Making Three Heartless Woman Go Crazy for Me - Chapter 25

This was the strangest sleep Qi Lanshi had ever had since entering the Game.

Luan Hua lay beside her, her breathing loud and clear, making Qi Lanshi restless. She tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

She rolled over again, turning to look at Luan Hua. In the darkness, she could only make out Luan Hua’s silhouette. Qi Lanshi reached out and touched the bridge of Luan Hua’s nose, inwardly sighing, “What a beautiful face. It’s hard to believe such a stunning face hides such a bizarre mind.”

Before Qi Lanshi could finish her thought, Luan Hua’s eyes snapped open, and she seized Qi Lanshi’s hand.

“Stop acting like this,” Luan Hua frowned. “How can someone fill their mind with such unhealthy thoughts? You need to practice abstinence. If you keep this up, your body won’t be able to handle it.”

Qi Lanshi: “……?!”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, her eyes widening in disbelief. “I wasn’t—I didn’t do anything!”

Luan Hua scoffed. “Caught red-handed, and you’re still denying it? What’s the point?”

“Fine, fine, you didn’t do anything,” Luan Hua relented, deciding to save Qi Lanshi some face. “You just wanted to touch me, right?”

Qi Lanshi fell silent again.

The question sounded so strange that she didn’t dare respond.

“Let’s sleep,” Luan Hua said, pressing a kiss into Qi Lanshi’s palm.

Qi Lanshi is getting cuter and cuter, Luan Hua thought. Even though her personality is nothing like Bai Jiao’s, she’s still adorable. And she secretly touches me at night.

In the darkness, Qi Lanshi watched the faint smile playing on Luan Hua’s lips, a shiver of goosebumps crawling across her skin.

She didn’t know what Luan Hua was smiling about, but given her twisted mind, it couldn’t be anything good.

Qi Lanshi tried to withdraw her hand, but the moment she moved, Luan Hua tightened her grip. Remembering the woman’s insomnia and the fact that they would be starting a new plotline tomorrow, Qi Lanshi reluctantly complied, letting Luan Hua hold her hand as they slept.

Before drifting off, Qi Lanshi reviewed Bai Jiao’s character profile one last time. The Game had truly given her the “White Moonlight” archetype: childhood friends with Luan Hua, their families of equal status. But while Luan Hua, as the heir, bore immense responsibilities, Bai Jiao could freely pursue her dreams, knowing her powerful family would always provide a safety net.

The White Moonlight archetype always involves art—painting, dance, or music—something refined and cultured. Bai Jiao truly possessed a natural talent for painting, as established in her character design. Her life and Luan Hua’s were polar opposites.

Luan Hua always felt that no matter how successful she became in business, she would remain a vulgar merchant. Bai Jiao, on the other hand, represented the purest corner of her heart.

She never considered being with Bai Jiao, believing herself unworthy and too afraid. Only by keeping Bai Jiao unattainable could their feelings remain eternally pure.

From the moment Bai Jiao reached out to her in the rain-soaked night of the car accident, Luan Hua had given her entire heart to this girl.

Qi Lanshi underlined this passage.

“So Luan Hua fell for Bai Jiao because she pulled her out of danger at a critical moment,” Qi Lanshi mused, stroking her chin. “I get it now.”

“Given the predictable nature of your plot, the player will probably have to repeat this scenario later, saving Luan Hua again to completely replace Bai Jiao in her heart.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… Luan Hua’s really having a rough time. Two car accidents? How dramatic.”

The disdain and mockery in her voice were unmistakable. The System desperately wanted to retort, but it had no grounds to do so: she had guessed correctly.

Now, the System truly wanted to go back and scold the writers and scriptwriters. What’s going on? What kind of plot is this? Qi Lanshi guesses everything right on the first try!

Qi Lanshi didn’t wait for the System’s reply, nor did she care. After reading Bai Jiao’s character synopsis, she finally felt a bit sleepy, yawned, and drifted off into a deep slumber.

The next morning, Luan Hua woke her up early, instructing her to dress up properly for the Art Exhibition.

Still half-asleep, Qi Lanshi yawned in protest. “Why do you insist on me going to the Art Exhibition? This is Miss Bai’s domain. I’m just a stand-in…”

“Shut up. Don’t say another word,” Luan Hua snapped, visibly annoyed by her constant references to being a “stand-in.” “Why doesn’t matter. What matters is that you listen to me. Just think of it as a way to enhance your artistic sense and cultivate your character.”

