Transmigrated into a Historical GL Novel as the Scumbag Heroine - Chapter 30
In the study, aside from the occasional crackling of firewood in the brazier, the only sound left was that of their quiet breathing.
Qiu Luo looked at Cheng Yu earnestly and said, “What I meant earlier was—I’ve just been overthinking things. You don’t need to read too much into it.”
Because, seriously, what did Cheng Yu mean by “It won’t happen again”? That was way too unsettling.
To Qiu Luo’s surprise, Cheng Yu just gave a faint smile. “I won’t overthink it.”
Qiu Luo frowned slightly, unsure whether Cheng Yu truly understood her intention. She studied her closely.
Meeting those calm, gentle eyes, it felt like Cheng Yu understood everything—and yet, also didn’t seem to care.
“Cheng Yu,” Qiu Luo said solemnly, “What I meant is—if you want, I’m willing to take responsibility.”
Surely that made her meaning clear.
Cheng Yu’s smile deepened. “That night was just a misunderstanding. If anything, I should be the one thanking you. So… Miss Qiu, there’s no need to trouble yourself over it.”
Qiu Luo opened her mouth, then hesitated. She didn’t know what to say. It felt like Cheng Yu had once opened the city gates to her—invited her in.
But now, those gates were tightly shut again. And Qiu Luo was standing outside, no longer welcome.
She let out a quiet sigh. “Cheng Yu, I care.”
That one sentence made Cheng Yu pause and look at her deeply.
Wasn’t this the same person who once said it was too fast? And now it seemed like she was the one who couldn’t wait.
So, it hadn’t been Cheng Yu’s imagination—when she felt them growing closer, this person had felt it too.
After a moment of silence, Cheng Yu spoke in a low voice, “Miss Qiu, if you have something to say, say it plainly.”
After their last misunderstanding, she didn’t want to misinterpret anything again.
“Before, you asked me if I’d be willing to marry you,” Qiu Luo said, taking a deep breath. “At the time, I didn’t have an answer. But now I do. Cheng Yu, I do want to marry you.”
With those words out, she grew so nervous she almost forgot to breathe.
It felt like a confession—her very first.
And despite the nerves, a wave of relief washed over her.
As if… she’d finally said what had been weighing on her heart all along.
So, it really was love—she just hadn’t faced it directly before.
Because of the original plot, because of Cheng Yu’s identity as the heroine, because of her own identity as a cannon-fodder villainess.
Qiu Luo sighed inwardly. She really had been overthinking everything.
Cheng Yu was visibly startled, then gave a small, gentle smile.
“If that’s how you feel… then I can rest easy letting Mother begin the wedding preparations.”
So, her feelings weren’t misplaced after all.
Qiu Luo blinked. Suddenly it clicked.
“Cheng Yu… you’re willing to marry me? I mean—I’m willing to marry you too. What I’m trying to say is… we’re really going to get married, right?”
So, Cheng Yu had understood her. And agreed.
Then that meant…
They were officially together now?
Her confession was successful?
She was in a relationship?!
Qiu Luo’s mind spun. Dizzy, elated, overjoyed.
Cheng Yu’s lips curved upward as she nodded softly. “You should get some rest.”
“You too,” Qiu Luo replied with a silly grin, turning to leave the study. But when she reached the door of her own room, she stopped in her tracks.
Wait a second.
They were engaged now.
They had confirmed their feelings for each other.
They’d even shared physical intimacy.
And they were planning to get married.
So why was she still sleeping all alone in the side room?
Wouldn’t it be way better to share a bed with Cheng Yu? Cuddling, holding hands—even just lying quietly side by side?
The thought made Qiu Luo turn back and stand outside Cheng Yu’s door, nervously waiting.
Inside, Cheng Yu finished tidying the study and called for the maid.
“Xiao Miao, any news from the Shen residence?”
Xiao Miao promptly replied, “Miss guessed correctly. As soon as night fell, Young Master Shen was released. And another message came along with it—they say he’s now engaged to Magistrate Lu’s daughter, Lu Jiaojiao.”
Cheng Yu wasn’t surprised. It was just as she’d expected.
She glanced out the window and asked, “Has Qiu Luo gone to bed yet?”
If she hadn’t, now would be a good time to share the news—Qiu Luo seemed very curious about the outcome of the whole situation.
Xiao Miao looked at her mistress, then replied honestly, “Miss Qiu is currently waiting outside your room. She hasn’t gone to bed yet.”
Cheng Yu froze in place. Waiting… outside her room?
Was something urgent happening?
But no—if it were urgent, Qiu Luo would’ve just come back to the study. There was no need to wait like this.
Suddenly, Cheng Yu realized something.
She bit her lip gently and instructed, “Draw my bath.”
When she returned to her courtyard, she saw a familiar figure pacing under the veranda outside her room.
“Cheng Yu, you’re back!” Qiu Luo greeted her immediately.
Yep. Some things didn’t need to be spelled out—you know, I know, that’s enough.
Cheng Yu paused. “Did you need something? I’m about to bathe and turn in. If it’s not urgent, let’s talk tomorrow.”
Qiu Luo stood frozen in the wind.
Seriously? She’d made it that obvious and Cheng Yu still didn’t get it?
Of course she didn’t need anything urgent. She just wanted to share a room, that’s all. Their relationship had finally taken a step forward—it was time to nurture it.
“Oh. It’s nothing. Go bathe first,” Qiu Luo mumbled, then turned around and trudged back toward the side room.
Cheng Yu watched her retreating back until the door closed behind her. Only then did she allow herself a smile and look away.
After she finished bathing and was sitting at her vanity drying her hair, a rapid knock sounded at the door.
Knock, knock, knock!
Followed by a trembling voice:
“Cheng Yu, hurry and open up! I’m freezing to death out here!”
Cheng Yu quickly tied up her hair and rushed to the door.
On this icy winter night, Qiu Luo stood there in nothing but a thin white undergarment—not even a coat on.
“Get into bed. Warm your hands. Don’t catch a chill.”
Cheng Yu handed her a bed warmer from under the covers and motioned for her to lie down, then poured her a cup of hot water.
Qiu Luo shivered and smiled, her eyes sparkling.
Success. She was in bed.
The side room was right next door—running from one to the other took barely two minutes. She’d be fine.
Then Cheng Yu came over and looked down at her sternly.
“Miss Qiu, what urgent matter made you come running out in the cold like this?”
This woman… risking her health like this— Cheng Yu didn’t know whether to laugh or scold her.
Qiu Luo hesitated, then turned over with her back to Cheng Yu, mumbling,
“Who said it had to be urgent? Can’t I just talk to you? I’m not some outsider. I’m your fiancée. Can’t I come chat with you a bit before bed?”
No need to say everything out loud. She just wanted to sleep in the same bed with her fiancée. Was that so wrong?
Cheng Yu pressed her lips together, then gave a helpless little smile.
“Of course. There’s always time to chat before bed.”