After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Alpha, I Marked the Crazy Hotshot – Chapter 83
by Little PandaChasing You Again
It was seven o’clock in the evening in Jiangcheng.
The restaurant was European in style, its luxurious atmosphere steeped in champagne tones. Along the wall, floor-to-ceiling windows, each a separate pane of glass, stood between the diners and the gloomy, cold weather outside.
Qin Yufu said, “Hey, this tastes pretty good. It’s not too sweet, but the texture is excellent. Aren’t you going to try it?”
Cheng Jiqing lowered her gaze to the cake decorated with peach blossoms, her thoughts elsewhere.
That cunning cat wouldn’t send a cake over for no reason. A moment’s thought made it all crystal clear.
Before they broke up, a similar situation had occurred. The other person wasn’t Qin Yufu, but a crew member she’d met on set.
That day, she had gone to see Bai Xin, only to be stood up.
She was in a foul mood, and when she happened to run into the crew member nearby, they had a cup of tea together.
Who would have thought that Bai Xin, who was out on business, would see them?
Aside from being prone to overthinking, Bai Xin was especially possessive when it came to her.
Most of the time she gave her the cold shoulder or threw a tantrum, it was over things like this.
Bai Xin had postponed her work, walked in, and sat right down beside her. Her face betrayed no coldness—she was even smiling—but beneath the table, her hand landed directly on Cheng Jiqing’s thigh.
It was a rare occasion for her to wear a short skirt, and Bai Xin’s hand just squeezed her there.
On the surface, she remained calm and composed, but as soon as the other person left, Bai Xin pulled her into the car, and then…
“Isn’t President Bai busy? Why are you here?”
Bai Xin’s breath was heavy as she pressed down on her, grabbing her hands and pinning them behind her back. “I am busy. But you haven’t been idle, have you?”
So it was her fault?
She deliberately provoked her. “I can’t help it. I have to find something to pass the time. Is having a cup of tea not allowed?”
“Passing the time means chatting and laughing merrily with another woman?”
“Miss Bai, you were the one who stood me up.”
Bai Xin ignored her, her anger palpable. Yet, her slightly annoyed eyes were tinged with a seductive allure as she kissed the tip of Cheng Jiqing’s ear. “Then I won’t go. Today… you can pass your time on me.”
That was in the summer. The scorching sun streamed through the window, illuminating the fine beads of sweat on their cheeks. Alongside their suppressed, heavy breaths, there was the chirping of cicadas.
…
Cheng Jiqing’s memory came to an abrupt halt. Compared to back then, Bai Xin had changed a lot.
Yet, her intentions were still transparent.
The cake, the text message—they both made it impossible for her to finish this meal with an undisturbed mind.
It was just after seven when they finished dinner.
The cake in front of Cheng Jiqing remained untouched.
She had been tempted a few times, but she had suppressed the urge.
As they were leaving, the waitress who had delivered the cake asked, “Would you like me to pack this up for you?”
After a brief silence, Cheng Jiqing replied politely, “No, thank you.”
She knew taking it would only throw her heart into chaos. Why bring that suffering upon herself?
Qin Yufu’s hotel was in the opposite direction from Cheng Jiqing’s, so the two said their goodbyes at the restaurant entrance.
From inside her car, Qin Yufu rolled down the window and called out to Cheng Jiqing, “If you’re ever unhappy about anything in the future, you can talk to me.”
“Okay. Be careful on the road,” Cheng Jiqing nodded.
On the way back to the hotel, Cheng Jiqing’s thoughts drifted. It felt as if she was thinking about nothing, and yet, everything at once.
She reached her room, took a shower, and lay down on the bed.
The day’s travel had left her mentally and physically exhausted.
She had thought she would fall asleep as soon as she lay down, but an unknown amount of time passed. When she checked her phone again, it was almost midnight.
