Little White Lotus’ Record of Courting Disaster

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Her expression is focused, as if the painting in front of her is her whole world.

With precise and fluent strokes, she quickly outlines the contours of the young boy’s features. Youyou’s movements are swift, and every brushstroke is just right, making it almost impossible to find any mistakes.

Before long, a lively and mischievous young boy comes to life on the paper. Youyou makes some minor adjustments and then puts down her brush, saying to the boy, “It’s done.”

The young boy, who is both pretending to be serious and truly playful, is a well-known Weibo influencer interacting with his followers. He hesitates for a moment upon hearing Youyou’s words, glancing at his watch. It has only been half an hour.

With a hint of doubt, he stands up from his small stool and walks over to Youyou. His name is Jin Mo, and he takes a few steps with his long legs to reach her side.

The person in the painting resembles him, but at the same time, there are significant differences. Jin Mo rubs his nose, secretly thinking that he’s not as whimsical and childish as portrayed, right?

As he bends down slightly, his body gets closer to the young girl.

Jin Mo turns his head to the side and is instantly amazed.

At such a close distance, the girl’s flawless and filter-like features are exposed right in front of his eyes. Jin Mo has never seen someone’s natural beauty so clean and captivating. This kind of pure and natural charm cannot be compared to those artificial plastic-smelling beauties.

Internally, he exclaims, “So adorable! I want to kiss and bite her! I want to hold her up high and keep kissing her!”

His cheeks turn a subtle shade of pink, reflecting his indescribable excitement—oh no, his inner fangirl is showing. He really wants to kiss and hug her endlessly.

“Huh? Don’t you like this painting?” Youyou asks, noticing that the young boy is furrowing his brows and staring at her intently. She looks at the painting and then back at the boy, feeling disappointed.

“If you’re not satisfied, I can paint another one for you, free of charge.”

“Ah?”

Realizing the misunderstanding caused by his previous attitude, Jin Mo quickly waves his hands and personally takes the painting off the easel.

“No, no, I really like it.”

He likes it so much.

Suddenly, his gaze falls on a highly commented reply on his phone screen. Looking at Youyou, Jin Mo speaks with a gentle tone, as if coaxing a child.

“Can you draw those colorful ones, the ones that look super realistic?”

“The ones with colored pencils?”

Youyou tilts her head and removes the top layer of her toolbox, pointing to the neatly arranged bottom layer filled with various pens. Her expression is sincere.

“If it’s that kind, I can do it.”

“If you want that kind, it’s only 200 yuan per piece, super, super cheap.”

Following the system’s reminder, she sets the price.

One colored pencil drawing equals the price of ten sketches. Youyou’s eyes sparkle, and she smiles brightly with curved eyebrows and eyes.

“Okay, that’s great.”

Her body responds before her brain, and when Jin Mo comes back to his senses, he points to his own face, wearing an unusual and somewhat silly expression.

“Um, can you still draw my face?”

“Yes.”

Youyou nods and selects a high-quality sheet of paper. She closes her eyes for a moment, concentrating on the task at hand, and then starts drawing without any distractions.

Meanwhile, Jin Mo moves his small stool next to Youyou.

He completely disregards his image and curls up his body, watching Youyou and the drawing board. At the same time, he praises Youyou to the heavens in front of his fans and followers.

“Blogger this morning with Night Ink not coming home: […]”

The blogger didn’t return until this morning:

“Let me tell you, the young girl has a natural beauty, truly stunning. She has a delicate fragrance, and her eyelashes are long, flickering charmingly. Quite enticing.”

“Here you go, this is the painting process you all wanted to see. How is it? The young girl’s hands are fair and tender, very beautiful, don’t you feel tempted to touch them?”

“I secretly took a photo together with her, and she didn’t notice, hehe.”

“Ah, there’s no need for you to envy this blogger. The luck of this blogger has always been unmatched by foolish mortals like you.”

A series of boastful and arrogant remarks made many netizens call for the blogger’s demise. However, as Youyou’s painting gradually took shape, the netizens suddenly discovered something astonishing from the series of photos uploaded by Jin Mo.

A rough-looking man walking down the street in slippers exclaimed, “Damn, so the perverted blogger who often speaks vulgarities turns out to be just a kid?”

“Yeah, yeah! Blogger, give me back the middle-aged greasy uncle. I hate this.”

“Get lost, upstairs! A tender and young guy like this is so much better than some middle-aged perverted uncle! Ah, today is truly overflowing with luck. I unexpectedly found two beauties in a row. Happy?!”

