After the Vicious Supporting Female Character Became the Heroine's Cat - Chapter 26.2

Shen Yunmiao couldn’t quite articulate her feelings, it was a bittersweet sensation, like a blade dipped in honey piercing her chest without drawing blood. The sweetness of the honey arrived before the pain.

Yet once that lingering sweetness faded, only heart-wrenching agony remained.

Why was it like this? She had already decided to let go, to stop liking Little C from now on, to keep her distance from Little C for good!

Reason and emotion tugged at her, threatening to tear her apart. She felt like a small boat, once drifting on calm waters, now swept into a turbulent ocean, tossed up and down, powerless to resist.

Watching the figure retreat outside, Shen Yunmiao opened the door and picked up the bouquet so large it was almost too heavy to hold. The vibrant, dazzling flowers were topped with a conspicuous gift box.

Yet she couldn’t help but recall the bouquet from that morning at the cemetery, a nearly pale arrangement of white lilies, sacred and tearful, trembling on the brink.

Placing the flowers on the table, she could no longer suppress the deeply buried emotions. It started with soft sobs, which gradually escalated into unrestrained weeping, until finally, even the sound of crying faded, leaving only silent tears tracing paths down her cheeks and falling into the flower stamens, merging with the white lilies from the cemetery.

Why? How had things ended up like this?

Shen Yunmiao thought about that person’s inexplicable kindness, then recalled her tragically deceased cat. Though she knew rationally she shouldn’t blame that person, her body instinctively recoiled from their proximity.

It felt like she was falling back into that bottomless ocean again – sinking alone, desolate and without expectation. Those deliberately buried painful memories transformed into countless hands, dragging her deeper.

Those indifferent, uncaring gray eyes suddenly grew enormous, gazing down at her from above the sea as if mocking her wishful thinking.

Every nerve in her body screamed for distance.

She was teetering on the brink of despair, yet there was no longer a gentle white cat to curl up on her lap and comfort her.

What had died wasn’t just a cat, but the deepest longing for companionship within a lonely soul.

She could no longer maintain her gentle smile, nor could she calmly accept these inexplicable hardships.

After composing herself, Shen Yunmiao washed her face and took out the greeting card. She forced herself to calmly read through those words, unable to comprehend what the other person truly wanted. Surely it wasn’t that they’d suddenly developed feelings for her after a car accident?

She smiled self-deprecatingly and decided to stop thinking about it altogether.

The gift box was placed together with that notebook recording her innermost thoughts.

Cheng Jianian didn’t know that the flowers she sent and the carefully prepared gifts weren’t being taken seriously. She was busy meticulously crafting her plan.

Her plan was comprehensive, divided into two parts.

In the real world, she needed to quickly sign Miaomiao, then use work opportunities to gradually warm what might be Miaomiao’s closed-off heart.

Moreover, she’d checked – she and Miaomiao were in the same department, meaning plenty of shared classes. She already knew which elective courses Miaomiao had registered for. All she needed was to have the academic secretary adjust her schedule to those same classes.

Even so, she couldn’t be idle in the online world either. She needed to use her fan identity to quickly establish online communication with Miaomiao, ideally developing an online romance.

Finally, when the time was ripe, she’d meet Miaomiao in person, achieving dual reinforcement. By then, Miaomiao would surely be delighted.

Just thinking about it made Cheng Jianian barely able to contain herself, wearing a spring-breeze expression all day.

Early the next morning, before leaving the hospital, she personally selected more flowers – a bouquet so large she couldn’t even wrap both arms around it.

Cheng Jianian really wanted to deliver them herself, but she’d promised Miaomiao to focus on recovering properly and not run around everywhere. Besides, Miaomiao might still somewhat dislike her and not want to see her at all.

Young Master Cheng didn’t mind being disliked herself, but she didn’t want to make Miaomiao uncomfortable.

She had no choice but to have Zuo Ying arrange someone to deliver them again. Poor assistant Gao Qingzi stared numbly at the flower bouquet nearly wider than two of her waistlines combined.

Fortunately, CEO Cheng had waved her hand yesterday, and now over half this building belonged to the Cheng family. She borrowed a small cart downstairs and dragged the cartload of flowers while waiting for the elevator.

Unexpectedly, when the elevator doors opened, the person inside turned out to be the very recipient of the flowers.

Gao Qingzi nearly stuttered herself into a panic. “M-M-Miss Shen! What are you doing here I mean, Miss Shen, why have you come down? Is there something you need? Let me handle it for you!”

Shen Yunmiao furrowed her beautiful brows, a flicker of confusion in her eyes, and calmly said, “I’m going to class.”

“Leave it to me!” Gao Qingzi blurted out without thinking, then quickly froze. “A-ah, c-c-class?”

Shen Yunmiao didn’t waste any more words and turned to leave.

Gao Qingzi, unable to voice her distress, hurriedly abandoned the cart of flowers and caught up with Shen Yunmiao. “Miss Shen, these flowers were sent by our CEO Cheng. Would you consider?”

CEO Cheng.

Those two words pressed down on her like a massive stone dropped into a tranquil well, stirring ripples of disturbance.

