Category: Malicious Female Lead’s Guide to Causing Trouble [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 19:

Bo Chi spoke with great conviction. The Empress, with a stern face, pondered for a long time, but in the end, she couldn’t resist her little daughter’s coquettishness and took a step back, reluctantly agreeing: “This palace will send someone to thoroughly investigate the Young General’s character. If he is truly as good as you say, this palace will go to the Emperor and fulfill your wishes.”

Bo Chi was overjoyed, she threw herself into the Empress’s arms, and happily said: “Thank you, Mother!”

After resolving the major concern in her heart, Bo Chi stayed peacefully in the palace to recuperate, no longer running around.

And Yu Zhao, contrary to her usual solitary and cold demeanor, frequently appeared in teahouses and taverns in recent days.

Others only thought that she had finally come to her senses, and was no longer as unfeeling as before, spending all day in the mansion practicing martial arts. However, no one noticed that every time Yu Zhao appeared, the new Number One Scholar, Ke Hui, was also present.

After several times, Yu Zhao had already understood Ke Hui’s true nature.

This person’s calligraphy was ordinary, he was not proficient in qin or chess, and his poetry was even more mediocre. Only his face was somewhat passable. He didn’t have the scholarly foundation of someone who had studied hard for years.

Yu Zhao had long ago ordered someone to secretly investigate the matter of favoritism and corruption in the imperial examination. Now that her subordinates had sent a secret letter, and after comparing it with Ke Hui, she was immediately certain of her guess.

However, before she could continue to investigate deeply and gather conclusive evidence and clues, she first received news that Ke Hui had gone to a brothel.

Brothels were places of entertainment for men. Even if they were cloaked in the elegant guise of burning incense and adding ink, they couldn’t hide the essence of money and sex transactions.

And Ke Hui was now the new Number One Scholar, and outsiders speculated that he was about to become the fuma. Going to a brothel at this juncture was not only a stain on his own character, but also a sign of disrespect and humiliation towards the princess!

Yu Zhao’s face was gloomy. Just thinking that the sweet-smiling princess would marry such a person, she couldn’t suppress the restlessness and anger in her heart.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm down rationally.

But the princess’s appearance repeatedly appeared in her mind, whether it was her black hair adorned with pink peach blossoms, her thin and close-fitting silk dress, or the sentence “You touched my foot, you must marry me,” all made her thoughts waver, and she couldn’t help but recall them over and over again.

Yu Zhao had never admired anyone, but she vaguely felt that something was wrong with her.

The best way to solve this problem was probably to return to the frontier, leave behind all the things and people that disturbed her mind, and gradually forget.

However, Yu Zhao couldn’t do it.

Her instincts craved to stay, to stay in the capital forever, to see the little princess day and night.

Her chaotic thoughts were like a tangled ball of yarn. Yu Zhao’s heart was restless, so she simply stopped thinking, picked up her sword, and walked out the door, intending to, as usual, beat something up to calm down.

After a while.

She returned expressionlessly, exchanged the sharp sword for a wooden stick as thick as her arm, weighed it a few times, and only left again after showing a satisfied expression.

This night was destined to be an uneasy one.

Ke Hui was now riding high on the success of the imperial examination, and his mentality was floating. He came to the brothel amid the flattery of the crowd, and just as he had chosen two or three delicate beauties to spend the long night with, a blunt blow knocked him senseless.

It wasn’t until the sky was slightly bright that the girls who had fainted in the room discovered that he was missing. Everyone searched everywhere, and finally found him in a small alley behind the brothel, with a bruised and swollen face.

After this incident, the capital would cite it as a joke for a long time.

Bo Chi also learned about this from Chun Yuan’s indignation.

But she didn’t care at all, and only asked: “Yu Zhao invited me to meet at the teahouse? When? What does she want with me?”

Chun Yuan was chased by her questions, and could only put down her anger towards Ke Hui, and instead took out a letter from her sleeve: “The Young General only said to invite the princess to come out for a chat, and did not mention anything else. In this servant’s opinion, it is indeed absurd for a man and a woman to be alone in a room. The princess should directly refuse and warn him…”

Bo Chi glanced at the letter a few times, perfunctorily hummed twice, not listening to what Chun Yuan said at all, and directly said excitedly: “Change clothes, change clothes, let’s go find him(her) now!”

Chun Yuan stomped her foot, frustrated: “Princess!”

Bo Chi had already entered the palace as lightly as a swallow, happily saying: “Which set of clothes do you think I should wear? Yu Zhao is a general now, will he(she) dislike clothes that are too pink…”

The facts proved.

Preferences could vary from person to person.

The same flowing cloud and light gauze dress, worn on other women, was ordinary. Worn on the princess with curved eyebrows and eyes, it made Yu Zhao look at her a few more times without changing her expression.

“What did you call me here for?” Bo Chi saw that Yu Zhao did not show any displeasure, and couldn’t help but relax slightly: “Is it because the army’s rations are not enough and you need to allocate silver, or are those people from your family bothering you again?”

Yu Zhao was the Young General in this world, and her father was the founding general who accompanied the previous emperor on expeditions. This family was originally a branch of the Yu family. Due to a stroke of luck, they had their current status. The main family had always wanted to connect with them and enter the court, but Yu Zhao’s family completely ignored them, always remembering the shame and anger of being driven out of the main family back then.

After the previous emperor and the Great General passed away one after another, the main family finally couldn’t resist moving to the capital, and from time to time, they used their seniority to bully and try to control Yu Zhao, this junior.

——If it weren’t for Yu Zhao’s mother’s foresight, who lied that she was a boy when Yu Zhao was born, this hard-earned General’s Mansion would probably have already become the capital for the main family to live a carefree life.

Bo Chi knew that Yu Zhao, due to the current dynasty’s etiquette, could not openly fall out with the main family, so she leaned closer to her slightly, hinting wildly: “This princess has always hated greedy people. If you agree, I can—”

Before she could finish speaking, a hand pressed down on her head.

Yu Zhao leaned back slightly, turned her face away, and said calmly: “You’re too close.”

Bo Chi sat back sullenly, sulking unhappily.

Yu Zhao didn’t see it, but secretly clenched her fist, suppressing some of the heat on her face, and asked softly: “How do you know about the private affairs between us and the main family?”

Bo Chi said righteously: “I’m a princess, there’s nothing in the world that I don’t know!”

Yu Zhao raised an eyebrow.

The main family had always done a good job of maintaining appearances. Every time they came, it was under the guise of caring. In the early years, the current emperor even praised the Yu family, obviously unaware of the open and secret struggles between them.

Even the emperor didn’t know, but the pampered little princess in the deep palace knew it clearly.

This made it hard for Yu Zhao not to have other thoughts – could it be that the other party, without her knowing, had been silently paying attention to her every move?

“What are you thinking about?” Bo Chi was naturally simple-minded, and every time she sulked, it wouldn’t last more than a few minutes before she reconciled with her depression. And this time was no exception. She sulked for a while, and seeing that Yu Zhao didn’t speak, she approached again like nothing had happened, and asked curiously.

Yu Zhao didn’t overthink it, and answered frankly: “I was thinking about you.”

Chapter 18

“Brother Yu, where did you go just now?”

As soon as she returned to the crowd, Yu Zhao heard a familiar friend ask her curiously. Her expression was indifferent, and she answered unhurriedly, “I went to admire the flowers.”

“Hahaha, with Miss Chun Yuan here, why did you go to admire other flowers?”

Yu Zhao curled her lips slightly: “It’s not the same.”

What she admired was a genuine daughter of a noble family, the peony of a nation.

“Y-Young General…”

Chun Yuan hesitantly approached.

The princess had ordered her to get Yu Zhao away, but as soon as she came over, Yu Zhao seemed to be attracted by something, completely ignoring her, and turned and disappeared from the spot.

Now that the other party had finally returned, she could only muster up her courage and approach her tremblingly.

Yu Zhao frowned imperceptibly, and spoke before Chun Yuan could: “I seemed to see the princess looking for you just now.”

“Ah?” Chun Yuan was stunned, and immediately, without caring about anything else, she lifted her skirt and ran back.

Yu Zhao watched her leave, and then thought of the equally silly and cowardly little princess, and couldn’t help but laugh in her heart – what was this, like master, like servant?

“Speaking of the princess, I heard that His Majesty seems to be interested in letting Ke Hui her fuma(imperial consort).” The friend lowered his voice and said to Yu Zhao mischievously: “Once you become a fuma, you can’t interfere in the court. I wonder if the new Number One Scholar is willing.”

Yu Zhao raised her eyes and looked at Ke Hui.

The other party was standing in the peach blossom forest at this time, reciting poems and composing lyrics with a rapturous expression. Although his compositions were not very good, his face was full of arrogance and pride.

Yu Zhao had always been fighting on the battlefield before, and had always kept a respectful distance from the court officials. Now, looking at him, she felt a strange sense of repulsion and disgust.

