Pretending To Be Affectionate [Transmigration] - Chapter 39

Ling Yu had initially thought that her aggressive attempt at intimacy tonight would be a bust.

Unexpectedly, just before midnight, the sound of a car horn echoed along the otherwise silent mountain road.

A Porsche was slowly making its way up the winding mountain road. The roads were icy, so the speed was slow.

There were two people in the car, but they were far away. Gu Qing was sitting in the passenger seat.

The driver was likely a designated driver who had no experience on mountain roads, driving the Porsche at the speed of a tractor.

The hazard lights flashed on and off, as if they were playing a game.

Thankfully, this odd flashing immediately allowed Ling Yu to recognize Gu Qing’s flashy, limited-edition Porsche.

A smile touched Ling Yu’s eyes. She casually dropped her laptop on the ground.

She rushed back inside the room to quickly change into the outfit she had planned for tonight.

To ensure her aggressive attempt at intimacy succeeded, she had prepared thoroughly today.

She wore a black camisole underneath a low-cut, hollow-knit sweater with ruffled edges. The sweater was tucked into high-waisted jeans.

Although the fabric was thin, it was easy to remove and alluring.

Ling Yu pulled out her hair tie and, as she reached the door, placed a pink knit hat on her head. Her outfit looked both innocent and wild.

Xu Miao heard the commotion behind her and yelled: “Damn it… you’re still going on a date this late?”

“Don’t you dare run off. Do you think I can’t control you today?”

Ling Yu: “…”

She wondered what she had done to offend her cousin, Xu Miao. Why did she choose this moment to try and control her dating life?

Ling Yu used her eyes to playfully signal Xu Miao to be quiet, then quickly closed the villa door behind her.

“Ling Yu, if you’re not back by the time I finish this game, don’t ever come back!”

Xu Miao made an overdramatic threat behind her. Ling Yu lowered her eyes, thinking that if she came back tonight, she would have truly lost, completely defeated.

Gu Qing considered herself a woman of her word who would never break a promise.

Even if Ling Yu squatted outside her house until the end of time, it was none of her business.

Gu Qing clenched the unlit cigarette and repeatedly reminded herself to stop before it was too late.

Whether Ling Yu was enticing men or women, whether she was a player or not, she shouldn’t continue this dangerous relationship.

Gu Qing believed that if she ignored Ling Yu, the latter wouldn’t hold back either.

She thought her heart was rock solid.

But an hour ago.

Gu Qing walked out of the bar and found a designated driver.

The driver was a middle-aged man who was a chatterbox. Seeing that Gu Qing was silent, he started talking about his recent troubles to pass the time.

His daughter, a high school student, had recently fallen for a senior at her school. She had publicly come out to her family.

“Sigh, she used to like male idols. I never thought she’d suddenly like someone of the same sex.”

“Miss Gu, you’re a lawyer. You must have studied psychology. Can you help me analyze this? Is there something mentally wrong with my daughter? I heard from someone that this kind of mental illness requires electroshock therapy in a hospital.”

“Mental illness?” Gu Qing narrowed her eyes and said coldly, “Same-sex marriage is common in R country. What mental problem does your daughter have? She just happens to like someone of the same sex.”

The driver felt the low pressure coming from Gu Qing and wiped his cold sweat.

He quickly laughed awkwardly and changed the subject: “Never mind, never mind, let’s not talk about her. The weather is very cold tonight. I heard it’s Christmas Eve. Miss Gu, do you want to get an apple?”

The melancholy returned to the driver’s face: “Do you know why I know about your young people’s holiday?”

Gu Qing neither confirmed nor denied it.

The driver didn’t feel embarrassed and complained: “My silly daughter’s senior is having night class at No. 1 Middle School. She told us in advance that she’s going to No. 1 Middle School to deliver an apple tonight. Sigh… it’s minus five degrees now. It’s hard to imagine her, such a skinny person, shivering in the cold wind…”

Gu Qing’s slender fingers tapped on the emoji screen of her phone. She suddenly lifted her eyelids. Her breath was mixed with the smell of alcohol. She tilted her head and tossed a few words at the driver: “To the West Mountain Villa.”