Cheng Jiqing tried to close her eyes for a while longer. After a moment, she let out a heavy sigh, sat up in bed as if giving up.
She glanced at the packaged cake on the table.1
Then she threw on a jacket, pulled the balcony curtains halfway open, and gazed out at the distant high-rises. The orange-gold lights shimmered, dimmed by the late hour, their glow soft and not at all harsh.
It looked like a giant firefly.
She didn’t know how long she stood there before the faint chime of a clock tower sounded from outside.
Midnight had arrived.
It was a new day.
Happy birthday.
Cheng Jiqing drew the curtains closed and went back to bed.
The next morning, Cheng Jiqing sent a message to Li Yunlan, saying she was willing to participate in that travel variety show.
《Let’s Go Together》2 was a reality show. All contracted participants had to sign a non-disclosure agreement and could not reveal their identities before the broadcast.
Based on previous seasons, the show’s guests included both celebrities and amateurs.
It was known for its slow-paced, light-living style.
It was highly popular among contemporary young people.
The most controversial part was the previous season, when two celebrities ended up on the hot search for arguing during a live broadcast. However, because of this conflict, both the show and the celebrities gained significant traffic.
She figured it was a way to work, get exposure, and take her mind off things.
The filming was scheduled for mid-February.
Until then, Cheng Jiqing had two supporting roles to film, as well as roadshows and promotions for 《Cats and Mint》 to attend.
It wasn’t a lot of work, but handling it all alone without a team was still manageable.
After terminating her contract with Yixin, several agents had wanted to talk to her, but she had politely declined them all.
She planned to open her own studio and had already asked Yuan Sheng to start looking for people.
That way, she could hire them directly when she needed them.
On the day Cheng Jiqing returned to Beicheng after the roadshow, it was minus ten degrees Celsius. A thin layer of sunlight fell, and the roads were covered in ice.
Traffic was slow.
Instead of going anywhere else, Cheng Jiqing went straight to the hospital. Between her recent travels and being busy, the weekly blood draws she was supposed to have had been unavoidably delayed.
Today was the rescheduled appointment.
Tang Jia had a headache over Cheng Jiqing’s insistence on the blood draws. Although, as a medical professional, she also hoped the medicine could be developed…
She still felt guilty for betraying the sincerity Cheng Jiqing had shown her.
On the other hand, Bai Xin didn’t want Cheng Jiqing to give blood either.
But Cheng Jiqing was adamant. Whenever the topic came up, she became exceptionally cold, leaving no room for negotiation.
If Tang Jia didn’t do it, Cheng Jiqing would find someone else—though Tang Jia knew this was just an angry threat. Cheng Jiqing would never let Bai Xin’s identity be known to outsiders.
But it also demonstrated Cheng Jiqing’s resolve.
Fearing another mistake with the blood draw or another nurse selling information, Tang Jia handled it herself to ensure absolute confidentiality.
In the medical lab.
Tang Jia pulled out the needle. “Have you been okay lately?”
Cheng Jiqing pressed down on the injection site, giving a faint “En.”
From Tang Jia’s perspective, even Bai Xin had her reasons, so Tang Jia wasn’t entirely at fault. Cheng Jiqing actually understood that.
It was just the same principle as before.
She had once considered Tang Jia a friend, and her heart couldn’t get over it yet. That was all.
“I know you won’t forgive me so easily, whether it’s me or Bai Xin…” Tang Jia tossed the disposable gloves into the trash bin and said earnestly, “But I genuinely want to apologize to you.”
Cheng Jiqing said, “Maybe one day I’ll be able to let it go completely. When that day comes, I’ll accept it.”
This was the real Cheng Jiqing. Even her rejections were incredibly sincere.
Tang Jia said, “I hope everything goes smoothly for you. If you need anything, call me anytime.”
Cheng Jiqing nodded and stood up.
“Bai Xin… will be here in a little while.”
“Okay.”
Cheng Jiqing didn’t linger.