She lowered her eyes and said slowly: “Rather than the matter of marrying the princess, I am more concerned about whether the Hezhou examiner’s claim of favoritism and corruption is true.”

The friend was shocked, and quickly looked around, then whispered: “Are you crazy? That matter hasn’t been confirmed yet. If you talk about it rashly, and what you say is wrong, what if someone secretly holds a grudge against you? Don’t you know how eye-catching your current achievements are? Even the Emperor, that one, has been looking at you strangely lately. A slight mistake, and it could be a situation where your head rolls!”

Yu Zhao quieted down, and after a long silence, she shook her head: “Forget it, let’s admire the flowers.”

The friend deeply agreed, and laughed heartily: “Right, the spring scenery is beautiful, what’s the point of talking about worldly affairs, we should just enjoy the flowers!”

**

Bo Chi sprained her foot, and not long after Chun Yuan helped her back to the palace, she saw her own mother rush over with a female physician.

The female physician carefully examined the injury, left a few instructions, and then left them alone.

“Tell me.” Without outsiders, the Empress no longer maintained royal etiquette, and directly poked Bo Chi’s forehead with a finger, gnashing her teeth: “Where did you run off to make trouble again? Huh? You even managed to sprain your foot. Are you going to try to scoop the moon out of the water tomorrow?”

Bo Chi weakly corrected her: “The moon is in the sky.”

The Empress was immediately amused: “This palace is saying you’re silly, and you’re really being silly and arguing with this palace?”

Bo Chi “…”

Don’t make personal attacks like that QAQ

After all, she was the little daughter she held in the palm of her hand. The Empress scolded her a few times, but seeing her aggrieved, she couldn’t help but hug her and coax her: “All in all, this palace is just worried that with your temperament, you won’t have a good life after you get married. You reached the age of marriage ((jì jī)) last year, and the Emperor has been choosing a fuma for you since then. After much deliberation, he finally set his sights on this year’s Number One Scholar.”

*(jì jī or ji li) refers to a traditional coming-of-age ceremony for girls in ancient China, typically at age 15, when they would put up their hair with a hairpin, signifying they had reached marriageable age.*

“I heard that the Number One Scholar is a handsome man with literary talent. The Emperor thought that after you get married, you could play the qin while he writes poetry, you could play music while he paints.” The Empress said, becoming increasingly worried: “But has His Majesty forgotten? You don’t know how to write or draw at all, and you’ve never even touched needlework. If you get married in the future, what will you talk about with your fuma?”

Bo Chi obediently nestled against her.

The original owner was a vicious female supporting character in the plot, and also a pampered little princess. Relying on the love of the most powerful parents in the world, she completely let herself go.

This was a good thing for Bo Chi.

After all, she wasn’t even proficient in holding a brush. If she was really given a talented woman persona, she would embarrass herself on the spot.

Thinking of this, Bo Chi suddenly had a good idea. She raised her little head, rubbed against the Empress affectionately, and her voice was soft and coquettish: “Mother, then tell Father and ask him not to marry your daughter to the Number One Scholar.”

The Empress said helplessly: “You have to get married eventually. The Number One Scholar is gentle, elegant, and talented, and his ancestors were poor. After marrying you, he can only treat you wholeheartedly. But if it were someone else, I’m afraid they would not only be unfeeling towards you, but also neglect you in private.”

“He won’t.” Bo Chi retorted without thinking: “He(She)’s not that kind of person!”

As soon as these words were spoken, the boudoir suddenly fell silent.

The Empress slowly narrowed her eyes, smiling noncommittally: “So that’s it… so that’s it! I was wondering why you didn’t like the Number One Scholar, so you already have someone in your heart?”

Bo Chi came out of her arms and sat up properly.

She had planned to speak directly, and now she nodded firmly: “Your daughter admires the Young General Yu Zhao, and I ask Mother to help me.”

Hearing the two words Yu Zhao, the Empress’s expression froze, and she immediately frowned: “How can you, how can you like him!”

Bo Chi’s expression was calm: “The Young General fought for the country, and repelled the enemy country before reaching adulthood. Even with the tiger tally and military power in hand, he(she) is still single-minded towards the Emperor, and returns immediately upon being summoned. Such a loyal and righteous person, what’s wrong with your daughter admiring him(her)?”

The Empress was stunned, the coldness in her eyes gradually softened, and she sighed: “You’re right, up to now, Yu Zhao has been a loyal and capable minister.”

“Unfortunately… his(her) achievements overshadow his(her) master.” She gently stroked Bo Chi’s long hair and said softly: “Being close to the Emperor is like being close to a tiger. Yu Zhao has already made your father feel uneasy. At this juncture, whoever gets close to him(her) will bear a heavy risk. This palace doesn’t want you to get hurt, I just want you to live a carefree life, so…”

“No.” Bo Chi grabbed the Empress’s hand in return, her eyes clear as if holding a pool of moonlight: “It is precisely because Father is wary of him(her) that your daughter must marry him(her). Mother, have you forgotten? The iron law of this dynasty is that the fuma must not interfere in politics.”

The Empress’s face immediately changed: “You want to sacrifice yourself to remove Yu Zhao’s military power? No! This palace will not allow you to do this! Have you thought about the consequences? In this way, your father will be at ease, but your entire future will fall into Yu Zhao’s hands. Even if he doesn’t resent you, there’s no guarantee that he won’t bully you in private!”

“He(She) won’t.” Bo Chi’s eyes were soft, and she showed a shallow smile, repeating what she had said before: “He(She)’s not that kind of person.”

Chapter 17

Others did not know Yu Zhao’s secret, but Bo Chi knew it very well. The valiant young general in brocade robes not far away was not a young man at all, but a genuine girl.

Later in the plot, after the secret was discovered, the emperor, wary of Yu Zhao’s power, stripped her of all her glory and bestowed her upon a subordinate official as a wife, just like any ordinary woman.

That day was both a festively decorated wedding night.

And the time when a young girl hanged herself in resentment.

[Detected that the host has entered the mini-world. The mission tracking panel has been activated.]

[Tracking target: Yu Zhao (Cannon Fodder General)]

[Tracking target’s mission: To not be discovered as a woman.]

Bo Chi wrinkled her little face.

Her mission was always to oppose Yu Zhao. Since the other party’s goal was to hide her female identity, didn’t that mean she was responsible for revealing this secret to the public?

Thinking of the young general’s fate in the plot, Bo Chi frowned and asked the system in her mind: [What happens if I don’t do the mission?]

The system said mechanically: [You will not receive points and will delay the timing of your resurrection.]

Bo Chi’s heart relaxed: [Oh, then it’s not a big problem.]

At worst, she could just treat it as a vacation.

And she was a princess now, maybe she could even bully Yu Zhao in reverse!

Thinking of this, Bo Chi’s eyes lit up, and she eagerly beckoned to the maid beside her: “Chun Yuan, go and think of a way to get… alone…”

Chun Yuan’s face turned pale, and she urgently interrupted her: “Princess! The separation between men and women is so strict nowadays. It’s already a bit impolite to just glance at him from afar at the banquet. How can you invite the Number One Scholar to meet you alone? His Majesty’s imperial decree of marriage hasn’t been issued yet. If this gets out, it will damage your reputation!”

Bo Chi’s eyes swirled, and she said slyly, “Who said I want to see the Number One Scholar?”

Chun Yuan was stunned, she let out a sigh of relief, and was about to smile when she saw her little princess staring intently at the crowd, and said crisply: “I want to see the Young General!”

“???” Chun Yuan’s pupils shook, and her face turned white: “The Young General? That one is a ruthless killer! The year the northern Tartars invaded, he was only thirteen, and he was able to lead his troops to repel tens of thousands of enemy troops. Although you are a princess, if you offend him, there is no guarantee that you won’t be hurt somewhere!”

Bo Chi raised her little face, the tassels in her black hair swaying, and her tone was arrogant: “Hmph, he(she) dares!”

She wants to bully her in another world?

Heh, hasn’t she slept enough on the sofa?

“Don’t make a fuss, listen to this princess, go and get him(her) out.” Bo Chi was ambitious and didn’t listen to the little maid at all, urging her to get Yu Zhao away.

Chun Yuan left with a sullen face, taking one step forward and three steps back, and braced herself to stand in the crowd for a while.

Bo Chi was sneaking around behind the tree, seeing that the crowd was not moving, she thought it had failed, when suddenly she saw Yu Zhao in brocade clothes and a jade crown suddenly raise her head, her cold and sharp gaze looking straight over, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, almost blinding Bo Chi’s dog eyes.

Bo Chi hurriedly retracted her head, her heart beating wildly.

——Not because she was flirted with, but purely out of fear.

Only then did she realize how heavy and bloody the words ‘Young General’ were.

…

Sigh, so scary. Should she just run away?

Bo Chi had to admit that she was a coward.

