After Marrying the Cold and Elegant Beauty, I Fell in Love (GL) - Chapter 13

The warm summer breeze brushed against her face, but Han Shuangshuang felt a chill in her heart.

She knew perfectly well that Shen Yuru was a major villain teetering on the edge of “blackening,” yet the system kept giving her tasks that could get her killed at any second.

Wasn’t this a blatant trap? Even if she had to act “unreasonable and demanding,” there had to be a limit. Could verbal demands no longer satisfy the requirements of her persona?

[System: You aren’t just any ordinary vicious supporting character, Host.]

What, am I the “Vicious Supporting Character in Wang Wei’s Poetry”?

[System: You are the ultimate culmination of all cannon-fodder bugs. You are not only brainless and suicidal but also ruthless, demanding, snobbish, and you enjoy bullying the weak.]

Han Shuangshuang didn’t understand. Who defined these traits? Why did the original host have such an image in everyone’s eyes? Was it just because she didn’t know how to talk or please people that she had to suffer like this?

[System: Please make a choice within five minutes, or the severity of the next “Crematorium” punishment will increase. Please decide carefully!]

The palm Han Shuangshuang used to hold Shen Yuru’s index finger was already dripping with sweat. Whether it was from nerves or shyness, she felt like the words were circling in her mouth, unable to be spoken. She was a young woman in her prime; how could she say such suggestive and inappropriate things?

Shen Yuru watched Han Shuangshuang as she stood there with her head bowed, motionless. The crown of the girl’s dark head was right in front of her. It suddenly reminded her of a video she had seen while scrolling through her phone.

A stupid dog will fall in love with a human just because they get a few pets.

Han Shuangshuang’s strange behavior, paired with those puppy eyes, really made that image stick. Shen Yuru felt her heart inexplicably touched, as if the last soft spot in her soul had been occupied.

Since she was a child, her life had been filled with ill-intentioned flattery. Everyone approached her with an ulterior motive. Just when she thought someone was sincere, they would change their face and stab her in the back. Gradually, she began to hate those who approached her. She used coldness to disguise herself, avoiding connections and forgetting what it felt like to be surrounded by warmth.

But Han Shuangshuang was like a high-energy puppy—never tired, always passionate. Even Shen Yuru’s fingertips seemed to feel the heat.

Almost subconsciously, Shen Yuru reached out and placed her hand on Han Shuangshuang’s head. Her long fingers moved with extreme gentleness, slowly stroking the girl’s hair. Han Shuangshuang wore a high ponytail, just as bold as her personality. Shen Yuru let her fingers slide into the hair; it was smooth, warm, and playful—hard to read, nostalgic, yet impossible to grasp.

“Classmate Han, every word you say stops short of calling it my fault, yet every sentence is an accusation. Why don’t you explain why you were in this bar? If you’ve decided to study hard, why come to a place like this…?”

Shen Yuru’s voice was light and airy, leaving the rest of the sentence for Han Shuangshuang to interpret.

Han Shuangshuang’s heart skipped a beat. She looked up, and those damp puppy eyes crashed straight into Shen Yuru’s heart. Han Shuangshuang was incredibly embarrassed. Three minutes had passed, and she still hadn’t found the courage to say those lines.

Impacted by the gaze, Shen Yuru turned her head away awkwardly. Her breathing grew slightly hurried, and she clutched her chest. Her doctor said her heart trouble was psychological, but physically it was defined as heart failure. She liked being alone; she liked quiet, not noise. Very few things could make her heart race or let her feel its beat.

This Han Shuangshuang is really…

Shen Yuru bit her lip out of sight and quickly adjusted her emotions. “Why is Classmate Han silent? Was all that talk just bluster and unreasonable logic to seize the initiative?”

Han Shuangshuang pouted even harder, looking like she’d been deeply wronged. Both Shen Yuru and the system were bullying her, yet they called her the villain.

She grabbed Shen Yuru’s wrist, the heat of her palm pressing against the other’s cool skin. It was a strange sensation. Despite her “upright” heart, standing so close allowed her to smell the scent of mountain spring water on Shen Yuru—light, cool, with a hint of sweetness. It was like the only antidote for a hangover.

