I Don't Want to Have Little Mushrooms with You - Chapter 15

When Song Tai woke up, she still felt somewhat dazed.

Qu Fengyue’s face was nestled intimately against her neck, her arms tightly wrapped around Song Tai’s waist.

Like a clinging vine, she wound herself so tightly around Song Tai that it was almost hard to breathe.

Memories slowly returned.

At first, they had been on the sofa, but later, Qu Fengyue had carried her to the bedroom. Perhaps because they had exhausted their energy, Song Tai had slept unusually well last night—no nightmares plagued her, and Qu Fengling no longer haunted her dreams.

Song Tai turned her head to look at Qu Fengyue.

Still asleep, Qu Fengyue clung to her, her breath brushing against Song Tai’s skin like the delicate tendrils of a plant.

This kind of enveloping closeness would have made her uncomfortable in the past—Qu Fengling had also liked holding her this way.

But now, it felt soothing.

Song Tai studied her.

Qu Fengyue was undeniably an adorable girl.

But Song Tai hadn’t gotten together with her out of affection. She had simply been desperate to escape the shadow of Qu Fengling’s death.

Even if it hadn’t been Qu Fengyue back then—if another woman had taken the initiative to pursue her—she probably would have agreed to be together all the same.

Yet now, she suddenly felt a sense of reality in her relationship with Qu Fengyue.

And this reality was gradually replacing the lingering traces Qu Fengling had left on her. It made her want to continue this relationship.

Qu Fengyue stirred awake, eyes still closed, drowsily tightening her embrace and pressing a kiss to Song Tai’s cheek. “Jiejie.”

Exhausted from the night before, they had only managed a quick shower. Now, their movements resembled two naked plants entwined together.

Qu Fengyue hugged her, her hand accidentally grazing somewhere that made her cheeks flush instantly. Slowly opening her eyes, she gazed at Song Tai, shy but savoring the memory as she whispered, “Jiejie was so beautiful last night.”

“You were too.”

Qu Fengyue hugged her tighter, leaning in for another kiss. “How was I?”

Song Tai gently refused, unfazed by the tender moment, and chuckled. “Don’t you have work? Hurry up and get out of bed.”

In the days that followed, Qu Fengyue noticed a clear shift in Song Tai’s attitude.

Though they still maintained distance at the office, Song Tai no longer deliberately made her wait.

They went home together, had dinner, watched movies.

Song Tai stopped refusing when Qu Fengyue stayed over.

Qu Fengyue could distinctly sense that Song Tai had been indifferent to her before—treating her like a pet she found satisfactory, useful enough to keep around.

Now, they had finally established an equal relationship.

Qu Fengyue was still an intern, unable to participate in actual projects. Her tasks mostly involved organizing documents, printing materials, and running errands—the tedious, peripheral work.

That day, after all their colleagues had left and their floor was empty, Song Tai sat beside her, playing a game while waiting. “Tomorrow, I’ll talk to Sister Shen for you.”

“You’re an intern, not a slave. Why does everyone think they can dump work on you?”

Qu Fengyue kept her eyes on the screen, turning to smile at her. “It’s fine. I don’t know how to do anything else yet anyway.”

“Jiejie, thank you for keeping me company.”

By the time they finished, two hours had passed, and the office was long deserted.

With no one around, Qu Fengyue boldly reached for her hand.

As she was preparing to go downstairs, Qu Fengyue once again encountered the short-haired leader in the elevator.

Remembering Song Tai’s earlier words, Qu Fengyue wanted to let go of her hand.

But Song Tai, expression unchanged, greeted the leader without any hesitation and tightened her grip on Qu Fengyue’s hand as they stepped into the elevator.

Qu Fengyue froze.

Song Tai didn’t look at her. Instead, she smiled calmly at her direct superior, though there was an inexplicable hint of defiance in her expression.

Not directed at the leader, but at the person behind it all—Song Xuehe.

Since Song Xuehe already knew everything, then let her know.

The short-haired leader opposite them was momentarily stunned before quickly realizing that the relationship between the two seemed far from ordinary.

Her gaze lingered on their intertwined hands with puzzled curiosity, and she instinctively smiled. Even after Song Tai and Qu Fengyue had left the elevator, it took her a while to snap out of her daze.

Because Qu Fengyue had to work overtime today, their original plan to go home and watch a movie fell through.

Qu Fengyue walked her home, and before parting, she hugged Song Tai tightly, burying her face in her shoulder, murmuring reluctantly, “Sister, I don’t want to be apart from you.”

Song Tai suddenly asked, “Then do you want to move in with me?”

Qu Fengyue currently lived quite far away, and if they wanted to spend more time together, they barely had any free time as it was.

