“Sister, is that woman really that important to you?”
A pale hand reached out and gripped Yan Yu’s chin.
“Before, your heart and eyes were always on that person. Toward me, you were always distant with a layer of coldness. No matter how much I envied or longed for it, I could only stay quietly by the side, never daring to step between you and her.”
She paused, her tone taking on a stubborn seriousness.
“But it’s different now. Since you’ve already chosen to let down your guard against me and be so gentle, I can no longer ignore your affairs…”
“Sister, what exactly do you like about Su Qinghan?”
“What has she ever done to make you so fixated and devoted? If you just want someone to accompany and protect you, isn’t choosing me good enough? I understand you better than she does, and I care for you more!”
Yan Yu’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. She knew this was bad.
‘This intense, almost obsessive affection is nothing like Bai Yan’er in the original story, who only silently watched from the shadows and hid her jealousy.’
‘Could it be that after I transmigrated into this body, my actions deviated from the original host’s path, forcibly twisting Bai Yan’er’s feelings and making this fixation even deeper?’
But she couldn’t panic.
She always remembered her goal—at least until she completed the system tasks, she couldn’t have any unnecessary entanglements with Bai Yan’er, nor could she cause unexpected complications.
Suppressing the turmoil in her heart, Yan Yu calmed the ripples in her eyes and treated Bai Yan’er purely as a close little sister.
A gentle smile curved on her lips, without a trace of disappointment.
She slowly lowered her head, dimmed the light in her gaze, slowed her breathing, deliberately created some distance, and even forced her heartbeat to steady.
Silence was the most direct answer.
Bai Yan’er watched her, seeing that her heart was completely occupied with someone else. The last warmth in her eyes slowly sank.
“Does this mean that no matter what, you’re set on choosing her, right?”
She asked softly, her trailing voice trembling subtly.
Yan Yu still didn’t speak. She only nodded slightly, confirming her unwavering resolve.
The moment she received that answer, the air suddenly froze.
“Then I refuse to let you have your wish.”
The next second, Bai Yan’er suddenly leaned in, moving with shocking speed.
Soft, cool lips gently pressed against Yan Yu’s cheek, like a spring breeze brushing over petals—a fleeting touch gone in an instant.
The brief contact made Yan Yu’s body stiffen. Her heart skipped a violent beat, and her mind went completely blank.
‘What’s going on?’
Yan Yu’s eyes widened.
‘Is Bai Yan’er crazy?! This is not at all what I expected!’
Before she could recover, Bai Yan’er straightened back up.
She raised a bright, beautiful smile. Her tongue lightly, almost imperceptibly, licked the corner of her lips, and a gleam of determination rippled in her eyes.
“It’s fine. Since you’re so stubbornly protecting her, starting today, I’ll declare war on Su Qinghan.”
She looked at Yan Yu, whose face was flushed and eyes flustered, and smiled confidently.
“Just wait, sister. I’ll definitely take you back to my side, completely and wholeheartedly.”
That smile bloomed on her delicate features, stunning and breathtaking, making her—already the recognized school belle—utterly flawless, without a single imperfection.
But for Yan Yu, seeing that perfect smile only made her more flustered.
Her heart churned with dense panic and helplessness. Her cheek still held the lingering warmth of that gentle kiss, burning her with discomfort.
She couldn’t stay a moment longer. She only wanted to escape this out-of-control atmosphere. The words tumbled out, “I, I have to go. I need to get back. Xiao Zhen is waiting for me.”
“Xiao Zhen?” Bai Yan’er raised an eyebrow, her tone probing. “Your roommate? Also a girl?”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
Yan Yu gripped the armrests of her wheelchair, unwilling to discuss further. Her voice carried a hurried evasiveness, then she turned the wheelchair and insisted on leaving.
Bai Yan’er stood still, a faint smile on her lips. Her gaze fixed unblinkingly on Yan Yu’s hurried retreating back. The tenderness and playfulness in her eyes faded bit by bit, leaving only cold calmness.
Only when Yan Yu’s figure had completely disappeared from sight did she whisper softly, her tone laced with an unshakable fixation.
“You really are hard to deal with, sister.”
As she spoke, she took out her phone and opened the screen.
On the display lay the detailed information her secretary, Liu Wenyan, had just sent. It neatly listed all the recent projects of the Su Group, clearly outlining the capital flow, cooperation vulnerabilities, and every hidden weak point in the businesses Su Qinghan was personally managing. Every word was detailed and incisive.
Bai Yan’er looked down, flipping through the pages. Her fingertip lightly traced over the key annotations, and a confident smile slowly curled on her lips.
Against Su Qinghan, she had plenty of patience and plenty of ways.
…
Yan Yu had almost fled that corner.
The wheels of the wheelchair scraped against the smooth floor, making a hurried sound that kept time with the chaotic rhythm of her heart.
The spot of skin that had been softly touched was as if secretly branded with an invisible mark.
It carried a faint warmth—not glaring, yet impossible to ignore.
That heat spread all the way to her heart, giving rise to a ridiculous, panicked tingling sensation.
A sense of guilt.
Those three words intruded into her mind at the wrong time, piercing her heart sharply.
Her reason clearly told her that Bai Yan’er and this body had no blood relation at all.
That “sister” was just an affectionate term the other insisted on using.
Yet the feeling of being locked in by that obsessive gaze and violated by that sudden boundary-crossing act still made her deeply uncomfortable.
That was not the dependence of a little sister toward her sister.
The emotions hidden in that gaze were too scorching, the possessiveness too strong. It almost swallowed her whole.
‘I’m only here to complete the task.’
‘I’m only here to play a role.’
She repeated it in her heart, over and over, like reinforcing a defense that was about to crumble.
But Bai Yan’er’s final, determined confession and that gentle kiss were like a stone thrown into a calm lake.
The ripples it stirred refused to settle for a long time.
She had thought that as long as she firmly played the part of deeply loving Su Qinghan, she could bring all the deviated plotlines back on track.
Only now did she realize that she might have unknowingly created even more uncontrollable variables.
Frustration, unease, and a fear deep within that the plot would spiral completely out of control—all tangled together.
She had to refocus her mind on the main storyline.
She had to use Su Qinghan, that clear target, to overshadow the episode that had just rattled her.