When a Straight Girl Enters a Yuri Novel - Chapter 4

Ji Xiangyan took twenty minutes to get from school to the club. During this time, Gu Jinghe was thoroughly annoyed by the person beside her. The man couldn’t read the room at all—despite her obvious impatience, he kept blabbering endlessly.

So, when Ji Xiangyan’s figure appeared at the door, Gu Jinghe noticed immediately. A glimmer of amusement flashed in her eyes as she inwardly sighed in relief.

Ji Xiangyan’s footsteps paused slightly. But when she looked again, Gu Jinghe’s face had returned to its usual aloof expression. Perhaps that earlier glimpse of warmth had just been her imagination.

With Gu Jinghe’s little lover arriving, the seat beside her was promptly vacated. Everyone in the room stared at Ji Xiangyan, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

She wore a black fitted camisole that revealed her slender neck and the delicate skin of her collarbones. A light blue jacket draped over her shoulders, occasionally parting to show glimpses of her narrow waist. Paired with tailored black ankle pants, the outfit exposed her fragile-looking ankles.

Though simple, the ensemble accentuated her stunning figure perfectly. Combined with her beautiful yet icy expression, she effortlessly outshone everyone else in the room who had dressed up meticulously.

The man beside Gu Jinghe frowned. He remembered her previous companions had all been mature and seductive types. He’d specifically gathered women of that style to undermine Gu Jinghe’s new favorite, only to find this one broke the mold entirely.

Ji Xiangyan entered without a word, sitting beside Gu Jinghe while maintaining a slight distance.

“President Gu, your treasure doesn’t seem very obedient,” someone remarked.

To others, Ji Xiangyan’s behavior bordered on audacious. She didn’t smile at Gu Jinghe, didn’t pour her drinks, just sat there like a wooden statue.

Gu Jinghe responded by casually draping an arm around Ji Xiangyan’s waist—a dominantly possessive gesture that made several people avert their gazes. Though she hadn’t verbally replied to the comment, this action spoke volumes.

“Changed your taste, President Gu?” The persistent man continued, “I recall you preferred mature, sexy types before. What’s with this barely weaned little girl now?”

Handing her wine glass to Ji Xiangyan, Gu Jinghe crossed her legs leisurely, one arm resting on her thigh. “That’s my business.”

Before he could retort, she added, “You talk too much.”

Yang Yuan’s face flushed with embarrassment—he hadn’t expected Gu Jinghe to publicly humiliate him like this. Too intimidated to challenge her directly, he took his frustration out on others instead. Seeing his dark expression, someone quickly suggested, “Since everyone’s here, why don’t we play a game?”

Yang Yuan’s eyes gleamed as an idea struck him. “Let’s play dice guessing—the simplest version, just big or small.” He produced a cup containing five dice, shaking it meaningfully while locking eyes with an accomplice who gave a subtle nod.

“The rules are simple: guess whether the total will be big or small. Wrong guesses face consequences.”

Yang Yuan spoke while looking at Gu Jinghe, “President Gu, why don’t you join us?”

Though he said this, he knew full well that Gu Jinghe wouldn’t participate in their game.

Because every time such situations arose before, Gu Jinghe would always have someone she brought along play in her stead.

This time was no exception.

Gu Jinghe lowered her eyes slightly, “No need.”

As she spoke, she gently patted Ji Xiangyan’s waist, “Xiangyan, go play for me.”

Yang Yuan revealed an expected smile—this was precisely the outcome he wanted.

Gu Jinghe knew what would happen next. Among the people Yang Yuan brought, there was one particularly skilled at dice shaking who could control the numbers, even altering the dice points moments before the cup was lifted.

In the original plot, Ji Xiangyan would lose every round of this game, getting drunk to the point of being unable to walk, with many compromising photos taken of her.

Later, these photos would even be leaked, ruining Ji Xiangyan’s reputation at school—transforming the aloof campus goddess into a party girl.

After Gu Jinghe said this, Ji Xiangyan looked up at her, those beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with humiliation and resentment.

“President Gu, I don’t know how…”

Gu Jinghe found it difficult to describe her feelings at this moment—just like when she couldn’t bring herself to say those scripted lines during their phone call earlier.

Reason told her this was just a task she needed to complete, but a voice kept echoing in her mind: Ji Xiangyan is only eighteen, just a girl who came of age—how could she bring herself to do this…

For a moment, Gu Jinghe couldn’t bear to meet her gaze, afraid that looking into those tear-filled eyes would soften her resolve.

“Go ahead.”

Ji Xiangyan trembled slightly, seeming to understand she couldn’t refuse. “If this is what President Gu wishes, Xiangyan will obey.”

Yang Yuan smirked triumphantly, “No need to be like this. The game’s simple—don’t worry, we won’t bully a beauty.”

A hint of mockery flashed in Ji Xiangyan’s eyes before her expression reverted to helpless fear—quick enough that no one noticed.

She knew none of Yang Yuan’s words were true. This game was specifically designed to target her. Soon she’d lose miserably and be forced to drink until thoroughly intoxicated.

Moreover, she understood that no matter how she refused, Gu Jinghe wouldn’t relent. For all she’d suffer today, she’d repay these people in time.

Besides, while the original plot said she’d lose, Ji Xiangyan knew this time she’d only win.

