Chapter 325: Do You Regret It?

Chu Ge was rushed to do his writing. Qiu Wuji sniffled and reluctantly began deleting items from her shopping cart, feeling like she’d lost a billion dollars of savings.

After clearing her cart, her mood suddenly improved. After all, they were just a bunch of useless snacks. She wouldn’t eat them! Hmph.

Qiu Wuji thought for a moment, and since she had just completed the review of some artwork yesterday, she realized she could skip going to the office today. Her mood got even better, and she leisurely brewed a cup of tea, leaned back in the second bedroom, and opened her computer to watch videos.

Suddenly, she felt like it had been a long time since she had experienced days like this. It was during the early days when she had just settled in this world, and she had the time to be a “housewife.”

Now that they had moved in together, this room had completely transformed into a workspace for her to create original artwork at home.

Qiu Wuji held her cup of tea, staring ahead with a misty gaze, causing the screen in front of her to be a bit blurry. She realized that those were the days she cherished the most in this world.

Working, being his assistant, reading book reviews and surfing the internet, and getting teased by him. Those days were truly heartwarming, with the way he would hold back his lecherous thoughts, hesitating to explore yet fearful of retribution, appeared particularly cute when looking back on it.

She hardly remembered how silly she was, asking Baidu about everything…

Could it be said that those were the days of her youth in this world?

Qiu Wuji chuckled to herself.

Is it that I’m getting old, always fond of reminiscing about the past? Thinking about the countless years in the book, there was never this kind of nostalgia before.

This was probably the watershed between a girl and a woman.

Now, she didn’t hesitate to try out various positions with him. Besides the bit of reservedness she maintained in the book, she found pleasure in the role-play.

Being so tainted like this, she probably wouldn’t find the chat group’s playful banter as perverted anymore, and she won’t be so quick to mute them… Hm, she realized that she hadn’t participated in the group chat for a long time, and she wasn’t sure what they’re discussing now. Are they still talking about Brother Chu’s fury against foreigners? Or maybe they’re discussing the story’s ranking? Or speculating about how the animation will turn out?

She opened the group chat and was greeted by a news image: “** to Revise Laws, Allowing 18-Year-Old High School Students to Shoot Adult Videos.”

Qiu Wuji: “…”

I really overestimated you guys.

The chat was flooded with messages: “This is so outdated.”

“Wow, I’m getting 3G speeds on my heavenly network!”

The person who shared the news said, “I’m just giving you the backstory, what I really wanted to say is this…”

Then, they posted a new screenshot of the news: “Senator XX points out that high school students’ popularity in adult videos is on the rise, and ** could become a major producer of adult content. I won’t allow this to happen!”

Group members: “?”

“Damn, what a garbage senator? I advise him not to meddle in this!”

“I advise him not to meddle!”

“I advise him not to meddle!”

” I advise him not to meddle!”

The echo had such an effect that Qiu Wuji couldn’t resist and clicked the +1 button.

Qiu Wuji: “I advise you not to meddle!”

The group fell silent for a moment and then exploded again.

“Qiuqiu~ I’m a newcomer, is this really Qiuqiu?”

“I don’t believe it. Why would Qiuqiu echo us like this? Shouldn’t she be calling us perverts and muting us?”

“Qiuqiu, blink if you’ve been kidnapped by Brother Chu.”

“I think you’re barking up the wrong tree; the current Qiuqiu isn’t the same as the old Qiuqiu. She’s been hoodwinked by the author into becoming a young woman… Wuwuwu…”

Feng Yu was muted for ten minutes by administrator Qiu Wuji.

“The familiar Qiuqiu is back!”

“Qiuqiu ~ my Qiuqiu ~”

Qiu Wuji was bemused, “Are you all M?”

Screenshots of Qiuqiu’s quotes began to flood the chat.

Qiu Wuji looked at the chat, which was once again flooded, with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. There was a touch of nostalgia in her eyes.

It’s just the same. After all this time, everyone hasn’t changed a bit.

Still as perverted as ever.

“Alright, alright, I came here today to ask everyone for some music recommendations, even instrumental tracks are fine.”

“What type of music does Qiuqiu want?”

“Classical-leaning, but not pure classical, something that combines well with modern elements. Hm… How about some classic Chinese-style anime theme songs and BGM?”

“Then you can listen to Guofeng songs or check out ‘Classical Song Compendium.’ They have compilations there, I’ll find the link for you.”

“For classical-style animation songs, how about ‘Big Fish’? Or a few from ‘White Snake’?”

People offered their suggestions, and Qiu Wuji swiftly added songs to her playlist. In the blink of an eye, she had dozens of tracks.