Qu Fengyue froze.

Song Tai smiled at her. “Well? Do you?”

These past few days, Song Xuehe had still been messaging her as usual, never mentioning anything about Qu Fengyue again.

She didn’t know what Song Xuehe was thinking.

But she felt there was no need for Song Xuehe to worry—her relationship with Qu Fengyue wouldn’t last more than a few months anyway.

Even though their feelings were gradually deepening, as if they were about to enter the honeymoon phase.

But Song Tai could already foresee how this relationship would end.

The faster their relationship progressed, the quicker Song Tai would grow tired of it once the novelty wore off.

It wasn’t as if she and Qu Fengling had never had sweet moments. At their most intimate, she had even talked about marriage vows and growing old together with Qu Fengling.

Because back then, she had genuinely wanted to marry Qu Fengling.

But after the novelty faded, hadn’t she still wanted a divorce?

So, even though she was sincerely proposing cohabitation now, it didn’t really mean anything.

But Qu Fengyue clearly took it seriously, looking at her with a mix of excitement and hesitation. “Is… is that really okay?”

Song Tai replied, “You’re my girlfriend. Why wouldn’t it be?”

Qu Fengyue quickly composed herself but hesitated. “But… isn’t it too soon?”

Song Tai chuckled. “I don’t think so. Unless you don’t want to live with me?”

She had expected Qu Fengyue to agree.

But to her surprise, after a moment of hesitation, Qu Fengyue refused—earnestly.

Afraid Song Tai might be upset, Qu Fengyue quickly added, “Sister, I love you. I want to be with you, but… can we wait a little longer?”

Song Tai was puzzled. “Wait?”

If Qu Fengyue wanted to be with her every moment, why refuse?

Suddenly, Qu Fengyue wrapped her arms around Song Tai from behind, embracing her waist. The light cast a shadow over them as her hand gently caressed Song Tai’s abdomen. With an expectant gaze, she whispered, “Mm, it’s not the right time yet.”

“Just wait a little longer… just a little longer, and we’ll be together forever. Never apart again.”

Her tone carried a strange excitement, her pupils rapidly dilating and contracting as if she were already envisioning a future where Song Tai would stay with her forever.

“Song Tai, I really love you.”

Song Tai froze, a sudden chill creeping up her spine.

The familiar gesture inexplicably reminded her of Qu Fengling.

But before she could dwell on it, Qu Fengyue had already released her with a natural expression, pouting playfully, “Don’t be mad, okay?”

Song Tai stared into her eyes, snapping out of her daze. Her fingers curled slightly as she smiled. “It’s fine, I’m not mad. We can wait a little longer.”

She reassured herself—this was probably just Qu Fengyue’s way of showing affection.

She also thought it was better to wait before moving in together. That way, their relationship could stretch out a little longer.

The idea of cohabiting had been a spur-of-the-moment suggestion, just a passing thought.

This relationship was like a loading bar in a game—no matter how slow, it would inevitably reach the end.

But before that happened, she could at least enjoy the romance a little more.

Besides, Chen Ling had just invited her to dinner the next evening.

Glancing at her phone, Song Tai smiled and asked, “Want to come with me?”

…

The next day.

Chen Ling had already reserved a restaurant and sent her the location.

Half an hour later, Qu Fengyue held her hand nervously, worrying the entire way about whether she was making a good impression.

This was her first time meeting one of Song Tai’s friends.

The fact that Song Tai was introducing her to someone meant she was starting to acknowledge their relationship—how could she not be nervous?

Noticing her tension, Song Tai found her reaction rather endearing and reassured her, “Don’t worry, Chen Ling is really easygoing. You’ll see when you meet her…”

They were just one intersection away from the meeting spot when Song Tai suddenly stopped mid-sentence, her gaze fixed across the street.

Qu Fengyue followed her line of sight.

Under a streetlight not far away stood a woman—tall, dressed in a fitted shirt and tailored trousers, her long, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, exuding an air of mature elegance.

Song Tai called out cheerfully, “Chen Ling!”

Hearing her voice, Chen Ling turned toward them. Her eyes landed on their tightly clasped hands, then flicked to Qu Fengyue.

Qu Fengyue met her gaze squarely, tightening her grip on Song Tai’s hand.

The two locked eyes across the distance.

Oblivious, Song Tai was about to call out again when she noticed Chen Ling’s expression darken for a split second.

But in the next moment, it was gone—as if she had imagined it.

Chen Ling averted her gaze, looking back at Song Tai with a soft smile. Gently, she said, “Come here, Cai Cai.”

Without thinking, Song Tai let go of Qu Fengyue’s hand and dashed toward her in the last few seconds of the green light.