My Villain Is Super Sweet (GL) - CHAPTER 72

The matter with the He family had come to a temporary end.

But why only temporary?

Gu Qingci showed a complicated expression.

She hesitated, wondering if it was really okay to gossip with Lin Lang about her biological father like this.

“Come on, tell me! I really want to know—I’m super curious!”

Lin Lang hugged Gu Qingci, acting all sweet and playful by her ear, just to get the scoop.

She clearly had no sense that they were talking about her actual dad.

Maybe she really did see He Weimin as more of an enemy than a parent.

Gu Qingci couldn’t resist her begging, so she started speaking—awkwardly and with lots of pauses.

“Well… how should I put this… He Weimin has always had a great reputation. People say he’s super disciplined, never messes around.”

In their social circle, some praised him as a clean-cut man, the ideal partner for women. Others scoffed, thinking he was just really good at hiding things, saying he probably got up to no good behind the scenes.
“But… according to someone who knows the inside story, he got injured years ago. You know, that kind of injury. So… he only ever had one child.”

The truth was, it wasn’t that he had great self-control or morals. He just… couldn’t do much even if he wanted to.

Lin Lang’s mouth formed an “O.”

Her first instinct was to laugh—Serves him right! How ironic that he got hurt right there!

But just as she was about to let out a laugh, something clicked.

Her smile froze. Her whole body stiffened like she was in shock.

Holy crap.

No wonder He Weimin is so obsessed with marriage alliances!

Turns out… he only has one kid.

On one hand, he knew that with the old man’s stubborn, old-school mindset, only a son could inherit the family business. He wasn’t about to watch someone else reap the rewards of his hard work.

On the other hand, this was his only flesh and bl00d. Like the saying goes, “Even a scabby kid is still your own.” No way would he be willing to let some outsider with no bl00d ties take over the family assets.

So that’s why he came up with this plan—to make He Jikai marry her.

So shameless!
No wonder his behavior was so strange and contradictory. On one hand, he acted like he had to take Lin Lang back, like he wouldn’t stop until he did. But on the other hand, he never actually hurt her.

It was probably this inner conflict that made He Jikai hesitate while scheming against Lin Lang. He didn’t hold back completely, but he also didn’t dare go too far. He was afraid that if things got out of hand, it would enrage He Weimin—and then he’d really be done for.

Lin Lang stammered, “So… this whole thing’s not really over?”

Maybe daughters didn’t mean much in the He family. But He Weimin couldn’t have any more children, which made this daughter just a little more precious to him.

Still, Lin Lang didn’t feel the slightest bit comforted. In fact, she felt deeply uncomfortable.

Gu Qingci found her reaction amusing.

“Who knows? It all depends on what He Weimin decides to do.”

“But for the next few years, he probably won’t make any moves.”

After all, he’d just publicly made a mess of the “acknowledging the daughter” farce. If he turned around and wanted her back now, it’d be a huge slap in his own face.

Besides, he had plenty of problems to deal with.
“He’s got to fix the Ruihe issue and deal with the old man. He needs to outsmart him, keep the others in check, and stop them from making things worse. He’s swamped.”

That part confused Lin Lang.

“Didn’t the old man get betrayed by all his kids working together?”

Without any direct family by his side, Old Master He didn’t even count as legally independent.

“That’s because he has an illegitimate son,” Gu Qingci said with a grin, clearly enjoying the drama. “And He Weimin absolutely can’t accept the idea of the old man passing the family business to him. He won’t even allow the thought of it.”

After being backstabbed by his legitimate children, Old Master He’s only hope was for that illegitimate son to come forward, bust him out, and overturn the whole “illness” narrative.

But Gu Qingci wasn’t optimistic about it.

What Old Master He wanted had never been the same as what He Weimin wanted. As for taking Lin Lang back into the family—if it helped Ruihe survive, then she was a bridge to be used. If not, she’d be the scapegoat.

To He Weimin, the old man’s excuses were just a way to pave the road for that illegitimate son.

Even if He Weimin had no emotional attachment to Lin Lang, he still wouldn’t allow her to be sacrificed just to benefit someone so unrelated.

Why should they be the ones who suffer, while some random outsider reaps the rewards?

Because of how ruthless and efficient He Weimin was, the whole He family situation wrapped up even faster than Gu Qingci had expected.

And with the release of a strong Q1 financial report showing huge profits, both women were in an even better mood.

Everything was heading in the right direction.

The only downside?

Fang Baihui was visiting way too often.

After the research conference in mid-March, he shamelessly hung around the company for two days, saying, “Well, since I’m already here…”

Now it was just mid-April—and he was back again!

