The Cold Goddess Always Wants to Turn Me Gay (GL) - Chapter 33: You Are My Paradise

For a fleeting moment, Wei Shenghong’s face stiffened, but it was quickly replaced by icy detachment. He spoke word by word, “It was just an accident.”

“An accident?” Her cold eyes were bloodshot, her bone-deep hatred laid bare. “Just like you, I should be living in hell.”

Wei Shenghong sat slumped in his chair, no longer the formidable patriarch who struck fear in the business world, but merely an old man forcing composure, his gaze lowered.

After Wei Zhi finished speaking, the pain she had sealed away seemed to find an outlet, slowly spreading and gnawing at her sanity. Both she and Wei Shenghong were sinners. She hated him, but she hated herself even more. She deserved to live in hell, to endure punishment in endless darkness. Suddenly, a pair of radiant eyes flashed in her mind. Could someone as stained as her still dare to touch that dazzling galaxy? She laughed mockingly at herself, then turned and left.

Uncle Zhou watched Wei Zhi leave, his expression conflicted, but in the end, he could only sigh helplessly.

After Wei Zhi left, Wei Shenghong went upstairs, his silhouette lonely. He sat in his study, staring at the unfinished work on his desk, his gaze gradually sharpening. Had he been wrong? No. He wasn’t wrong. He couldn’t be wrong.

After leaving, Wei Zhi drove aimlessly. Her mental state was fragile, teetering on the edge of collapse. Remembering Yu Xin Xin’s words, she forced herself to calm down, pulling over to the side of the road. Tears began to fall uncontrollably. Her heart sank slowly, her chest tightening as if she were drowning, inch by inch nearing death—except she was already used to it. She let her body and mind sink into the abyss, darkness gradually enveloping her, leaving her cold inside and out.

Time passed minute by minute. Outside the window, the sky darkened as evening approached, and the city lights flickered to life.

Wei Zhi lifted her head from the steering wheel, her eyes hollow and numb. The neon lights of a bar entrance reflected in her gaze. She got out of the car and walked inside.

It wasn’t completely dark yet, so the bar wasn’t crowded. Wei Zhi, dazed, found a seat and rubbed her temples before saying to the waiter beside her, “Alcohol. The stronger, the better.”

The attendant withdrew and returned shortly, placing a glass of liquid in front of Wei Zhi.

Wei Zhi stared at the liquor in the glass, its dazzling reflection under the lights. The stabbing pain in her temples made her disregard everything else as she lifted the glass to her lips. The slightly cool liquid slid down her throat, bringing a burning sensation that seared her insides and numbed her body and mind. It seemed that only this way could dull the pain in her heart. Just as she was about to down the remaining drink, her hand paused mid-air—she remembered Yu Xin Xin had forbidden her from drinking.

She sat in the bar like this, slowly surrounded by more and more people. The noisy environment only aggravated her irritation. She signaled the waiter and called for a designated driver.

Outside, the sky gradually darkened. Yu Xin Xin sat in the living room, where a variety show played on the TV, occasionally punctuated by the cheerful laughter of the hosts and guests. But Yu Xin Xin’s mind was preoccupied, her attention far from the screen.

Who was Gu Mingxi? The way she addressed Wei Zhi was so intimate—had they known each other for a long time? Gu Mingxi said she had taken a liking to her—did that mean she also liked women? Then what about her and Wei Zhi…?

Yu Xin Xin stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing thoughtfully at the distant lights.

The apartment complex had excellent greenery, with a variety of trees that brought a sense of vitality in every season. In the northeast corner, there was a man-made pond. Having lived here for two days, Yu Xin Xin often heard birds chirping. If it were midsummer, she’d probably hear the sounds of insects and frogs too, with the breeze carrying the faint fragrance of lotus leaves.

A bird fluttered past the window, its wings flapping as it landed on a tree. It hopped a few times before disappearing into the foliage—where a nest was hidden.

When would Wei Zhi return?

