Transmigrating into the Rival's Fanfiction - Chapter 22

Well, Qin Zhi really is more shameless than I thought.

Sheng Mingluo decided not to argue with someone who was clearly mentally unstable. After all, she couldn’t win anyway. Of course, she wasn’t admitting defeat.

“Let’s go. Let me check if you’re hurt from the fall.”

The ground was covered in gravel, and Sheng Mingluo was only wearing a thin white robe. It was obvious she must have some scrapes.

With unnerving familiarity, Qin Zhi’s fingers slipped between Sheng Mingluo’s. Her hand was cool to the touch, yet felt as smooth and warm as jade.

Sheng Mingluo was led forward, speechless and stunned. She desperately wanted to escape, vividly remembering this particular scene from the plot… Sorry, but I remember that… you know… that scene… way too clearly.*

Seriously, I’m never reading this again in my next life!

After bringing Sheng Mingluo to her dressing room, Qin Zhi picked up a jar of ointment from the table. This was her usual remedy, specially formulated by a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner at her mother’s request. It was gentle on wounds and skin, yet remarkably effective.

“Let me apply this for you,” Qin Zhi offered. “After all, I’m the one who hurt you.”

Hearing those words, Sheng Mingluo’s face flushed crimson. It was exactly like the scene in the novel—this whole story was probably just Qin Zhi, the die-hard fan, using it to ship them together.

“Why are you blushing?”

“Let’s hurry inside.”

After retrieving the ointment, Qin Zhi opened the dressing room door. Inside hung her usual stage costumes and personal clothes.

Kneeling down, Qin Zhi twisted open the ointment. A faint herbal scent immediately filled the room. She switched on the light and noticed a moderate-sized abrasion on Sheng Mingluo’s hip, still oozing bl00d. Qin Zhi dabbed some ointment on a cotton swab and gently applied it to the wound, carefully spreading it across the injured area.

Sheng Mingluo clutched her costume tightly, her earlobes burning red, and her legs trembled slightly.

“All done. You can get dressed now.”

Qin Zhi carefully applied a large waterproof bandage to the wound, then stood up and capped the ointment.

“Teacher Qin, I might do something a little… forward. You won’t mind, will you?”

Sheng Mingluo hooked her arm around Qin Zhi’s neck and pushed her backward. Caught off guard, Qin Zhi stumbled a few steps until her back pressed against the wooden wall of the dressing room.

Sheng Mingluo, however, refused to relent, continuing to cling to Qin Zhi’s neck. Qin Zhi’s dark lashes lowered over her eyelids, leaving her looking somewhat bewildered.

In the hazy space between words, as language gradually dissolved into unspoken desire, just before those crimson lips began to suckle at hers…

“Mis…sion…”

The two soft syllables landed in Qin Zhi’s ears, carrying a delicate charm. Her hair ribbon had loosened, allowing strands of fine hair to fall across her cheeks, their friction against her skin creating a soft, ticklish sensation.

Qin Zhi returned the kiss, as if each kiss only deepened her addiction. She was gradually learning Sheng Mingluo’s most sensitive spots.

Just as they were panting and still locked in their passionate struggle, a knock sounded on the dressing room door.

“Teacher Qin, Teacher Sheng, are you in there?”

“Hurry up and get ready for the next scene!”

Reluctantly, they broke apart.

Even though Sheng Mingluo had initiated the kiss, she now seemed somewhat embarrassed, her gaze drifting uncertainly to the tips of her shoes. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, relieved that the kiss hadn’t lasted too long, leaving her lips only slightly swollen.

“Alright, we’ll be out in a moment,” Qin Zhi replied in her usual flat tone. Hearing her response, the staff member finally left, reassured.

“President Qin, this is the latest video sent back by the team monitoring the Second Miss. Would you like to review it first?”

The assistant stood beside her, holding a phone displaying a video. Qin Li was still reviewing recent financial reports, her brow furrowed with impatience. But at the assistant’s words, the corner of her lips suddenly curled into a smile.

With a knowing smile, she reached out, her wine-red waves cascading over her shoulder. She wore a tailored business suit over a deep-V black dress.

The jade bracelet on her wrist slid down as she took the phone from her assistant.

“News so soon?” she murmured. “It seems that girl holds a special place in A-Zhi’s heart.”

But as she tapped play, Qin Li’s expression abruptly changed.

Since starting treatment, Qin Zhi’s condition hadn’t been this volatile. The man’s words alone shouldn’t have provoked such a violent reaction from A-Zhi.

It must be his physical actions.

The video froze on the frame where Luo Hu forcefully stepped behind Sheng Mingluo. Qin Li paused, then shifted her gaze to Qin Zhi’s face in that same frame. It was exactly the same expression he wore as a child.

He had only inadvertently picked up her doll, yet she had erupted in a furious rage, turning against her own family and tearing into him without regard for their sibling bond.

…She probably saw this little girl as her own doll, unwilling to tolerate anyone else coveting or possessing her.

“President Qin, we’ve received word that the Second Miss’s medication dosage has been increased.”

Qin Li sighed irritably, watching her sister gradually lose her sanity. This was precisely the outcome the entire Qin Family had desperately sought to avoid.

“Tell them not to act rashly. If necessary, I’ll intervene and forcibly take A-Zhi to the hospital.”

“No other actions are required. Continue monitoring her closely.”

“Remind them of one crucial thing: don’t push her too far. Don’t let A-Zhi realize she’s being watched… otherwise, I can’t guarantee what she might do.”

Having grown up alongside his sister, Qin Li knew all too well that Qin Zhi had always been aware of the surveillance around her. As long as the monitoring remained within reasonable bounds, she would turn a blind eye, pretending not to notice.

But if anyone dared to touch that unfathomable, forbidden nerve of hers, she was capable of anything.

“Understood.”

“By the way, President Qin, Miss Yin wants to see you today… She said it’s mutually beneficial. Do you want to meet her?”

After a minute of silence, Qin Li finally spoke.

“Yes, clear my afternoon schedule. I’ll skip that meeting.”

“Very well, President Qin.”

Thinking of the woman’s alluring charm, Qin Li rested his chin in his hand and gazed out the window. Across the street, a poster on the opposite office building featured Yin Qianxue, the very woman who wanted to meet him.

Her motives were always the same: either she coveted some new resource or wanted a role in a major production. Still, their interactions were always pleasant, and Qin Li had maintained a flirtatious relationship with her.

Yin Qianxue never asked about his personal life; she simply stated her desires directly. He called her far less often than she called him, and they didn’t even exchange contact information, relying entirely on his assistant for communication.

Feeling restless, he decided to have a drink with her.

A-Zhi’s situation was truly troubling. He’d wait until A-Zhi’s mental state stabilized before telling his mother.

That would be the safest approach.