Hearing this, Qi Lanshi pondered for a moment before retorting, “You don’t think… that because Miss Bai can paint and I can’t, you think I’m not a good enough stand-in and want me to learn, do you?”

Luan Hua hadn’t thought that at all. In fact, she was stunned by Qi Lanshi’s counter-question.

But she didn’t immediately deny it. After a pause, she said, “What if I did?”

“Then you’ll have to pay more,” Qi Lanshi replied with mock seriousness. “Learning art at my age is incredibly difficult. It wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t compensate me properly.”

Luan Hua: “……”

She had long known that Qi Lanshi’s lips would never utter the words she longed to hear, yet she still felt a surge of anger.

Even Luan Hua herself couldn’t articulate exactly what those words were.

“Dream on. A mere substitute demanding investment from me?” Luan Hua pinched Qi Lanshi’s cheek, sneering. “If you want money, just ask directly. Stop playing games. I hate it.”

“So, will you give it to me?” Qi Lanshi showed no sign of displeasure, blinking innocently and smiling. “Money is always welcome. CEO Luan, please transfer funds whenever you feel like it. Thank you.”

And so, under Luan Hua’s dazed, furious gaze, Qi Lanshi received her second transfer. Staring at the string of zeros in her account balance, she felt genuine satisfaction and joy, even finding Bai Jiao slightly more tolerable.

Oh, wait, that’s not right. Bai Jiao had always been pleasing to her eyes, after all, they were so similar.

As the two women descended the stairs, Bai Jiao emerged from the kitchen carrying a bowl of porridge. The moment their eyes met, the smile on Bai Jiao’s face froze.

Luan Hua and Qi Lanshi had arrived together, while she was busy washing her hands and preparing breakfast.

In that moment, she felt like a servant attending to her masters.

“Good morning, Miss Bai,” Qi Lanshi said, taking in her expression. She stepped forward and took the porridge. “You’re up early. Did you make this yourself?”

Bai Jiao nodded. “I haven’t had Chinese food in ages. Since I woke up early today, I decided to prepare some myself.”

Bai Jiao’s act of making porridge was both a display of her thoughtfulness and tenderness, and a subtle message to Luan Hua: she was dissatisfied with the servants in the mansion. They couldn’t even cater to her tastes, forcing her to cook herself.

Yet despite all her efforts, Luan Hua’s focus remained solely on the fact that Bai Jiao had made the porridge.

Luan Hua frowned. “Your hands are meant for holding paintbrushes, not for such mundane tasks. Just tell the cook what you want to eat.”

As soon as she said this, Qi Lanshi clearly saw the corner of Bai Jiao’s eye twitch involuntarily, and her hands flinched, retreating behind her back.

In that brief exchange, Qi Lanshi understood why Luan Hua and Bai Jiao had never been together. With Luan Hua’s sharp tongue, who could tolerate her if not for her money?

Artists were already sensitive by nature, and Bai Jiao was the type who held grudges.

The breakfast was far from pleasant. After finishing, the three set off for the art exhibition.

Luan Hua had canceled all her work for the day to attend Bai Jiao’s exhibition. As they got into the car, Bai Jiao instinctively moved to sit in the back with Luan Hua, but Luan Hua gave her no chance.

Luan Hua had already pulled Qi Lanshi into the back seat.

Bai Jiao didn’t even have a chance to protest, as Luan Hua had taken the initiative, and this was Luan Hua’s car and territory.

“Miss Bai, would you like to squeeze in? This car is quite spacious,” Qi Lanshi said, her expression sincere.

Bai Jiao smiled faintly. “No need, thank you. I’ll just sit in the front.”

As she settled into the passenger seat, Bai Jiao felt it again—the clear realization that she was nothing more than an outsider.

It wasn’t just the seating arrangement; it was Luan Hua’s attitude. In the short time since getting into the car, Luan Hua had already leaned against Qi Lanshi’s shoulder and dozed off.

Qi Lanshi looked somewhat annoyed, a hint of suppressed anger in her expression, but ultimately didn’t push Luan Hua away, allowing her to remain leaning against her.