She didn’t dare to provoke the girl with wolf-like eyes.

Without any shame of retreating at the last minute, Bo Chi lifted her light pink skirt and turned to run.

However, as soon as she turned her head, she bumped into something hard.

Bo Chi looked up in confusion, only to see that Yu Zhao had come behind her at some point, holding her sword, and pressing the hilt against her forehead.

The force was not heavy, and the blade was not even unsheathed.

It could be said that the damage was not great… but the insult was extremely high.

Bo Chi’s face instantly turned red, and anger surged in her heart, but the words that finally came out were soft, as if she was acting coquettishly: “You, what are you doing?”

Yu Zhao’s eyes flickered, she retracted her sword, and her tone was calm: “Shouldn’t this minister be asking the princess this question? The princess intends to meet with this minister privately, and this minister dares not disobey, so I naturally came to ask the princess what important matter she has.”

Bo Chi’s eyes wandered.

She originally planned to call Yu Zhao out, bully her by acting like a rogue, and then make a scene in front of the court, forcing the emperor to betroth them. In this way, she could successfully stay away from the Number One Scholar male lead who abandoned his wife and child, and also protect Yu Zhao’s secret well, preventing her from being suspected of her identity by outsiders again.

But when she really saw the tall and straight Yu Zhao, Bo Chi sincerely doubted… if she acted like a rogue, she would definitely be beaten up in return…

emmmm

The power struggle plan could be discussed later, she should run away first!

Bo Chi quickly made up her mind, her almond eyes blinked, she took a step back, and was about to pretend to be a weak girl who sprained her ankle… when her face suddenly stiffened, and her body staggered and fell.

Damn.

She really sprained it!!

Yu Zhao, who was standing in front of her, saw the whole thing from beginning to end. After two seconds of silence, she sighed helplessly, stretched out a hand, easily wrapped it around her waist, and gently placed her on the soft grass.

Bo Chi was crying, but she didn’t forget her purpose, and sobbed: “Thank, thank you, Young General, I, this princess is not feeling well today, I will talk to you in detail another day, you go first today… Oh right, remember to call the imperial physician for me.”

Yu Zhao placed her sword aside, her gaze fixed on her ankle, and her expression was calm: “This Peach Blossom Banquet is outside the palace, it will take at least half an hour for the imperial physician to arrive. The princess’s injury is urgent and must be treated as soon as possible, please forgive this minister’s offense.”

Bo Chi: “Huh?”

She looked up blankly, and saw Yu Zhao holding her calf, quickly and gently taking off her shoe, and then covering her soft ankle skin.

Bo Chi subconsciously wanted to retreat, but she didn’t succeed, instead attracting Yu Zhao’s attention, who looked up at her.

Their eyes met, and apart from the tender pink peach blossoms fluttering in the wind, they could only see each other.

The atmosphere gradually became ambiguous. It was unclear whether it was the spring scenery that was too beautiful, or the beauty’s jade feet that were more lustrous, so much so that Yu Zhao was stunned for a long time before pursing her red lips and looking away.

In just this short while, her palm became hot, and she explored along the little princess’s cool jade feet, easily making Bo Chi’s face red, her heart beat faster, her waist soft, and her eyes sparkling with spring water.

After confirming that Bo Chi’s bones were not dislocated, Yu Zhao casually tore off a piece of cloth and bandaged the injured area in a few strokes.

Bo Chi’s little face was red, and she no longer had the energy to chatter, so she obediently leaned against the tree, blinking her eyes and looking at Yu Zhao.

Yu Zhao didn’t show it on her face, but her heart felt like it was being scratched again and again. She endured and restrained herself several times before she didn’t look at the little princess, but said calmly: “You should not move around, I will go and call the palace maids. For the sake of your reputation, please do not mention to outsiders that this minister has been here.”

Bo Chi was stunned, a flash of inspiration flashed in her little head, she reached out and grabbed Yu Zhao’s robe, her eyes sparkling: “No! You touched my foot, you must marry me!”

Yu Zhao lowered her eyes: “This minister is not worthy of the princess…”

Bo Chi said arrogantly: “I don’t care, you must be responsible for me!”

Yu Zhao quietly raised her eyes, her gaze was devoid of joy or sorrow, reflecting Bo Chi’s pure and refined face.

Bo Chi suddenly deflated like a leaking balloon, and gradually became cowardly: “A gentleman uses his words, not his hands. I’m telling you, I’m a princess… Okay, fine, if you don’t want to marry, then don’t marry, just don’t glare at me… Wuu, don’t hit someone in the face, if you really want to hit me, just knock me on the head…”

Yu Zhao’s heart surged, she hesitated for a moment, then reached out and rubbed the little princess’s soft black hair.

“I won’t hit you.” She said softly, “My sword is drawn for protection, it only kills enemies.”

 

Chapter 16

The airport bustled with people. Yu Zhao glanced out the window, opening the car door as she instructed, “It’s crowded. Stay in the car. I’ll go get Mom and Dad.”

Bo Chi nodded obediently. “Okay, I’ll wait for you here.”

Shortly after, Bo Chi’s parents returned with Yu Zhao, smiles on their faces. Bo Chi’s mother held Yu Zhao’s hand warmly, releasing it only after they entered the car. She then pulled Bo Chi into a hug, saying affectionately, “You child, have you been eating unhealthy food again? Look at your little face, your chin is so… so…”

Bo Chi’s mother trailed off, unable to finish her sentence. Bo Chi, well-fed by Yu Zhao both in and out of bed, was starting to show signs of a rounder face.

It wasn’t unattractive; she looked even more charming and cute.

But this clearly indicated that this little rascal hadn’t been taking her words to heart!

Bo Chi’s mother poked her forehead with a chuckle, then put on a stern expression. “Have your father and I ever deprived you of food or clothing? Are you so happy we went on vacation that you could eat three extra bowls of rice?”

Bo Chi blinked innocently, feigning guilt. “It’s Yu Zhao’s fault! She’s an amazing cook.”

And a scheming one at that, constantly tempting Bo Chi with delicious food. With her weak self-control, Bo Chi was easily swayed.

Thinking of this, Bo Chi looked at her parents, then at Yu Zhao, who had consciously taken the passenger seat. She stealthily whispered to her mother, “Mom, did you know Yu Zhao and I are getting married soon?”

—Since she couldn’t get rid of Yu Zhao through normal means, she would have to resort to… parental intervention!

Normal parents wouldn’t approve of their child marrying someone of the same sex, right?

Right?

Bo Chi stared at her mother expectantly, waiting for her to explode in anger.

However, not only was her mother not angry, but she smiled. “You’re not shy at all, are you? So eager to get married? Your father and I think you should spend more time with Zhao Zhao and wait until after graduation.”

“…That’s not the point!” Bo Chi almost bit her tongue. “Is that the point? The point is I and Yu Zhao, two women, are getting married!”

Bo Chi’s mother nodded calmly. “Isn’t that good? I was so worried when you were chasing that poor boy, afraid he’d trick you into running away with him.”

Bo Chi was stunned. “Yu Zhao is also poor…”

Bo Chi’s mother looked at Yu Zhao in the front seat, then pinched Bo Chi’s cheek, chuckling softly. “Silly girl, she’s a woman. No matter how poor she is, she can’t get you pregnant and convince you to leave home with a child. Besides, your father and I may not have much, but we’re good judges of character. Whether she’s frivolous or dependable, whether she’s using you or sincere towards you—we can tell with a glance. Compared to that male classmate who ignored you while secretly gloating, I’d rather you be with Zhao Zhao. At least she has genuine feelings for you.”

Bo Chi: “…”

It was over.

Even her parents had been won over. Who could save her now?

Was she really going to end up with her nemesis?!

Bo Chi felt a wave of dizziness. She couldn’t help but glance at Yu Zhao, their eyes meeting through the rearview mirror.

They both froze. Then Yu Zhao’s eyes curved into a smile.

Bo Chi’s face immediately flushed, her heart racing. Her previous anxieties were forgotten, replaced by a single thought—Oh no, why does she look so beautiful when she smiles?!

She, a sucker for pretty faces, truly couldn’t resist!

**

The return of Bo Chi’s parents didn’t cause any ripples in the wedding plans. They even went to the hospital to visit Yu Zhao’s mother. Yu Zhao’s mother seemed to have already learned about their relationship from Yu Zhao. She smiled. “I’m a burden to her as it is. Now that she’s found someone she loves, I’m only happy for her.”

She then looked at the despondent Bo Chi, her voice gentle. “And I have to thank Chi Chi. With her personality and background, she has no shortage of admirers. Her willingness to be with our Zhao Zhao is Zhao Zhao’s blessing.”

These words pleased Bo Chi’s parents, who immediately returned the compliment, praising Yu Zhao.

While they engaged in mutual flattery, Yu Zhao discreetly took Bo Chi’s hand and led her away.

