy eyes and slightly upturned lips was unsettling.

Even the usually chatty Qiao Zhiyue found herself growing quieter and quieter.

Her heart tightened.

Could Gu Zhichou have suffered brain damage from nearly drowning?

The thought sparked a sudden wave of pity in Qiao Zhiyue.

Sitting by the bed, she said with concern, “Zhichou, get some rest first. I’ll bring Ruo Yun to see you tomorrow.”

Gu Zhichou stared at the fruit pit on Qiao Zhiyue’s head, a strange urge to laugh rising within her.

But the plot wouldn’t allow her any extraneous expressions.

She could only flash a mouthful of white teeth and lower her head in feigned dejection.

The word “get lost” circled on the tip of her tongue, but when it finally came out, it transformed into:

“Go home, okay?”

Go home. You’re better suited to being a pile of dog sh1t.

This was likely the fierce struggle between her will and the plot’s constraints.

Unable to directly insult the female lead, her words had twisted into this veiled insult.

Qiao Zhiyue found the remark odd, sensing an underlying insult.

But since she’d already been dismissed, she couldn’t linger.

After all, she was the female lead.

She understood the difference between one full meal and a lifetime of them.

She couldn’t push Gu Zhichou too far.

She needed to keep her placated to maintain the long-term flow of money.

Only after Qiao Zhiyue reluctantly left did Gu Zhichou finally exhale in relief.

The restraints on her limbs vanished instantly.

When Ning Yiyuan entered with the list, he found her sprawled on the bed like a blob of slime, occasionally twitching to prove she was still alive.

He cleared his throat softly and knocked on the door. “Miss, these are all the staff who worked at the swimming pool today. Please take a look.”

Gu Zhichou glanced up at him before flipping over to sit up.

“Miss, you shouldn’t move around too much right now. You need to rest properly.”

“I’ve ordered a nutritious meal for you. Eating something will be good for your health.”

Gu Zhichou couldn’t help but feel her body was in absurdly good condition.

Is this some kind of perk from awakening?

“I’m not hungry. I’m too angry to eat.”

She grabbed the list and nearly popped her eyes out.

Every single name was “XXX.”

Maybe this is how it is when drawing comics—you don’t bother coming up with names for extras, so they’re all just abbreviations.

Even the comments scrolling past didn’t find her behavior strange; instead, they thought she was the odd one.

When did Zhizhi start caring about this? Wasn’t Lin Ruoyun the one who pushed her?

I get it now! She wants to help the poor!

The commenter above is right! No wonder she’s looking for delivery drivers—she wants to give them subsidies! Zhizhi is so kind-hearted!

Gu Zhichou: …Thank you, everyone.

She pursed her lips and tossed the list aside.

Nodding to Ning Yiyuan, she asked, “Have you caught the delivery driver?”

“I’m sorry, Miss. There are delivery drivers wearing Meituan uniforms all over the streets. Our men lost track of him.”

It was clear he also assumed Gu Zhichou had suddenly developed a charitable streak.

He kindly reminded her, “Miss, I can directly invest in their company and specify that it’s at your direction.”

Gu Zhichou curled up against the headboard, looking frail and listless.

“Forget it.”

A dark cloud seemed to hang over her head, ready to rain.

Gu Zhichou slapped it away, then straightened her face and rallied her spirits.

“I’m checking out of the hospital tomorrow.”

Ning Yiyuan frowned. “That’s impossible.”

If she stayed any longer, she’d have to face those two loathsome people again.

Gu Zhichou was desperate to find that woman first, to gain leverage against them.

After all, both times she’d deviated from the main plot, it was because of that person’s appearance.

But where would a “Passerby A” typically appear?

Someone who does odd jobs and delivers food…

It seemed like they could show up anywhere.

“Exactly, anywhere.”

Gu Zhichou’s eyes lit up, as if she had discovered a loophole.

Passerby A characters are just filler to enrich the scenes, right?

Then she needed to create her own panel, one teeming with countless Passerby A characters.

That way, she was certain to find him.

By now, Gu Zhichou had roughly grasped the situation.

She wasn’t entirely powerless against the author; she just got forcibly pulled back to the main plot when she went too far.

For instance, when she threw a fruit pit at Qiao Zhiyue, the author, as the main writer, wouldn’t let her get away with it.

Hence the punitive control.

Gu Zhichou narrowed her eyes, her hand stroking her chin.

So, as long as I tread carefully…

Before she could dwell further on this, her phone began vibrating violently.

Gu Zhichou sighed, pressing a hand to her forehead.

Just trying to get discharged from the hospital, and the whole world is suddenly swarming me.

But perhaps that’s just how illogical manga can be.

While Ning Yiyuan was still trying to persuade her, her mother’s call came through.

“Zhizhi, you’re getting discharged?”

Gu Zhichou inwardly scoffed at how quickly the news spread.

Her gaze flickered. If I can get my parents’ approval, maybe I can leave the hospital tomorrow.

Gu Zhichou’s parents loved her dearly and indulged her whims, but both were perpetually busy, rarely home, and only occasionally called.

No wonder Gu Zhichou felt so lonely; she had lacked companionship her entire life.

In the vast, luxurious mansion, no amount of opulence could fill the void of loneliness.

Gradually, Gu Zhichou lost her attachment to her family.

Even their phone calls grew distant.

“Yeah, I want to go to the library to find a book. I’ll be back as soon as I find it.”

“Finding a book? Just have the butler arrange it. You should rest more.”

The person on the other end seemed busy, their replies fragmented.

Gu Zhichou kicked off the blanket and snapped, “I want to go myself.”

“…Mom’s hanging up now. Tell me if you need money.”

The person didn’t seem to hear her, offering a hurried few words of concern before hanging up.

The phone screen went black, reflecting Gu Zhichou’s cold, sharp features.

With a sigh, she sank into silence.