Hot Search Incoming: The Yandere Heiress’s Wife-Chasing Livestream - Chapter 43

Gu Zhichou stood in the shadows, unable to discern Shi Mi’s expression.

She simply raised a hand and gently pushed Shi Mi’s shoulder, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Look how scared you are. Go change first—you’re all dirty.”

“What’s wrong? Do you miss me that much? Can’t even let go of my hand.”

Shi Mi bit her lower lip, wanting to grip Gu Zhichou’s hand tighter but fearing she’d dislike someone so disheveled.

So she scurried off to change.

Fortunately, the hotel had plenty of fresh clothes available.

Gu Zhichou’s vision swam, and a sharp pain stabbed through her chest—even after suppressing the full extent of her power.

She needed to be more cautious in the future.

The protagonist was, after all, the protagonist. The more she interfered, the more likely she was to meet her demise.

This time, she had acted impulsively.

There were better ways, but those relied on Qiao Zhiyue actually taking Shi Mi away.

Gu Zhichou couldn’t bear the thought of that man’s filthy hands touching her Little Mute.

Besides, Qiao Zhiyue had only been driven by lust after seeing Shi Mi’s face.

That’s why Gu Zhichou felt threatened the moment Shi Mi gained her face.

Now that she had an identity, how many others would become infatuated with her?

Gu Zhichou closed her eyes, leaning wearily against the sofa.

No matter how she tried to deceive herself, she knew the true source of her anxiety.

But when it came to Shi Mi, she simply couldn’t help herself.

Gu Zhichou believed that building a relationship required more than mutual affection.

It also demanded taking responsibility for the other person.

But they were too unstable.

Even the time they spent together in the same scene was fleeting.

How could they ever be together?

That’s why Gu Zhichou desperately tried to give Shi Mi everything.

In truth, it was also to earn the right to court her.

Otherwise, how could they have a future?

Gu Zhichou couldn’t even hold Shi Mi tightly enough to stop her from disappearing.

It was too painful, too tragic.

Shi Mi changed her clothes and ran back, reaching for the light switch, but Gu Zhichou stopped her.

“You didn’t turn on the light for me last time either,” she teased, a hint of playfulness in her voice. Shi Mi’s ears flushed crimson, recalling that night in bed.

Shi Mi reached out to help Gu Zhichou up, knowing it must be uncomfortable lying on the sofa.

But Gu Zhichou flipped over and pinned her down.

“Little Mute…”

Gu Zhichou nuzzled Shi Mi’s cheek, refusing to turn on the light to hide her own pain.

Just a consequence, she thought. I’ll bear it myself.

Shi Mi was too innocent, completely unaware of the world’s cruelty and harsh rules.

Gu Zhichou wanted her to stay that way forever.

A sanctuary.

She lowered her gaze and captured Shi Mi’s soft lips in a kiss.

Slow and lingering, filled with yearning and hope.

Like melting a stubbornly hard candy.

Gu Zhichou crushed it between her teeth, letting only the sweetness flow into Shi Mi’s mouth.

“I missed you.”

“If I hadn’t come, you would have left with her.”

Shi Mi’s heart burned, but as Gu Zhichou’s words grew increasingly despondent, she sensed a flicker of fear in her.

Shi Mi gently patted Gu Zhichou’s cheek, then bit her lip and affectionately touched and licked it.

Shi Mi didn’t know what would have happened to her if Gu Zhichou hadn’t arrived so quickly, preventing Qiao Zhiyue from touching her at all.

But she didn’t want to leave with anyone else, nor would she.

Shi Mi pressed close to Gu Zhichou’s ear, nuzzling it softly.

Her breath came slowly, as if recounting a fleeting dream.

Only Gu Zhichou understood.

Though no words were spoken, the warmth of the embrace and the kisses offered her comfort.

Gu Zhichou suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to cry.

Having spent so much time with Shi Mi, they seemed to have developed a unique, unspoken language—one that conveyed emotions far more deeply than words ever could.

She sobbed, tears streaming down her face as if they cost nothing.

They soaked Shi Mi’s face.

“There are so many flavors of ice cream in the world. Do you like them all?”

Shi Mi shook her head, interlacing her fingers with Gu Zhichou’s. With her other hand, she traced words on Gu Zhichou’s chest:

I only like one flavor of ice cream.

And it’s connected to you.

To be honest, Shi Mi didn’t know why Gu Zhichou was crying.

But she wanted to tell her:

I only want to be your Little Mute, nothing more.

Gu Zhichou hated crying, but she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

“But this ice cream… it can’t even keep you here.”

Shi Mi smiled faintly. Did it matter whether she stayed or left?

For her, the fact that Gu Zhichou existed in the world during the brief time she could see it was already enough.

When someone has so little, even the smallest thing can bring immense happiness.

Shi Mi wiped away Gu Zhichou’s tears and gently kissed her.

Swinging their intertwined hands, Shi Mi’s moonlit pupils shimmered with soft light.

Ah, her eyes are filled with the ice cream she loves.

The sweetness melted into her heart, turning into a flowing stream.

Her eyes curved into crescents as she answered Gu Zhichou with a smile.

But the more Shi Mi acted this way, the more Gu Zhichou refused to accept that this was all there was.

“One day, I’ll find a way to keep you with me,” Gu Zhichou murmured, careful not to let Shi Mi hear.

The dull ache in her heart had vanished without her noticing, replaced by a joy that pulsed solely for Shi Mi.

It felt like falling from the clouds, only to be gently lifted back up.

Pain had vanished, bitterness gone.

Only a silent, overwhelming love enveloped her. Gu Zhichou’s tears still flowed, but they no longer tasted bitter.

She hummed softly, muttering, “I told you I missed you, but you haven’t said whether you missed me.”

The proud, haughty young lady had returned.

This is the real Gu Zhichou.

Shi Mi’s lips curved into a smile as she nodded obediently and pulled out her phone.

For a moment, the screen’s glow illuminated their sincere faces.

Shi Mi signed the familiar hand gesture.

Gu Zhichou’s eyes softened as she mirrored the signs, adding a single word.

I miss you.

“I… miss you too.”

A glance at Shi Mi’s phone wallpaper made Gu Zhichou’s breath catch in her throat.

It was a photo of her from when she was hospitalized, taken secretly without her knowledge.

The image captured a fragile, helpless beauty.

Realizing she’d been caught, Shi Mi stuck out her tongue and quickly hid the phone.

She had only meant to use the screen’s light to sign.

She hadn’t expected another secret to be revealed.

Gu Zhichou’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as she asked, “So, in your eyes, I’m someone worth preserving?”

Though she spoke of the photo, her words seemed to carry a deeper meaning.

Gu Zhichou had once longed to capture Shi Mi in a photograph, but even through the lens, Shi Mi had remained elusive.

Now, she realized they were different.

This meant Shi Mi had been secretly watching her for a very long time.

To be honest, Gu Zhichou felt both envious and grateful. At least Shi Mi could keep her.

It wasn’t emptiness, nor was it like a dream.

It was a tangible reality.

No wonder… no wonder Shi Mi didn’t suffer the same agony as her.

Gu Zhichou had nothing left to remember her by.

Shi Mi nodded, hoping she wouldn’t press further. After all, her phone held many secrets.

If Gu Zhichou asked for it, she couldn’t refuse.

But she could only brace herself for the fear that might follow.

“You…”

Shi Mi was so tense that she clamped her hand over Gu Zhichou’s mouth the moment she began to speak.