Hot Search Incoming: The Yandere Heiress’s Wife-Chasing Livestream - Chapter 7

Gu Zhichou had learned her lesson this time, determined to keep the woman from escaping. She reached out and wrapped her arm around the woman’s waist, her nose almost touching the other’s cheek. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she exhaled softly, her breath carrying the delicate fragrance of orchids as she smiled seductively.

“Found you,” she murmured.

The woman instinctively tried to retreat, but Gu Zhichou’s grip tightened around her waist, forcing her to tilt her head back and meet her gaze. The woman’s entire face flushed, perhaps from the heat. Her lips parted slightly, revealing a mixture of confusion and grievance.

Gu Zhichou frowned. “Can’t you speak?” she asked.

Ning Yiyuan had approached unnoticed, casting a sidelong glance at the woman in Gu Zhichou’s arms, his expression thoughtful. With the plotline disrupted, even minor characters like him could now act freely.

“Miss, this is the city’s largest library. Feel free to browse for any books you’d like,” Ning Yiyuan said.

Gu Zhichou nodded, took the woman’s hand, and led her inside.

Qiao Zhiyue tried to block their path, but Gu Zhichou silenced her with a single, piercing glare. Dare to get any closer?

Now that they were outside the confines of the plot, no one could restrain Gu Zhichou. If not for the author’s constraints, she would have already unleashed a torrent of abuse on Qiao Zhiyue and forbidden her from ever approaching again. But such actions were clearly forbidden; even the urge to curse would be forcibly suppressed.

So Gu Zhichou simply ignored her. She’d deal with the female lead later; for now, securing the woman beside her was the priority.

Ning Yiyuan had clearly arranged for the library to be closed to the public today. When Gu Zhichou entered, the vast hall was completely deserted.

The woman beside her had dull gray eyes, showing no reaction even when Gu Zhichou called out to her.

She seemed like just another unawakened passerby.

Yet it was precisely this woman who had pulled Gu Zhichou out of the plot.

“What’s your name?” Gu Zhichou asked, pressing her against the bookshelf, frowning as she studied the woman’s face.

Her features were soft and delicate, like those of a refined lady. She often lowered her head in thought, a few strands of hair falling over her shoulder. Her eyes held a hint of confusion, clear as a spring.

She looked no more than a few years younger than Gu Zhichou. Even in her daze, she managed to glance up at her. Her eyes curved into crescent moons, smiling without showing her teeth, her cheeks still flushed.

Gu Zhichou strongly suspected this woman was flirting with her. Even her gaze was so captivating.

Yet she seemed like nothing more than a human-like machine.

Zhizhi finally found her little delivery girl…

Go for it, Zhizhi! Give her a flirty look, and she’ll fall for you!

I feel like this book should be renamed “Zhizhi’s Wife-Chasing Diary”…

The bullet comments remained as absurd as ever, peppered with strange slang.

Gu Zhichou’s lips twitched. She pinched the woman’s cheek and tugged.

“Switch to manual, Little Mute,” she said, pouting.

By now, she understood why this person couldn’t speak.

She was just a faceless extra in the comic, without a name, identity, or even dialogue.

How could she possibly speak?

The Little Mute seemed to have been hurt by the pinch, tears instantly welling up in her clear eyes.

She tried to leave, but Gu Zhichou pulled her into a tight embrace, trapping her completely.

Gu Zhichou deliberately restricted her movements.

After all, who knew when they’d meet again?

Now, before the plot advanced further, she had to say everything she needed to say.

The Little Mute tilted her head slightly, her lips brushing against Gu Zhichou’s cheek.

From an angle Gu Zhichou couldn’t see, a faint smile curved the Little Mute’s lips.

The sickly beauty with the pillow has come to find me, she thought.

I’m getting tired of this wallpaper. I need to take another photo soon.

But from Gu Zhichou’s perspective, the Little Mute looked utterly pitiful, like someone being bullied.