Shen Yunmiao gritted her teeth, slowly closed her eyes, and then let out a frustrated sigh. Turning back with a gentle smile, she said, “Thank you for your trouble, Miss Gao, but I really have a lot of classes today. Please take the flowers back.”

Gao Qingzi felt trapped, unsure how to report this failure.

Perhaps it was her pitiful expression or the sheer allure of the flower-filled cart, but just as Shen Yunmiao was about to exit the building, her heart softened. She turned her head and said calmly, “Miss Gao, since you’ve gone through the trouble of bringing so many flowers, it would be ungrateful of me to refuse. Please help me carry them to my door. However, kindly convey to CEO Cheng that I would prefer he stops sending me flowers.”

Overwhelmed with relief, Gao Qingzi nearly dropped to her knees in gratitude. CEO Zuo hadn’t deceived her, the future madam was truly kind-hearted.

She nodded repeatedly, expressing her loyalty and gratitude once more.

But Shen Yunmiao merely walked away in silence, her steps quiet and slow, as if bearing some heavy burden on her shoulders.

Gao Qingzi felt a pang of sympathy. Honestly, from their few encounters, Miss Shen seemed genuinely gentle-hearted.

And the boss well, he was undeniably wealthy and powerful.

As a novice assistant, Gao worried that if the boss grew impatient in his pursuit, he might resort to forceful tactics. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for the delicate and lovely Miss Shen.

Ah, the kind-hearted often end up being pursued relentlessly.

Come to think of it, should she quickly inform CEO Zuo to relay to CEO Cheng that Miss Shen was heading to class? Assistant Gao hesitantly opened WeChat.

The morning class was on career planning, a joint lecture for two majors held in a large auditorium seating 150. Shen Yunmiao arrived early, and the room was sparsely populated with only a few students.

As soon as she took a seat and began unpacking her things, someone sat down beside her. Shen Yunmiao, who disliked having others sit next to her, instinctively shifted one seat inward.

Unexpectedly, the person followed her move. Shen Yunmiao frowned slightly but said nothing, merely glancing up.

That glance was enough to leave her stunned, the person who met her gaze was exceptionally striking.

A light brown trench coat accentuated their tall, slender frame, while jeans highlighted a narrow waist. A shirt tucked in with its edges flaunting a carefree flair, long brown hair cascading over the front, and a cool, pale neck that elongated gracefully. Their face was sculpted and beautiful, with thin lips, a straight nose, and gray eyes that reflected a detached glow, though the soft morning sun lent them a touch of warmth.

That face was aloof yet strikingly beautiful, naturally noble and radiant, dazzling and brilliant.

It was as if they were God’s favorite.

Shen Yunmiao stared at that familiar face she had often dreamed of, momentarily lost in memories of their high school days, rendered speechless.

After what felt like an eternity, she snapped out of her reverie and stood up once more.

Cheng Jianian gazed at the suddenly approaching beautiful face, her heart pounding wildly. From her lips to the tip of her tongue, an itch arose, tempting her to lean in and taste.

How she adored her.

After just two days apart, Miaomiao seemed even more beautiful.

But soon, that enchanting aura faded away.

Shen Yunmiao shifted one seat further in and placed her backpack between the two seats.

Cheng Jianian: “…?”

She stood there in a daze, at a loss for what to do, until people gradually arrived and recognized who she was. They came to ask for her autograph, and only then did she sit down with a cold expression. After a moment’s thought, she forced herself to squeeze out a smile and signed for them.

She needed to let Miaomiao know that she was actually a very gentle person those previous arrogant and unpleasant impressions were just dirty water splashed on her by ill-intentioned schemers.

After signing her name, she looked over with a bright smile. “Miaomiao, would you like a signed photo?”

She distinctly remembered the notebook tucked away deep in the cabinet, filled with her signed photos. However, they all looked a bit old, clearly not updated in time.

No matter, she would help Miaomiao update them.

With that thought, Little Cheng Zong pulled out a thick album from her bulging backpack, filled with signed photos of all sizes.

Shen Yunmiao stared at the hefty stack of albums placed on the table between them and couldn’t help but think of the truckload of flowers that might be waiting at her doorstep right now.

Truly, consistent as ever.

She didn’t want to say anything unpleasant or express any negative feelings, so she offered a polite smile. “No need, thank you, Cheng.”

Cheng Jianian’s face fell instantly. But then, an idea sparked in her mind. Blinking, she put on a pitiful look and said hesitantly, “Miaomiao, may I sit here? I’ll keep my bag on the outside so other students won’t bump into it as they pass by.”

Shen Yunmiao met her shimmering, pleading silver-gray eyes and glanced at the eager students around them. Her fingers unconsciously tightened, but in the end, her heart softened.

The instinct to protect this person overpowered the rationality of keeping her distance.

Tugged back and forth by her emotions, the gentle girl hesitated silently before nodding.

There was no turning back after that.

Cheng Jianian quickly took the seat beside her.

The scent of fresh snow intertwined with an alluring yet dangerous, intense rose fragrance.

Heat met clarity, leaving behind only scattered, pitiful puddles of melted snow.

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