Purely Accidental - Chapter 50
Chapter 50
Xu Jingshu was precisely this kind of meticulous person—her innate temperament wouldn't let her go easy on someone just because they were a child.
Otherwise, that seemingly grown-up but actually five-year-old-at-heart little rascal at home would have long been spoiled rotten by her.
Fortunately, her exacting nature was harmless.
At least this little boy was thrilled.
On his very first day experiencing life, he'd encountered a big customer. The boy's joy practically pierced the heavens as he eagerly raised the QR code hanging from his neck, sweetly saying, "Thank you, sister!"
He even thoughtfully pulled a beautiful ribbon from his pocket to gift them, perfect for bundling the loose roses.
After paying, Xu Jingshu held the neatly tied bouquet and watched with Pei Youshan as the boy ran off excitedly to show his friends.
Turning back, she offered the flowers to Pei Youshan: "For you."
The vibrant roses clustered together, blooming passionately like flames, breathtakingly beautiful.
Pei Youshan accepted them with amused exasperation: "Why argue with a child?"
Xu Jingshu's shamelessness knew no bounds: "I was just teaching him how to do business."
A businessperson needed discernment—she was merely giving the kid an early lesson about society's harsh realities and how money didn't grow on trees.
After months together, this was the first time Pei Youshan discovered this childish side of her.
And it was utterly adorable.
Paired with that dead-serious expression, the cuteness multiplied, making Pei Youshan's affection for her surge severalfold.
Cradling the roses, Pei Youshan couldn't help smiling softly before lowering her gaze to their shoes, murmuring shyly: "But he called me your wife..."
Though she secretly loved the intimacy implied by that term, it was still embarrassingly direct...
Xu Jingshu took her hand, leading her around the circular fountain.
People flowed past—happy families, affectionate couples, groups of friends—their voices and the kaleidoscope of human life creating a constant hum.
Yet amidst the noise, Pei Youshan heard Xu Jingshu's words with crystalline clarity:
"That would be my honor."
To walk hand-in-hand with you under the same sky.
To be your girlfriend, even for just one day.
To share intimacy beyond all others.
All these are my honor.
Instantly, Pei Youshan's heartbeat accelerated wildly.
She couldn't control this surge of emotion, feeling it pound against her skin as if trying to escape.
She wanted to surrender, to wave the white flag, to confess "I like you" without reservation.
—But do you... actually like me?
The fervor in her eyes twisted into conflict.
Pressing her lips together, Pei Youshan stayed silent.
She feared this was all performative, that "honor" merely empty flattery.
More terrifying was losing someone who might not truly need her.
So she lacked courage for directness, relying instead on veiled hints to preserve their status quo.
If Xu Jingshu understood, wonderful.
If not, they could pretend nothing happened.
Nothing happened...
The thought brought a sour ache to her chest.
Unrequited love was torture—this bittersweet torment.
Noticing her silence, Xu Jingshu paused to study her expression, finding unhappiness.
Her heart dropped—had she misspoken?
Was Pei Youshan rejecting her overstep?
Did she truly feel nothing for her?
Frowning slightly, Xu Jingshu nearly called her name affectionately before "Miss Yue" barricaded the words.
Yes, to Pei Youshan, she remained merely "Miss Yue."
Not even worth a fabricated name—as if rebuffing her.
The realization left Xu Jingshu's chest tight with trapped frustration.
Closing her eyes, she steadied her breathing, halting the spiral of negativity.
Negative thoughts bred more negativity, eroding confidence.
Unless Pei Youshan explicitly rejected her, why sentence this relationship to death prematurely?
She resolved to ask directly.
Tucking a strand of hair behind Pei Youshan's ear, she murmured: "You seem upset. Did I say something wrong?"
"No!" Pei Youshan snapped back to the present, softening her tone. "I was just distracted by something else—not because of you."
She touched Xu Jingshu's cheek: "Don't overthink it."
If possible, she'd love to hear more such words—they were practically heavenly music!
"Really?" Xu Jingshu relaxed, but pressed: "What's troubling you?"
"Just minor things, nothing important."
Xu Jingshu solemnly clasped her hand: "If someone upsets you, tell me. I'll make them pay."
Pei Youshan laughed.
As the Pei heiress, she hardly needed help dealing with annoyances.
Yet Xu Jingshu's earnestness—as if genuinely her protective girlfriend—touched her deeply.