This made Gu Zhichou seem like a villainess, forcibly taking an innocent person.

But the texture of her face was just too perfect.

A frivolous smile played on Gu Zhichou’s lips as she pinched Little Mute’s cheek a few more times.

Since the other girl couldn’t speak, Gu Zhichou would do the talking.

“I’ve been looking for you for so long. Can we exchange contact information?”

Little Mute’s eyes widened, and she shook her head frantically.

Gu Zhichou sighed inwardly. That makes sense.

Even if they exchanged phone numbers, calling probably wouldn’t work.

As long as they weren’t in the same scene or shot, texting or calling would likely be impossible.

But Little Mute simply didn’t want to take out her phone.

What if she saw my wallpaper?

Then how could I pretend to be clueless and still catch her attention?

Gu Zhichou suddenly felt a wave of helplessness. Even after finding her, she couldn’t see her whenever she wanted.

On the surface, she seemed to have everything.

But in reality, none of the people she truly wanted belonged to her.

Her parents were like that, and so was Little Mute.

Gu Zhichou pressed her lips together, refusing to accept this fate.

She had finally obtained something precious, and she needed to keep it locked by her side.

Why not just forcibly pull Little Mute into my own storyline?

Yes, create my own main plot.

A scene exclusively for Gu Zhichou and Little Mute.

Distracted by her thoughts, Gu Zhichou’s hand around Little Mute’s waist loosened slightly.

Little Mute’s gaze deepened as she took a step closer.

Pretending to trip over Gu Zhichou’s foot, she lost her balance and fell sideways.

“Little Mute?”

Gu Zhichou quickly grabbed her hand, but she was pulled down with her.

Fortunately, Gu Zhichou had cushioned the fall, preventing Little Mute from getting hurt. Only the back of her own head ached a little.

The two were pressed tightly together, their arms wrapped around each other in a full embrace.

Little Mute seemed quite pleased, nuzzling Gu Zhichou’s waist and rubbing against her possessively. Two adorable dimples appeared as she smiled mischievously.

“Yoyoyo, hugging like that and still claiming you’re not pursuing her?”

“You’ve already embraced her—why not kiss her too?”

“Little Mute… so suggestive!”

Gu Zhichou huffed, muttering under her breath, “How could I possibly be pursuing her? I just grabbed her instinctively.”

The person in her arms tilted her head, looking up with wide, questioning eyes as if asking what she was saying.

Gu Zhichou chuckled and pinched her soft, pale cheek. “Just talking about how mean you are.”

“You’re such a robot.”

Unable to speak, even her expressions seemed programmed. Isn’t that exactly what a robot is?

Little Mute’s cheeks puffed up instantly at being called a robot. All her carefully rehearsed glances and smiles, dismissed as robotic!

This sickly beauty is going too far.

She scrambled off Gu Zhichou and strode to the bookshelf, grabbing a random book without even glancing at Gu Zhichou.

“Hey, why are you getting angry?” Gu Zhichou asked, sitting on the floor and staring at her with a slightly aggrieved expression.

“Your wife’s mad! Go appease her!”

“Pull out all the stops to win her back, or Little Mute might run away!”

Even in this moment, Gu Zhichou couldn’t resist firing off a bullet comment:

“Coaxing her doesn’t mean I’m chasing her, right?”

Yes, yes, yes! Just hurry up and coax her!

Gu Zhichou patted her bottom and stood up, noticing that the Little Mute was holding a math book.

She leaned in close, wrapping her arms around her in a conciliatory hug.

“Don’t be mad, okay? Let me ask you a question.”

The Little Mute hadn’t expected this kind of coaxing and found herself momentarily distracted.

“What’s the name of the Fourier transform formula that mathematician Poisson used to connect discrete and continuous integrals?”

The Little Mute frowned, nodded, but Gu Zhichou beat her to the answer.

Gu Zhichou smiled, her phoenix eyes captivating and alluring.

“Summation.”