I Don't Want to Have Little Mushrooms with You - Chapter 19

Song Tai remained silent.

The atmosphere instantly grew heavy, with only the faint strains of music filling the space between them.

“Just a joke—don’t hate me for it, Miss Song.”

Sensing Song Tai’s displeasure and resistance, Qu Lingyue chuckled, releasing her grip and handing over the nightgown before turning to leave.

Song Tai looked down at the garment in her hands.

The thin fabric was light and sheer, barely registering any weight in her palm. Only then did she realize which nightgown Qu Lingyue had chosen for her.

The back was completely open, exposing the smooth expanse of her spine, held up only by two delicate straps trembling precariously around her neck.

She had bought this half a year ago, intending to wear it for Qu Fengling—who loved embracing and kissing her from behind.

At the time, her infatuation with Qu Fengling had begun to wane, though not entirely faded, and she had wanted to salvage their marriage.

But in the end, she never wore it—her feelings for Qu Fengling had dimmed faster than she expected.

She hadn’t thrown the nightgown away, leaving it forgotten in the closet.

She never imagined Qu Lingyue would dig it out.

Song Tai frowned. Of all the options, why did this woman have to pick that one?

Reluctantly, she put it on, but the moment she stepped out of the bathroom, she immediately rummaged through the closet for another nightgown, swapping out the first and tossing it onto the chair by the vanity.

She pushed open the bedroom door and scanned the living room.

Only Qu Lingyue was there, lounging on the sofa with a glass of water in front of her, scrolling through her phone with casual ease.

Where was Qu Fengyue?

Irritation flickered across her brow as she started to close the door.

Then Qu Lingyue suddenly called out, “Miss Song.”

“Can we talk?”

Their eyes met.

Perhaps it was Qu Lingyue’s naturally aloof features, which gave her an unapproachable air—but when she fixed her gaze on someone, it created the illusion that her entire world revolved around them.

A few seconds later, Song Tai sat down, tucking a pillow behind her back. She frowned instinctively—her chest still ached faintly from Qu Fengyue’s earlier bite.

Qu Lingyue’s eyes lingered on her, admiration clear in her gaze, showing no surprise at the change of nightwear. “This one looks lovely too.”

Song Tai had no patience for small talk. “What is it?”

Qu Lingyue set down her glass, meeting her eyes directly. “Do you dislike me, Miss Song? Why?”

No reason.

They just didn’t click.

She hated the way Qu Lingyue looked at her—like she was selecting prey.

Song Tai turned away, impatience edging her tone. “No, you’re overthinking it.”

Qu Lingyue studied her, lips curling into an amused smile, her eyes blatantly calling bullshit.

“We’ve only met three times. Why do you have such a strong bias against me?”

Though phrased as a question, her tone was declarative, utterly confident.

Qu Lingyue continued, “If it was that night in the elevator that gave you a bad impression, then I apologize. I was merely drawn to you—I didn’t know you already had a girlfriend. My mistake.”

“If it was the other two times…” She paused, a wry smile surfacing as if recalling the scene. “I don’t think I can be blamed for those. I was just being a helpful neighbor.”

She was referring to the times she had escorted Qu Fengyue upstairs when she couldn’t get in and when she had knocked on the door to deliver a few small boxes.

Song Tai instantly recalled the scene from that night when she had knocked on the door.

“Miss Song was in too much of a hurry and forgot about her neighbor’s existence.”

Qu Lingyue rested her chin on her hand, leisurely watching her as she slowly finished her sentence.

“So why is that? Does Miss Song dislike me so much?”

What a lunatic, with that slick tongue of hers.

Song Tai was so irritated by her words that she almost laughed. If bringing Qu Fengyue upstairs could barely be considered help, then what was the meaning behind the second time? Sending over something like that—such behavior far exceeded what should be expected from a stranger. It only made her feel violated, yet this woman insisted on sugarcoating her actions as neighborly assistance.

Song Tai: “Changing five girlfriends in a month—it’s only natural I’d have some prejudice.”

Qu Lingyue raised an eyebrow in surprise, chuckling softly. “Just because of that? I thought Miss Song and I were the same kind of people.”

“But… since Miss Song knows about this, can I boldly assume you’ve been paying attention to me?” Her tone was teasing.

Song Tai replied coldly, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Qu Lingyue hummed in response, her voice softening with a hint of dejection, even sounding somewhat pitiful. “Really? But I genuinely like Miss Song. I mean no harm—I just really want to give it a try with you.”

“I didn’t expect Miss Song’s impression of me to be so terrible.”

Song Tai’s frown deepened.

This woman wasn’t just insane—she was also frivolous and lacked any sense of morality.

She had clearly met Qu Fengyue multiple times, yet she still dared to say such things when Qu Fengyue wasn’t around.

Just then, there was a sound at the door—someone was entering the passcode. Song Tai immediately looked up.

Qu Fengyue had returned.

Qu Lingyue turned her gaze toward the door alongside Song Tai, as if she could see Qu Fengyue unlocking it through the wood. Suddenly, she leaned in closer.

The aggressive scent of the woman’s perfume enveloped Song Tai in an instant. Annoyed, she tried to push her away when Qu Lingyue suddenly spoke, her voice laced with amusement:

“Miss Song, does this poor little puppy know you only see her as a temporary distraction?”

Song Tai whipped her head around to glare at her.

“You treat her as a fleeting amusement, but have you ever considered that even the most obedient dog can bite?”

“What if one day, you can’t shake her off?”

Song Tai’s eyes turned icy. “That’s none of your business.”

Qu Lingyue smiled at her.

“If that day ever comes, I can help you.”

“I only have one request—after the breakup, could Miss Song consider me? After all, we’re the same kind of people.”

Her voice lowered, slow and enticing:

“And I’d be more than happy for Miss Song to treat me as a temporary distraction.”

“Anytime.”

“Whenever you want.”

The moment her words faded, the door swung open.

Qu Lingyue straightened up naturally, putting distance between herself and Song Tai.

Qu Fengyue had just come in from outside. She clearly hadn’t expected Song Tai to still be in the living room. Her cheeks flushed red, and she took a step back, clumsily trying to hide something behind her. “Sister, you’re still awake?”

But it was too late—Song Tai had already seen it.

A familiar little box, the same brand as the one Qu Lingyue had given her last time, but with slight differences. This one had a pink octopus tentacle with suction cups printed on it—highly suggestive.

Song Tai instantly understood what Qu Fengyue had gone out to do.

But why would Qu Fengyue suddenly think to buy something like that?

She had been with Qu Fengyue for nearly a month now and had gradually come to understand each other’s preferences.

Qu Fengyue preferred kissing and biting her with her mouth, rarely using her hands.

Song Tai was puzzled.

Qu Lingyue picked up a glass of water and took a sip, as if reading her thoughts. With a faint smile, she said, “I was the one who recommended it to her.”

“Miss Song, I think you’d like it.”

Song Tai immediately turned to look at her.

Qu Lingyue gazed at her leisurely, a smile playing on her lips, her hazel-green eyes conveying a silent message: I probably understand you better than she does. I’d suit you more.

Those hazel-green eyes were uniquely striking. In their reflection, Song Tai caught a glimpse of herself, and in that instant, only two words surfaced in her mind:

You’re insane.