Ling Yu waited outside for about ten minutes before Gu Qing’s flashy Porsche finally drove slowly to the gate of her house.

It was already late at night, and the temperature outside was extremely low. Ling Yu didn’t need to pretend to be pitiful. Her pale face was already slightly flushed from the cold.

Gu Qing stepped her long, straight legs out of the car.

She wore a lake-blue plaid wool coat tonight, and her chestnut-colored long curls reached her waist.

Her posture was perfect. Her high heels sank into the snow, yet she showed no signs of being distressed.

She walked slowly, step by step, like a female model on a runway.

Ling Yu stretched her neck to look. The cold wind blew into her neck.

Before she could even manage a smile, Gu Qing’s beautifully structured face suddenly appeared in front of her.

Ling Yu’s curled eyelashes fluttered. A snowflake fell and landed on her chattering lips.

Gu Qing’s face suddenly changed. She looked a little angry.

Her two thin lips were covered in a dark red lip glaze, which added a touch of vintage elegance to her.

The beautiful scenery, dotted with melting snow behind her, couldn’t compete with her cold and breathtaking beauty.

But at this moment, the beautiful woman’s face was stern, and her lips were pursed into a straight line. To Ling Yu, her beauty was halved.

Did she have to show her disgust so obviously just by seeing her?

Ling Yu resisted the urge to twitch her lips. She looked up and greeted Gu Qing casually: “Why are you only coming back now?”

She deliberately softened her voice. The crisp sound naturally carried a hint of coyness.

Gu Qing glanced at her and subtly took a step back.

Her cold eyes were half-closed, lightly scanning her with a meaningful look.

The cold indifference was expected. Ling Yu didn’t take the coldness in Gu Qing’s eyes seriously at all.

She smiled, maintaining the expression on her face: “It’s so cold. Quick, quick, let’s go inside to talk.”

While speaking, Ling Yu reached out and tugged at Gu Qing’s arm.

Her eyes naturally glanced at Gu Qing’s pocket.

The expression was too obvious, signaling Gu Qing to open the door quickly.

Gu Qing snickered, speechless at Ling Yu’s matter-of-fact attitude.

She truly couldn’t understand how someone like Ling Yu could so casually pretend to be affectionate.

Just a few days ago, the atmosphere between them was tense, yet today she could easily change her expression and act gentle and obedient.

Gu Qing had originally thought she would curse her out and send her away.

However, when she lifted her eyelids, her gaze fell upon Ling Yu’s rather scanty outfit for the evening, and her slender eyebrows furrowed.

Ling Yu was standing under the vintage spotlight at the gate.

She was only wearing a black camisole underneath the hollow-knit sweater. The low-cut neckline let the cold wind blow directly onto her skin.

When Gu Qing’s gaze swept over her, Ling Yu’s exposed skin was instantly brushed with a light pink tint by the cold wind, which extended down to her chest.

She looked shy and alluring, making one want to touch her.

Gu Qing curled her fingers in annoyance. Perhaps it was the glass of 80-proof vodka she had just consumed. Her long eyelashes drooped, concealing the layer of gloom in her eyes.

She only had one thought: she hoped Ling Yu would give up and leave, so she wouldn’t have to curse her out again.

Feeling the surrounding temperature drop again, Ling Yu wrapped her arms around her thin outer layer.

She looked at Gu Qing’s outstretched hand and tested, “What is it?”

Ling Yu’s first thought wasn’t that Gu Qing wanted to hold her hand, but rather…

Did Gu Qing want to slap her?

Thinking about this, Ling Yu felt a moment of distress. She wasn’t here to fight tonight.

If she couldn’t maintain her non-violent image and ended up fighting with Gu Qing, she might not even be able to get through Gu Qing’s door tonight.