Even knowing it was pretend, Pei Youshan's heart still fluttered.
Softly, she replied: "Yes, our Xiaojing has grown capable of defending me now."
Sliding arms around Xu Jingshu's waist, she hugged her, pride warming her words: "My Xiaojing is so impressive."
Xu Jingshu adored hearing "my" before her name.
Absolutely adored it.
Fine mist from the fountain drifted over them, leaving ephemeral summer coolness on their skin.
Pei Youshan's mood lightened as she leaned against Xu Jingshu, watching the moon—only now realizing how rare their public intimacy was.
Reflecting, she saw how strictly they'd maintained their arrangement's boundaries—outside, they'd barely held hands, impeccable discretion.
Tonight might be their most openly affectionate evening, perhaps never to recur.
What a waste not to make the most of it.
Eyes darting mischievously, she probed: "Xiaojing, is this all you want to do with your girlfriend?"
Xu Jingshu stroked her hair and said meaningfully, "There's more."
"Oh?" Pei Youshan's curiosity piqued. "Like what?"
No answer came.
Instead, hands cradled her face.
Soft lips met hers without warning.
Xu Jingshu kissed her openly, unashamed.
Unspoken love adorned their joined lips—gentle yet profoundly tender, achingly sweet.
Pei Youshan's ears flushed peach-pink.
Her heart swayed helplessly, unable to resist.
Tonight's moon and breeze mirrored that first heart‑fluttering night's enchanting beauty.
Here, now, they were simply each other's beloved.
Xu Jingshu held her tightly.
All their intimacy had been confined within four walls.
Outside, no embraces, no kisses, no caressing her hair.
The rules of their "arrangement" dictated clear boundaries.
But loving her bred greed—Xu Jingshu grew unwilling.
Unwilling to remain a secret lover, unwilling to hide affection indoors.
So she'd always longed for this:
To openly hold and kiss her, proclaiming her ownership.
Even if just for one night.
Pei Youshan buried her burning face against Xu Jingshu's shoulder, hearing her whisper tenderly: "And this—kissing you openly."
"Letting everyone know you're my girlfriend, off-limits."
The pronoun shift brimmed with selfish affection, every syllable confessing love.
Pei Youshan bit her lip, adoring this version of her yet afraid to say so, only clinging tighter.
The night breeze carried the roses' rich fragrance, elegant and pure.
Yet nothing could distract from Xu Jingshu's natural allure—gravity itself couldn't compare.
If only the attraction were mutual.
Only Pei Youshan suffered this unrequited ache.
Imagining Xu Jingshu doing this with others soured her mood.
"That's nice," she forced out through jealousy.
"Your future girlfriend will be the luckiest person alive."
The thought only intensified her bitterness.
"When you marry, I'll definitely give a wedding gift!"
"A huge one!"
Xu Jingshu: "?"
Was it her imagination, or did "wedding gift" sound like a threat when this kitten said it?
Pausing, she seized a crucial detail:
Did Pei Youshan not want her with others?
Did that mean... hope?
Before she could ponder, Pei Youshan broke the embrace, urging: "Hurry, do whatever you want quickly."
"After midnight, I'm not your girlfriend anymore!"
If she couldn't be her girlfriend, she'd damned well savor every second!
Xu Jingshu chuckled—one might think she'd dated Cinderella, vanishing at the stroke of twelve.
But even Cinderella got her happy ending.
...
They forgot about tomorrow's work, playing outside until nearly midnight.
Checking her phone, Pei Youshan noted five remaining girlfriend minutes.
Time was precious—not a second to waste!
"Xiaojing." She stopped Xu Jingshu in the foyer, bouquet in hand. "Five minutes left—anything else for your girlfriend?"
Xu Jingshu's intense gaze heated her face, suddenly making her shy.
She touched her nose, avoiding eye contact: "I keep my promises—one night means one night, five minutes short still counts..."
After thoughtful silence, Xu Jingshu smiled: "Now that you mention it, there is one last thing to tell my girlfriend."
"What?" Pei Youshan asked.
Xu Jingshu stepped closer, hands on her waist, lips at her ear: "To whisper this—"
"I like you."
Pei Youshan froze.
"I'm so happy you're my girlfriend."
"I'll cherish you with everything I have."
Xu Jingshu's voice lingered, tender and mesmerizing.
In that instant, a wild thought struck Pei Youshan:
Was this...
A confession?
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