She recalled Wei Zhi saying she didn’t like her father. Would she argue with him this time? Would she hide away again, drowning her sorrows in alcohol?

Yu Xin Xin grew worried. She felt it was highly likely Wei Zhi would retreat into solitude again. She decided it was necessary to call her.

Almost as soon as the thought formed, the door at the entrance opened—Wei Zhi was back.

Yu Xin Xin turned around, her expression eager as she caught sight of the newcomer, a hint of a smile flickering in her eyes.

Wei Zhi instinctively wanted to avoid her—she must reek of alcohol.

As Yu Xin Xin drew closer, her smile faded. She stopped in front of Wei Zhi, leaned in, and lightly sniffed the collar of her clothes. Her expression darkened. She didn’t say a word, simply staring at the person before her, her displeasure unmistakable.

Wei Zhi looked at the person nearly pressed against her, flustered. Yu Xin Xin didn’t seem to realize how close they were—close enough to make Wei Zhi’s heartbeat uncontrollably accelerate. Under normal circumstances, she’d be overjoyed if Yu Xin Xin initiated such closeness, but right now, she only felt guilty.

The air in the room grew heavy, the faint scent of alcohol lingering between them. Yu Xin Xin watched Wei Zhi’s evasive gaze and enunciated each word slowly, “You. Drank. Alcohol?”

Her tone was adorably fierce, like an angry little rabbit.

“Pfft.”

Wei Zhi couldn’t help but laugh at the thought, the gloom in her heart dissipating.

The sound of laughter only made Yu Xin Xin bristle further. A few dark lines seemed to drop at her temples as she glared at Wei Zhi. “You dare laugh? Didn’t you promise me you wouldn’t drink?”

Wei Zhi knew she was in the wrong and suppressed the upward curve of her lips. Yet, she found Yu Xin Xin’s demeanor utterly adorable and couldn’t resist reaching out to ruffle the other’s hair. “I was wrong, I’ll reflect on it. There won’t be a next time.”

The sincerity in Wei Zhi’s apology softened Yu Xin Xin’s gloomy expression as she tilted her head away from Wei Zhi’s hand. But soon after, her brows furrowed again.

Seeing Yu Xin Xin’s expression ease, Wei Zhi had thought the matter was settled, but the sudden frown made her uneasy. She shouldn’t have impulsively taken that sip of alcohol.

“How much did you drink?” Yu Xin Xin’s voice was urgent. “Is your stomach upset?”

The clear eyes filled with undisguised worry struck a chord in Wei Zhi’s heart, making it melt. She wrapped her arms around Yu Xin Xin’s waist, pulling her into an embrace, her usually cool voice tinged with a sob. “You’re worried about me?”

The sudden hug left Yu Xin Xin flustered, but it didn’t stop her from catching the unusual tremor in Wei Zhi’s voice. In an instant, she felt a dull ache spread through her chest. Softly, she replied, “I’m really worried about you. I don’t want you to be upset.”

Like a warm breeze cutting through the icy cold, carrying a hint of spring, Wei Zhi’s scarred heart seemed to find its way home. She felt as though she were soaking in a hot spring, every pore in her body relaxing as she shed her exhaustion—like a lonely traveler in the dark finally stumbling upon her own paradise.

Warm tears fell as Wei Zhi’s vulnerability surfaced. Yu Xin Xin held her tightly, an indescribable sorrow slowly spreading through her, filling every corner of her being. Unsure how to comfort her, she could only cling tighter, hoping this feeble gesture could convey warmth.

“It’s okay,” Yu Xin Xin murmured, gently stroking her back, her voice tender. “Cry if you need to.”

Those words seemed to break a dam. Wei Zhi’s tears spilled uncontrollably, her throat releasing stifled sobs that soon turned into unrestrained weeping—like a wronged child finally breaking down in the arms of someone they trusted.

“Can you… stay with me forever?” Wei Zhi’s helplessness was laid bare in that moment.