Because the moment Yang Yuan suggested the game, her system had excitedly declared, “Host, go for it! You must win this time! I’ll help control the dice—Yang Yuan won’t get to cheat.”

Her first counterattack was at hand!

The system buzzed with excitement, already envisioning its host’s triumphant domination.

As Ji Xiangyan took her seat and the game began, Yang Yuan’s accomplice shook the dice while other participants guessed the numbers.

Though not playing, Gu Jinghe kept her eyes fixed on Ji Xiangyan behind the pretense of drinking. While she couldn’t prevent this plot development, she could still help Ji Xiangyan within limited means.

Later, when those people tried to get Ji Xinyan drunk, she could subtly intervene to prevent her from becoming as heavily intoxicated as described in the plot.

The first round began. Ji Xinyan casually guessed “big,” clearly seeing the smug smile on the opponent’s face—he must have secretly altered the dice points already.

Pretending uneasy, Ji Xinyan glanced back at Gu Jinghe, only to unexpectedly meet her gaze. Both froze for a moment.

Gu Jinghe lazily averted her eyes, her cheeks faintly flushed under the dim lighting, though no one could see.

Ji Xinyan didn’t dwell on it. Gu Jinghe’s expression was far too indifferent—there was no way she’d associate such aloofness with concern.

Once everyone had guessed, the dice roller lifted the cup. His triumphant grin stiffened the moment he saw the numbers.

Impossible!

He had clearly controlled the total to under fifteen—a trick as effortless as breathing, never once failing.

Yet now, five dice showed four threes and one four, totaling exactly sixteen.

“Big.”

Gu Jinghe also saw the result. Suppressing a laugh, she covered her lips with a hand and coughed lightly, masking the amusement curling at the corners of her mouth.

What an incredible coincidence.

Yang Yuan’s face darkened. The dice roller, utterly stunned, stiffened under his glare.

A fluke, surely!

He forced an awkward chuckle. “Again, again.”

But every subsequent round only deepened his despair. His target was Ji Xinyan, yet no matter what she guessed, the dice always landed within her predicted range.

After several rounds, he didn’t dare look at Yang Yuan anymore, his own face ashen. Why was this happening now?

It made no sense. He’d altered the dice—why did the results keep defying him?

Ji Xinyan hadn’t moved an inch the entire time, hands perfectly still. With so many eyes on her, tampering was impossible.

Had he pissed off some ghost today?

Yang Yuan clenched his teeth, his fury barely restrained as he forced a smile. “Who knew, Director Gu? Your associate is quite the expert at this game.”

“Just luck.” Gu Jinghe beckoned Ji Xinyan over.

Emotionally, she was pleased—she didn’t want to see Ji Xinyan bullied. But logically, this deviated far from the system’s plot.

In the original storyline, Ji Xinyan never guessed correctly, downing glass after glass until thoroughly drunk. Not like now, completely sober.

Gu Jinghe couldn’t help mentally summoning the system. “Did you feed me fake plot details?”

The system was equally baffled. It had been ready to witness the heroine’s humiliation, maybe even watch the host take advantage of her drunken state…

Ahem.

Getting ahead of itself.

Point was, it had been certain the plot would unfold as written. Yet reality flipped the script—the heroine’s luck was absurdly good. The epitome of a “luck emperor.”

“I don’t know why this is happening either.”

Gu Jinghe watched as Ji Xinyan sat down beside her. As usual, she wrapped an arm around Ji Xinyan’s waist and said calmly, “No games for me. Pour me some wine instead.”

Yang Yuan had other tricks up his sleeve after his first attempt failed, but it was clear Gu Jinghe intended to shield Ji Xinyan. Though unwilling, he had no choice but to give up.

After all, Gu Jinghe had already given him a chance earlier—it was his own people who had messed up.

At this thought, Yang Yuan shot a venomous glare at the man.

Useless trash!

The system in Ji Xinyan’s mind burst into laughter. “Host, look at that guy’s expression—it’s hilarious, hahahaha!”

Ji Xinyan bent over to pour the wine, her brows slightly furrowed. This system was somewhat useful, but it was just too noisy.

It was giving her a headache.

Beside her, Gu Jinghe leaned back against the sofa, her gaze resting lightly on Ji Xinyan’s profile—somewhere between admiration and scrutiny.

She watched Ji Xinyan’s every move intently. When Ji Xinyan handed her the glass, Gu Jinghe suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

The red wine in the glass swayed, nearly spilling onto Ji Xinyan, who parted her lips slightly in apparent surprise. “President Gu?”

Gu Jinghe hooked an arm around Ji Xinyan’s waist, pressing her down onto the sofa to shield her from the surrounding onlookers, while her other hand tightened around Ji Xinyan’s wrist. Her eyes locked onto Ji Xinyan’s, her actions bold and intimate despite her cool expression.

The system in Gu Jinghe’s mind shrieked, “Host! What in the world are you doing?”

With so many people around, couldn’t the host show a little restraint?

Tsk. And here she claimed to be straight.

Since when do straight women act like this?

As the system was lost in its thoughts, it suddenly heard Gu Jinghe murmur inwardly.

“I remember you have a scanning function, right?”

“Then scan Ji Xinyan for me now.”

Gu Jinghe leaned down, her face drawing closer to Ji Xinyan’s—a scene eerily reminiscent of their first meeting.

Judging by her actions, no one would guess she had just mentally told her system:

“I suspect Ji Xinyan has a system too.”