How was she going to complete the mission?

Ling Yu frowned slightly and subconsciously shrunk back, forcing an awkward smile.

This action successfully broke down Gu Qing’s defenses.

A look of self-unrecognized helplessness filled her eyes.

But thinking of Fang Jia’s words, Gu Qing squinted. She suppressed her emotions and said flatly, “Leave the clothes and you can go.”

Gu Qing wanted to show Ling Yu her best side and let her leave gracefully.

She spoke with the utmost gentleness, using up all the patience she had.

She even forced herself to suppress the anger she felt after hearing from Fang Jia in the bar that Ling Yu was a “pua girl.”

As for why she was angry, Gu Qing hadn’t figured out the reason yet.

But regardless.

No matter what Ling Yu’s motives were, Gu Qing felt that at this point, she didn’t need to waste time and continue to be entangled with the irrelevant Ling Yu.

A clean break. She ultimately didn’t want to use insults to force Ling Yu to leave.

The smell of alcohol was carried away by the cold wind. Gu Qing adjusted her expression and decided to talk nicely to Ling Yu.

However, the conversation ultimately failed.

Being so close, Gu Qing’s peripheral vision caught sight of the wrinkled coat in Ling Yu’s arms. The suppressed anger in her eyes was suddenly ignited.

The coat was covered in dust.

Ling Yu’s indifference to her was clearly evident from beginning to end.

Only at this moment did Gu Qing realize the source of her discomfort all night.

She had been fooled. She had been slowly cooked like a frog in warm water by a player with unclear motives and bad intentions, and she was almost completely cooked…

Fortunately, she managed to pull back before it was too late.

A hint of sarcasm filled Gu Qing’s eyes. She took a long, straight stride to Ling Yu’s side and, without asking, pulled the coat from Ling Yu’s elbow.

Then, under Ling Yu’s watchful gaze, she crumpled the coat into a ball and threw it into the trash can with a “thud.”

“What are you doing?” Ling Yu was so angry that she couldn’t even maintain her superficial smile.

Gu Qing glanced at Ling Yu with disdain and said sharply, “If you had an ounce of self-respect, you wouldn’t have come here tonight.”

Gu Qing then lightly hooked her finger under Ling Yu’s black camisole: “What’s the point of dressing like this? Do you think I’m attracted to you?”

Her tone was extremely frivolous, and the way she looked at Ling Yu was like looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Her beautiful, cold face was filled with blatant contempt.

Ling Yu felt offended.

Was sacrificing her dignity for survival considered having no self-respect?

That night, you seemed to enjoy it very much. Otherwise, why did you come back again and again?

A wave of frustration washed over Ling Yu’s eyes. The rebelliousness in her heart was ignited.

She smiled, gave a light “oh,” and feigned a casual movement, brushing past Gu Qing’s body.

“I think you’re quite attracted to me.”

After saying that, Ling Yu quickly wrapped her arms around Gu Qing’s neck. She suddenly turned sideways, bent her knee, and lunged at Gu Qing in an aggressive stance, pinning her against the iron gate.

Gu Qing’s ice-blue eyes were ablaze with fire, flickering like eerie flames in the dark night.

Ling Yu didn’t feel any danger. She stroked the woman’s thick eyelashes. Her other hand traced a path down the curve of the woman’s buttock.

Gu Qing’s body instantly stiffened. Infuriated by Ling Yu’s shameless teasing, the killing intent in her ice-blue eyes became apparent.

She laughed instead of getting angry. She grabbed Ling Yu’s throat, pressing her fingers against her neck, quickly leaving a bright red fingernail mark on Ling Yu’s fair skin.

The pain in her neck made Ling Yu grit her teeth. She met Gu Qing’s gaze without flinching.

As Gu Qing’s grip tightened, Ling Yu suddenly gave her a provocative smile.