“I was just silent for a moment, yet Sister Shen acts like she’s caught me red-handed again. Haven’t I been clear enough? I studied all day; can’t I come here to relax? It’s heartbreaking that you still view me through those old stereotypes.”

Shen Yuru pursed her lips and said nothing. Under the cover of night, Han Shuangshuang couldn’t see her face clearly. Without having to look at the villain’s icy expression, she took a deep breath and summoned her courage.

“The issue has been made very clear, but the person at fault refuses to apologize, staying stiff-faced and forcing others to bow. That’s not very good.”

Han Shuangshuang’s hands were sweating from nerves. To match her persona, she let her thumb slowly trace the back of Shen Yuru’s hand, a subtle, lingering touch that circled around the webbing of her thumb.

“An apology can be spoken or shown through actions. It depends on whether the person is sincere. I really want to know what Sister Shen is thinking?”

The darkness allowed her to step forward boldly. She stared at Shen Yuru with those bright puppy eyes, acting like someone whose feelings had been toyed with and was demanding a status. She was determined to get an answer.

Shen Yuru felt her hand itching. Her eyelashes trembled. “What kind of explanation do you want?”

Han Shuangshuang felt Shen Yuru silently trying to pull her hand back, but she increased her grip, refusing to let her escape.

“Sister Shen, don’t be so cold. Remember the day you pinned me behind the curtain and covered my mouth? You were so forceful and didn’t explain a thing. Thinking back, I’m much more understanding than you.” Han Shuangshuang’s mind raced, using Shen Yuru’s past “boldness” to justify her own next move so she wouldn’t seem like a total pervert.

“Since that’s the case, why don’t you kiss me? A friendly kiss to melt my grievances.”

[System: That phrasing won’t work. The system requires a ‘fawning’ kiss. You must indicate that she should kiss you to please you for the task to be successful.]

Han Shuangshuang’s nerves were so frayed she almost choked on her own spit.

“I feel like that’s not enough. Since you misunderstood me first, shouldn’t you be more proactive? Does Sister Shen know how to please people?”

She felt Shen Yuru’s body stiffen the moment the words left her mouth. The phoenix eyes that looked up at her were filled with disbelief. Han Shuangshuang held her breath, waiting for judgment. In her panic, she almost let Shen Yuru’s hand slip, so she gripped the other’s index finger tightly.

Shen Yuru sneered, her tone strange. “I wonder how many people you’ve used that line on. Too bad it doesn’t work on me.”

Han Shuangshuang’s face froze. She maintained her innocent look, but her heart was screaming. It’s over, it’s over! It’s all the system’s fault! She knew this wouldn’t work.

[System: It’s okay, Host! There’s still the second option. If you can’t get her to be proactive, being proactive yourself will also yield results. Friendly Reminder: You have 30 seconds left.]

With no time to think, Han Shuangshuang held onto Shen Yuru’s finger like a lifeline. The warm breeze blew Shen Yuru’s loose hair across Han Shuangshuang’s face. Looking at those cold eyes, she had to admit: Shen Yuru was breathtaking.

“Sister Shen really isn’t being honest. Or do you think I’m easy to fool? A few hollow words and a reluctant apology aren’t enough to fix my wounded heart. People don’t learn right from wrong without a little punishment.”

Han Shuangshuang’s voice dropped low. She looked deeply at Shen Yuru and then put the woman’s finger into her mouth. First, her lips brushed against the finger pad, then she opened slightly—warm and wet—and let her canines lightly, carefully graze the skin.

Shen Yuru felt that in her entire life, her heart had never beaten so violently. It was as if Han Shuangshuang had reached in and taken her heart, squeezing it in her hand.

What was this girl doing?

Until a tiny sting came from her finger. Han Shuangshuang’s voice was incredibly raspy: “Even now, Sister Shen is still scolding me with her expression.”

Shen Yuru snapped back to reality and immediately yanked her finger away. The sensation remained, seared into her mind. She raised her other hand and pinched Han Shuangshuang’s rounded cheek. In the quiet night, the irritation in her voice was clear:

“I told you, Han Shuangshuang—don’t use the tricks you use on others on me.”