How typical of lovers’ banter, Bai Jiao thought. The two looked like any ordinary young couple.

And she, Bai Jiao, was the one disrupting their relationship, the villainous woman.

Bai Jiao closed her eyes and leaned back against the car seat, unable to understand how she had ended up in this situation.

Qi Lanshi was genuinely annoyed by Luan Hua. Her hair was too prickly, making her neck itch terribly.

The CEO’s insomnia was truly a bizarre plot device. With Luan Hua by her side, it seemed like she was trying to catch up on all the sleep she had missed in the past twenty-odd years, clinging to Qi Lanshi for a nap whenever she had a spare moment.

“What a pity,” Qi Lanshi muttered, bored and resorting to teasing the System. “If it were nighttime, I could have the driver drop us off in a secluded spot. This car is so spacious, perfect for exploring new scenarios.”

“Does your System have any relevant cards? It would save me the trouble of coming up with reasons and storylines myself.”

System: No. Please refrain from such remarks. This is a proper game.

“But your last hospital room scene was really well done! Don’t be so modest—you’re making me blush.”

The System wanted to explain that they had provided a legitimate storyline, and it was Qi Lanshi’s actions that had gone off track. But they had already arrived at the Art Exhibition, and Qi Lanshi was ignoring it.

So infuriating! Absolutely infuriating!

This was Bai Jiao’s first Art Exhibition since returning to the country, and she had put a great deal of effort into preparing it. Even someone with absolutely no artistic sense like Qi Lanshi could tell…

“These are all copies, aren’t they? Every single piece is a work by a master. Did you pay the copyright fees?”

For once, the System’s voice carried a hint of guilt.  After all, Bai Jiao is just an NPC. She doesn’t possess genuine creative ability, so we had to extract her works from reality.

But Qi Lanshi’s focus remained fixed: “Did you pay the copyright fees?”

No. The System gave up entirely. These are all masterpieces, long past their copyright protection period.

“Just as I suspected,” Qi Lanshi nodded in admiration. “When it comes to shamelessness, you capitalists truly take the cake.”

“Why are you spacing out? Did you understand it?” Luan Hua waved a hand in front of her eyes. “Getting so engrossed on your first visit to an Art Exhibition?”

“This isn’t my first time here,” Qi Lanshi huffed. “Don’t underestimate me. I may not have artistic talent, but I have a natural eye for appreciation.”

The information in her words was sparse, but enough to make Luan Hua frown. “You’ve been to an art exhibition before?” she asked. “Who brought you?”

Qi Lanshi glanced at her, chuckled, and said, “Didn’t you already investigate my past thoroughly? Do I really need to spell it out for you?”

Luan Hua’s mouth opened slightly, then closed.

She had investigated, but it seemed she hadn’t truly understood.

Just like now, Qi Lanshi stood beside her, yet Luan Hua couldn’t fathom what she was thinking.

This wasn’t the time to press for answers. It would only expose her own incompetence, and besides… asking would be futile. Qi Lanshi would never reveal anything.

Today’s art exhibition was Bai Jiao’s domain. Qi Lanshi had dressed as inconspicuously as possible, even wearing a hat, and focused solely on admiring the paintings.

To be fair, while the Game’s shameless appropriation of famous artworks was reprehensible, being able to appreciate these masterpieces up close was undeniably beneficial.

The last time Qi Lanshi had visited an art exhibition was in high school, and just like this time, she had been dragged there against her will.

“Just keep me company, please? I’ve been looking forward to this exhibition for so long,” the girl pleaded, her eyes brimming with a pitiful expression. “Please, please, please?”

Back then, Qi Lanshi had found it incredibly annoying. She needed to work part-time on weekends to earn money—how could she possibly waste time accompanying this pampered girl who had no worries about food or shelter and wanted to “cultivate her artistic sensibilities”?

And why was she so clingy? It was so irritating.

But the seventeen-year-old Qi Lanshi had already learned to avoid offending anyone. She merely frowned slightly, conveying her reluctance, and said, “But…”

Normally, those two words would have been enough to make the other person realize their unreasonable request and back down.

But the girl before her didn’t budge. Instead, she leaned closer with a smile. “I know I’m taking up your time, but I’ll compensate you. How much do you earn at your weekend job? I’ll double it.”