It was impossible to believe he didn’t have an ulterior motive. Anyone with half a brain could see it.

Just look around—the employees were all giving their boss and the handsome visitor very knowing looks.

Lin Lang, for one, was extremely on guard around Fang Baihui.

He was rich, handsome, and actually a decent person. And yet, he was constantly hovering around her girlfriend. Who wouldn’t be wary?

It wasn’t even about trust anymore. Sometimes, it was just plain territorial—like two tigers can’t live on one mountain. Especially when one of them had a history of showing interest in your girlfriend.

Still, suspicious or not, she had to treat him properly.

Lin Lang politely welcomed him and led him toward the conference room, casually trying to figure out why he was here.

“President Fang, you’re such a busy man. What brings you over this time—something important?”

Fang Baihui had a good impression of Lin Lang, and was happy to chat.

“Of course. Very important!” he said, nodding seriously as he spoke.
Lin Lang smiled casually, her expression relaxed as she gently coaxed, “What’s this important matter? Mind sharing a little?”

Having spent over a decade navigating the underworld, she knew exactly which tone, expression, and attitude made people feel at ease and willing to open up.

And when she smiled like that, it just made her seem extra approachable—so much so that Fang Baihui suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to share.
He looked around nervously, then instinctively lowered his voice. “It’s about a lifelong matter.”

He had just thought of a brilliant plan to get closer to the exceptional woman he had his eye on—an absolutely genius idea! The excitement in his heart showed in his voice, which practically oozed with joy.

Lin Lang’s expression shifted slightly. She kept fishing for more information. “So, you already have someone in mind? Congratulations!”

Out loud, she was congratulating him, but in her mind, she was imagining doing a full 360-degree roundhouse kick followed by stomping him into the ground a hundred times.

As expected—this guy still had his sights set on her lady!

Unbelievable!

Fang Baihui grinned so hard that even the corners of his eyes curved up. He gave a small, almost unnoticeable nod, his face glowing with barely-contained happiness that still managed to sneak through.

Looking at that handsome face so full of joy, Lin Lang seriously had the urge to punch him and wipe that smug smile right off.

What are you smiling about, huh?! Careful or I’ll beat you until you cry!

Even though her inner world was in absolute chaos, she still dutifully helped settle him in and chatted with him for a while—at least until Gu Qingci came over.

The two locked eyes for a moment. Gu Qingci tugged on Lin Lang’s sleeve. “Why don’t you stay a bit longer?”

Of course Lin Lang had no objections!

But Fang Baihui looked slightly uncomfortable and politely declined.

If seeing Fang Baihui set off alarm bells for Lin Lang, for Gu Qingci, he was the kind of person who gave her a constant headache.

She was honestly tired of him.

Holding her forehead, she asked bluntly, “Why are you here again?”

Had it even been twenty days since the last time?

Sure, their business cooperation was going fine, but there was no reason for him to fly from Haishi to Beijing twice in one month!

This is strictly a business relationship—money only. Anything else? Absolutely not!

No matchmaking, no marriage arrangements, no nothing!

Fang Baihui straightened his sleeves with a smug, self-important air. “I came up with a great idea.”

“To meet high-quality women, you have to be in the right place. That way, the results come twice as fast with half the effort.”

He said casually, “Isn’t the Huada anniversary celebration happening in a few days?”
“I figured I’d join the fun.”
He used to be way too fixated!

He kept circling around his own social circle, never once thinking—maybe he could expand the range a little.

Students from Huada, one of the top two universities in the country, were all outstanding!

At the very least, they had officially certified high IQs.

Gu Qingci looked speechlessly at this male version of a marriage-obsessed maniac and responded half-heartedly, “Oh. But you don’t have to come here for that.”

If you want to join in the fun, go hang out at Huada by yourself. Why show up at my place?

You come here a couple more times and I’m going to end up as someone else’s “fun.”

Fang Baihui grinned mysteriously. “I just wanted to ask Yuan Bo about making a donation to Huada. Maybe a new building, or a research lab, or even a scholarship. Just trying to figure out which would be the most useful.”

The moment Gu Qingci realized he wasn’t here specifically for her, she was instantly relieved.

She quickly got up and left him behind, planning to go calm down her very jealous someone.

“Alright, then we’ll go get busy. I’ll have Lin Lang send someone over to help you.”

Since she was heading to find Lin Lang anyway, she might as well multitask. Two birds with one stone.

Thanks to the power of his wallet, Fang Baihui scored himself a special guest spot at Huada’s 120th anniversary celebration.