She increased the force in her hands, forcibly pulled Gu Qing’s head down, brought her face close, and quickly and accurately bit the woman’s pale lips.

Gu Qing’s body smelled like a cold, snow-soaked lotus.

And Ling Yu’s lips were sweet, like a milk candy.

The mixture was like both of them had just eaten a chilled candy. It was neither too sweet nor too cold.

Their teeth grinded against each other. Ling Yu heard Gu Qing let out a muffled groan.

Taking advantage of the verbally abusive woman’s momentary distraction, Ling Yu bit down until Gu Qing’s lips bled.

But in the next second, she didn’t get off easily either.

Gu Qing was furious. She grabbed the collar of Ling Yu’s low-cut sweater and lifted her whole body. The action was the exact same as when she threw the coat, tossing her out like trash.

Fortunately, her raised arm retracted slightly in mid-air.

Ling Yu’s toes touched the ground. She staggered a couple of steps and barely managed to stand firm.

Gu Qing didn’t even look at her. She walked to the door without turning back, took the key out of her coat pocket, opened the door, and closed it.

She hadn’t spared her a single glance from beginning to end.

Ling Yu laughed in anger. She had never been driven away with such humiliation in her life.

The angrier she got, the wider the curve of Ling Yu’s lips stretched.

She put her hands in her pockets, lifted her eyelids, and the smile in her eyes was fleeting.

Behind her was the endless night. She stood in the shadow, where an invisible large hand seemed to suddenly reach out and gather her dignity.

Ling Yu suddenly spoke, calling out: “Gu Qing.”

Gu Qing didn’t turn back. Half of her back was hidden in the darkness.

“I don’t know why you’re so hostile toward me?”

Ling Yu’s voice was laced with self-mockery: “I don’t think I’ve ever done anything to force or hurt you. But you tried to kill me just now, didn’t you?”

Ling Yu’s voice was very soft, like a whisper in her ear.

Gu Qing paused, standing still, offering no response. She treated herself like an emotionless machine, listening to Ling Yu’s final, desperate attempt.

Seeing Gu Qing remain still, a hint of disappointment finally flashed across Ling Yu’s face.

She had been too self-confident.

Gu Qing didn’t just dislike her; she was extremely repulsed by her presence.

Even when they were together, the other person constantly conveyed that she couldn’t stand it.

Ling Yu really wanted to live. She had even thought about offering herself up as compensation tonight. She would do anything.

But it was useless.

Forcing Gu Qing, aggressively getting intimate—what difference was there between her behavior and a rapist like Jiang Wei?

Ling Yu gave up.

Her foxy eyes curved. She looked at the woman’s high and mighty back in the distance and scoffed, “Who do you think I am? I’m not as despicable as you think. It’s just that…”

In the night, Ling Yu’s voice cut through the wind and snow. Perhaps because she decided not to continue the mission, her tone carried a genuine sense of relief.

“Forget it. I won’t bother you anymore…” She stared at Gu Qing’s back and said goodbye in a casual tone: “See you later, Gu Qing.”

Gu Qing’s slender, straight legs instinctively tensed. The dim yellow light shone on her smooth, silk-like back, casting countless broken shadows. For a moment, the light shifted, and the woman’s straight back seemed to be hunched over slightly.

The air in the dark night was thick and suffocating.

Gu Qing felt it hard to breathe and unconsciously reached for her cigarette box.

Suddenly, a long, urgent phone call interrupted her attempt to light a cigarette.

Gu Qing curled her fingers and took out her phone from her pocket.

“Lawyer Gu! I’m Li Juan.”

“Do you want to hear Young Master Jiang’s voice?”

“Animal, say hello to your partner.”

…

“I’m on the rooftop of Kaihe Law Firm. I hope you can get here in half an hour.”

In the noisy phone call, a sudden, sharp wail pierced her eardrums.

Jiang Wei: “Save me!”

…

Gu Qing held the phone and turned her head. Her gaze met Ling Yu’s questioning eyes in the air.