The Female Lead is Looking at Me Differently (GL) - Chapter 21

The two of them stood on a pavilion not far away, with a perfect view of the scene below. Wen Zhao took a step forward, looked at the crowded crowd below, glanced around a few times, but couldn’t find You Zixia. It seemed that he had successfully blended into the crowd; she just didn’t know where he was or if he had encountered the Young Lady of Luoyue City.

The delicate and elegant girl leaned against the railing, her watery eyes gently scanning the surroundings, her eyelashes slightly raised, and a touch of tenderness in her eyes that made the small mole under her eye especially moving.

Fu Yu looked up from behind, her gaze falling on Wen Zhao’s face. She paused for a moment, then walked over, casually leaning against the pillar of the pavilion, her eyes casually scanning below, her fingertips twitching slightly, and then she asked, “What are you looking for?”

Hearing Fu Yu’s question, Wen Zhao didn’t answer subconsciously without thinking this time, but learned her lesson. She retracted her gaze, paused for a moment, and then said, “I’m watching to see when the Young lady of Luoyue City will come over.”

Fu Yu raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile flashed in her eyes, and then she also looked down, “Soon.”

Less than a quarter of an hour later, the crowd below became agitated. Wen Zhao looked up and saw a large carriage slowly approaching from a distance, and the person sitting in the carriage was the protagonist of the day, the Young lady of Luoyue City.

The carriage she was riding in was not an ordinary one, but more like a sedan chair. There were carved wooden pillars at the four corners, and layers of gauze curtains fluttered around, swaying gently in the wind, like a dream, reflecting the sparkling ripples under the sunlight. The figure sitting inside was also faintly visible as the curtains swayed.

“It’s the young lady!”

“The young lady is here!”

Hearing the protagonist’s appearance, Wen Zhao finally perked up.

After all, in the original novel, this Young lady of Luoyue City didn’t appear. What was she like? How beautiful was she? Wen Zhao was filled with curiosity.

Although there were light gauze curtains blocking the view, as the carriage moved forward, it brought a gentle breeze, and the light and thin gauze couldn’t block anything. As the layers of light gauze were blown away by the wind, the figure inside was revealed.

Wen Zhao widened her eyes slightly and leaned forward involuntarily, curiously watching the direction of the carriage, concentrating.

She leaned against the railing, intently watching below, but she didn’t realize that her current appearance was also being noticed by someone else.

Fu Yu turned her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the person beside her, seeing that the other person was now intently looking at the person below, her eyes darkened slightly, and then she lowered her eyelashes and pinched her fingers, saying, “Did you see it?”

Wen Zhao didn’t think much of it and simply replied, “I saw it.”

Fu Yu raised an eyebrow, a flash of emotion crossed her eyes, and her voice softened, “Is she beautiful?”

Wen Zhao hummed, replaying what she had just seen in her mind, and then replied seriously, “She’s pretty.”

At least, the young lady’s reputation for beauty wasn’t entirely unfounded.

Unlike Fu Yu and Wen Zhao, the City Lord of Luoyue’s daughter had a look that perfectly suited her status: delicate, bright, and with an air of arrogance and pride, making it clear at a glance that she was a pampered young lady.

As she sat in her carriage, listening to the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd below, she showed no trace of the shyness or fear of a young lady coming of age. Instead, her eyes were filled with a passionate and confident arrogance, as if she was enjoying the adoration of others.

Hearing Wen Zhao’s unequivocal answer, Fu Yu’s brow twitched.

She slowly raised her eyes, her ice-clear gaze falling on the girl who was completely unaware and still lost in her own thoughts. Her eyes were deep. Fu Yu felt the familiar flame of irritation slowly reigniting in her heart.

Leaning against the pillar, she looked at Wen Zhao without any emotion on her face.

Then Fu Yu closed her eyes, suppressing the inexplicable restlessness in her heart, and simply asked softly, “Oh? Is that so?”

The cool voice flowed into her heart like a spring of clear water, jolting Wen Zhao back to reality. She blinked, then turned back to look at Fu Yu, meeting her dark eyes directly.

For some reason, a sense of danger suddenly flashed through her mind.

Wen Zhao swallowed, then carefully explained, “No, not really.”

Fu Yu raised an eyebrow, looked at Wen Zhao, and then a smile curled up at the corner of her lips, but this smile somehow didn’t feel warm at all.

It was very similar to the cold sneer she had shown Wen Zhao before.

She asked Wen Zhao softly, “Why not?” Her voice was soft, but it held a strange weight.

Wen Zhao’s heart skipped a beat, thinking, “Oh no.”

It seemed that even the female lead couldn’t escape this kind of comparison? Because she had just praised another woman’s beauty in front of Fu Yu, had Fu Yu been provoked and felt unhappy?

Wen Zhao couldn’t help but sigh. Okay, it seemed like she had been too careless this time. She had thought that Fu Yu wouldn’t care about these things, but it seemed that she did.

