The Cold Goddess Always Wants to Turn Me Gay (GL) - Chapter 61: This Wei Zhi Feels Unfamiliar to Her

The next morning, the three of them arrived at the classroom. Today’s morning class was theory-based, and when they arrived, not everyone was present yet. Yu Xinxin instinctively scanned the room and, as expected, there was no sign of Zhao Manshu.

She frowned slightly and glanced at Wei Zhi, only to find her gaze fixed in the right direction. Following her line of sight, Yu Xinxin saw Meng Jiajia sitting by the window, chatting with someone else. Occasionally, Meng Jiajia’s eyes flickered toward Wei Zhi and Yu Xinxin, and she nodded with a smile, a trace of panic flashing in her eyes before disappearing as if it had never been there.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just thought of something,” Wei Zhi replied, withdrawing her gaze and guiding Yu Xinxin to their seats.

“Hmm? What did you think of?” Yu Xinxin’s expression darkened slightly, as if displeased.

What could she have been thinking about that required sneaking glances at another beauty?

Wei Zhi smiled helplessly and lightly brushed her fingertip against Yu Xinxin’s nose. “I never realized before that you’re such a jealous little thing.”

“Naturally, it’s because you taught me well. I learned by example.” When it came to jealousy, she truly couldn’t compare to Wei Zhi. Remembering that this was another one of Professor Li’s classes, Yu Xinxin cast a sympathetic look at Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong: ????

Girl, your look makes me feel like a tragic loser.

Wei Zhi simply smiled without a word, her soft eyes fixed on Yu Xinxin, the corners of her eyes curving smugly.

Yu Xinxin grew flustered under her gaze, her cheeks warming. Covering her face, she muttered, “Why are you staring at me? Or do you have some complaint?”

“I wouldn’t dare.” Wei Zhi leaned in, pressing close to Yu Xinxin’s cheek, her voice warm. “No matter how Xinxin is, I like her.”

The soft breath against her delicate skin made Yu Xinxin shift slightly, putting some distance between them. “We’re still in the classroom!” she whispered.

“Fine,” Wei Zhi chuckled. “Then after class.”

Yu Xinxin: !!!!!

This woman is the secretly wicked type, isn’t she?!

Zhou Tong’s eyes sparkled: Mmm! Today’s dose of sweetness acquired. So sweet.

After the morning class ended, Zhou Tong tactfully made up an excuse and slipped away. Professor Li searched around but, failing to find his beloved student Zhou Tong, left in disappointment.

Wei Zhi held Yu Xinxin’s hand as they walked back. Without Zhou Tong’s chatter, the atmosphere was unusually quiet.

To be honest, Yu Xinxin had never been in a serious relationship before. When she was with Qin Rui, they interacted more like playmates since they had grown up together and were extremely familiar with each other, so there was never any awkwardness between them. But the current situation was clearly different. She had never experienced such emotions before—whenever she was with Wei Zhi, or even just thought about her, her mind would ripple with waves of emotion that refused to settle. It was as if a restless little rabbit had burrowed into her heart, lightly scratching, occasionally shaking its body or nuzzling its head—utterly mischievous, and she had no way to control it at all.

“Xinxin, what are you thinking about? You’re smiling so happily.”

Yu Xinxin’s thoughts were interrupted, and she flushed slightly in embarrassment, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “N-nothing.”

“Could it be… you were thinking about me?” Wei Zhi lowered her gaze to meet hers, her eyes like pools of spring water.

Yu Xinxin, caught off guard, averted her eyes. “Of course not.”

Wei Zhi chuckled, tightening her grip on the delicate hand in hers, her heart softening again and again because of the girl before her.

Over the next two days, Zhao Manshu still didn’t show up. After their Wednesday afternoon class ended, Wei Zhi received a phone call, her expression turning serious. Sensing that Wei Zhi had something to say, Yu Xinxin waited quietly for her to speak.

After hesitating for a moment, Wei Zhi said in a low voice, “I’ve arranged to meet Zhao Manshu. Do you… want to come with me?”

Even now, the thought of that night still filled her with lingering fear. To prevent Yu Xinxin from being put in danger again, she had asked Uncle Zhou to investigate Zhao Manshu. It turned out that Zhao Manshu’s father had recently needed surgery due to an accident, but due to financial difficulties, the operation had been repeatedly delayed until just a few days ago. The timing was too coincidental—with a little thought, the truth became obvious.

As they walked, Yu Xinxin listened to Wei Zhi’s explanation and fell silent for a moment before asking, “So you’re saying… someone paid for her father’s surgery in exchange for her… doing something?”

“More or less.” Wei Zhi reached out to smooth the frown between her brows, then took her hand in hers. Her fingers were cold and stiff, making Wei Zhi’s heart ache. She unfolded Yu Xinxin’s palm, interlacing their fingers, and reassured her, “I’m here. It’ll be okay.”

The unease in Yu Xinxin’s heart eased slightly. She had never imagined that someone would go to such lengths to target her—this was something she had never encountered before, and it was only natural to feel unsettled. But all that unease vanished the moment she met Wei Zhi’s gentle, deep gaze. This person, who always appeared calm and composed on the outside, had reserved her softest side just for her. It was as if no matter what happened, as long as Wei Zhi was there, nothing else mattered.

“Mm.” Yu Xinxin smiled.