Once they reached the less crowded stairwell, Yu Zhao bent down, her forehead touching Bo Chi’s, smiling without speaking.

Bo Chi glared at her, glaring until her eyes almost crossed. Finally, she conceded defeat. “What did you bring me here f—”

Yu Zhao suddenly interrupted her. “Wife.”

Bo Chi froze, her ears turning crimson. She opened her mouth but couldn’t speak.

Yu Zhao chuckled softly, patiently calling out again, “Wife.”

The stairwell was quiet, devoid of any movement.

Bo Chi could clearly hear her heart beating faster and faster.

Her fingers unconsciously twisted her skirt, her mind racing with countless images of her and Yu Zhao together.

After a long moment, her cheeks flushed, she softly replied, as if echoing the sentiment, “Mm.”

**

“Welcome back, Worker No. 666,” the familiar mechanical voice suddenly echoed in the endless void. “You have completed the mission ‘Prevent Yu Zhao from becoming Lin Ye’s official girlfriend,’ earning 100 points.”

“The system has detected that you and Worker No. 665, ‘Yu Zhao,’ were in a marital relationship in the small world. Do you wish to activate duo mode and share points with Worker No. 665?”

Bo Chi was momentarily confused, her memory still lingering on her and Yu Zhao basking in the sun in their old age.

As her consciousness cleared, the lingering intimacy gradually faded. As Bo Chi hummed in response, she still remembered every detail of her time with Yu Zhao, but the deep emotions were gone.

“Your soul isn’t strong enough to sustain such intense emotions,” the system explained, sensing her confusion. “So we selectively alleviate the pressure for you.”

Bo Chi reluctantly accepted this explanation, looking around, puzzled. “Where’s Ah Zhao? Why hasn’t she returned?”

The system: “Her soul is too weak to return to the space, so she has already proceeded to the next world.”

Bo Chi’s eyes lit up instantly. Without hesitation, she declared, “I’m going to the next world too!”

She’d been tricked by her nemesis, even ending up in bed with her.

The more Bo Chi thought about it, the more indignant she became, strengthening her resolve to get even.

Seeing her determination, the system didn’t say anything further, directly sending her to the next small world.

After a wave of dizziness, Bo Chi opened her eyes to find herself dressed in a spring dress, standing beneath a blossoming peach tree, secretly watching a young man in the distance.

The young man was exceptionally handsome, his gaze cold, his lips naturally red. He wore black brocade robes, his long hair tied up with a jade crown. Due to his young age, he appeared almost androgynous.

“Princess, the one in white is the new Number One Scholar. He is very talented, even His Majesty praised him as a Wenqu star(Star of Literature) descending to earth.” A chattering voice sounded beside her. Bo Chi looked back at her, and quickly understood her current situation and identity based on the memories in her mind.

Undoubtedly, she was now the current dynasty’s princess.

Because she was deeply favored by the Emperor, after learning that she might marry the new Number One Scholar, the original owner happily ran to the Peach Blossom Banquet, under the guise of admiring the flowers, to peek at what her future husband looked like.

In the plot, the original owner fell in love with the Number One Scholar at first sight, and the two became closer with contact. And just after they tasted the forbidden fruit, the Number One Scholar’s wife suddenly brought several children to the capital, beating the drums of injustice and begging the Number One Scholar not to abandon his wife and children.

The Emperor was furious when he learned of this, and intended to punish the Number One Scholar, but was stopped by the princess.

The princess was already pregnant with the Number One Scholar’s child at this time, and was deeply in love with him, so she immediately expressed her willingness to be on equal footing with the original wife.

After much deliberation, the Emperor, for the sake of his little princess’s reputation, finally married the princess off with a darkened face, allowing the Number One Scholar to enjoy the blessings of having two wives.

——That’s right, the Number One Scholar was the male lead of this world.

And the princess was not the female lead, she was still a vicious female supporting character. After marriage, she persevered in trying to harm the original wife and her children, and ultimately met a tragic end.

Thinking about it this way, Bo Chi quickly changed her target.

What scheming and selfish Number One Scholar? Isn’t the valiant and beautiful young general more fragrant?

Chapter 15

Lin Ye, stung by the taunt, glared at Bo Chi.

Seeing Bo Chi’s radiant complexion, seemingly thriving after no longer pursuing him, he felt a surge of unbalanced anger. “None of your business! Call Yu Zhao out!”

Bo Chi was genuinely curious about his disheveled appearance. According to the plot, the male lead should have already hooked up with the married teacher, the haughty policewoman, and the naive heiress trio, completely ignoring the aloof school beauty. Why was he here, specifically blocking their car?

And he looked even poorer than before… He wasn’t even wearing the new clothes he’d bought recently, instead sporting his all-purpose school uniform.

Bo Chi’s interest was piqued. “Tell me what happened to you recently, and I might be kind enough to call Yu Zhao down for you.”

Lin Ye hesitated, then gritted his teeth and said angrily, “It’s all because of you two! If you hadn’t chased me out of the hospital last time, would I have almost been hit by a car because I wasn’t looking where I was going? When the driver got out of the car, I thought all rich people were as malicious as you, so I ran away, afraid he’d ask for money. If I had known he was just checking if I was okay, I could have extorted a hefty sum from him! Instead, I got nothing, and that new teacher who happened to be passing by saw the whole thing!”

Bo Chi thought for a moment, connecting the “new teacher” with the married teacher. She then asked curiously, “And then?”

Lin Ye grumbled, “Haven’t you been checking the class group chat? She’s been targeting me! Always picking on me during random selections. I asked her why, and she actually said I had bad character?? Even worse, that driver who almost hit me was driving his young mistress. When she saw me run, the new teacher thought I’d done something wrong. They talked for a bit, and now that young mistress is completely smitten with the new teacher, coming to our school every day and constantly mocking me!”

“She looks so young, like a minor, yet she has no sympathy at all.” Lin Ye concluded, fuming. “You rich people are all naturally wicked!”

Bo Chi, who’d been struggling to contain her laughter, finally burst out, “Yes, yes, we’re wicked, malicious, and rich! Are you angry? Hmm? Angry?”

Lin Ye’s blood pressure spiked, his face turning red. He glared at Bo Chi for several seconds, forcing out through gritted teeth, “Y-You—I’ve told you everything. Call Yu Zhao out! I need to talk to her alone!”

Bo Chi discreetly took two steps back, ensuring her bodyguards were right behind her, before saying sweetly, “What are you thinking? I already said I’m malicious. Did you really think I’d keep my word?”

Lin Ye’s eyes widened. He spluttered, too angry to form a coherent sentence.

Bo Chi casually twirled a strand of hair. “Anyway, with me around, you can forget about seeing her. If you really have something important to say, you might as well tell me. Maybe if I’m in a good mood, I’ll be merciful enough to pass on the message.”

Lin Ye’s chest heaved. He struggled to control his anger. “Is the gossip in the group chat true? Is Yu Zhao marrying into your family? Is she selling herself just because her mother is sick?”

“The way you put it…” Bo Chi said coldly, “…makes it sound like you don’t have a mother.”

Lin Ye exploded. “Don’t change the subject! How old is her mother anyway? She doesn’t have many years left. Why should Yu Zhao sell herself to fill that bottomless pit of a hospital bill?”

Suddenly, he became suspicious. “Actually, she doesn’t want to save her mother at all, does she? She’s just a gold digger, using this as an opportunity to be with a rich guy, right? She was always cold and distant towards me because she thought I was poor, right!”

Bo Chi, unwilling to hear him slander Yu Zhao, retorted, “You are poor, but the rest is false. Yu Zhao signed an agreement with my brother. Our family will cover all of her mother’s medical expenses, and in return, she will—”

“Marry you.”

Yu Zhao’s voice suddenly rang out, stunning both Lin Ye and Bo Chi. After a long moment, Bo Chi turned around incredulously and rushed over to Yu Zhao, who had just gotten out of the car, whispering, “What nonsense are you spouting?!”

Yu Zhao patted her head, whispering back, “Calling each other ‘brother’ and ‘sister-in-law’ is just our private joke. We can’t do that in public.”

Bo Chi: “???”

Who was joking with her?

What joke?

Yu Zhao chuckled, pinching her cheek, then naturally took her hand and walked towards Lin Ye, her voice turning cold. “I recall telling you at the hospital that my affairs are none of your business. Lin, please don’t come looking for me again. You’re not welcome.”

Lin Ye was still in a daze, staring at their intertwined hands, feeling his world turn upside down. “You’re marrying Bo Chi, not Bo Ji? How is that possible… You’re both women!”

Yu Zhao replied calmly, “Before I fell for her, I never thought I’d end up with a woman. But after meeting her, gender no longer mattered.”

Lin Ye looked outraged. “How can that be?! Women are born to bear children for men! Being together is a waste of resources!”

Even with her good upbringing, Yu Zhao couldn’t help but feel disgusted.