So Wen Zhao retracted her gaze from below, looked at Fu Yu sincerely, and while the system was away, she frantically tried to improve her female supporting character value.

She softened her voice, trying to appease Fu Yu. “No, it’s just… everyone has different tastes. Some people might like the young lady’s type, but some people prefer your type, so it’s not a good thing to compare. You’re both very beautiful.

Fu Yu’s expression shifted slightly, “Then, which type do you like?”

Here we go again, a loaded question!

Wen Zhao bit her tongue, wondering if saying “I like your type” would scare the system into coming back to life. So she thought about this flattering answer for a moment, but Wen Zhao didn’t dare to say it.

She coughed lightly and changed the subject awkwardly.

“Look, she’s almost here. Should we start acting?”

Fu Yu raised an eyebrow slightly, her gaze moved slowly from Wen Zhao’s cheek, and Wen Zhao felt her heart pounding, not daring to meet Fu Yu’s gaze, so she lowered her eyes and looked at the other person’s dress.

Fu Yu gave a light snort, a sound that was neither a scoff nor a sigh. She didn’t pursue Wen Zhao’s evasion, but simply stepped onto the railing and leaped down, landing in front of the Young lady of Luoyue City’s carriage.

Wen Zhao was so taken aback by Fu Yu’s sudden action that she didn’t react until she looked down. All she saw was a sea of red silk fluttering in the wind, layer upon layer, like the wings of a vibrant red silk tree.

Staring at the other woman’s back, Wen Zhao parted her lips slightly.

Fu Yu landed on the carriage and looked at the Young lady of Luoyue City sitting inside, then, as they had planned, began to act.

“I hear you’re the most beautiful woman in Luoyue City? Why don’t we have a little contest?”

There was an uproar around them.

In fact, as soon as Fu Yu landed, she had attracted everyone’s attention. Many people were whispering and discussing. When they heard her say this, the crowd became even more excited.

Wen Zhao took a step forward, leaning on the railing, looking at the scene below with a mixture of surprise and excitement.

Then, the person sitting in the carriage stood up and lifted the curtain.

“So you’re the one rumored to be comparable to me?” She looked Fu Yu up and down with her peach blossom eyes, and was about to say something critical, but after a slight pause, she fell silent.

The Young lady of Luoyue City, Zhan Fu, folded her arms, looked away from Fu Yu, and then looked up to meet Wen Zhao’s gaze.

Wen Zhao and Zhan Fu made eye contact unexpectedly, and although she didn’t do anything, she felt inexplicably awkward… It was as if she had been caught eavesdropping and the person she was eavesdropping on had caught her.

Just as she was about to smile and get out of the situation, Zhan Fu suddenly pointed at her.

“What’s the point of just looking? Why don’t we find a judge? I think the person on the pavilion is a good choice. Hey, you, come down.”

Wen Zhao: “…….”

I’m just an innocent bystander, why are you calling on me?

Seeing Zhan Fu pointing at Wen Zhao, Fu Yu raised her eyes to look at her, her expression cold, her eyes filled with a hint of frost. She said, “That’s not necessary.”

Zhan Fu folded her arms, “Why not? Are you going to compete with me?”

Fu Yu frowned, as if she wanted to say something.

By this time, Wen Zhao had already come down. Fortunately, she hadn’t stayed up there for too long, but… she wasn’t completely unable to come down.

Because she wasn’t sure if Zhan Fu knew she was with Fu Yu, she didn’t reveal herself, but asked, “How are both you going to compete?”.

Wen Zhao didn’t mind that the matter was getting bigger, because the more commotion there was, the more likely it was to attract Lu Bicai. So she readily agreed to Zhan Fu’s request.

Zhan Fu took a step sideways and stood beside Fu Yu, shoulder to shoulder. At this moment, she no longer cared about whether they were in the city or whether it was her coming-of-age ceremony today.

Her eyes were bright and proud, and she looked at Fu Yu with a challenging look. At this moment, Zhan Fu seemed to be completely lost in the game.

“Let’s just compare like this,” she smiled, her voice firm.

Wen Zhao: … That’s basically the same as comparing directly.

Although it was worth complaining about, if it was a beauty contest, it seemed like all that mattered was appearance.

The only difficulty was that she was the only judge and referee for this contest!

Wen Zhao felt a lot of pressure. Moreover, should she choose Fu Yu or Zhan Fu?

Just as Wen Zhao was secretly pondering and thinking, Fu Yu suddenly spoke.

She raised her eyes and looked at Wen Zhao, her face expressionless, as if she was cold and indifferent to everything, but only Wen Zhao, who received her gaze, knew how focused and serious the emotions in Fu Yu’s eyes were, as if she had locked onto her and would not move away.

She said softly, “So, who do you choose? Me, or her?”

Her eyes were dark and deep, like a dark whirlpool.

T/N: Someone was gonna sleep on the sofa tonight, adios~.