The car came to a stop outside a café. It was evening, the busiest time, and after scanning the shop, the two spotted a familiar figure in the corner. Being in the innermost part, the area was relatively quiet with fewer people around.

They sat down across from her. Zhao Manshu looked up, her complexion poor, with dark circles under her eyes that were far too pronounced. Her once-delicate face now looked haggard, clearly indicating she hadn’t been sleeping well lately.

Recalling what Wei Zhi had said about her family situation, the prepared words stuck in Yu Xinxin’s throat. Better to get to the bottom of things first.

“Go on, why did you do it?” Wei Zhi took one look at Yu Xinxin’s hesitant expression and knew she was softening.

“I’m sorry,” Zhao Manshu murmured, her head lowered.

“If apologies were enough, what would we need the police for? Or should I just call them right now?”

Wei Zhi’s voice was icy, like freezing winter air piercing straight into Zhao Manshu’s heart. She trembled involuntarily, her words shaky. “It’s my fault. You have every right to report me.”

“Oh?” Wei Zhi’s gaze was sharp, her eyes like frozen steel. “Are you sure you don’t care if we call the police?”

Struggle flickered in Zhao Manshu’s eyes, but remembering what that person had said, she chose silence.

Wei Zhi continued, her tone unhurried. “Once the police are involved, your academic career is over. You won’t escape legal consequences, and I can guarantee your life afterward won’t be pleasant.”

Zhao Manshu trembled even harder, staring at Wei Zhi in disbelief. “You don’t need to scare me. You have no evidence. I might not lose if it goes to court.”

Yu Xinxin felt a chill. She had initially sympathized with Zhao Manshu, thinking she had been forced into it and had ultimately pulled back from the brink. But she hadn’t expected this kind of calculation from her.

“Ordinary people might not have options, but with my background, ruining your future wouldn’t be a problem.” Wei Zhi glanced at her dismissively. “Oh, and your father works for a local company, doesn’t he? Coincidentally, the owner has been trying to collaborate with my father. Do you think he’d agree to a minor condition if I asked?”

Uncle Zhou’s dossier had included Zhao Manshu’s family background. Her father was a mid-level manager at a local firm, with a decent income that should have covered medical expenses. But the family also had a lazy, good-for-nothing older brother. Her parents favored their son excessively—he had dropped out after high school and taken up gambling, draining the family’s savings to cover his debts, leaving them in dire straits.

“You—you’re lying. How do I know you’re telling the truth?” Zhao Manshu was clearly shaken. Her parents were her weak spot, and the family’s livelihood depended entirely on her father. With him hospitalized, his income had plummeted. If he were fired now…

“Believe what you want. If you’re determined to take the fall for someone else, I won’t hold back.” Wei Zhi took a slow sip of coffee. “Oh, and your brother hasn’t been home lately, has he?”

“What do you mean?” Panic flashed across Zhao Manshu’s face. Her brother was her parents’ pride and joy. If something happened to him now…

Yu Xin Xin’s gaze flickered as she turned to look at Wei Zhi.

“Nothing much,” Wei Zhi said, reaching out to take Yu Xin Xin’s hand and gently stroking it. Yu Xin Xin’s expression grew complicated, her heart suddenly flustered, though she maintained a calm exterior.

She took a small sip of coffee, suppressing the turmoil inside. Thinking of the hidden threat lurking in the shadows, her eyes darkened as she continued, “Your brother seems to have gotten rather close to one of my friends recently. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure my friend takes good care of him.”

Zhao Manshu recalled how her brother had come home two days ago, bruised and swollen, asking for money. He refused to explain anything, and after she paid for his medical expenses, she had nothing left to give him. He left in a rage and hadn’t returned since. Their father, recovering from surgery, wanted to see him, but his phone was unreachable.

“Where is my brother?” Zhao Manshu slammed her hands on the table, standing up.

The fingers in her palm twitched slightly. Wei Zhi tilted her head, tightening her grip on Yu Xin Xin’s hand, ignoring Zhao Manshu’s demand.

After a moment, Zhao Manshu’s composure shattered. She broke into quiet sobs. “Y-you can’t do this.” Fortunately, their secluded spot drew no attention from others.

“Why can’t I? You started this. If you’re determined to take the fall for someone, did you really expect me to show mercy?” Wei Zhi’s expression remained unreadable, her voice icy and cutting, indifferent to the tears.

“Besides, you’re not the only lead to uncovering the mastermind. The account that wired you money—it’s only a matter of time before we trace it. The only reason I came to you is that I thought you might still have a shred of conscience left. Consider this a chance.” Wei Zhi wasn’t lying. Even if Zhao Manshu refused to talk, she had other ways to uncover the truth—it would just take more time and effort. And she already had a suspect in mind.

Zhao Manshu collapsed, her face ashen, slumping into her seat. Confession was inevitable.

By the time the two left the café, night had fallen. The dark sky enveloped the city’s lights as hurried pedestrians moved toward their destinations.

Yu Xin Xin’s lips parted slightly as she replayed the events in her mind. The mastermind’s identity had surprised her, but what unsettled her more was Wei Zhi. This version of Wei Zhi felt unfamiliar—logical, relentless, even cold and ruthless.

Wei Zhi wasn’t like this. Or was she?

Maybe she had always been this way.