Chapter 87 Extra Chapter: Qu Chen IF Line 4
After Ling Wei narrowly escaped disaster that night through her skillful maneuver, she kept a close eye on the news, fearing that the "Dream of Qinghe" project would be impacted or even shut down as a result.
Unexpectedly, a few days later the project team issued an official announcement stating that the competition would continue to be conducted fairly and impartially, and that protective measures for all participants had been strengthened.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But he breathed a sigh of relief too soon.
One afternoon, she was cornered by a familiar figure.
Qu Chen stood against the light, his posture upright, his eyes no longer cold as before, but burning with focus.
He handed over the phone; it was the one he had found.
"Thank you." Ling Wei took it, thanked her, and instinctively wanted to slip away.
"Wait." Qu Chen called out to her, his eyes darkening as he watched her retreat warily. Then, his gaze softened with a mixture of grievance and longing. "Could... I have your contact information, sister?"
The last "sister" was called softly and gently, with a clear and coquettish tone unique to young people, which made Ling Wei's ears tingle.
She immediately raised her guard even higher, took a half step back, and said righteously, "Well, although I'm still an ordinary person, my goal is to become an idol, and idols can't have too many private relationships with the opposite sex."
The boy opposite looked even more aggrieved. He leaned forward, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of accusation, "We...did that...sister."
His gaze swept across her lips almost imperceptibly.
Ling Wei felt her face burning from his gaze and hints, and took another step back, pressing her back against the wall.
Suddenly, alarm bells went off in her head, and she looked up, her eyes wide: "Aren't you an adult?"
The voices all changed tone.
Good heavens! She definitely doesn't want to go inside and operate a sewing machine because of something like this!
A fleeting smile crossed the boy's eyes, then he nodded obediently, his expression utterly innocent: "Mm."
Ling Wei let out a sigh of relief, then cautiously added to confirm, "I mean... around that time, you were an adult, right?" She felt her face burning after asking the question.
Qu Chen nodded again, his eyes clear: "Of course, it's legal."
Ling Wei was finally relieved, but then her headache returned.
It seems I absolutely have to get his contact information. At least I need to keep this person in check to prevent him from spreading rumors and ruining my idol career that hasn't even started yet.
She gritted her teeth and pulled up the QR code.
Qu Chen's smile deepened as he quickly scanned the QR code and sent a friend request, all in one smooth motion.
Ling Wei walked past with a dark expression, then stuffed her phone back into her pocket and turned to leave.
"Sister." Qu Chen called out to her from behind.
Ling Wei turned around.
The boy stood at the boundary between light and shadow, his expression gentle yet obsessive: "Don't worry, I will never do anything that would be detrimental to you."
He spoke each word as if it were a promise, or a declaration: "Absolutely not."
Ling Wei paused for a moment, said nothing, and quickened her pace to leave.
It was still before noon. The one in control of the body was the future Qu Chen, who was full of hope for the future but had to suppress his impulses. He looked at Ling Wei's fleeing figure and smiled helplessly.
There's no way around it.
Although he knew that at this moment, Ling Wei least wanted any interaction with him beyond that of ordinary people, if he continued to just silently guard him as before, then her gaze might never truly stay on him.
So even if she finds him strange, fickle, or even a little annoying now, it's better than him becoming an insignificant background figure in her world again.
He would rather she have feelings for him, even negative ones.
The consciousness of young Qu Chen within his body muttered: "You're such a pervert."
Although he couldn't control his body, he could vaguely sense the intense emotions surging within this person—all of which were desires and obsessions that needed to be censored even after being spoken.
This is horrible; it's practically the late stage of sexual frustration.
In a good mood, Qu Chen put his phone in his pocket: [What do you know?]
A man who has been suppressing and tormenting his loss for too long is suddenly thrown back to the age when everything had not yet begun and his beloved was still alive and vibrant... It would be strange if he didn't have some thoughts.
Young Qu Chen: [That's still perverted, calling me "sister" while wearing my body.]
Future Qu Chen: [...Just watch quietly. Don't you know what to do in the future? Then watch me pursue someone.]
Young Qu Chen retorted: "That doesn't mean being a simp is what I'm supposed to do!!"
Future Qu Chen: [Suit yourself. When I'm in control of my body, leave me alone.]
Young Qu Chen was furious: "...Why are people who possess other people's bodies so self-righteous?!"
He thought viciously to himself: "If he could fall for that girl who looks like she has a bad temper and is so good at swearing, he's a dog!!"
Once he regains control of his body, he will definitely stay far away from that girl!
Future Qu Chen sensed his thoughts and gave an ambiguous chuckle.
At the time he arrived, Ling Wei and her uncle were newly married, and the growing understanding and affection between them pierced his restless gaze.
He could only use the excuse of expanding his business to escape.
His years of following her had etched everything about Ling Wei into his very bones—her likes, habits, and even the most subtle emotional changes.
Now, time has miraculously brought her back to the forefront, which is simply the only mercy of fate.
He not only wanted to cut off any possibility of a spark between her and her uncle, but also to carefully weave a delicate and tender net that belonged only to him, luring her to fall deeper and deeper into his trap.
Even if she doesn't naturally like his type, he can mold himself into the kind of person she will eventually fall in love with.
So he warned the other soul within his body: "I don't care whether you want to live or die; if you dare to hinder my plans, I won't hesitate to drag this body down with you."
He couldn't bear the thought of Weiwei falling into someone else's arms a second time; losing her was worse than death.
Young Qu Chen: [...]
Unbelievable, this paranoid madman is him.
......
Five years later.
Five days after the top girl group "Zoothys" announced their disbandment.
The commotion subsided, but public opinion remained unresolved. Ling Wei returned from her studio.
She had just opened the door and hadn't even had time to turn on the light when a strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her inside. A warm body then covered her.
"Mmm..." The words were swallowed up in the burning kiss.
The man's kisses traveled from her lips to her chin and neck, sliding down inch by inch, his large hands already slipping under her clothes, caressing her delicate waist.
Ling Wei was breathless from the kiss, and with great difficulty, she turned her head and placed her hand on his firm, hot chest: "Wait..."
The person pressing down on her raised their head.
The neon lights of the city outside the window outlined the man's superior features. Compared to five years ago, Qu Chen had shed all his boyishness, and his features had fully matured, making him extremely handsome and aggressive.
His hair was slightly damp, as if he had just taken a shower. He was wearing loose-fitting loungewear with the neckline wide open, revealing his beautifully shaped collarbone and a small patch of chest. He exuded the same fresh scent of shower gel as her.
His eyes were deep and unfathomable, churning with desire and affection she knew all too well.
Qu Chen pulled her up a little, bringing her closer to him, then lowered his head and gently bit her earlobe, his voice hoarse: "You're back? I've made dinner, all your favorite dishes..."
He was reciting the names of the dishes while his hands were busy.
Ling Wei felt itchy and numb, and was also a little annoyed by his endless stickiness. She couldn't help but bite his shoulder.
Qu Chen stopped crying in pain, raised her head, and called out in a wronged voice, "Sister...it hurts."
Ling Wei pushed his handsome face away with her hand, sighed, and said in a serious tone, "Qu Chen, we need to talk."
The man stiffened for a moment, panicking for a second. He looked at her cautiously: "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"
Ling Wei didn't answer. She nudged him away with her elbow, bent down to change her shoes, and walked silently to the living room.
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