Only after she left the room did Cheng Jiqing’s steps slow. The scent of disinfectant filled her nostrils. Her phone vibrated, snapping her back to reality.
It was a call from Cheng Jing.
After she and Bai Xin separated, Cheng Jing had called her twice. One she missed, and the other was when she was at that grandmother’s house in the countryside.
They hadn’t talked much, she had just asked if she was doing well.
At the time, she was holding that yellow cat, her mood was decent, and she had temporarily distanced herself from Beicheng, mistakenly believing that everything was becoming a thing of the past.
She had said she was doing very well.
After that, Cheng Jing contacted her even less.
Occasionally, when she was on the hot search or dealing with negative press, Cheng Jing would ask if she needed anything.
The Cheng Jing who had been so sharp and filled with a desire to control and restrain her at their first meeting seemed to have never existed. After she had a showdown with her, Cheng Jing had changed a lot.
Cheng Jiqing often found herself marveling at how many people and things had changed since she came to this ABO world, including herself.
Cheng Jiqing answered the phone.
She couldn’t forgive her on behalf of the original owner of this body, but in her eyes, Cheng Jing wasn’t irredeemably evil.
“Hello?”
“Am I disturbing you?”
“No. Is something wrong?”
“Are you free in the next few days?” Cheng Jing said. “There’s something important, regarding the company… I need to tell you in person. It will only take about half an hour, not too long.”
She doesn’t even have shares in the company anymore. What important matter could possibly involve her?
After a moment of thought, Cheng Jiqing replied, “Alright.”
She was still on the phone as she walked out of the elevator. The moment she stepped out, her gaze suddenly froze on the figure ahead.
Bai Xin stood there, dressed in a camel-colored coat, her hair tied up, as graceful as a lily. She was holding a paper bag.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she averted her gaze.
She didn’t stop walking. Though they were approaching each other head-on, her eyes did not fall on Bai Xin again.
Just as they were about to pass each other, her wrist was suddenly seized, forcing her to a halt.
The sweet fragrance of lilies cut through the scent of disinfectant in the air.
Bai Xin’s fingers were cold. As they touched her warm skin, a craving gradually welled up, and she squeezed without realizing it. “You won’t even say a single word to me?”
The woman’s voice was soft, her eyes filled with a seeming melancholy and grievance, which only made them look more bewitching.
Cheng Jiqing easily pulled her hand away. “What is there to say?”
Bai Xin bit her lip, her eyes dark and hollow. “Chengcheng, don’t come for blood draws anymore.”
“I will.”
“I won’t use it.” Bai Xin looked up at Cheng Jiqing. “Even if the medicine is developed, I will not use it.”
Hearing this, Cheng Jiqing’s gaze slowly fell upon her. “But isn’t this what you wanted?” she said, her tone much colder than before. One could hear the underlying anger if they listened closely.
Bai Xin said in a low voice, “I don’t want it anymore, Cheng Jiqing. Right now, besides you, I don’t want anything.”
The ground floor was bustling with people. It wasn’t noisy, but there was a constant murmur of sound.
For a moment, Cheng Jiqing’s mind went blank. She steeled her heart and said, “It’s too late.”
Bai Xin’s expression darkened, then she curved her lips into a self-deprecating smile. “What should I do? I even like the way you look when you’re being cruel.”
“…”
Cheng Jiqing was speechless.
In the past, if she had been this sharp, there was no way Bai Xin would have tolerated it.
Suppressing her emotions, Cheng Jiqing watched as Bai Xin said, “This is for you.”
Bai Xin took a cup out of the paper bag. “Warm orange juice. I squeezed it myself this morning.”
It was a pink thermos cup, decorated with a drawing of peach blossoms.
Bai Xin’s slender, fair fingers held the cup. They were long and beautiful, pale and supple.
