Transmigrated into a Historical GL Novel as the Scumbag Heroine - Chapter 23

The night was deep, the moonlight faint, and the room fell into a gentle silence. Outside, the sound of wind and snow echoed softly, as if whispering at their ears.

Qiu Luo held Cheng Yu’s hand, her heartbeat slowing down little by little. She didn’t want to stay muddled any longer.

She preferred things to be straightforward—even emotions. If she liked someone, she wanted it to be open, honest, and passionate.

“Cheng Yu, do you want to marry me?”

“I do.”

Cheng Yu answered so casually, it sounded like someone replying to “Have you eaten?” with a simple, “I have.”

So nonchalant—it only made Qiu Luo more uncertain.

“Cheng Yu… then, do you want to marry me in the play or in real life?”

Qiu Luo gripped Cheng Yu’s hand a little tighter, unconsciously pulling it close to her chest—right where her heart was pounding.

Then, in that breathless moment, she heard Cheng Yu laugh softly just beside her ear.

“And you? In the play or in real life?”

Qiu Luo’s thoughts hiccupped.

She realized Cheng Yu had thrown the question right back at her.

“I asked first,” she said, flustered.

Could the heroine stop being so slippery for once? She was the one who asked—why was she being interrogated instead?!

Cheng Yu lightly bit her lip, gave Qiu Luo’s hand a squeeze, and with that subtle leverage, slipped right into her bed.

Now they were face to face, close enough to feel each other’s breath.

Qiu Luo’s heart skipped violently. She felt her soul practically fly out of her body. Why were they this close? She hadn’t mentally prepared for this!

Cheng Yu curved her lips into a faint smile, the expression dim under the moonlight. She leaned in until she was right by Qiu Luo’s ear and whispered,

“Then tell me… which one do you want it to be?”

Qiu Luo: “…”

Her heart nearly stopped—and that was her answer?

She had to admit, Cheng Yu was definitely the main character. Even in moments like this, she refused to lose the upper hand. Truly impressive.

But there was no way Qiu Luo was just going to surrender that easily.

Taking a deep breath, she suddenly pulled Cheng Yu into her arms and, lowering her voice, replied:

“I think Miss Cheng is the same—on and off stage. Am I wrong?”

“…Mhm.”

Cheng Yu let out a soft hum, then turned around to face away from her.

Qiu Luo frowned deeply. What did that even mean?

Same on and off stage—so… what? She felt like she’d just swung back with a strong line but hadn’t made her point clear at all.

And just like that, the mood was gone. If she kept pressing, would it seem too rude?

As if sensing her thoughts, Cheng Yu let out a gentle sigh and whispered,

“Qiu Luo, I do want to marry you. At least right now, I don’t want to be at anyone else’s mercy. Whether on stage or off, marrying you is the simplest and most worry-free option.”

After that, she said nothing more, as if she had already fallen asleep.

Qiu Luo opened her mouth but said nothing. She exhaled quietly, her heart swirling with mixed feelings.

So, what exactly did the heroine mean?

She still didn’t know.

Facing away from her, Cheng Yu slowly closed her eyes, letting her thoughts drift into the night.

On or off stage—she couldn’t really tell the difference anymore.

Feelings were strange things.

One person’s breath could quicken your heartbeat.

One fleeting moment could stir emotions deep within.

Yet certain events, certain shadows, could also make someone shrink back from love.

And sometimes, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t suppress those emotions.

So maybe she was hoping for something—but at the same time, she was afraid.

Her parents had once promised each other a lifetime of love too. But decades passed, her mother aged… and her father’s heart changed.

It had all seemed so natural. Of course he drifted away—her mother was old, after all.

And yet, it also seemed so unjust. Her mother wasn’t the only one aging. Time spares no one. She had given her best years to him—how could he be so heartless?

How could he fall for someone else after she’d stood by him through it all?

Cheng Yu clenched her fingers, pressing her lips tightly together.

She wanted someone steadfast, someone who wouldn’t change.

But she didn’t dare gamble on someone else’s heart.

Didn’t dare give her own.

And because she wouldn’t give, she would never receive.

That’s how the world works, more often than not.

The snowy night was both quiet and loud.

Every window in the city was shut in darkness. No people on the streets. No birds, no beasts.

Only moonlight reflecting off white snow.

Only wind sweeping snowflakes across the yard, whispering and rustling through the silence.

By morning, the world had been draped in white.

Xiao Miao, the maid, stood outside the room, glancing at the sky, then at the senior maid from Madam Cheng.

It was time for breakfast.

But her lady and Miss Qiu were still asleep.

Given what happened last time, she hesitated—should she wake them?

Ah Mo, Madam Cheng’s maid, understood immediately and said gently,

“No need to knock. I’ll go tell Madam to keep breakfast warm.”

Xiao Miao quickly added,

“Sister Ah Mo, tell her they’re awake and discussing business in the study. Don’t say they’ve been sleeping past mid-morning!”

Her voice was a little too loud, and it carried through the wooden door.

Inside, Qiu Luo and Cheng Yu opened their eyes at almost the exact same moment.

Sunlight poured in, casting a warm glow on both of their faces, allowing them to see each other clearly—unlike the vague shadows of last night.

Qiu Luo squinted slightly. She was… holding someone. Was that Cheng Yu?

Wait—why was Cheng Yu in her arms again?

Her arms froze, and she slowly inched back, eyes darting around as if to say:

I stayed on my side, okay? I didn’t move. You came over by yourself!

Cheng Yu didn’t seem to understand the frantic blinking, simply pursed her lips, and turned her back.

She quietly got up and dressed, seemingly unbothered by the awkwardness of the moment.

Qiu Luo sat up with a strange feeling in her chest—was she disappointed? Or relieved?

When the door opened, the chill of winter rushed in. Cheng Yu looked out at the snow-covered courtyard and said calmly,

“The snow was heavy last night. If you want to head back, it’ll be best to wait until midday. The roads will be clearer.”

Qiu Luo blurted out, “But if the snow melts, the roads will be slippery…”

She cut herself off halfway.

It sounded like she didn’t want to leave.

That’s not what she meant! She was just stating a fact!

Cheng Yu turned back with a soft smile.

“Then why not wait until tomorrow morning? The snow will have melted more, and by dawn it’ll refreeze—makes the road better for the carriage.”

She tilted her head and looked back, eyes glimmering with amusement.

The sunlight was at her back, and she looked warm and radiant.

Qiu Luo nodded almost instinctively, her heart murmuring: Okay.

She would stay another night.

After all, they’d already shared a bed more than once.

She and Cheng Yu were both women—what’s a little co-sleeping?

Yes. Exactly. No big deal.