These quirky friends are quite reliable!

“Hey, why is Qiuqiu asking about this? Could it be that the animation has already started production?”

“You’re overthinking it. Even if the animation has started production, what’s the point of Brother Chu and Qiuqiu listening to music themselves? Do you think they’re gods, drawing and even composing everything on their own?”

“Brother Chu is just an amateur, but Qiuqiu is indeed a goddess!”

“Why guess when you can just ask her directly?”

Qiu Wuji had already crossed the river and destroyed the bridge, diving silently into watching music videos.

“Where’s Qiuqiu? Did she run off? Wuwuwu, it’s all because of you silly people, return our goddess…”

…

While Chu Ge was busy writing, he heard the music coming from the neighboring room. He paused his writing and listened intently.

He knew what Qiu Wuji was doing; she was indeed preparing to create animation music on her own. Qiu Wuji had the skills for it; she only needed to familiarize herself with the modern style’s fusion.

Every writer has different writing habits, and Chu Ge needed absolute silence when he was writing; he couldn’t listen to music.

So, while others could listen to music while working, staying updated with the latest popular songs, Chu Ge had to spend twice as much time to catch up, resulting in him listening to new songs less frequently and feeling out of touch.

Qiu Wuji understood Chu Ge’s habit. In the past, when he asked her to find songs for him, she quietly listened to guqin music by herself, never daring to play music aloud to harass Chu Ge.

Things were different now. Qiu Wuji knew that Chu Ge was just copying, and he didn’t need that much concentration. So she decided to play music for him to listen to as well.

She knew that Chu Ge also enjoyed music, and that’s why the two of them could perform together on the zither and flute. Music can relax the mind, and there’s no need to be too strict with oneself.

Qiu Wuji casually played a song, “Big Fish,” and its beautiful melody immersed Chu Ge.

“Look at the endless sea and sky, listen to the wind and rain, hold your hand, and blow away the vast sea of smoke…”

Chu Ge looked over to the neighboring room, and Qiu Wuji instinctively turned her head to look at him.

The two of them silently faced each other across the wall, as if they could feel each other’s gaze.

Then they both smiled at the same time.

“Fearing that you’ll fly far away, fearing that you’ll leave me, and even more, fearing that you’ll forever remain here…”

Both of them had complex expressions.

It was like their initial infatuation, where they saw everything as resembling each other, and could project each other’s qualities onto anything.

Why was it that by simply playing a song, they could feel it resonating with their current situation so perfectly?

She was like that fish, he feared her leaving, but he also didn’t want her to be trapped in a cage, and he was helping her break free.

“Have you heard this before?” Qiu Wuji asked through the wall.

“I have,” Chu Ge replied.

Both of them fell into silence.

Finally, Chu Ge pushed his keyboard aside, stood up, and walked into the neighboring room.

Qiu Wuji gazed at him intently as he entered her room, walked towards her, and gently embraced her.

“If I were a fish…” Qiu Wuji mumbled softly in his arms, “then you would be the wretched net.”

“Are you still listening?”

“I don’t want to listen anymore; it makes me uncomfortable.”

She said that, but it didn’t matter. The music continued to play relentlessly in her ears, tugging at the strings of her heart.

Chu Ge: “So, Robin’s music can affect people’s hearts, and it doesn’t need much manipulation of supernatural powers. This damned music… anyone with a bit of sensitivity can let it spread within their hearts. The more you understand it, the deeper you fall into it. Fortunately, I’m just a commoner; pure music without lyrics doesn’t affect me.”

Qiu Wuji initially thought she wouldn’t be affected by this, believing she was a skilled musician herself. However, this song that she casually played had shaken her confidence.

This is not a matter of technique; it’s a matter of emotions. A heart filled with emotions is full of vulnerabilities, fragility, and tenderness. Such qualities are incompatible with the path of immortality.

“Do you regret it?” Chu Ge could almost read what was going on in her mind.

Qiu Wuji raised her head to look at him, then suddenly smiled, “The will of Heaven is my will; what is there to regret?”

Unbeknownst to them, the music had changed to the next song, and the same melodious voice echoed in their ears, “I slowly savor the sound of snow falling, as if it’s you whispering ‘dear’ to me…”

“Ugh, cheesy! Who wants to hear you say ‘dear’!” Qiu Wuji pouted pushed her head against Chu Ge’s belly as she moved forward, “Leave, leave, don’t disturb me while I’m studying modern songs!”

Chu Ge, looking innocent, got pushed out, thinking, who’s being cheesy? I didn’t even say ‘dear.’ I just wanted to whisper ‘Qiuqiu.’