QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL) Chapter 56: Seeds

Chapter 56 – Jessica POV

They really are that dense.

I glance toward the living room, where Lin yu and the heiress are seated on opposite ends of the couch, the tension between them so thick it could be sliced with a butter knife. Not hate. Not quite. Just... sothing they can’t na.

Perfect.

I swirl the two glasses in my hands, watching the soft fizz rise to the top. Just a light mixer—harmless, technically. Nothing illegal, just a carefully dosed cocktail of serotonin boosters and social lubricants.

The kind of thing that gently lowers inhibitions.

Makes buried thoughts just a little easier to say out loud.

Over the past couple of months, I’ve gotten closer to them. It was hard work. But CEO Han upped the reward, and I’m never one to say no to a better prize.

My original goal was simple—cause imnse jealousy and hatred until none of the won could accept each other’s presence in Jiang Wei’s life.

A shattered harem. That would’ve been satisfying enough.

But then Jiang Wei did sothing stupid. I don’t know what, but he pissed off CEO Han bad.

She changed the plan.

She doesn’t want a petty ending. She wants a lifelong one.

A punishnt that sticks.

I shudder a little. If it had been anyone else, it would’ve been impossible. Who on earth could cultivate romantic feelings between two straight won?

Ha.

I could.

I’ve not just maneuvered through n to get to where I am—I’ve gone through won too. Conservative won. Privileged won. Guarded, closeted, ambitious won.

Won like the heiress. Won like Lin yu.

They’re not exceptions. Just puzzles waiting for the right hand to solve them.

I head to the living room with the tray of drinks. On the TV, a film plays—one I carefully selected. An award-winning story about a wife who, in trying to understand her husband’s mistress, falls for her instead.

It’s subtle. Thoughtful. Queer-coded enough to stir sothing.

"Drinks?" I say sweetly.

They both glance up.

Lin yu accepts hers with a nod. The heiress takes her glass distractedly, her eyes glued to the screen. I curl into a chair across from them, casual, quiet.

This is where it all begins.

I’ve spent months pushing them together. Little nudges. Carefully tid silences. Innocent complints that weren’t really that innocent.

To Lin yu:

"She’s so elegant, isn’t she? I don’t know about n in power, but won in power... they have a certain kind of charm."

To the heiress:

"You and yu have such good chemistry. One would think you guys have actually been together."

I’d say it like a joke. Tossed offhand, light, harmless.

But poison works best in small doses.

My ascent through this industry wasn’t fueled only by whispered promises in hotel rooms—it was built on adaptability, survival, and the willingness to beco whatever I needed to be.

And now?

Now I need to be the match.

The heiress was the easiest. When I first t her, she was a spoiled little daddy’s girl, so obsessed with male attention she practically cried when Jiang Wei looked at soone else.

But I introduced her to CEO Han, and she began to change.

Power does sothing to won—it grounds them. Sharpens them.

She found confidence in sothing other than her beauty, and once that happened, everything else fell into place.

Her company is flourishing. She’s flourishing. She doesn’t need a man anymore to feel important. But she still wants to win.

And Lin yu?

Lin yu was trickier. She still believed in morality. Romance. Reputation. And was conservative beliefs.

Until she didn’t.

Just a few weeks ago, she cornered in a dressing room and asked, half whispering:

"How do you always get the roles you want? Is it true what they say about you?"

So of it is true.

"Really? How can you...?" She’d wrung her hands. "I’m not judging or anything, but so of the n... I don’t know."

I smiled.

"I’m talented and beautiful, but I’m also an orphan with no connections," I had whispered, leaning in. "I do what I must to survive. And who said anything about n?"

Her eyes had widened, lips parting as realization sank in.

"Besides," I added, tapping her lightly on the nose, "you happen to know soone who could pull your strings too. All you have to do is bat your pretty lashes."

She’d gone red to the ears and looked away, stamring so nonsense about professionalism.

But a month later?

She was suddenly the brand ambassador for a brand under a certain woman’s subsidiarity company.

Cute.

Now I sit back, watching the two of them on the couch. Red-cheeked. Faces turned toward each other just a little too often. Limbs a little too relaxed, their bodies angled like flowers leaning into sunlight.

I don’t interrupt.

Instead, I open my phone and pretend to scroll, murmuring sothing about taking a call. I leave the drinks tray behind, untouched. They won’t even notice I’m gone.

I step out into the hall and walk away without a backward glance.

Will they? Won’t they?

I bet at the very least there’ll be a kiss. If I’m unlucky, maybe just an attempted one. Either way, it’s progress.

I skip down the hallway toward Jiang Wei’s suite, humming a cheerful little tune. The kind that belongs to soone who just pulled off sothing brilliant.

Who would’ve thought? Not .

A girl like —with no na, no powerful background, just good looks and sharper instincts—will soon owns shares in a company. Real shares. Three percent may not sound like much to people born into wealth, but to ? It’s everything.

And the mall.

An entire mall under my na.

That was the promise from CEO Han, and she’s not one to give out rewards lightly. But I’m definitely going to deliver.

Funny. I always thought I’d have to marry so old billionaire to get here. Suffer through gross dinner parties, deal with sweaty hands on my waist, and have a ssy inheritance battle with his wife and kids.

But nope.

Tonight, I’m feeling generous. Giddy.

So I’m going to give Jiang Wei my best performance yet.

He won’t even know what hit him.

After all—I’m in such a good mood.