The celebration would last an entire month and—very considerately—kicked off on a Friday. That way alumni only needed to take one day off and could enjoy the whole weekend of festivities.

Gu Qingci and Yuan Ying were both well-known alumni and had also been invited as special guests—basically there to help Huada look good.

Gu Qingci watched as Fang Baihui tagged along with Yuan Ying to meet her old advisor and the dean of her college. During their casual conversation, he brought up his wish to contribute to Huada, and started talking non-stop.

“During our collaboration, I really got to see how outstanding Yuan Bo is. I’m so thankful to Huada for cultivating such talent—that’s what gave me this idea.”

He glanced at Yuan Ying meaningfully and added with admiration, “That’s why I want to do what little I can, to help Huada continue producing more brilliant students like Yuan Bo!”

Gu Qingci: ???

So I’m invisible now?

I’m standing right here, but in your eyes, I don’t even exist?

This is what people call praising one while dissing another, you know that?

D*mn it!

Gu Qingci stared at Fang Baihui with a dark look, trying to kill him with her gaze alone.

But Fang Baihui was fully immersed in showering Huada and Yuan Ying with flattery, totally unaware of the murderous energy being directed his way.

With that deceivingly good-looking face, as long as he acted a little humble and friendly, people would naturally like him.

And he kept name-dropping Yuan Ying every chance he got, acting like it was her influence that sparked his admiration for Huada, all while boosting her reputation in front of the school’s leadership.

Watching how smoothly things were going and how everyone seemed to be getting along, Gu Qingci started to have a strange feeling.

Why did this whole scene look so familiar?

She finally figured it out when she saw Yuan Ying getting visibly uncomfortable from all the praise, trying hard to remain polite.

Oh. That cursed déjà vu.

No wonder it felt so familiar.

This was exactly how she used to act in front of her mom—seizing every opportunity to say good things about Lin Lang and build up her reputation.
The young lady, whose work had been copied, was missing Lin Lang more than ever.

Now she realized what was going on—why had Fang Baihui been showing up at their company so often lately, constantly trying to find excuses to talk to Yuan Ying?

He even used the excuse of asking for advice on what to donate to Huada, finding every chance to chat with Yuan Ying. He’d managed to strike up a friendship with her through messaging apps. Give it a little more time, and he’d probably be planning their wedding already.

He was quietly getting close to Yuan Ying and had even started blending into her social circle.

He was clearly targeting her senior!

Suddenly, she had this weird feeling—like she was being force-fed someone else’s romance.

Even if it was only a one-sided “romance” from Fang Baihui, and Yuan Ying hadn’t noticed a thing.

The young lady snorted inwardly. Just wait until tonight when Lin Lang comes to pick her up. We’ll show you what real romance looks like!

Bored, she looked around aimlessly, grumbling in her mind.

Little did she know—she had also become a beautiful sight in other people’s eyes.

Down below, people started whispering among themselves. Then phones came out, fingers flew across screens, and the school forum lit up with excited posts.

“Wow, did you guys see that super pretty senior? No idea what year she’s from, but I really wanna go talk to her.”

“Huh? She looks kinda familiar.”

“Nah, you’re imagining things. Familiar how? Look where she’s standing—that’s the VIP section for well-known alumni. She must’ve graduated years ago!”

“No, for real, she does look familiar. Ah! I remember now—she’s from that hot forum post!”

“You mean that one? The one with the handsome girl?”

“Ahhhhh! They looked so good together! Total couple vibes!”

“Can you guys be more logical? Their faces were blurred out. How can you say they’re a perfect match? What, were the blurs symmetrical or something?”

“Hahaha! That’s a new angle, for sure.”

“Where’s the handsome girl now? Not with her? Aww man, I wanted to see them together!”

“Guys, chill. Didn’t someone in the thread say the other one isn’t from Huada?”

“I think she’s an assistant or something?”
Among the group of fans excitedly shipping the couple, a random comment suddenly changed the tone completely.

“What’s wrong with you people? They’re both women, and you’re talking about ‘true love’? Stop insulting them. Tons of men are into her—she doesn’t need to be with a woman.”

People immediately stopped shipping and started tagging friends: come see this clown!

A live one! Someone actually replying!

Love is love—why should one kind be seen as more legitimate than another?

Huada’s 120th anniversary celebration was a grand affair, with many big names from across China showing up. In terms of scale, it didn’t quite measure up to the academic seminar from a month ago, but people were still eager to attend.

Why? Because they all came from the same alma mater. Seeing familiar faces added a layer of connection, and more connections meant more opportunities.

