The Cold Goddess Always Wants to Turn Me Gay (GL) - Chapter 31 - Zhi Zhi’s Secret Girlfriend

The next morning, Yu Xinxin woke up. She was alone in the room.

She rubbed her temples. She hadn’t slept well. She kept dreaming of Wei Zhi’s hopeless eyes, and then hearing her say, “Let’s break up.”

She went to the bathroom and washed her face. Her mind cleared up a lot. After she finished getting ready, she walked out of the room and finally realized—Wei Zhi wasn’t there. She had gone out.

The room was very quiet. Yu Xinxin sat on the sofa and thought it might be better to call Wei Zhi. She took out her phone and easily found Wei Zhi’s name. She was just about to dial when her finger stopped above the screen.

She stared at Wei Zhi’s name, her heart in a mess. She remembered last night—Wei Zhi’s soft voice whispering in her ear, “I like you. I really do.”

That strange feeling in her chest came back again. She held her chest as her heart thumped wildly. She shook her head and picked up a glass of water, drinking a few sips.

The front door opened. Wei Zhi was back. She had a bag in her hand. When she saw Yu Xinxin sitting alone on the sofa, she smiled.

“You’re awake. Come eat breakfast.”

Yu Xinxin paused for a moment. Wei Zhi seemed to be in a good mood.

She walked over and helped set out the dishes. The two of them didn’t say anything. They ate quietly, bite after bite, in sync.

Wei Zhi took a sip of porridge and glanced at Yu Xinxin. “I need to go out later. I probably won’t be back by noon.”

Yu Xinxin stopped her chopsticks and looked at her in confusion. “Is something going on?”

“My… my dad asked me to come home for lunch,” Wei Zhi said. Seeing Yu Xinxin didn’t understand, she explained, “I moved out a few years ago. I have to go back today.”

Yu Xinxin frowned. She remembered Wei Zhi saying she didn’t live with her parents. But why?

When she had a stomach bleed and was sent to the hospital before, was it really just because her family asked her to go on a blind date, and she drank too much?

Yu Xinxin looked carefully at Wei Zhi’s expression. It didn’t show much. That meant she wasn’t happy.

Yu Xinxin thought for a moment and then said slowly, “You should visit them. Say hi to your dad for me.”

Wei Zhi smiled a little. “Okay.”

Yu Xinxin was sure now—Wei Zhi wasn’t happy. She took a bite of her bun, chewed twice, but still didn’t know how to comfort her. So she just asked directly, “You don’t like your dad, do you?”

Wei Zhi stopped drinking her porridge. After a while, she replied, “No, I don’t.”

Yu Xinxin wanted to ask why, but she thought it might be too much. She remembered Wei Zhi in the hospital and gently reminded her, “Try to get along with him. And… no drinking.”

Wei Zhi smiled again. “Okay.”

“Last night at dinner, were you upset because of your dad too?” Yu Xinxin saw her smile and asked again.

Wei Zhi answered, “Mm.” Her voice was soft. “Let’s eat.”

Yu Xinxin pushed her worries down and continued eating her porridge.

After they finished breakfast, Wei Zhi cleaned up the tableware. Yu Xinxin just sat in the living room, spacing out.

Wei Zhi changed clothes and got ready to leave. When she saw Yu Xinxin still lost in thought, she felt a little worried and walked over to her.

“What’s wrong?”

The light in front of Yu Xinxin dimmed. She looked up and saw Wei Zhi’s eyes filled with quiet worry.

She suddenly remembered that night a few days ago, when she had just broken up and was sitting alone on the street in the northern city. Wei Zhi rushed over, looking anxious and full of care.

And now… it was her turn to feel that way about Wei Zhi.

“Promise me, take care of yourself. You just got out of the hospital,” Yu Xinxin said, her voice choked with emotion.

Wei Zhi frowned and raised her hand to gently rub Yu Xinxin’s head. Her voice was soft and full of care. “Don’t worry. If you’re like this, it’ll make me feel worse.”

Yu Xinxin felt like something was gently squeezing her heart. It hurt a little.

She reached out and hugged Wei Zhi, resting her head on her flat stomach. She sounded a bit wronged. “I haven’t been happy these past two days. My heart doesn’t feel good.”

Wei Zhi froze. Was Yu Xinxin still upset about what happened yesterday afternoon?

It felt like someone was twisting her heart, slowly and painfully. Her throat moved slightly. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”

Yu Xinxin didn’t know what Wei Zhi was thinking. She was just worried about her. Seeing Wei Zhi unhappy made her feel the same.

“If you know it’s your fault, then take better care of yourself,” Yu Xinxin said.

Wei Zhi’s eyes turned red. Her chest hurt so much it was hard to breathe. She tried to speak calmly. “Okay. I’ll go now.”

Yu Xinxin let her go. Wei Zhi didn’t dare stay any longer. She turned and walked out.

Yu Xinxin released her, and Wei Zhi didn’t dare linger any longer, turning to leave.

Arriving at the parking lot, Wei Zhi sat in her car for a while, gradually calming down. She thought to herself: Just one more month, and Xinxin will be free. Maybe this outcome is for the best.

Wei Family Mansion.

Before the grand gates of a sprawling villa, Wei Zhi watched as they slowly opened, driving her car inside. In the distance, she spotted a dark figure standing at the entrance of the villa’s first floor. As the car drew closer, Wei Zhi stepped out and looked at the person before her, her usually cold gaze softening. “Uncle Zhou,” she said.

The man addressed as Uncle Zhou smiled warmly. “Miss, you’re back. Please come inside. Your father has been missing you.”

Wei Zhi’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. Without a word, she walked in.

The living room was empty. Her eyes fell on a life-sized portrait. The woman in the painting had a gentle face, a serene smile, and clear, bright eyes—like a princess from a castle, untouched by the world. Wei Zhi paused before the portrait, silent for a moment, then headed straight to the third floor and entered her room.

The room’s furnishings were unchanged from when she had left. On the desk lay some books related to high school entrance exams. Thinking about it, it had already been four years since she moved out. Though she had returned a few times, most visits ended in discord.

Housekeeper Uncle Zhou stopped outside a door and knocked.

“Sir,” he called.

After a moment, a voice responded from within, “Come in.”

Hearing this, Uncle Zhou pushed the door open and entered.

Behind a broad desk sat a distinguished figure, holding a document. He was around fifty, with a few strands of white at his temples, yet he exuded an air of authority and composure. His sharp features still bore traces of the handsome youth he once was.

Uncle Zhou entered, but the man didn’t set aside his work. “What is it?” he asked calmly.

“Miss Wei has returned,” Uncle Zhou said.