NOVEL NEXT Chapter 30 - Liking It Passive
Gu Yanran stared at Lin Qingyue’s blank face, then at Su Yu’s hint of apology. That faint guilt stung her eyes like a slap.
Deceit, mockery, toying with her…
So you’re just like them—no different!!
Something shattered inside her. A dark, formless thing spread, swallowing her heart whole.
“You stole my man today, and I can’t fight back. But one day—one day…”
Gu Yanran lifted her head. “I’ll make you regret it!”
Su Yu’s breath hitched. That vow wasn’t just for Lin Qingyue—that fleeting glance his way sent a shiver through him.
But… probably his imagination, right?
“You’re letting her go? Are you kidding?!” Seeing Gu Yanran limp off, Lin Fengyao freaked, clutching her swollen face as she rushed over.
Lin Qingyue gave her a cool glance. “If you wanna stop her, I won’t.”
Lin Fengyao clammed up. She hadn’t known before, fine—but after seeing Gu Yanran’s strength, she wasn’t dumb enough to poke that bear.
Still, with Gu Yanran beat to hell, this golden chance slipping away…
Su Yu caught Lin Fengyao’s bitter scowl, a growing sense of déjà vu nagging him.
Back when Lin Qingyue nearly killed Gu Yanran, it’d felt oddly familiar.
Like… he’d seen it somewhere. A classic web novel plot…
Wait—plot!!
Protagonist gets jilted, swears vengeance on the villain.
He’s the heroine, Lin Qingyue’s the villain, Lin Fengyao’s a sidekick, and Gu Yanran’s the lead.
A farm girl with freak talent, snagging immortal luck. She’d hit bumps, sure, but bounce back stronger, leveling up until…
“No way!”
Su Yu shook his head, telling himself to chill. Reality wasn’t fiction—pure nonsense.
Yet, even with that pep talk, his unease didn’t budge.
Did he just miss out on a jackpot?
Good thing Gu Yanran didn’t yell “thirty years east, thirty years west,” or he’d be losing sleep for real.
…
The wedding fiasco wrapped up, and the vows went off without a hitch. Hours later, Su Yu boarded a flying boat to Tianyu City. By arrival, night was falling.
Busy from dawn to dusk—perfectly timed, everything just right.
Night brought a chill, but the Lin estate, shielded by immortal arrays, bloomed with spring warmth, no trace of cold.
Red petals danced with candlelight, a faint floral scent wafting through.
Su Yu sat on the bed, nerves jangling.
Wedding night—candlelit bliss. What was he supposed to do?
As he fidgeted, a maid pushed the door open. She gawked at him, stunned, then shoved a thin book into his hands.
He flipped it open, and his face flamed red.
He’d binged plenty of spicy manga in his past life—this was tame by comparison. But that was all theory; now it was…
Su Yu took a deep breath. Bedroom stuff? Pure book smarts. He was a blank slate, zero experience.
Skimming it, nothing new—same old tricks. He set it aside just as the door creaked again. No long wait—Lin Qingyue arrived.
She’d ditched the phoenix crown and robe for something light.
Pale skin shimmered in the candlelight, a silver hairpin taming her long hair. A short white gauze skirt bared her slim, endless legs.
Those full, sleek legs glowed with a faint pink sheen. Anyone glancing over would blink at that dazzling white expanse.
Knowing her outfit was skimpy, Lin Qingyue blushed, shy and impossibly alluring.
Silence spoke louder than words. They shared the nuptial wine, and with her help, Su Yu shed his bulky wedding gear.
On this rare night, next came sharing a bed—facing his new wife, bold, open, no holding back…
Nope—couldn’t do it!!
Su Yu had the itch but not the guts. He knew what came next, what he should do—but couldn’t make a move.
Lin Qingyue giggled, slipping off her shoes and socks, revealing snowy toes.
Maybe from walking, those plump toes glistened like pearls, a thin sweat sheen catching the light in a fleshy glow.
Su Yu’s breath thickened, blood rushing.
Her feet were perfect—soft, chubby.
Huh? Her ankle looked swollen—battle strain? He should rub it for her.
Wait!
What was he thinking!!
He bit his tongue, snapping back to sanity.
What was that? His thoughts?
Right—it’s primal instinct, not lust. Totally!
Still, his eyes kept sneaking peeks.
Catching his adorable fluster, Lin Qingyue smiled, taking his hand with tender warmth. “I knew my husband’s looks could topple cities, but I didn’t expect such a shy streak.”
In the gauzy canopy, Su Yu’s cheeks burned, face blooming, head nearly buried in his chest.
Lin Qingyue’s dark hair flowed like clouds, her smile soft. “I’d love to stay alone with you forever, but a spring night’s worth a fortune. Are you just gonna sit there, doing nothing?”
Her tone turned suggestive, words laced with intent.
Catching her drift, a tempting flush spread over Su Yu’s pretty face.
Lin Qingyue’s heart skipped. Every cool仙子 hid a fiery core—unlit till the right one came along.
A heaven’s darling, she was aloof to all, sparing few words—except with him, where she melted.
“Can we?” she whispered.
Can what? What can?
“Uh… um… I…”
Snapping to it, Su Yu panicked. Sure, it was inevitable, but the shame—he couldn’t say it!
Not refusing, not agreeing—he realized he liked it passive.