Making Three Heartless Woman Go Crazy for Me - Chapter 37

Long before realizing this was a “stand-in” romance, Qi Lanshi knew her relationship with Luan Hua would inevitably transform from a contractual arrangement into a genuine romantic partnership, thus ushering in the next chapter of their story.

However, she never imagined it would unfold in such a bizarre manner.

She briefly wondered if she had driven Luan Hua mad, leading her to utter such absurd words.

“Even though I understand the logic behind Luan Hua’s words, they still sound utterly ridiculous at first glance.”

Luan Hua’s current predicament stemmed from realizing she had fallen for Qi Lanshi while simultaneously knowing Qi Lanshi didn’t reciprocate her feelings.

“Doesn’t like her” was an understatement. Qi Lanshi’s attitude made it glaringly clear: given the chance, she would leave Luan Hua without hesitation.

Luan Hua dared not reveal her true feelings. Already at a disadvantage emotionally, she could only compensate through external means, striving to maintain a semblance of dignity.

Truly… stubbornly endearing and pitiful.

Knowing all this, Qi Lanshi naturally wouldn’t expose Luan Hua’s facade. Instead, she would play along, indulging Luan Hua’s whims and embarking on this utterly nonsensical romance.

As the two women began their “relationship,” the Livestream audience erupted into chaos.

I initially felt sorry for the CEO when I saw her looking so forlorn, but she immediately snapped back to her usual self.

Isn’t this just her consistent performance?

Is she even human? Or is she just insane?

Lanlan is actually playing out a romance plot now! I can’t tell which of these two is more deranged.

Qi Lanshi explained, “This so-called ‘romantic relationship’ is just to appease Luan Hua. After all, according to her definition, I give her money and she sleeps with me. What’s the difference from our previous arrangement?”

“Luan Hua is gradually realizing her emotional dependence on me, but it’s still far from enough.”

“Giving her a little sweetness now will only make the eventual breakup and betrayal all the more devastating.”

Qi Lanshi smiled as she spoke. Her voice was gentle, and her expression even hinted at indulgence, but the implications of her words were chilling.

Luan Hua took the romance seriously, even posting about it on social media. Unsurprisingly, the post received no likes. Only Gu Jingshu commented with a single “6.”

This unblessed social media post served only to further Qi Lanshi’s notoriety.

She had transformed from Luan Hua’s stand-in into the fox spirit who had driven Luan Hua mad with desire. Even worse, everyone now pitied Bai Jiao.

Upon learning this, Qi Lanshi felt a wave of disgust.

Calling her a fox spirit was one thing, but portraying Bai Jiao as a victim was utterly absurd.

“Actually, I don’t hate Bai Jiao,” Qi Lanshi said calmly. “As I’ve said before, she’s just an NPC with no self-awareness. Her actions are all programmed by the game developers. What I truly despise is the development team behind her.”

Her voice remained cool and detached. “But now, it seems you’re deliberately using Bai Jiao’s character to disgust me. That’s something I can’t accept.”

The System retorted:  Actually, you’ve been annoyed all along, but you’re only reacting now.

“Exactly,” Qi Lanshi readily admitted.

She could use unexpected plot twists to counter Luan Hua and seize control of the narrative, but that didn’t mean she would tolerate the game developers’ manipulations.

“I’ve never seen a game that rides roughshod over its players, forcing them to endure such blatant disgust. If you can’t handle deviations from the scripted Romance Plot, then you shouldn’t have attempted a high-freedom Holographic Game in the first place. Go home and play with your eggs.”

In a gentle, calm voice, Qi Lanshi spoke words that silenced the System.

She didn’t wait for a response, nor did she care. Turning away, she went to find Luan Hua. Lacking experience in romantic relationships, Luan Hua had sought advice online, ultimately granting Qi Lanshi the right to freely access her phone.

After all, the internet said that lovers should trust and provide each other with a sense of security, and allowing access to one’s phone was a crucial way to offer that security.

Thus, Qi Lanshi effortlessly obtained Bai Jiao’s contact information.

“What are you looking at?” Luan Hua asked.

For some reason, Qi Lanshi’s scrutiny of her phone today made her feel uneasy, something she had never experienced before.

“Just browsing. Is that a problem?” Qi Lanshi countered. “If you don’t actually want me looking at your phone, you can just say so. I’ll give it back.”

Luan Hua immediately replied, “That’s not what I meant. Of course you can look at it.”

Seeing no sign of anger from Qi Lanshi, she ventured, “Then… can I look at your phone?”

“Absolutely not.”

Luan Hua refused to give up. “But… you can look at mine. And I’ve given you a sense of security. Shouldn’t you reciprocate?”

“First, you offered to show me your phone, not the other way around. Second, everyone has different standards. For me, showing you my phone would only make me feel insecure.” Qi Lanshi glanced at Luan Hua. “Or are you going to force me again, against my will?”

“I wouldn’t,” Luan Hua said, her voice tinged with hurt. “I won’t look, then.”

