Girl, There's Something Wrong With You - Chapter 43

How to handle Cheng Jinyang is a major headache for the young women involved.

One reason is that they’ve developed genuine feelings.

If it were just a beneficial marriage alliance, success would be a good outcome, and failure would allow them to withdraw without being trapped in their current dilemma.

Another reason is that he’s simply too contemptible.

Sometimes it’s clear that Jinyang is deliberately dragging his feet, trying to pull off a despicable “I want it all” scheme.

Everyone is educated in noble families and understands the importance of expanding their lineage, but the distinction between a principal wife and a concubine must not be blurred.

Can you really have it all?

The third reason is related to leveling up through dreams.

Though their respective families believe that being promoted to the fifth grade before twenty guarantees at least a third grade future, that’s not true.

In reality, many of them struggle to secure even the fourth grade, relying entirely on dreamland monster hunting for a steady supply of vital energy.

Therefore, to maintain their genius status, they must stay close to Cheng Jinyang for a long time.

This means either becoming the principal wife or preventing others from becoming the principal wife. The second-best outcome is to become a concubine, but these proud young women can’t accept that.

The worst outcome is to be unable to become even a concubine and be kicked out of the Cheng clan like a stray dog. Although Cheng Jinyang may be despicable, he is unexpectedly trustworthy in this regard and would not initiate such an action.

However, the one who ultimately secures the principal wife position might do so. After all, can anyone peacefully sleep next to someone else’s bed?

Thus, even the triangle of competition among Xing Yuanzhi, Cui Jinqi, and Chu Qingqing maintains a delicate and fragile mutual understanding.

The one closest to the principal wife position—everyone else, unite to eliminate them!

Their competition mainly involves two aspects:
1. Marginalizing their opponents as much as possible.
2. Trying to win Cheng Jinyang’s favor.

They have minor arguments every three days and major ones every five days. It’s both instinctual jealousy and a way to show him “I want you.”

Sometimes, when they drag him out and beat him up, it’s not just to vent their anger but also to prove their sincerity.

People desire pure love without ulterior motives. Even if a contemptible man knows that the young women have interests in upgrading, their jealousy and fights signal genuine affection and a desire to monopolize him.

The more jealousy and venting they show, the more it reinforces the idea of “genuine affection.” Those who don’t participate in the competition are seen as seeking personal benefit and are ranked lower in his eyes, making their chances of being eliminated higher.

As for whether their initial desire to monopolize him came from a vague sense of love or from protecting their own interests, the young women themselves cannot say clearly.

What’s certain is that it is true love now—this is something that Ah Zhi, Miss Qingqing, and Cui Xiaoniang all firmly believe.

Don’t believe it? Then I’ll just beat him up!

Cheng Jinyang was bound hand and foot, whimpering on the bed, while the three young women sat around him, discussing how to deal with him.

“Why not divide him with a hatchet and each take a piece?” Yang Wangshu suggested maliciously from a distance.

Everyone tacitly ignored her provocative suggestion.

“Why don’t we just give him a good beating?” Cui Xiaoniang said, stepping on his back.

“Is that really beating?” Miss Qingqing rolled her eyes, “The pressure from your foot is less than a proper massage!”

“I’m insulting him!” Cui Xiaoniang blushed and said, lifting his clothing, “Insulting, understand?”

“Can’t you understand?” Xing Yuanzhi grabbed her foot as she continued, “You’re just giving him a reward.”

“Is that true or false?” Miss Qingqing feigned surprise, asking Cheng Jinyang, “Jinyang, do you like being stepped on by her?”

“Better to be killed than to be humiliated!” Cheng Jinyang propped himself up, speaking with righteous indignation.

“Great!” Miss Qingqing then hugged him and planted a kiss on his cheek.

The two girls beside them were stunned.

“What are you doing, Qingqing?!” Cui Jinqi pulled her away, panicked.

“How shameless!” Xing Yuanzhi scolded, both angry and guilty.

The three of them started pulling and shouting at each other again, while Li Qingwan watched from across the room and remarked softly, “Such strong feelings.”

“Do you want to join them?” Zheng Qiupei asked with a smile.

“Not really,” Li Qingwan hesitated for a moment before shaking her head.

“What?” Seeing her hesitation, Lu Qingyun asked in disbelief, “Qingwan, do you like him too?”

Teacher Li looked a bit embarrassed at the question. After a moment, she made a gesture of a tiny universe with her fingers and said, trying to stay calm, “Maybe… just a little bit.”

Lu Qingyun was shocked: “What’s so good about him?!”

“He’s gentle, and he doesn’t get angry when other girls bully him?” Zheng Qiupei guessed tentatively.

“He’s reliable and gives a sense of security when you’re with him,” Li Qingwan added with a smile.

“He’s also quite good-looking,” Zheng Qiupei remarked, glancing across.

“That’s one point I absolutely cannot agree with,” Lu Qingyun retorted.

“Don’t you like his style, Yun Yun?” Zheng Qiupei asked curiously.

“No,” Lu Qingyun shook her head, “I prefer a more honest-looking face, the chubbier the better, with a nice feel to the touch.”

“Your preferences are really peculiar,” Li Qingwan commented, rarely making a sarcastic remark.

“Don’t make it sound like I’m some kind of oddball!” Lu Qingyun defended herself, “What type you like is a very personal thing!”

“That’s right.” Xiao Wangshu, who was playing a game nearby, put down the game console and typed, “People’s fetishes should be free. For example, I like bondage, restraint, and spanking…”

Before she could finish, Zheng Qiupei, Li Qingwan, and Lu Qingyun all looked at her with expressions of horror.

“What, what’s wrong?” Yang Wangshu shrank back, suddenly nervous, “I was talking about manga, manga, not real life…”

“Are those whips, handcuffs, and electroshock devices under your bed all yours?” Zheng Qiupei asked softly.

“W-what, how did you know…”

“I found them while cleaning,” Zheng Qiupei said with concern, “Although preferences are personal, you’re still young. Do you really understand what it means to like something?”

“You definitely don’t understand.” Li Qingwan also echoed, with a serious expression, “Handcuffs, whips, electric shock devices, how can you use these on others casually? You shouldn’t develop such weird hobbies… I’ll confiscate those things for you.”

She stood up and headed towards Yang Wangshu’s small bed.

Yang Wangshu knew that if she really found those things, it would be social death for her that night. She quickly blocked her path and typed, “Qingwan, Sister Qingwan! I was wrong! I’ll kneel for you, is that okay?”