My Abstinent Girlfriend (30)

"Anyway, don’t even think about marrying my Chengcheng." Ming Xiaowei suddenly turned fierce.

"Huh?" Xiao Moyun was taken aback, completely unprepared for why Ming Xiaowei would bring this up.

And what did she mean by "her Chengcheng"?

As someone raised with traditional 21st-century values, Xiao Moyun couldn’t make sense of Ming Xiaowei’s words.

Ming Tianxing cleared his throat lightly.

Only then did Ming Xiaowei lower her head and sip her tea.

Hmph.

Even after finishing his meal, Xiao Moyun still hadn’t figured it out—until Ming Tianxing’s assistant picked Xiaowei up and drove them to the high-speed rail station. Once they returned to the elevator, Ming Tianxing finally explained.

"Xiaowei’s… sexual orientation is a bit problematic these days. It’s quite a big issue, honestly. She likes girls now. I originally thought about introducing her to you, but given how she is, that’s probably not happening."

It took Xiao Moyun five full minutes to process this.

So…

Ming Xiaowei had feelings for his fiancée?

No wonder she’d sounded so jealous the last time she saw him having dinner with Ji Cheng. He’d thought the restaurant kitchen had just knocked over a vat of vinegar.

On one side was the fiancée he’d been betrothed to since childhood. On the other was Ming Tianxing, who had stood by him during tough times.

This dilemma left Xiao Moyun tangled in thought for a long while.

Most importantly…

Ji Cheng hadn’t responded to his proposal in days.

Oh well. Guess there’s no hope left.

Ming Xiaowei had no idea that Ming Tianxing’s words had indirectly turned the male lead into a single man. But even if she had known, she’d only have one thing to say to Xiao Moyun.

She’d just feel bad for "giegie."

"Drink more hot water."

When Ji Cheng sent her this message, Ming Xiaowei was utterly baffled.

Who had taught Ji Cheng such a straight-guy line?

Step forward—she wanted to beat them up.

Ming Xiaowei replied with a single question mark.

Seeing her response, the corners of Ji Cheng’s lips curled up slightly.

She’d replied.

Then Ming Xiaowei remembered something—she’d forgotten to tell her father about arranging an internship for Ji Cheng at the company.

Oh well. According to Ming Tianxing’s plans, they’d meet again soon anyway.

"Auntie Zhang just told me there are a few cakes left at home." Ji Cheng carefully crafted a message laced with subtext.

"Oh? Didn’t eat any. I’m heading back today." Ming Xiaowei, oblivious to Ji Cheng’s hidden meaning, simply followed the conversation.

Ji Cheng had actually wanted to ask when Xiaowei would return.

Today was even better than she’d expected. Earlier, their advisor had dropped off some classmates’ notes and gone over recent coursework with her. Ji Cheng was really grateful.

Though it helped that their advisor was from the same major.

"What do you want to eat? I’ll ask Auntie Zhang to make it." Ji Cheng pressed further.

Ming Xiaowei: ?

Wait, wasn’t this supposed to be her line for little Chengcheng?

"Rice, sweet and sour pork—Auntie Zhang’s specialties." Just thinking about food made Ming Xiaowei’s mouth water.

Even though she’d just boarded the high-speed train.

Ji Cheng pursed her lips as she stared at the words on her screen. She wanted to ask if Xiaowei had missed her.

But that would sound weird.

Still, wasn’t it normal to want to see a friend?

It was normal. Yet the unease in her heart wouldn’t fade. After five minutes of hesitation, Ji Cheng finally turned to her phone for answers.

What does it mean when a girl can’t stop thinking about another girl?

The search results left her stunned.

"Girl, are you a lesbian or what?"

Ji Cheng: "…"

She knew the term. Though she rarely paid attention to school gossip, she’d seen couples like that back in high school.

Though they’d been a short-hair-and-long-hair pair.

Ji Cheng glanced at her own raven-black hair, which cascaded down to her abdomen, and pressed her lips together.

Even so… where did she fit in?

Unable to resist, she searched for a few novels on the topic.

At first, she couldn’t stomach it—she exited after just a few chapters.

Then she found one story.

The female lead was a wealthy heiress, mischievous and clingy—a near-perfect match for Xiaowei, down to 90%.

Because the heroine was great at acting cute.

"Jiejie, don’t be like that~"

Just imagining those four words sent Ji Cheng’s heart fluttering, her entire body tingling with warmth.

She could already picture Xiaowei kneeling before her, wrapping her arms around her neck, leaning in close, and whispering in her ear—

"Jiejie~"

Xiaowei’s voice was already lovely. Calling her "jiejie" would be… even better.

Ji Cheng hastily undid the top button of her hospital gown, trying to cool the heat rising in her chest.

If her thoughts had gone this far, then the search results were right—she liked girls.

But…

What did Xiaowei think?

A sudden wave of anxiety hit her.

Xiaowei was a few months younger, spoiled rotten by her family. She might not understand these things as clearly as Ji Cheng did.

(Not that Ji Cheng had known for long either.)

More importantly, she’d spent two or three hours reading that novel. Xiaowei should be arriving soon.

"Teacher Ji, I’m back~" Ming Xiaowei stretched the moment she stepped into the hospital room.

Ugh, she was exhausted.

Between last night’s poor sleep and today’s early start and travel, even four kidneys wouldn’t have been enough.

"Calling me ‘teacher’ isn’t bad either." Ji Cheng blurted out without thinking.

Ming Xiaowei paused, confused, just as Ji Cheng hurriedly locked her phone screen and looked up.

"Auntie Zhang isn’t here yet. Probably another ten minutes or so." Her tone was as composed as ever.

"Fine. I’m seriously dead tired—my back hurts from the train. I’m gonna nap on the sofa." Ming Xiaowei yawned widely, but before she could sit down, Ji Cheng tugged her sleeve.

"Why don’t you… take the bed?"

Ming Xiaowei blinked, eyeing the single hospital bed. Before she could even raise an eyebrow, Ji Cheng had already swung her legs off the bed and settled onto the sofa, propping her feet on a small stool to stay comfortable.

Even Ming Xiaowei wasn’t shameless enough to steal a sick person’s bed.

"No, you stay there."

Ji Cheng kept her eyes on her phone, ignoring the refusal.

Ming Xiaowei sat on the bed, studying Ji Cheng—her gauze bandages removed, long black hair draped over her shoulders, expression cool as ever. Except… the top button of her gown was now undone, revealing a stretch of pale skin.

What was this about?

Too hot, maybe?

"Ji Cheng, your button’s loose." Ming Xiaowei kindly pointed out.

Ji Cheng glanced at her, gave a soft "mm," but didn’t fix it.

"Then I’m really gonna sleep?" Xiaowei lay down, inexplicably feeling a strange unease at dozing off right in front of Ji Cheng.

Like she was saying—I’m all yours now, jiejie. Do what you want.

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