For many, school reunions were partly about nostalgia—but mostly about networking in the real world.

If you’re rich and successful but don’t show it off at home, it’s like wearing fancy clothes in the dark.

Coming back for the school celebration was the perfect chance to show off—both among alumni and in the wider social circle.

During the day at the campus auditorium, everyone was still putting on polite faces. But once the evening banquet began, all pretenses dropped.

People clinked glasses, caught up with old classmates, and exchanged updates—scouting for potential collaborations.

Gu Qingci felt stifled and bored. After a quick trip to the restroom, she didn’t feel like going back to the banquet hall. Instead, she headed out to the terrace for some fresh air and a mental reset.

April in Beijing was one of the nicest times of year. The cool night breeze brushed softly against her face—not cold, just refreshingly crisp. It made her feel clear-headed and calm.

She glanced around and found the perfect hiding spot.

Behind a few tall potted trees—each about two meters tall and as thick as a waist—was a small glass table with three rattan chairs.

She wasn’t sure if someone had set it up intentionally, or if the staff had quietly made themselves a cozy corner. Either way, it was great—perfect for guests needing a break or employees looking to sneak off.

And now, Gu Qingci got to enjoy it. She was quite pleased.

From this spot, she could look down and see the city lights twinkling like stars, the crowd bustling below. It felt like watching a loud, chaotic play—completely silent from up here. It gave her a sense of distant solitude, like being high above the world.

She hadn’t been enjoying her quiet moment for long when Yuan Ying called and asked where she was, saying she wanted to come find her.

Gu Qingci found that odd. Why would Yuan Ying need to find her? This wasn’t elementary school—people didn’t need to go to the restroom in pairs. If she was feeling stuffy, couldn’t she just find a quiet spot like Gu Qingci had?

But when she saw Fang Baihui tagging along behind Yuan Ying like a giant piece of chewing gum, everything clicked.

Anyone stuck in a formal setting all day with a flashy guy they barely knew—who shone like a human spotlight—would be at their limit.

Yuan Ying looked worn out. She had clearly reached her breaking point and couldn’t wait to find someone else to share the burden.

As soon as she saw Gu Qingci, her face lit up with relief. She even gave a subtle look that practically begged: please take this guy off my hands!

Gu Qingci made a quick, efficient “please sit” gesture. “Sit.”

Yuan Ying didn’t hesitate—she plopped down next to her and let out a long breath. Finally, some peace.

She’d been followed around by a mobile spotlight all afternoon. She was nearly at her breaking point. Especially with people constantly dropping not-so-subtle hints—“Is he your new boyfriend? Where’d you find him? How long have you been dating?”

And even worse—some people asked right in front of Fang Baihui.
Fang Baihui, to his credit, had been a gentleman about it. He was polite, gracious, and considerate—he didn’t embarrass her by denying it outright. But still, it was a total secondhand embarrassment moment.

He opened his mouth, about to say something, when Gu Qingci silenced him with a simple hand gesture: “Quiet.”
Isn’t a full day of socializing exhausting enough? If you’re looking for peace and quiet, then act like it—just be a calm, handsome guy and everything will be fine.

The three of them sat in silence, staring blankly at the night view. Then, almost at the same time, they each looked down and started scrolling on their phones.

The vibe was unexpectedly harmonious.

Gu Qingci was chatting with Lin Lang, sending the occasional message here and there. Partway through their conversation, Lin Lang suddenly said, “I’m driving now. I’ll be there in ten minutes, tops.”

Lin Lang had come back to the city with the security team. Earlier, she’d let one of the others drive so she could keep chatting with Gu Qingci.

Now that she was behind the wheel, it meant she was heading straight over.

Gu Qingci couldn’t help but smile.

Perfect—she’d be able to go home soon!

She looked up. “Senior, Lin Lang will be here in a bit. Want to ride with us? We can drop you off if it’s on the way.”
“Sure!” Yuan Ying agreed instantly. “Should we go back inside and say goodbye to the professors?”

Gu Qingci thought for a second. “Nah, let’s wait for Lin Lang to get here first.”

She also wanted Lin Lang to meet people in her circle, after all.

Gu Qingci told Lin Lang where she was, then leaned her cheek on her hand, zoning out while waiting, eyes on the night view.

Suddenly, she heard someone outside mention her name.

Plenty of people had come out here to get away from the crowd or sneak a smoke, so voices drifting by weren’t unusual. Most of the time, no one paid attention.

But this time, they said her name.