She didn’t bother wasting any more words on him, turning to Bo Chi and coaxing gently, “It’s getting late. Let’s go pick up Mom and Dad.”

Bo Chi gave Lin Ye the middle finger, nodding. “Let’s go. Don’t waste your breath on this stallion with his patriarchal views.”

The two turned and got back into the car. Lin Ye yelled after them, his face red with anger, as if his girlfriend had just cheated on him.

But in reality, Bo Chi and Yu Zhao had nothing to do with him.

A woman’s decisions, whether it was choosing not to marry or being with someone of the same sex, were her own business, unrelated to outsiders.

Yet, strangely, it was often these irrelevant people who reacted with the most outrage.

The car continued on its way, the windows slightly open, the breeze ruffling Bo Chi’s hair, mirroring her turbulent thoughts.

Before they reached the airport, she tugged at Yu Zhao, forcing a serious expression on her face as she asked, “Tell me clearly, who are you marrying?”

Yu Zhao sighed. “There’s no one else, only you, from beginning to end. I know you’re insecure and might think…”

Bo Chi didn’t hear the rest of her words. She remained in a daze for a long moment, then suddenly remembered the surprise Bo Ji had mentioned.

He had initially refused to tell her, and later, seeing her constantly with Yu Zhao, he hadn’t brought it up again. Bo Chi had long forgotten about it. Now, recalling it suddenly, she took out her phone, found Bo Ji’s contact, and typed: [What was the surprise you mentioned before?]

Bo Ji quickly replied: [You still don’t know? It’s Yu Zhao! Didn’t you like her a lot before? You changed after bullying her, bringing her breakfast every day and warning everyone to stay away from her. I’ve watched you grow up, and this is the first time I’ve seen you so devoted. To help you win the beauty’s heart, I used every trick I knew to make her your fiancée. See? Isn’t your brother the best in the world?]

Bo Chi typed a long string of ellipses, finally realizing, in a daze… Yu Zhao wasn’t her sister-in-law, but her wife!

Damn.

This was too ridiculous!

How had things escalated to this point?

Was it too late to call off the wedding?

Bo Chi’s thoughts were in disarray. She looked up at Yu Zhao.

Yu Zhao happened to look down at the same time. Meeting her gaze, she smiled slightly. “I’ve been practicing my cooking lately. What kind of food do your parents prefer? I’ll make them a meal sometime.”

Cooking… meal… the sweet and sour pork ribs interrupted by the actor… the threatening confinement…

Bo Chi shivered, swallowing her words about calling off the wedding. She said meekly, “Mom and Dad prefer lighter flavors. They don’t like food that’s too sweet or too salty. They always frown when we eat those, thinking it’s unhealthy.”

Yu Zhao hummed softly. “Then I’ll secretly make you a special dish of sweet and sour fish or sweet and sour pork.”

Bo Chi was silent for a moment, then added softly, “I also want hot pot… spicy broth.”

Yu Zhao stared at her for a long moment before sighing. “You can’t handle spicy food, and you have a sensitive stomach. You’re only allowed to have it a few times a month, and not too much each time.”

Bo Chi instantly brightened, happily hugging Yu Zhao’s arm, her smile sweet.

At that moment, Bo Chi sincerely felt that having Yu Zhao as her wife wasn’t so bad after all.

At least Yu Zhao was more gentle and indulged her more than her family did.

Chapter 14

“I signed a wager agreement with your brother.” Yu Zhao suppressed a smile. She had initially intended to play along with Bo Chi’s little act, but seeing the girl’s dazed expression, she found herself genuinely amused, wanting to tease her further. “But perhaps you don’t know, this agreement also includes our marriage.”

Yu Zhao had always been hesitant about this point, worried that the agreement would taint their marriage in Bo Chi’s eyes.

After a moment of thought, she blended truth and falsehood, saying earnestly, “I agreed to the marriage because I like you. From the very beginning, you’ve been the only one in my heart and eyes.”

Bo Chi looked at her with a complicated expression. “Doing this… are you being fair to my brother?”

Yu Zhao almost burst out laughing again.

She coughed lightly, ruffling Bo Chi’s hair, still immersed in their little game, and continued playing along. “What’s unfair about it? I’m helping him deal with his parents’ nagging about marriage, and he gets to enjoy his freedom. It’s a win-win situation.”

“Don’t worry.” Yu Zhao’s lips curved into a smile, her beautiful face like a flower surrounded by thorns, both alluring and dangerous. “Even though we’ll be husband and wife in name only, I won’t let him touch me… Everything I have is yours.”

Bo Chi’s eyes teared up. “Nonsense! You’ve already taken everything I have!”

Yu Zhao raised an eyebrow, then understanding dawned. She casually unbuttoned her collar.

Bo Chi panicked. “W-What are you doing?!”

Yu Zhao bent down, capturing her slender ankle as she tried to retreat, her eyes flirtatious and seductive. “Aren’t you hinting that you want me? Come here, I’ll give it to you.”

Bo Chi, accustomed to Yu Zhao’s cold and imposing demeanor, was momentarily captivated by her alluring smile, her black hair cascading around her red lips. She was pulled back into Yu Zhao’s embrace.

Their soft, black hair intertwined, their breaths mingling with the faint scent of perfume, making their cheeks flush. Bo Chi felt dizzy, only realizing after a long moment, “Wait, didn’t you say you were giving it to me?!”

Yu Zhao hummed lazily, her voice husky with laughter. “Didn’t I just give you a finger?”

Bo Chi instantly realized she’d been tricked. Anger surged through her as she pushed Yu Zhao down onto the bed.

The pampered young heiress, however, ultimately failed to vent her frustration, thoroughly… enjoyed by the resourceful, less privileged classmate.

Only when Bo Chi, utterly spent, felt her stomach rumbling with hunger, did Yu Zhao mercifully withdraw her hand, chuckling. “Stop thinking about escaping me. From now on, you’re mine alone.”

“If you disobey…” Yu Zhao’s voice suddenly softened, as if whispering sweet nothings to her lover. “I’ll keep you at home, bind your limbs, dismiss all the staff, and ensure that the only living thing you see is me.”

Bo Chi, sprawled lifelessly on the bed, stiffened, instinctively burrowing under the covers, hiding her head.

She had to admit, she was terrified.

Yu Immersed in roleplaying with her wife Zhao chuckled softly, mistaking Bo Chi’s fear for approval of her acting and lines. Feeling a surge of pride and joy, she stood up gracefully. “Rest well. I’ll go make dinner.”

Bo Chi, thoroughly chastened, hesitantly poked her head out from under the covers. “Do you need any help…?”

Yu Zhao, her hair cascading down her back, glanced back meaningfully. “Are your legs working again?”

Bo Chi froze, then quickly retreated back under the covers.

—Yu Zhao, this pervert! Why did she want to have… kitchen play even while cooking?!

**

Over the next few days, although a bit subdued, Bo Chi was surprisingly obedient.

Because she was self-aware enough to know that if Yu Zhao and Bo Ji joined forces, she, a useless little rich girl, had no chance of escaping. By lying low, she might be able to dissuade Yu Zhao from her dark thoughts of imprisoning her.

With this reasoning, Bo Chi let go of her worries.

In any case, she’d successfully disrupted her nemesis’s mission. What more could she ask for?

Yu Zhao was oblivious to Bo Chi’s passive mindset. She only sensed that Bo Chi was becoming increasingly accustomed to her, occasionally even showing signs of dependence.

This made her very happy, fueling her desire to be with her wife every moment.

After enduring a few weekdays of work, she heard that Bo Chi’s parents were returning from abroad and needed to be picked up from the airport. She immediately cleared her schedule and went to find Bo Chi early in the morning.

Bo Chi had just woken up, her long, black hair loose around her shoulders. Her delicate face, free of makeup, was still captivatingly beautiful.

Yu Zhao walked over familiarly. Seeing Bo Chi had just changed and was sitting at her vanity table, she felt a surge of affection. Picking up an eyebrow pencil, she smiled. “Let me help you.”

Bo Chi was used to her whims. She closed her eyes, tilting her face upwards, her obedience making Yu Zhao’s heart flutter. Her body acted faster than her mind as she leaned down, capturing Bo Chi’s soft lips.

After a light good morning kiss, Yu Zhao released the blushing Bo Chi, gently lifting her chin and meticulously applying her makeup.

Bo Chi’s eyelashes fluttered, her heart inexplicably racing in the quiet and intimate atmosphere.

After finishing the makeup, Yu Zhao put down the lipstick. Noticing Bo Chi’s bare feet, she knelt down and, lifting the girl’s delicate foot, fastened the diamond-studded straps of her heels.

Bo Chi looked down at her, then couldn’t resist reaching out and stroking her seaweed-like hair.

Yu Zhao, without looking up, asked softly, “Do you like it?”

Bo Chi nodded honestly. “I do.”