“Just give me a chance, please? I really want to go with you.”

At that moment, Qi Lanshi felt a pang of embarrassment, as if her true motives had been exposed. But… she desperately needed the money, so she finally nodded.

Well, she’s rich and gullible. Why not? Qi Lanshi told herself.

At seventeen, she didn’t yet understand that the girl wasn’t foolishly generous; she simply wanted to give her money.

She did enjoy art exhibitions, but she wanted to see them with Qi Lanshi even more.

“Stop looking,” Luan Hua said, grabbing Qi Lanshi’s wrist. “I’m tired. Come rest with me.”

Qi Lanshi looked at her suspiciously, her reluctance clear on her face. “But I’m not tired yet. You’re so strange—you dragged me here, and now you don’t want me to look?”

An inexplicable irritation filled Luan Hua’s chest.

Ever since they arrived at the exhibition, Qi Lanshi had been acting strangely. She stared at Bai Jiao’s paintings with an air of longing, as if reminiscing about someone far away.

The expression on Qi Lanshi’s face when she tilted her head back revealed genuine tenderness, tinged with nostalgia. She seemed almost ethereal, like the wind or a bird—free and impossible to capture.

For a moment, Luan Hua felt a pang of panic. Qi Lanshi was right beside her, yet she couldn’t hold onto her.

Only when she reached out and truly touched Qi Lanshi’s hand did the anxiety and fear dissipate, replaced by an inexplicable surge of anger.

Faced with Qi Lanshi’s reluctance, Luan Hua’s voice and demeanor turned cold. “Are you only just realizing how capricious I am? I don’t want you at the art exhibition anymore. Is that not allowed?”

“Of course it’s allowed. I’m just curious,” Qi Lanshi said, expressing her emotions while following Luan Hua. “Why did you bring me to the art exhibition in the first place?”

Why?

Qi Lanshi had been asking Luan Hua this question even before they left.

The truth was, there was no reason. Luan Hua simply wanted Qi Lanshi by her side.

Suddenly realizing this, Luan Hua felt something beyond anger: confusion.

Today was Bai Jiao’s art exhibition, a time meant for just the two of them. Why did she want Qi Lanshi here?

Luan Hua had no answer. She tightened her grip on Qi Lanshi’s hand, forcefully dragging her into the lounge and locking the door behind them.

“You’re not going anywhere else. Just stay here with me.”

Qi Lanshi: “……”

It was possible for her to stay put, but how could Luan Hua? Even if Luan Hua wanted to, Bai Jiao would never allow it. Otherwise, why would Bai Jiao have come to Luan Hua’s house the moment she returned to the country, showering her with affection?

After all, Luan Hua couldn’t even recognize Bai Jiao’s attempts to please her. She simply didn’t deserve the favor of such a beautiful woman!

As expected, Qi Lanshi hadn’t even finished sighing when a knock came at the lounge door. Bai Jiao’s voice drifted in: “Luan Hua, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Luan Hua: “……”

She had completely forgotten about Bai Jiao.

“Pfft.” Qi Lanshi couldn’t contain herself and burst out laughing.

Seeing Luan Hua’s dark expression, she silently made a shushing gesture, promising to stay quiet.

“I’m fine,” Luan Hua said. “I’m just a little tired and wanted to rest for a bit. You don’t need to worry.”

“Then could you open the door? I want to come in and check on you.”

Bai Jiao waited half a minute for a response. When none came, she took a slight breath and softened her voice even further. “Then rest well and come out as soon as you’re ready. So many people are waiting to see you. Our friends have all arrived.”

Bai Jiao knew when to advance and when to retreat. Realizing she wouldn’t achieve her goal, she turned and left without a trace of insistence, successfully making Luan Hua feel ashamed.

“How much longer are you going to keep Miss Bai waiting? Hurry up and go,” Qi Lanshi said solicitously. “Go on, I’ll be here waiting for you when you get back.”

Luan Hua turned to look at her. “You’re not leaving?”

Qi Lanshi nodded.

Luan Hua: “Do you really think I believe that?”

With that, she immediately summoned two security guards and ordered them to keep Qi Lanshi under strict surveillance, ensuring she didn’t take a single step out the door.

Qi Lanshi: “……”

Wow, this woman is really going too far! She’s off to see her White Moonlight while locking me in here.