She wasn’t angry about what Cheng Jiqing had just said. Instead, her tone was gentle. Any outsider witnessing this scene would surely praise her in their heart, thinking what a virtuous and capable woman she was.
Cheng Jiqing looked up, giving Bai Xin an inexplicable glance. She felt she should probably remind her that they were, in fact, broken up.
As she got closer, Cheng Jiqing noticed that Bai Xin had used the silver lily hairpin she had given her to tie up her hair.
“Bai Xin, you don’t have to do this.”
Her words came out a bit too fast. Only Cheng Jiqing herself knew that this impatience wasn’t directed at Bai Xin, but at herself.
After saying this, she didn’t linger. Without even waiting for Bai Xin’s response, she strode away.
Bai Xin watched Cheng Jiqing’s retreating back from behind, her gaze distant. She didn’t chase after her, just stood there in silence for a while.
It’s okay. Just as she had once told Bai Zhaoliang, people have to pay the price for their mistakes.
Cheng Jiqing’s figure had completely disappeared from sight.
Only then did Bai Xin retract her gaze.
She took out the thermos, took a sip. It was a little sour for her, but it was the flavor Cheng Jiqing liked.
Nanjing.
Ever since she last met Bai Xin in Nanjing, she hadn’t returned. Even when she came back to Beicheng, she mostly stayed in hotels or other places.
She didn’t see this avoidance as an escape, but as a form of self-preservation at the time. To knowingly face a scene that would stir up old feelings was just asking for pain.
A month had passed since then.
She had only asked a cleaning lady to come by in the interim for routine tidying.
The door opened.
It had been raining and snowing two days prior, so the windows were all shut. The air in the apartment carried a faint, stale scent.
Cheng Jiqing opened the shoe cabinet. Only her slippers remained; Bai Xin’s were gone.
She quickly changed her shoes and headed inside with her luggage.
Before she even went in, she saw several sticky notes held down by a glass cup on the kitchen island.
She walked over.
‘The oranges in the fridge were just bought this morning. I tasted them, they’re the flavor you like.’
‘Soda water is too cold, you should drink less of it. I bought you some black tea, your favorite Lapsang Souchong. It’s where the tea used to be.’
‘I picked out the roses one by one. I took the lilies with me, I was afraid you’d be annoyed to see them.’
‘Will you like the new sofa cover I bought? When I bought it, I thought the color would really suit your skin. You’ll definitely look beautiful holding me on it.’
“…”
Cheng Jiqing read them, word by word. When she got to the last one, she felt a mixture of amusement and heartache.
The handwriting was neat, the strokes sharp, yet the overall script was beautiful and imbued with a gentle strength.
The writing was just like the person.
Bai Xin wasn’t the type to write sticky notes.
But the thought of Bai Xin sitting at the table, writing these out stroke by stroke, stirred up a different kind of emotion.
They looked to be about a month old, perhaps left shortly after she moved out.
The oranges in the fridge had been cleared out by the cleaning lady, and there were no roses on the table. All that remained was the aqua blue sofa cover and the box of Lapsang Souchong.
These notes must have been stuck to the fridge or a cabinet, and after losing their stickiness over time, they fell off and were carefully collected by the cleaning lady.
Cheng Jiqing let out a slow, turbid breath and put the notes away.
She picked up her luggage again and walked into the room. After putting her things down, she saw another note on the table.
‘Chengcheng, I’m sorry.’
The yellow paper crinkled under her fingertips. In an instant, she heard the sound of the door closing on the day she left.
And the three words Bai Xin had cried out.
She put the paper down and shook her head, as if trying to banish the thought from her mind.
Cheng Jiqing decided to take a shower first to clear her head.
She pulled open the underwear drawer beneath the wardrobe.
“…”
Cheng Jiqing’s expression froze slightly. Bai Xin had taken everything with her—not a single piece of her clothing was left in the closet, and she’d even taken the lilies, saying she was afraid they would annoy her?