Yu Zhao finished fastening the shoes and stood up, smiling. “Then be gentler next time in bed. Leave some for me to… please you.”

Bo Chi blushed crimson, playfully swatting at her.

Yu Zhao chuckled, pulling her into an embrace and kissing her forehead. “Good girl. It’s almost time. Let’s go.”

Her words soothed Bo Chi instantly. Although feigning reluctance, Bo Chi obediently let Yu Zhao hold her hand.

After they got into the car, just as the driver pulled out of the villa, a young man blocked their way.

“Yu Zhao!” Lin Ye shouted. “I saw you enter the Bo villa. You must be in this car! Come out!”

Bo Chi instantly pulled away from Yu Zhao, straightening up and warning, “You’re not allowed to go out!”

Yu Zhao blinked. “I’ll just ask…”

“No!” Bo Chi was most wary of the attraction between the male and female leads. Her heiress temper flared. “Stay in the car. I’ll go see what he wants.”

Yu Zhao outwardly pondered, inwardly enjoying her wife’s jealousy. She smiled. “Alright, I’ll wait for you in the car.”

Bo Chi’s expression softened. After humming in agreement, she got out of the car, her heels clicking against the ground with an air of authority.

She walked up to Lin Ye, sizing him up, and said bluntly, “Well, if it isn’t Lin. Haven’t seen you in a few days. Why are you looking so down and out?”

Chapter 13

This… this wasn’t how she’d imagined things would go!

In Bo Chi’s mind, Yu Zhao, upon discovering her fickle heart, should be heartbroken and end their relationship.

However, as Yu Zhao’s grip on her waist tightened and her voice rang out with amusement, Bo Chi realized that not only was Yu Zhao not hurt, but she seemed to be filled with an endless rage, as if she might explode at any moment and teach her an unforgettable lesson.

Bo Chi had to admit,

She was a little scared…

But having come this far, wouldn’t backing down now mean all her efforts were in vain?

Giving up at this point was equivalent to accepting the current… situation with her sister-in-law.

Bo Chi’s morals wouldn’t allow such shamelessness. She straightened her back, her voice trembling as she forced out, “W-Why should I tell you? Who I play around with is my business. It’s none of your concern.”

Silence descended upon the room, the air thick with tension and danger.

Bo Chi froze, not daring to turn around, feeling every hair on her body stand on end. She didn’t even dare to breathe.

The actor opposite her fared even worse. His affectionate expression was gradually replaced by fear. After a moment of hesitation, he took two steps back, forcing a smile. “Since you’re busy with someone else right now, I-I’ll go home and tidy up. I’ll… attend to you properly when you return tonight.”

He truly deserved his 98% approval rating. Despite being scared witless, he still managed to finish his act.

Bo Chi watched him leave, feeling both admiration and resentment—Dude, what am I supposed to do now that you’re gone?!

“Attend to you properly when you return tonight?” The moment the actor left, Yu Zhao slammed the door shut, pinning Bo Chi firmly against it. She gripped Bo Chi’s soft cheek, her eyes suddenly darkening. “How will you be attended to? Can he be better than me?”

Bo Chi blushed, glaring at her and weakly swatting her hand away. “Stop talking nonsense! I’m going home!”

Yu Zhao let out a short, cold laugh. “Home? Your home, or your lover’s home?”

Bo Chi struggled in Yu Zhao’s grip, unable to break free. She gritted her teeth. “What does it have to do with you? What right do you have to question me? Yu Zhao, please recognize your place. You’re just my sister-in-l—”

Before she could finish her hurtful words, Yu Zhao fiercely captured her lips.

The kiss was deep and forceful, unlike the previous gentle and tender one, as if Yu Zhao wanted to devour her whole.

Bo Chi’s lips quickly went numb, a faint stinging sensation following.

Even more alarming was Yu Zhao lifting her skirt, her hand trailing upwards along her smooth skin.

**

Bo Chi didn’t go home that night, spending it instead in Yu Zhao’s room.

The bright lights cast their shadows on the wall, like a shadow puppet show, their whispers and moans lasting half the night.

Only as dawn approached, did Yu Zhao finally bring out the recently purchased toys, sparing Bo Chi’s life.

Bo Chi was too exhausted to move, too tired to feel embarrassed. She nuzzled the blanket, wanting to sleep.

But Yu Zhao wouldn’t let her. She cupped Bo Chi’s face and asked, “Who’s better, me or them?”

Bo Chi mumbled, confused, “Who are ‘them’?”

Yu Zhao’s voice was tinged with jealousy. “Your lovers.”

Bo Chi: “…”

Seeing her speechless, Yu Zhao pinched her slender waist, threatening, “If you don’t answer, I’ll tickle your feet.”

Bo Chi instantly crumbled, wailing, “I don’t have any lovers! How would I know who’s better?!”

Yu Zhao, still bothered despite a night of passion, almost thought she’d misheard. “But that man…”

“He’s an actor,” Bo Chi interrupted listlessly.

Her plan to break up had failed, and she’d been thoroughly… disciplined by the angry Yu Zhao instead.

Bo Chi felt bitter, realizing that her sister-in-law’s attachment wasn’t something she could easily shake off.

Exhausted both physically and mentally, she no longer had the energy to continue the charade. She confessed about the actor, hoping Yu Zhao would drop it and let her sleep.

Yu Zhao did quiet down after learning the man was an actor.

But after a moment, she nudged Bo Chi, her voice strange. “Why did you hire an actor to put on such a show?”

Bo Chi was too sleepy to open her eyes, mumbling incoherently.

Yu Zhao, already having a suspicion and not caring about the mumbled words, stared at Bo Chi’s flushed face, her expression unreadable. “Do you want me to be… more forceful with you? Or do you like this kind of… roleplay?”

Bo Chi didn’t answer, lost in a sweet dream.

Yu Zhao took her silence as agreement, tucking her exposed feet under the covers, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “I understand.”

When she woke up, it was already afternoon. Bo Chi was groggy, still feeling weak and sore as she sat up.

She yawned and grabbed a clean shirt to change into.

The white shirt belonged to Yu Zhao, hanging loosely on her. Because the buttons were carelessly fastened, a slight movement revealed her smooth, round shoulder.

Bo Chi didn’t notice, busy searching for her pants on the bed.

Before she could find them, a hand suddenly squeezed her bare bottom.

Bo Chi jumped, nearly screaming. Turning around, she saw Yu Zhao standing behind her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she snapped, “Pervert! Let go!”

Yu Zhao didn’t let go, instead laughing playfully. “But it’s Miss Bo who’s seducing me. How can you call me a pervert?”

Bo Chi: “???”

The Yu Zhao before her seemed different. Bo Chi stared blankly, unable to pinpoint what was off. She could only cover her backside and scoot away, saying sternly, “Yu Zhao, I’ll be frank, there’s no future between us.”

Yu Zhao narrowed her eyes. “Why?”

Bo Chi said seriously, “Because you’re my sister-in-law!”

Yu Zhao: “…”

The rising wave of possessiveness was successfully calmed. Yu Zhao chuckled ruefully, rubbing her temples, realizing that Bo Chi was engaging in some sort of… roleplay again.

To appease her wife, she paused, then suddenly grinned mischievously. “Do you know why I’m with your brother?”

Bo Chi replied innocently, “Because you like each other?”

“Nope.” Yu Zhao’s smile deepened, her voice teasing. “Because from the very beginning, I’ve had my eyes on you.”

Chapter 12

Bo Chi, fearing delay would complicate matters, immediately picked up her phone and began searching for a suitable decoy.

She first ruled out women, lest Yu Zhao chime in with a “If a younger sister is acceptable, then an older sister is naturally acceptable too.”

Among men, besides the unreliable rich playboys, only Lin Ye was easy to control.

Bo Chi had always disliked this clueless and arrogant stallion. She would rather hire someone than interact with him, immediately dismissing the thought.

After some searching, nearing noon, she finally found an actor with a 98% approval rating through her friends’ group chat. After arranging to meet at the bar, Bo Chi relaxed, waiting for the actor’s arrival.

The sky outside had unknowingly darkened, clouds gathering overhead. A gentle breeze carried fine droplets of rain against her face.

Her phone suddenly received a text message. Bo Chi looked down and saw it was from Yu Zhao: [Have you eaten lunch, sweetie?]

Bo Chi instinctively wanted to reply. Her slender fingers tapped the screen twice, then quickly retreated.

She couldn’t keep making the same mistake, giving Yu Zhao false hope!

This was a twisted love, destined for no good ending!

After a couple of seconds, Yu Zhao sent another message: [I made your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs. If you’ve already eaten…]

Thinking of Yu Zhao’s cooking and the sweet and sour taste of the ribs, Bo Chi couldn’t resist replying instantly: [I haven’t! Save some for me. I’m on my way!]

Yu Zhao sent a smiling emoji, replying gracefully: [Okay.]

