Hot Search Incoming: The Yandere Heiress’s Wife-Chasing Livestream - Chapter 51

Gu Zhichou had wanted to wander around outside for a while, but the plot had other plans.

Before the green light even appeared at the intersection, she found herself standing at the hospital room door.

She glanced down. Good, they didn’t bring back the fruit I threw away.

I can’t help but laugh when I think about what’s about to happen.

If you ask me, this whole mess is because of Zhizhi’s mom.

Whether the female lead goes to the Xia Residence or not, it’ll end the same way anyway…

Too lazy to knock, Gu Zhichou pushed the door open and walked straight in. She caught Li Mei feeding Qiao Zhiyue soup.

Li Mei startled, her hand slipping, and the entire bowl of soup spilled onto Qiao Zhiyue, scalding her and causing her to scream.

Gu Zhichou blinked, thinking, So I’m a vengeful ghost now. Wherever I go, Qiao Zhiyue screams.

Li Mei’s pupils widened in confusion for a moment. How did I even get to the hospital? she wondered. Her reflexes were slow; only when the doctor rushed in to attend to Qiao Zhiyue did she finally steady herself and approach Gu Zhichou.

“What are you doing here?”

“Checking to see who slept with you.”

Li Mei: !

“It wasn’t her.”

“I know it wasn’t. Otherwise, you’d be at the civil affairs bureau right now, not the hospital.”

Gu Zhichou leaned back, his alluring phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

Though delivered with a hint of jest, his words held truth.

Li Mei was a deeply responsible person. If she had slept with Qiao Zhiyue, she would have felt immense guilt.

Ultimately, she would have been compelled to get engaged to Qiao Zhiyue.

Gu Zhichou wondered why he hadn’t lost control upon entering the hospital room this time.

So, she wasn’t the protagonist after all.

Still, seeing Qiao Zhiyue humiliated was immensely satisfying.

Li Mei and Gu Zhichou sat together in the corridor. She rubbed her temples, her eyes narrowing.

“I remember now. I came here to see her. Her family member is sick and staying at this hospital.”

But for some reason, she had suddenly found herself feeding Qiao Zhiyue soup.

Thankfully, she hadn’t handed the bowl over before the soup spilled.

Li Mei’s feelings toward Qiao Zhiyue were complex. Though she felt a faint aversion, she often found herself acting against her own instincts.

In short, she wanted nothing to do with her.

Gu Zhichou glanced up at the bullet comments. It seemed no one else knew about this incident.

That makes sense. If Li Mei were meant to be Qiao Zhiyue’s official pairing, she wouldn’t have been sent to feed Qiao Zhiyue soup.

Speak of the devil.

Gu Zhichou spotted a woman approaching with a medical chart.

Li Mei immediately spaced out.

The woman wore gold-rimmed glasses, her gaze calm and indifferent, a beauty mark beneath the corner of her eyebrow. Silver earrings dangled from her lobes, her demeanor resolute, as if she cared for nothing.

Except when she saw Li Mei, her lips curved into a smile as she pushed up her glasses.

Gu Zhichou’s mouth twitched. Why does she act like my annoying cousin?

Fake it till you make it.

Meng Beiqing stared at Gu Zhichou for a moment, then asked, “Miss Gu, when an orange retreats from a room, why does it become a glass of juice?”

Gu Zhichou frowned. “Because it was juiced?”

A second later, Meng Beiqing cleared her throat and said with a straight face, “Because when an orange retreats, it becomes a glass of juice.”

Gu Zhichou: ……

Li Mei: ……

“Is she… telling a dad joke?” Gu Zhichou’s eyes twitched wildly. This was the first time she’d encountered someone so bizarre and presumptuous.

Li Mei actually slept with someone like this? I can’t believe it.

“You’ll get used to it,” she said.

Li Mei dared not recall that nightmarish evening when Meng Beiqing had pinned her down and told cold jokes.