But her dozen or so pairs of underwear were left here, safe and sound?
Pink, white, light blue, pale purple…
Cheng Jiqing bit her lip and tugged at her scarf. A restlessness stirred in her heart. Was this really not on purpose?
That night.
Cheng Jiqing had insomnia.
The curtains were completely drawn. She opened her eyes and stared at the gray-white ceiling, then turned over. The sheets and duvet cover had been changed to clean ones, but she could always smell that faint fragrance of lilies.
That night.
Cheng Jiqing had a dream.
The long-unseen little cat was in her arms, transforming into a human form, but this time it kept its tail.
She had been without “meat” for a long time. The cat tail behind the fair-skinned thighs wrapped around her, brushing lightly against her lower back, making her unbearably itchy.
Hot breath was at her ear, calling her name over and over again.
Calling out, like a cat in heat3.
She didn’t know where the anger came from, nor when a cat teaser had appeared in her hand. With one hand, she tugged on the cat’s tail, and with the other, she traced the teaser in front of the human-like figure.
From time to time, she would give its behind a couple of smacks.
She didn’t know if she used any force.
In any case, she tormented the little cat until it was both crying and begging.
…
It was just after four in the morning.
Bai Xin sat up in bed, her breathing uneven. A pair of translucent pink panties lay discarded to the side. Her lips were overly dry, and her throat moved.
She took a moment to recover before sitting up completely.
She took the soiled item to the bathroom.
After Cheng Jiqing left, she had returned to her old solitary life, but it was worse than before. The need was not just physical, but psychological.
Just thinking about Cheng Jiqing was enough to easily spark a desire in her.
During one of her heats, she had even used four inhibitors at once.
The physical tremors stopped, but the psychological ones didn’t.
She missed Cheng Jiqing.
Not just her body.
She never knew that loving someone could produce such intense emotions, nor that loving someone could make you so cautious, as if walking on thin ice.
And yet, she endured it gladly.
Bai Xin gazed at her own flushed face in the mirror, the blush yet to fade. She was certain that Cheng Jiqing still had feelings for her, but she could no longer be like she was before.
Little tricks and schemes could make Cheng Jiqing pay attention.
But they couldn’t bring Cheng Jiqing back to her side.
Just as Tong Yanxi had said, the most important thing in winning someone back isn’t thinking, but acting.
And when it came to Cheng Jiqing, the most important thing was nothing more than a sincere heart.
Unfortunately, she had understood this a little too late.
By the time she realized it, the enemy was already at the gates, and she was out of options. Now that the city walls had been breached, she could only rely on a sincere heart and all she had to win her back.
She turned on the faucet, washing away the sticky residue of her thoughts.
Maybe I’ll be clumsy, but I will learn.
Cheng Jiqing had a supporting role to film in a few days and planned to review the script at home for the next couple of days.
After a sleepless night, Cheng Jiqing had deliberately put her phone on silent and slept until past ten in the morning.
When she woke up, there was a message from the property management.
It said someone had delivered something for her and asked when would be a convenient time to bring it upstairs.
Thinking it was something she had ordered online a few days ago, Cheng Jiqing told them to come up.
Not two minutes later.
The doorbell rang. Cheng Jiqing opened the door and was met with a bouquet of bright red roses that seared her eyes.
“…What’s this?”
The property manager said, “A young lady dropped this off at the guardhouse this morning. And this too.”
It was an insulated bag.
Cheng Jiqing fell silent for a moment. The people she could think of were Cheng Jing, the troublemaker Song Ling, and…
Cheng Jiqing took the items; they were quite heavy.
The door closed, and Cheng Jiqing placed the flowers on the kitchen island.
The vibrant color contrasted with the muted tones of the room. For a split second, Cheng Jiqing’s eyes lit up, though she herself didn’t notice.
From the bag, Cheng Jiqing took out a thermos.
On top of the container, a light yellow sticky note read: ‘Just have one sip, okay?’