Plans never survive contact with reality. As Bo Chi headed to Yu Zhao’s place, she sent a message to the actor from the car: [Something came up. Don’t come to the bar. Come to this address instead.]

She sent Yu Zhao’s address, adding after a moment of thought: [Wait until after lunch to show up and act. Don’t rush it.]

Otherwise, she worried that Yu Zhao, heartbroken mid-meal, would flip the table in anger, depriving her of the chance to finish the ribs…

Yu Zhao was always a good cook, both in this world and their reality.

Even more precious was the fact that every dish Yu Zhao made suited Bo Chi’s taste perfectly.

Bo Chi once had a falling out with her family, determined to run away from home. Ending up squatting pitifully by the roadside with nowhere to go, it was Yu Zhao who took her in, patiently and calmly cooking three meals a day for her, disregarding her awkwardness and discomfort.

When Bo Chi’s worried parents finally found their rented apartment, wiping tears and preparing to welcome back their thinner daughter, Bo Chi, looking healthy and plump, opened the door, her spirits even higher than usual, making the reunion slightly awkward.

Standing at Yu Zhao’s door, Bo Chi clenched her fists, vowing for the hundred and first time to eat less this time and not let the wicked Yu Zhao fatten her up again.

After making her vow, she raised her hand to knock, simultaneously lifting her handbag, instinctively guarding against cockroaches, mice, or the like.

The childhood trauma remained vivid in her memory, making this an almost instinctive action.

The door opened, revealing Yu Zhao in casual home clothes, her long, black hair loosely tied back, a simple apron around her waist, and thin plastic gloves on her hands. She held a piece of enticing-looking pork rib.

Bo Chi’s eyes were instantly glued to the rib, her pretty face clearly expressing one desire—to eat.

Yu Zhao’s lips curved upwards. She raised her hand. “If you want to eat it, come and get it.”

Bo Chi immediately reached out, only to have her hand caught by Yu Zhao’s other hand, who squeezed it playfully. “You’re not wearing gloves. No grabbing food with your hands.”

Bo Chi blinked, then decisively tried to use her mouth instead.

She stood on tiptoe, her body pressing closer and closer to Yu Zhao. Just as she was about to take a bite of the rib, Yu Zhao suddenly lowered her head and, taking advantage of her open mouth, slipped her tongue in, capturing Bo Chi’s soft tongue in a deep kiss.

Bo Chi froze. Before she could react, Yu Zhao wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her inside.

Yu Zhao hooked the door closed with her foot, shutting out all prying eyes. Satisfied, she pressed Bo Chi against the wall, greedily claiming the girl’s sweetness.

The long kiss drained all of Bo Chi’s strength. By the time Yu Zhao released her, she no longer had the energy to protest, only enough breath left to insist, “Give me… rib!”

Yu Zhao: “…”

Though unwilling to admit it, Yu Zhao felt a twinge of jealousy towards that piece of rib, which had captivated Bo Chi’s attention so completely.

The stove in the kitchen was still on. Yu Zhao stuffed the rib into Bo Chi’s mouth, pinched her cheek affectionately, and went into the kitchen.

After a while, she brought all the dishes to the table.

Bo Chi happily picked up her chopsticks, her mind focused solely on eating.

Yu Zhao tried various ways to start a conversation, but nothing could distract Bo Chi from the food.

Just as Yu Zhao was staring enviously at the much-loved pork ribs, a knock on the door echoed, followed by a man’s voice. “Is Bo Chi here?”

Yu Zhao raised an eyebrow, glancing at Bo Chi, who had paused mid-bite. Just as she was about to get up to answer the door, Bo Chi rushed to the door. “I’ll get it,” she said casually.

She opened the door to find a handsome man in a suit.

Their eyes met, and Bo Chi instantly understood that the actor had arrived. Ignoring her annoyance at his timing, she coughed lightly. “What can I do for you?”

The actor quickly got into character, his eyes reddening like a soap opera protagonist, his voice choked with emotion. “Why haven’t you come to see me lately? Do you know how much I’ve missed you…?”

Bo Chi listened with a serious expression, her attention drawn to the sound of Yu Zhao’s approaching footsteps.

Yu Zhao stopped behind her, silent. If not for the sharp gaze piercing her back, Bo Chi would have almost thought she’d left.

“I know you have many other men and women, but I don’t mind,” the actor continued, adding to his performance, giving her a pointed look, urging her to react.

Bo Chi stiffened, forcing out, “I’m glad you feel that way… As a rich heiress, playing around is normal. I’m not a patient person. I’ll continue to see other people, so…”

Before she could finish, a pair of white arms wrapped around her waist.

Yu Zhao rested her chin on her shoulder, her breath warm against her ear. Though her voice held a smile, it made Bo Chi’s hair stand on end. “Who have you been playing around with? Tell your older sister.”

Chapter 11

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Sunlight streamed through the window, painting the floor gold.

Bo Chi remained frozen. Seeing her motionless, Yu Zhao asked solicitously, “Is it because we were a bit too… enthusiastic last night, and you’re feeling unwell?”

Bo Chi’s face flushed crimson. She pounded the bed in embarrassment. “H-How can you just say that out loud?! And… and why are you so calm?!”

Yu Zhao paused, tucking her messy hair behind her ear, a flicker of guilt in her narrow, charming eyes.

Unlike Bo Chi, who had a low alcohol tolerance and was easily drunk, she had retained some clarity last night despite the alcohol. Bo Chi didn’t remember anything, but she clearly recalled how she had held the girl’s waist, enticing her into shared indulgence.

However, that had been a drunken impulse. Now, sobered up and looking at Bo Chi, who seemed to want to burrow into the blankets, Yu Zhao felt that doing such a thing before they were officially married was perhaps not right.

After a moment of thought, she put an arm around Bo Chi’s bruised shoulder, her beautiful face serious. “Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility.”

Bo Chi’s mind reeled. Confused, she stammered, “Responsibility? But you… you and my brother…”

Yu Zhao raised an eyebrow, puzzled about what their relationship had to do with Bo Ji.

However, since her wife cared, she dutifully replied, “He’s your brother. I’ll try my best to get along with him.”

Bo Chi: “?!?”

Was this the equivalent of, ‘I’m not here to break up your family; I’m here to join it’?!

Damn.

Things were complicated!

Bo Chi couldn’t accept such a twisted relationship. Just as she was about to scold Yu Zhao, a knock on the door and a man’s cheerful voice interrupted her. “It’s 8:30. Time for my little baby to wake up.”

Bo Chi froze, slowly looking down at her body covered in marks, then at the innocent Yu Zhao beside her. She quickly scrambled out of bed, pulling at Yu Zhao. “Quick, quick, my brother’s here! Hide!”

Yu Zhao casually picked up some clothes. As she bent down, her gaze fell on Bo Chi’s bare feet, and she frowned. “Don’t run around barefoot. You’ll catch a cold.”

Bo Chi was frantic. “At a time like this, you’re still worried about me?”

Yu Zhao blinked, about to say something.

Bo Chi didn’t give her the chance, hastily pushing her into the bathroom. She hurriedly put on some clothes, then cautiously opened the door a crack, poking her head out and saying breathlessly, “G-Good morning, Brother.”

Bo Ji lowered his hand, puzzled. “Why are you in such a panic so early in the morning?”

Bo Chi averted her gaze. “A-Am I?”

She was incredibly nervous, not daring to open the door wider, fearing Bo Ji would discover his fiancée had already slept with her.

However, her behavior only piqued Bo Ji’s curiosity. He reached out to push the door open.

They tussled at the doorway for a while. Finally, Bo Ji, having had enough fun, pushed the door open amidst his sister’s protests, laughing. “What treasure are you hiding in here? So secretive, not even letting me—Hmm? Yu Zhao?”

Bo Chi’s heart skipped a beat. She turned to see Yu Zhao, whom she had just hidden, walking out. Although fully dressed, the wrinkles on her clothes and her slightly damp hair from her recent shower made it obvious what they had been doing.

Silence filled the air.

Bo Chi’s vision darkened. Just as she braced herself for her brother’s wrath, Yu Zhao spoke, her voice laced with displeasure, “Don’t bully her.”

Bo Ji frowned. “I’m teasing my sister. Why are you interfering?”

Despite his words, seeing the intimacy between the two, he still felt awkward. He ruffled Bo Chi’s hair. “Alright, I just came to tell you that Mom and Dad know about the marriage. They’re very happy and plan to come back in a few days. Remember to bring her home to meet them then.”

Bo Chi: “Huh? Oh… okay.”

She responded absentmindedly, still confused about the situation even after Bo Ji hummed a tune and left.

Yu Zhao walked over to her, hesitating slightly. “Your parents are coming back? Should I buy them some gifts? Do they have any preferences?”

Bo Chi snapped back to reality. “They’re not short on money. They buy whatever they like. Just get them something thoughtful. It’s the thought that counts.”