Naturally, she couldn’t just ignore it. She perked up her ears and focused on eavesdropping.

Not just her—Yuan Ying and Fang Baihui also stopped moving, holding their breath.

Their expressions, their eyes, even their body language all silently said the same thing: Spill it. We want to hear this.

The group of men outside started by talking about how well her company was doing. They envied her family background and good luck. But clearly, that wasn’t what they really wanted to talk about. Barely three minutes in, the topic took a turn.

“Someone on the forum said she’s into girls. Is that for real?”

“What a waste if it is. There are so many good men out there.”

“You mean like you?”

“No way. She had a boyfriend before. Hey, you—weren’t you her first and only known boyfriend? Spill.”

“Maybe a man hurt her, so she turned to women. That kind of makes sense. Still feels like a waste though.”

If it had stopped there, the conversation might’ve still been tolerable. But then it took a disgusting turn.

One guy, sounding sleazy, said, “Maybe you weren’t good enough. Maybe she never got to experience how great men can be, so she—”

The so-called first boyfriend spat, laughed, and said, “Nonsense. I never even got the chance to prove whether I was good enough!”

Someone else sighed. “That explains it. If you’d slept with her back then, maybe you could’ve saved her from… the dark side.”

The three people sitting behind the potted plants all made the same exact face—like they’d just swallowed a fly.

Gu Qingci was thoroughly disgusted. She regretted it for the millionth time: why had she ever been curious about what dating was like? Why had she been so reckless back then?

But life’s weird like that. When something disgusting happens and someone else stands up for you, people blame the other party for starting it. But if you stand up for yourself, people act like you’re making a fuss over nothing—“it was just a joke.”

At that moment, she missed Lin Lang so much.

If Lin Lang were here, she could single-handedly verbally annihilate that group of guys.

Yuan Ying’s fists were clenched tight, her breathing had quickened from anger.

Fang Baihui, meanwhile, had a different kind of reaction. He looked at Gu Qingci with clear disapproval on his face.

Really? These guys?

This is what your taste was like?

Suddenly, a bright, clear voice came from outside:

“Now that’s an interesting take. Saying she didn’t choose men because she never learned how great they are? If that’s how it works…”

The guys who had been cracking dirty jokes all froze and turned around in shock.

If the voice belonged to someone they knew—this would be really awkward.

But when they saw it was a girl they didn’t recognize—someone who had just stepped onto the terrace, with a cold expression and a strikingly refined presence—they relaxed a little.
Lin Lang scanned the crowd with a look of contempt, her gaze sharp and unrelenting. “Making money is hard, eating crap is harder—didn’t you all just say that? Well, making money is tough, and I’m sure you losers have experienced that firsthand. But eating crap? Don’t tell me you’ve actually tried it.”

“Seriously, pigs overturn their pens, and now you want to turn the sky upside down? Your very existence is a disgrace to Huada University, dragging down its standards. You’re not only tasteless but completely illogical!”

The crowd, insulted to their faces, couldn’t help but feel indignant.

After all, they were being called out for bad-mouthing someone behind their back.

One hot-tempered person snapped back, annoyed, “Who do you think you are? What’s it got to do with you? Mind your own business!”

Lin Lang immediately fired back, “Who’s minding your business? You feel no shame talking behind someone’s back, but me calling you out in person isn’t something to be proud of?”

Someone stepped forward, clearly ready to teach her a lesson. After all, it was just one woman—surely she couldn’t be that intimidating? But before they could act, a companion held them back. “What are you trying to do? Let everyone see you starting a fight just because someone called you out for gossiping? And worse, fighting a woman?”

Lin Lang smirked at the scene, her tone dripping with mockery. “What’s the matter? No guts? Not even a little fight in you? People like you—pathetic, really. Even if I gave you a handicap and fought with one hand, you still wouldn’t stand a chance. And yet, you strut around like you’re all that. Honestly, isn’t it obvious why no one gives you the time of day? Some people would rather date girls than even glance your way. Makes sense, doesn’t it?”

She wore a face full of disdain, stepping recklessly on every nerve she could find. “What’s wrong? Not convinced?”

“I heard you talking so much trash behind people’s backs, I figured you wouldn’t mind it happening to you.”

Her words were deliberate, piercing through their pride like sharp needles. “I’m not even being as harsh as you were.”

“But then again,” she added with a malicious smile, her tone taunting, “that’s just how it is. I have class. You don’t.”

In truth, Lin Lang was hoping they’d lose their tempers and start something—then she’d have every reason to give them a good beating and avenge the young lady who’d been wronged.

Let them pay for their foul mouths!