Hearing this, Qi Lanshi showed a hint of satisfaction. She put down her phone and opened her arms to Luan Hua. “Good. I trust you. Come here, let’s hug.”

Luan Hua obediently set aside her work and leaned into Qi Lanshi’s embrace. She felt the gentle pats on her back, half-closed her eyes, and wrapped her arms around Qi Lanshi’s waist.

This is perfect.

She and Qi Lanshi had simply gotten off to a rocky start by accident. Everything could still be salvaged. Over the past few weeks, Qi Lanshi’s attitude toward her had softened considerably. Sooner or later, Qi Lanshi would come to love her.

Even if she never loved her, it wouldn’t matter. As long as Qi Lanshi remained by her side, in her arms, what difference did love make?

This was their forever.

Qi Lanshi had no idea what Luan Hua was thinking. If she did, she would have said, “You’re not bad-looking, but your fantasies are quite extravagant.”

The next day, Qi Lanshi arranged to meet Bai Jiao. She woke up at nine, long after Luan Hua had already left for work.

Formalizing their relationship seemed to have given Luan Hua a sense of security. She no longer insisted on Qi Lanshi’s constant presence, but she would still check in occasionally.

Just like now.

Qi Lanshi was about to leave when Luan Hua called.

She glanced at the time and asked, “Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting?”

Qi Lanshi’s familiarity with Luan Hua’s schedule reassured her. Luan Hua’s voice softened slightly. “Ten more minutes. What about you? Are you up yet?”

“I’ve been up for a while. I’m just heading out now,” Qi Lanshi said, slipping on her shoes. “Do you have lunch plans? If not, can I come find you?”

Luan Hua paused before replying, “Okay.”

After hanging up, Qi Lanshi glanced at the security camera in the corner, chuckled softly, and pushed the door open to leave.

She had arranged to meet Bai Jiao at a high-end café, the kind Qi Lanshi would never have set foot in if not for the game.

“I’m sorry, I think I’m a bit late,” Qi Lanshi said with a smile.

Bai Jiao stared at her face for a long moment, then scrutinized her designer outfit before shaking her head. “Not at all. I just arrived myself.”

Bai Jiao knew she had lost, but she hadn’t imagined the defeat would be so complete.

In the original story, she was the White Moonlight, while Qi Lanshi was merely a firefly, kept as a pet and admired only because her glow vaguely resembled the moon’s.

Now, Qi Lanshi stood before her, poised and elegant in head-to-toe designer brands, while Bai Jiao had been publicly exposed by Luan Hua on social media, becoming an object of scorn and secret fascination for countless people.

In their discussions, Bai Jiao had become the pitiful victim, defeated by her own replacement. Many felt sympathy for her, but… who cared about sympathy?

Only losers earned pity.

If an outsider were to see them now, they would likely assume Bai Jiao was the replacement.

Bai Jiao lowered her gaze and asked, “Why did you want to meet me?”

“Of course there is. You haven’t paid the price for your actions yet. I’m here to expedite your punishment,” Qi Lanshi said with a smile, her words cutting like a knife. “I want you to disappear from my sight forever.”

Bai Jiao froze for a long moment before a look of humiliated anger surfaced on her face. “What do you mean by that?”

“Exactly what I said. But don’t get angry—at least finish your coffee first.” Qi Lanshi’s smile never wavered. “I’ve been curious for a while, Miss Bai. Your actions seem illogical. I’ve always wondered why you came back for Luan Hua when you clearly don’t care for her.”

Bai Jiao’s face remained flushed with anger as she retorted, “What’s it to you? And who do you think you are to ask me that?”

“Nothing much, just a passing curiosity. If you don’t want to answer, that’s fine.” Qi Lanshi lifted her coffee and took a sip. “After all, it won’t be long before you can’t even maintain the facade of success, and you’ll be a complete failure.”

“You—”

“I advise you to remain calm and composed. That way, when you’re thrown out, you won’t look quite so pathetic.”

Bai Jiao bitterly regretted agreeing to meet Qi Lanshi. This woman had only come to humiliate her!

“You look down on me? But what are you, then?” Bai Jiao’s voice sharpened. “You say I don’t love Luan Hua? Do you think your relationship is true love? You’re even more pathetic and shameful than I am!”

Qi Lanshi didn’t bother to refute this. She calmly nodded. “You’re right. I am indeed…”

“What she and I have is none of your business! Who do you think you are to question us?” Luan Hua interrupted Qi Lanshi with harsh words, forcefully cutting her off.

She had been lying to herself all along.

She couldn’t bear Qi Lanshi not loving her, let alone hearing her say it aloud.

I know you guys think I’m a flake, but here’s the thing: if I set a goal of writing six chapters a day, I can at least consistently manage three. If I lower my standards, I’ll just…

It’s the same principle as a student aiming for a hundred points getting at least eighty, while a student aiming for eighty can still pass. But a student who only aims to pass often fails entirely.

Waaah, I’m such a failure.