“…”
There was really no need to guess who it was from.
Cheng Jiqing unscrewed the lid. A rich aroma wafted out. The grease had been skimmed off, leaving only a clear and refreshing chicken soup.
It was still steaming hot.
Cheng Jiqing looked at the bouquet of roses again and fell silent for a moment.
She took out her phone and scrolled to Bai Xin’s profile picture.
She thought about it, then decided against it.
There was no name on it anyway. I’ll just pretend I don’t know.
As for the chicken soup.
She couldn’t just pour it out; that would be too wasteful. She got a small bowl, poured a little in, and then sent a message to the property manager.
【Don’t accept any more deliveries next time.】
Cheng Jiqing and the bowl of chicken soup stared at each other for a moment. She picked it up and took a sip.
When they were together, Bai Xin was always busy with work and rarely had time for slow-cooked, elaborate things like this. The chicken soup was savory and refreshing.
The single bowl of soup whetted her morning appetite.
If the property management refuses twice, Bai Xin, with her personality, probably won’t send anything again.
Cheng Jiqing thought this incident would just be a minor interlude.
A few days later, she joined the film set. It was a workplace drama, and her role wasn’t large—she played a cool, capable superior4 who supported the female lead in the office.
It wasn’t a difficult role for her.
The filming time was short, and she usually got her scenes in one take.
Everything else was fine, but the one issue was the food on set. She had a historical drama in ten days, and period costumes were extremely demanding when it came to a slim on-screen appearance. She needed to control her fat intake.
The disadvantage of not having an assistant became apparent.
There was no one to help her order food, and even if she ordered it herself, she couldn’t trouble others to keep fetching takeout for her. Food she prepared in the morning wouldn’t be fresh by the time she could eat it.
That day, filming wrapped up after midnight again.
Cheng Jiqing thought to herself that she should hire an assistant tomorrow. She didn’t need one normally, but having help on set would be good. Why was she making herself suffer like this?
She sat in her chair, the crew’s boxed meal on the table in front of her, already a bit cold.
“Miss Cheng.”
A voice called out from not far away. “You’re finally done. You must have worked so hard. Are you starving?”
Cheng Jiqing looked at the person in confusion. It was a woman in her forties with a friendly face. “And you are?” she asked.
The woman walked over, carrying two bags. “I’m here to bring you lunch. It’s a good thing it’s in a thermos.”
She placed a thermos on the table.
“And this is a salad.”
Cheng Jiqing looked at the items on the table.
She asked, already knowing the answer, “Who sent you?”
Even her few fans knew she had joined this cast, let alone someone with Bai Xin’s resources.
The woman said, “She said you would definitely know. I’m only responsible for delivering the items and helping you clean up.”
“Take it back with you.”
“But I’ve already brought it all this way. You could at least have a taste. The vegetables for the salad were just bought this morning.”
Cheng Jiqing paused. “How do you know?”
“Miss Bai doesn’t really know how to make soup, so she asked me to teach her. We went to pick out the ingredients at six this morning,” the woman said, biting her lip.
A cold wind blew from all directions. Cheng Jiqing couldn’t quite describe her current mood. She noticed the woman’s nervousness and asked, “What’s wrong?”
The woman said, “Miss Bai told me not to talk too much. I’m sorry…”
That Miss Bai was indeed a difficult person to get along with, but when learning to make soup and choosing ingredients, she was exceptionally serious. Knowing it was for someone else, it was either a pursuit or an attempt at reconciliation.
Woman to woman, she couldn’t help but want to lend a hand.
Cheng Jiqing asked, “What did she say?”
Seeing no reaction from her, the woman continued, “She said she was afraid if I said too much, you would think she was intentionally having me say it to you.”
Cheng Jiqing was at a loss for words.
The old Bai Xin was never this cautious, let alone willing to spend time on things like this.