Yu Zhao relaxed, humming in agreement. “I understand. Go take a shower. Last night…”

Bo Chi’s scalp tingled at the words “last night.” She covered her ears, interrupting her. “Don’t mention it again! Let’s… let’s just pretend it never happened, okay?”

She sounded pitiful, on the verge of a breakdown.

Yu Zhao stared at the top of her head, hesitating. “…Was my technique not good? But it was my first time with a girl…”

Bo Chi almost choked, her toes curling. Fighting back the embarrassment, she said, “Your technique was fine… But that’s not what I meant! I mean, this kind of thing should only happen between people who like each other. Do you like me?”

Yu Zhao didn’t hesitate. “I like you.”

Bo Chi: “That’s what I’m saying. You don’t actually—Huh???”

She was stunned, nearly biting her tongue.

Yu Zhao cupped her face in her hands, repeating each word deliberately, “You heard me right. I like you.”

Bo Chi’s eyes widened, unable to look away as she stared at Yu Zhao.

Their breaths mingled, becoming indistinguishable. The atmosphere grew increasingly intimate as they leaned closer, closer, until Yu Zhao kissed Bo Chi’s slightly swollen lips, gently and tenderly.

Bo Chi was forced to tilt her head back. As her mind drifted, she suddenly smelled the familiar scent of her own body wash on Yu Zhao.

She instantly snapped awake, her cheeks burning as she pushed Yu Zhao away. Too flustered to speak, she turned and fled the room.

**

Afternoon.

Bo Chi appeared in a private room at a bar.

The original host was a minor shareholder here, often hosting parties for friends. Despite being in this world for so long, this was Bo Chi’s first time here.

She hadn’t invited the original host’s friends because men felt unsafe, and women reminded her of Yu Zhao.

After some thought, she asked the bartender to bring her a pile of cat and dog plushies, arranging them neatly opposite her. As she poured them juice, she poured out her worries. “…What is going on?! Yu Zhao actually likes me? What a joke! She used to run away at the sight of me!”

Although after a while, Yu Zhao had seemingly changed her mind, turning around to cling to her constantly, even becoming more physically affectionate, Bo Chi, still shaken, subjectively believed Yu Zhao had once deeply disliked her.

She couldn’t understand why Yu Zhao liked her now, finally sighing at a plush orange cat. “Maybe it’s because of her amnesia. If she recovers her memory one day and remembers what we did… she might kill me.”

The horrifying image made Bo Chi snap out of her melancholic mood. Alarmed, she thought, No, I can’t keep making the same mistake… Since she says she likes me, I’ll find a decoy and pretend. Once she gives up completely, this can all be over!

Chapter 10

As dawn broke, Bo Chi boarded the car to school.

It was the cusp between night and morning. The school was quiet, and besides the ever-diligent Yu Zhao, the classroom was empty.

Bo Chi looked tired, her delicate makeup unable to conceal her yawns. As she stepped into the classroom, she immediately caught Yu Zhao’s attention.

“Didn’t sleep well last night?” Yu Zhao put down her book, stood up, pulled out a chair, and pressed Bo Chi into it.

Bo Chi looked at her intently, not answering, but asking directly, “Are you getting married?”

Yu Zhao paused, then understanding dawned, a helpless smile touching her lips. “Just because of this, you didn’t sleep all night?”

Seeing her indirectly confirm the marriage, Bo Chi bit her lip, a feeling of tightness in her chest. She turned her face away, refusing to acknowledge her.

Yu Zhao had heard of pre-wedding jitters. Seeing Bo Chi’s reaction, she spoke even more patiently. “Don’t overthink it. Whether we get married or not, our feelings won’t change. If you really can’t accept it, I can postpone or cancel the wedding. After all, nothing is more important than your wishes.”

She spoke gently, her charming eyes filled with a smile, seemingly without a hint of hesitation or reluctance.

Bo Chi stared at her for a moment. Though somewhat appeased, she still said rationally, “You’ve already made an agreement. Going back on it now will affect your credibility… Forget it, anyway…”

Anyway, as long as it wasn’t that stallion, Lin Ye, it was fine.

Bo Chi tried to console herself, her mood still sour. Yu Zhao, on the other hand, looked as if she’d won the lottery. She no longer looked at her book, her gaze fixed on Bo Chi with a smile, making her feel both uncomfortable and annoyed. She stood up abruptly. “I was just asking casually. Don’t overthink it!”

After her curt remark, without waiting for a reply, Bo Chi left the classroom to escape the unsettling feeling.

After spacing out in the car for a while, Bo Chi suddenly remembered she still owed Yu Zhao lunch. Thinking further, considering Yu Zhao’s family background and the people she would face after marrying into the Bo family, she perked up, instructing the driver to head to the mall.

Evening.

Yu Zhao scanned her surroundings as she walked out of the school.

After a few steps, she spotted the Bo family’s car with its door wide open. Bo Chi, wearing sunglasses that covered half her face and a new dress, raised her pale hand and beckoned her with a crooked finger.

Yu Zhao paused, almost convinced Bo Chi was flirting with her.

But on second thought, she decided Bo Chi wasn’t that clever, so she suppressed her racing heart, obediently got into the car, and sat down.

“I’ve already spoken to Auntie.” After a day of shopping, Bo Chi’s mood had visibly improved. “We’ll have Western food later. If it gets too late, you can stay at my place, and we can go to school together tomorrow.”

Yu Zhao’s heart fluttered, her gaze traveling down Bo Chi’s elegant neck, her voice unknowingly husky. “We… sleep together?”

Bo Chi snorted. “Who wants to sleep with you? You’ll sleep in the guest room!”

Disappointment flickered in Yu Zhao’s eyes. “Alright.”

It was fine if they didn’t sleep together now.

After marriage, she could sleep with her every day, every moment, from morning till night.

This thought brought a smile to Yu Zhao’s lips as she turned, contentedly admiring her beautifully dressed… wife.

The evening breeze accompanied them as they arrived at the Western restaurant.

Bo Chi and Yu Zhao sat down amidst the melodious piano music.

The usually careless Bo Chi also had her meticulous moments, like now, as she softly and carefully explained dining etiquette to Yu Zhao, wanting to ensure that after marrying into the Bo family, Yu Zhao wouldn’t be judged by others.

Yu Zhao listened attentively, her gaze never leaving Bo Chi.

They say a beauty under the lamplight appears even more beautiful. Yu Zhao agreed wholeheartedly. How could her wife be so cute and beautiful?

Her sparkling almond-shaped eyes were beautiful, her porcelain-white face was beautiful, her wine-stained lips were beautiful, and even the stray strand of black hair was beautiful.

Yu Zhao’s gaze intensified. To quench her thirst, she once again drained her glass, then stared intently at her wife.

Bo Chi: “?”

She was just drinking. Why stare at her after finishing?

Was this a provocation?!

Bo Chi, feeling challenged, also finished her drink.

However, her alcohol tolerance was low. After drinking, she started giggling foolishly, her sweet voice drawing out like melted cotton candy. “Yu Zhao… Yu Zhao…”

The world blurred before her eyes. Someone seemed to be talking, but she couldn’t hear them clearly.

She instinctively grabbed Yu Zhao, clinging to her like a koala, repeating the name etched into her bones.

The surroundings were noisy for a while, then suddenly quieted down.

Bo Chi, feeling dizzy, opened her eyes with difficulty, vaguely realizing they were back at her home and Yu Zhao was asleep beside her, her arms tightly around her waist.

Bo Chi mumbled something unintelligible, reaching out to push her nemesis away. However, she misjudged her strength, bumping her head against Yu Zhao’s and waking the half-drunk woman.

“What’s wrong?” Yu Zhao leaned closer, kissing her cheek. “Are you feeling unwell from the alcohol?”

Bo Chi: “&……%%!”

Yu Zhao: “?”

They spoke incoherently, neither understanding the other.

In their confusion, they tumbled together. It was unclear who initiated the kiss, who initiated the touch. Clothes were discarded, bodies intertwined. Like white clouds swirling, a waterfall cascading, and flowers trembling by the riverbank, speckled plum blossoms fell upon the snow.

After a night of passion, Bo Chi woke up late the next morning, her body aching.

She forced her eyes open, genuine confusion clouding her vision. It took her a moment to register the messy bedsheets and the intimate marks covering her body, not even sparing her inner thighs.

She was stunned.

Which beast, in their insatiable hunger, had devoured her so thoroughly?!

Bo Chi was shocked and mortified. She turned to look beside her, murderous intent flashing in her eyes.

At that moment, a pair of arms reached out, encircling her slender waist and pulling her closer. The person pressed against her back, nuzzling her neck and chuckling contentedly. “Good morning.”

Bo Chi felt as if struck by lightning, her body stiffening. She didn’t even notice the playful nibbling on her earlobe, her mind filled with a single, screaming thought—Shit, this wasn’t just sleeping with her nemesis! This was sleeping with her future sister-in-law!!