“And she doesn’t even trust me! Do I really cause that much trouble?” Qi Lanshi grumbled, deeply dissatisfied. “I told her I wouldn’t leave. Does she have absolutely no faith in me?”

Yes. The System chimed in promptly. Moreover, your arrival here is part of the plot. You must leave the lounge. The Art Exhibition contains a major plot twist. Please cooperate, Player.

Qi Lanshi slumped back in her chair, motionless. “I’m not going. What if Luan Hua gets angry? I’m just a Golden Canary she keeps. I wouldn’t dare provoke her.”

Completing the plot earns a reward. The Player may select one card from a fixed Card Pool. All cards in the pool are purple Four-Star cards.

Qi Lanshi remained unmoved. “Your Card Pool? Forget it. The last ten-pull gave me a cold from being caught in the rain. No interest.”

 System:   …  This woman! She wasn’t saying this on the way here! Just moments ago, she was enjoying the sickroom roleplay!

Players can preview the Card Pool before deciding.

At this, Qi Lanshi finally felt a flicker of interest.

Though she still didn’t fully trust the game’s shady nature, this was a chance to get something for free.

She was already planning to follow the game’s storyline anyway. Since she was still livestreaming, she couldn’t just do what pleased her; the viewers’ experience mattered too. Even without the System’s prompts, she would have tried to create entertaining content.

“Fine, I guess,” Qi Lanshi said, feigning reluctance as she opened the fixed Card Pool provided by the System.

She strongly suspected the System had figured out her “no profit, no action” personality. This time, the Card Pool was surprisingly normal. At first glance, all the cards seemed useful, and there were so many—as if the System feared she wouldn’t be able to choose.

Qi Lanshi quickly filtered through the cards, selecting the Teleportation Card, Dream Entry Card, Dream Creation Card, Dating Card, and Longing Card.

Then, with unwavering resolve, she tossed the Dating Card aside.

What is this garbage? Even a dog wouldn’t want it!

“That’s all,” Qi Lanshi said after making her selections. “The ‘Target’ will be uncontrollably thinking of me within ten minutes thanks to this ‘Longing Card.’ Next time you have an event like this, be sure to call me. I’ll definitely cooperate.”

 System: …  For some reason, it felt like it was being taken advantage of.

Qi Lanshi was the most satisfied. She glanced at the door, where the two security guards were still dutifully stationed.

Escaping through the main entrance was clearly impossible. Without hesitation, she climbed out the window.

The lounge was on the second floor, not particularly high, but she hadn’t climbed walls or jumped out of windows in ages. For a moment, she felt a bit dizzy looking down. After gathering her composure, she found a suitable landing spot and leaped.

The moment her feet touched the ground, a round of applause erupted. She turned to see Gu Jingshu, the Troublemaker, grinning at her.

“Your entrance today was quite… unique,” Gu Jingshu said with a laugh. “How many more surprises do you have up your sleeve?”

“You’ve seen me at my most miserable, Miss Gu,” Qi Lanshi leaned in, her expression earnest. “Tell me honestly… are you… cursed to be my nemesis?”

Gu Jingshu: “……”

She was silent for a moment, then burst into laughter. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe we’re just incompatible.”

“Normally, I’d be happy to chat with you for money, to help you rich people kill time. But today, I’m genuinely busy.” Qi Lanshi glanced at the System’s location marker and turned to leave.

“You’re being too heartless! Even money can’t keep you here?” Gu Jingshu waved her phone, displaying a transfer page.

Qi Lanshi’s feet stopped against her will. She gritted her teeth and said, “Next time, definitely!”

In-game transfers were worthless; they couldn’t be withdrawn. Causing trouble was far more important.

Qi Lanshi quickened her pace. The Art Exhibition was vast, and she had to navigate through a maze of corridors before finally reaching the System’s designated location: an empty space with a single painting—the Mona Lisa.

Qi Lanshi felt like she was about to lose it. This was too absurd! Help!

The next moment, something even more catastrophic occurred.

The Mona Lisa shattered before her eyes.

A gasp erupted behind her. Qi Lanshi didn’t even need to turn around to know what had happened.

She sneered. Trying to frame me, huh?

You saved my life, no need to hang myself now, the author, who had been writing until 5:04 AM, chimed in.