Cheng Jiqing didn’t accept the food. She told the woman to take it back.
Likely not daring to make the decision herself, the woman made a phone call. Soon, she turned around. “Miss Cheng, then could you please tell Miss Bai yourself?”
Cheng Jiqing took the phone without a word.
But the person on the other end seemed to sense she had taken it.
“That soup simmered for a very long time.”
Cheng Jiqing’s fingertips twitched. She kept her voice calm. “Not necessary.”
Bai Xin said, “I was worried you were too tired. It’s a tonic, the auntie said it’s very nourishing.”
“…”
Did her 23-year-old body need a tonic?
Bai Xin paused, then added, “It’s just an ordinary tonic.”
“Don’t send any more in the future,” Cheng Jiqing said.
After hanging up, Cheng Jiqing felt the wind whistle past, and her ears were still ringing with the sound of Bai Xin’s voice.
Although her part wasn’t large, Cheng Jiqing had a lot of waiting time.
She was there until after six in the evening.
On an evening at the end of January, the temperature had already dropped to over ten degrees below zero. The biting wind was impossible to escape.
A light snow began to fall again.
It came down in flurries, like shaken salt, stinging her skin.
She threw on a knee-length down jacket and walked out, her breath forming clouds in the bleak air.
Her car was parked in the lot across the street from the studio, requiring her to cross the road.
As soon as she stepped out, the headlights of a black car at the entrance suddenly flashed on, the bright yellow light making her squint.
Then, the hazard lights blinked.
The driver’s side door opened.
Bai Xin got out of the car, dressed in a white coat. A bone-chilling gust of wind blew past. She wasn’t wearing a scarf, and the wind whipped snow straight into her collar, making her instantly shrink back.
Her captivating eyes looked at Cheng Jiqing. “I’ll give you a ride.”
Mist escaped from her pink, parted lips, and in an instant, her small face and the tip of her nose turned red from the cold.
Cheng Jiqing didn’t answer right away. She looked at Bai Xin for a few seconds before saying, “Go back.”
She walked past the car, heading straight forward.
Bai Xin took two steps and stood in front of Cheng Jiqing, but Cheng Jiqing gave her no time to stop, reaching out to grab her arm and pull her one step to the side.
The paving stones on the ground were uneven, and Bai Xin’s foot slipped, causing her to stumble.
Cheng Jiqing’s heart leaped. On reflex, she grabbed her again and helped her stand steady.
Her eyes darkened. “Bai Xin, what on earth are you trying to do?”
Cheng Jiqing’s words were tinged with an inexplicable frustration. Without much thought, her tone had unconsciously grown heavy.
Bai Xin was wearing flat shoes and had to look up at her. She was only wearing a coat and was already trembling after just a minute or two.
Whether from the cold or something else, the corners of her eyes turned red. “Cheng Jiqing, don’t be so fierce…”
“…” Cheng Jiqing stared into those eyes—aggrieved, yet alluring. It only made her feel more agitated.
She averted her gaze, her tone finally losing its edge. “We’ve already broken up.”
Bai Xin looked at Cheng Jiqing, her eyes filled with a seductive charm, but her expression was serious. “What if I said… I want to chase you all over again?”
Footnotes
- Author’s Error: The text previously stated Cheng Jiqing explicitly refused to have the cake packed up. This appears to be a continuity error by the author, as there’s no mention of her changing her mind.
- 《一起出發吧》| Yīqǐ Chūfā ba
- 叫春 | jiào chūn | Lit. “to call out the spring.” A term for the sound an animal, typically a cat, makes when it is in heat.
- 禦姐型上司 | yùjiě xíng shàngsi | The term “御姐 (yùjiě)” is a popular archetype in East Asian pop culture, borrowed from Japanese. It refers to a mature, elegant, cool, and capable older-sister type character, who is often confident and sophisticated. “Cool, capable superior” is a fitting description of this archetype in a workplace context.
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