Transmigrated into a Historical GL Novel as the Scumbag Heroine - Chapter 27

In the dark room, the candlelight had been extinguished. Night descended heavily.

As soon as Cheng Yu finished speaking, silence fell between them.

Qiu Luo was plunged into a whirlwind of self-doubt. What exactly did the heroine mean? Was it what she thought it was?

What was she supposed to do now?

Play dumb—or play even dumber?

No, she couldn’t do that. As a modern woman, how could she pretend to be clueless when it came to matters of the heart?

She cautiously reached out and tugged at the edge of Cheng Yu’s blanket.

“Cheng Yu… want to sleep together? I’m a little cold.”

A familiar scene—but this time, their roles had reversed.

Cheng Yu didn’t say a word. She simply lifted the blanket and slid into Qiu Luo’s bed.

They remained silent, facing each other in the darkness. Their gazes locked, watching each other’s shadowed outlines, staring into each other’s eyes.

A strange, tender atmosphere slowly spread.

Qiu Luo’s breathing gradually calmed. Then she gently grasped Cheng Yu’s hand.

“What you said earlier… did you mean what I think you meant?”

It had to be what she thought, right?

Cheng Yu’s fingers moved slightly, then returned the gesture, holding Qiu Luo’s hand as she softly replied,

“Yes.”

Yes.

Qiu Luo’s heart trembled. It was as if a fierce wind had swept through her chest—wild, but somehow warm—disrupting her heartbeat completely.

She took a deep breath.

“Cheng Yu, don’t you think this is too fast?”

She’s from ancient times, Qiu Luo reminded herself. She’s supposed to have a canonical male love interest. How is she this open-minded?

Was she… the more conservative one here?

Qiu Luo tightened her grip on Cheng Yu’s hand. Something like this needed to be handled seriously.

Cheng Yu paused. Too fast…

That was what Qiu Luo had said.

She couldn’t describe how she felt at that moment. It was like she was a rootless water plant, drifting aimlessly—until she found a still pond and finally settled down. But just as she began to rest, the pond said to her: You arrived too soon.

Cheng Yu clenched her fingers, her face gradually turning pale.

“Cheng Yu?”

Sensing the tension in Cheng Yu’s hand, Qiu Luo softly called her name.

Cheng Yu snapped back to herself, slowly withdrew her hand, and turned her back to Qiu Luo.

“…Mm. You’re right.”

It was too fast. So fast, there were still too many uncertainties between them.

Qiu Luo felt a sudden sense of loss. Did I ruin everything?

But this wasn’t something to rush.

She worried that Cheng Yu’s decision had been impulsive and emotional.

If their intentions weren’t clear from the start, would jumping into something lead to anything good?

Qiu Luo didn’t know. She even wondered if she’d missed her only chance.

Because the next morning, Cheng Yu acted like the perfect, considerate wife—personally preparing gifts, reminding Uncle Er Zhu to drive carefully, and arranging for the maid to accompany Qiu Luo and help manage the shop.

Everything was in order—except for one thing. Cheng Yu didn’t say a single word to Qiu Luo in private. Her smile was gentle, her tone warm, but that smile never reached her eyes. There was a subtle distance in it
—like something invisible was wedged between them.

It felt like the person who’d once been so close was now thousands of miles away, despite standing right in front of her.

Just before getting on the carriage, Qiu Luo hesitated, then stepped up to Cheng Yu.

“Cheng Yu, I don’t think I explained things well last night. What I meant is, we should take this seriously.”

She didn’t want to get tangled up in unspoken emotions. Yes, she did have feelings for Cheng Yu—but they weren’t deep yet.

She simply hoped Cheng Yu would approach the matter with sincerity and caution.

Cheng Yu smiled lightly and nodded. “Alright.”

Looking into her eyes, Qiu Luo felt a wave of helplessness. That response clearly lacked depth. But in the next breath, she let it go.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad.

After all, her original plan hadn’t involved the heroine.

She’d always wanted a free and unburdened life—without getting caught up in someone else’s emotional drama.

As the carriage turned a corner, Cheng Yu’s expression cooled slightly. Her gaze flickered, as if caught in some unknown thought.

—

Back in Qiu Family Village, Qiu Luo wasted no time. She led the workers to harvest the ripe watermelons.

Back when the Qiu family first set up the vegetable fields, the news had caused quite a stir. Now with the watermelons ready, the villagers were even more curious and gathered around to watch.

Among the crowd, Xiao Luzi and his companion mingled quietly. Remembering his young master’s instructions, Xiao Luzi elbowed the nearby Madam Qiu.

Though nervous, Madam Qiu couldn’t ignore the silver she’d received. She stepped forward and approached Qiu Erlang.

“Erlang, are you selling your watermelons to us villagers? Let everyone try a taste, huh?”

Qiu Erlang was helping with the loading. At her question, he instinctively turned to his sister.

Should they sell the watermelons locally?

Catching his glance, Qiu Luo swept her eyes toward Xiao Luzi’s direction. A servant of the Shen family…

She raised her hand and smiled.

“Our siblings are grateful for the support from all the villagers. It’s only right to let everyone have a taste. Erlang, go slice a few watermelons and let everyone try.”

There were only about twenty villagers present. A slice for each wouldn’t cost more than a few melons.

As for selling them in the village—that was out of the question.

And she wasn’t afraid of anyone making trouble.

First, she was now a licentiate—a government-recognized scholar with legal protections. Second, she had a formal contract with Cheng Yu stating that Qiu family’s watermelons were for her exclusive use. Black-and-white, legally binding. Even the most shameless villager couldn’t pressure her to break that deal.

Qiu Erlang nodded and quickly cut up several melons.

Meanwhile, Qiu Luo explained that they couldn’t sell the melons locally.

She apologized, saying she truly had no choice. Breaking the contract would mean enormous losses. The villagers exchanged looks, then simply laughed it off and enjoyed their free melon. No one complained further.

Especially after hearing what Qiu Luo said—that selling to anyone other than Cheng Yu would be considered breach of contract, with a penalty of triple compensation. That could mean hundreds, even thousands of taels of silver. Who could afford that?

Xiao Luzi, lucky enough to receive a slice, hesitated between eating it on the spot or taking it back to the Shen estate. In the end, he took a big bite.

Wow. Sweet!

Good melon! he thought proudly. Good thing I’m quick-witted. If I brought this back to Shen Manor, it’d lose its freshness and young master wouldn’t eat it anyway. What a waste that’d be.

As for the assignment? He could always sneak back at night and steal a couple.

The other Shen servant didn’t hesitate either, munching happily and licking his lips after. “So good…”

Qiu Luo watched their reactions carefully, noting the glint of scheming in Xiao Luzi’s eyes.

She raised an eyebrow slightly, already forming a plan.

I’m not afraid you’ll make a move—just afraid you won’t.

That night, she instructed two guards to keep watch over one side of the vegetable field. Then she took Qiu Erlang and Uncle Er Zhu to hide on the other.

The bitter winter wind howled. Qiu Erlang shivered, teeth chattering.

“Big Sis, do you really think they’ll come steal melons?”

What if they didn’t? Wouldn’t they be freezing for nothing?

Qiu Luo stared into the pitch-black night and whispered,

“Don’t talk. If they don’t come, that’s good. If they do, even better. Let’s wait and see.”

She was convinced the Shen family’s servants would return. The one who seemed like the ringleader had mischief in his eyes all day—definitely up to something.

More importantly, she had a strong feeling—those two were coming back.

And so, she planned to wait like a hunter in the reeds.