The topic gradually deviated from its original course, and more and more people joined in.

Jin Mo realized that his Weibo had been trending and that many industry peers were continuously retweeting his posts, riding on the trend for publicity…

He finally realized that the situation was getting out of control.

Annoyed, he closed his phone and looked at the little girl, who was still completely unaware of everything, with a sudden loss for words.

He didn’t open his phone again and focused only on the girl and the painting board.

One hour, two hours passed. In the meantime, Jin Mo bought two bottles of water for Youyou and himself. By the time Youyu finished the painting, the sky had already darkened.

“S-sorry, little girl. Please forgive me. I… I…”

Jin Mo stammered as he was handed the painting and apologized to the girl, completely inarticulate.

Finally, in a state of urgency, Jin Mo fled from Youyou’s gaze.

“What’s wrong with him?”

Watching the hazy figure of the panicked young man running away, Yuyu’s eyes flickered. After seeing the bulging wallet, she smiled sweetly.

“Xixi, when we return to the original world, I must show off to Bai Qu. I can earn money too and support myself, hmph.”

[…]

Host, it’s still too early to say such things, isn’t it?

Youyou neatly placed all the drawing materials like paper, pen, and ink into the toolbox. She was in a good mood, unaware of Ling Ya’s current state of anxiety, restlessness, and discomfort due to the videos circulating online.

In the spacious and brightly lit practice room, Ling ya huddled in the corner, her eyes red, torturing herself as she read the comments on Weibo, whether they were praising or criticizing.

Ling ya thought that she must be sick. Otherwise, how could she feel so uneasy when others praised Youyou?

Every word of praise or criticism in the Weibo comments felt like a thorn in Ling Ya’s throat. And those teasing, ambiguous confessions of love made it even harder for Ling ya to accept.

Youyou belonged to her. How could they say such things?

What do they mean by wanting to touch, hold high, or even suggesting that Youyou and that guy would make a good couple? What kind of perspective do they have?

Lingya pursed her lips and clicked on the Weibo account named “The Blogger Who Didn’t Return Until This Morning.” Lingya repeatedly watched the videos, pictures, and the blogger’s words and replies, and she had a growing tendency to not be able to stop.

“Hate…! Hate…! Hate…!”

She repeated the word “hate” three times. Lingya strongly disliked this blogger, and at the same time, she started to blame Youyou as well.

She blamed Youyou for going out to draw instead of staying at home. She blamed Youyou for letting others get close to her, for smiling so sweetly, and for letting others see her good side and fall in love with her.

Her heart was like a tangled mess being repeatedly pulled apart. Ling Ya bit her lower lip, losing all thoughts of training.

She exited Weibo and went into other communication platforms. Lingya saw that Youyou hadn’t sent her any messages, and her emotions became even more complicated.

Why?

Why didn’t she call and explain?

Didn’t she know that she would be angry and jealous?

Doesn’t she care about Ling Ya’s feelings at all?

…

Ling Ya’s dejected appearance made Fu Shu, leaning against the door, raise an eyebrow.

In fact, as a transmigrator, Fu Shu understood Ling Ya’s feelings towards Bai Youyou very well.

In Ling Ya’s heart, Bai Youyou, the other female lead, was her possession.

They were childhood friends, growing up together and never separated. Ling Ya had never considered letting go of Bai Youyou’s hand.

Ling Ya’s desire to control Bai Youyou was too strong. She forced herself to grow, but she panicked at the thought of Bai Youyou becoming someone unfamiliar in places she didn’t know.

So even though it was Fu Shu creating/aggravating the emotional issues between Ling Ya and Bai Youyou, she could only proceed slowly and gradually separate them.

She smirked and entered the room, leaning against the door, pretending to be surprised as she looked at Ling Ya, as if she had witnessed something unimaginable.

“What’s wrong?”

Approaching Ling Ya step by step, Fu Shu’s attitude was very gentle.

“What happened to you? Who bullied you? Tell me, hmm?”

Ling Ya:…

Why does she always see me in such a disheveled state?

Feeling embarrassed, Ling Ya stood up from the floor without answering Fu Shu’s question. Instead, she made an excuse: “Can I take two days off? I have something important to attend to.”

Fu Shu paused for a moment upon hearing this, then nodded.

“Yes, you can. But can you tell me the reason?”

Reason?

Does she want to explain that she wants to hug and kiss her and hold her high?

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