As her hands moved, Meng Beiqing asked, “Why do people get hot when they’re having s3x?”

Li Mei bit her lip and replied, “Because of increased adrenaline and dopamine secretion.”

Meng Beiqing smiled faintly, as if she had found a kindred spirit.

“Because friction generates heat.”

Gu Zhichou suddenly understood, patting Meng Qingbei’s shoulder with an awkward laugh.

“How hilarious! Your jokes are so funny, they’re killing me!”

Meng Qingbei glanced at Li Mei and naturally took her hand.

“See? I told you I had a talent for telling jokes, but you didn’t believe me.”

“Are you here to see me?”

“Then you should ask for my contact information.”

Gu Zhichou felt her ears would grow calluses if she listened any longer. This person could talk more than Tang Monk.

She quietly slipped away, wondering why they had suddenly brought up that line.

Could she really meet Shi Mi here?

Even though I can’t see her face, I think her joke was hilarious. I’m probably beyond saving.

I think Zhizhi is even funnier.

Gu Zhichou, who had been looking around, snapped back to attention and cleared her throat, adopting the dignified air of a young miss.

She lowered her head and stepped into the elevator, recalling the time she had met Shi Mi in the hospital elevator, only to be separated by the crowd.

This time…

Gu Zhichou shook her head. Impossible. If I just think of her, she’ll appear? Is she a genie in a lamp?

The elevator descended to the first floor without any miracles occurring.

The doors slowly opened, and Gu Zhichou saw only a pair of shoes before the familiar scent wafted into her nostrils.

She couldn’t quite believe it.

Had it been so long that Shi Mi’s style had completely changed?

Yet that feeling—that connection—remained unchanged.

Diphylleia, rare and precious, leaves an indelible impression on anyone who sees its pure, translucent beauty.

Gu Zhichou was no exception.

She stood frozen until Shi Mi took her hand and gently pulled her out.

This time was different.

Unlike before, when Gu Zhichou couldn’t even see Shi Mi’s face clearly, their fingers now intertwined, palms pressed together.

“Little Mute…”

Shi Mi tilted her head, looking at Gu Zhichou, and raised her hand to write in the air:

Zhichou, why are you in the hospital again?

Gu Zhichou sobbed, wrapping her arms around Shi Mi’s waist and crying into her shoulder.

“Where were you? I looked everywhere for you.”

After crying, she switched to a petulant tone.

“I was sick, so I came to the hospital.”

Shi Mi lowered her gaze, realizing she had been confined for longer than usual this time.

She felt a pang of worry about what illness Gu Zhichou might have.

She began to sign, but Gu Zhichou abruptly grabbed her hand.

Bringing it to her lips for a kiss, Gu Zhichou grinned. “Want to know? Then stay with me longer.”

The hospital was an unpleasant place, reeking of disinfectant.

Just as Gu Zhichou led her out the entrance, Ning Yiyuan approached.

“Young Miss, weren’t you visiting Madam Qiao? Why are you back so soon?”

Shi Mi’s palm went cold.

So, she had merely come to see that woman and happened to find Shi Mi along the way.

Then why had she been crying while hugging her just now?

It was clear…

Shi Mi pressed her lips together, her eyes growing increasingly dim.

She slowly withdrew her hand from Gu Zhichou’s grasp, only for Gu Zhichou to reclaim it.

“Little Mute,” Gu Zhichou murmured, gazing at her intently as she pinched Shi Mi’s soft, pale cheek.

“You’re not happy.”

It wasn’t a question, but a statement.

Shi Mi often feigned innocence, but she never pretended to be happy. Her sadness was always written plainly on her face, without any disguise.

Shi Mi was usually direct, but in this matter, she felt afraid.

She feared that if she cared too deeply, Gu Zhichou would grow to dislike her.

“Uncle Ning, let’s go home.”

Gu Zhichou pulled her hand and helped her into the car, noticing that the man kept avoiding her gaze.

She suddenly chuckled.