After the Vicious Supporting Female Character Became the Heroine's Cat - Chapter 27.1

Career Planning was a large lecture-style class, with a ten-minute break between the two sessions. During the class, Cheng Jianian didn’t dare disturb her “desk mate,” who was listening attentively, and could only sneak glances at those dark, watery eyes. It was agonizing to hold back.

To be honest, she didn’t quite understand why this class required such intense focus, the course name alone sounded rather useless.

And why was the Career Planning class discussing Qin Shi Huang’s unification of the six states???

Though puzzled, Cheng Jianian felt that Miaomiao must have her reasons for paying such close attention. The class must hold some value!

With that thought, she obediently sat through the entire session on the rise of the Qin dynasty with Miaomiao.

Little did she know, the person beside her was even more tormented. Shen Yunmiao usually didn’t pay much attention in this Career Planning class either she typically used the time to read scripts or do other things.

But today, Cheng Jianian was sitting next to her.

Her intuition told her that reading a script or playing on her phone might provoke some reaction from the person beside her.

To maintain this fragile peace, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and listen as the teacher enthusiastically recounted the glorious history of the Qin dynasty over several centuries.

Who knew what the teacher was thinking? As he spoke about the Qin dynasty, he suddenly grew impassioned, vehemently criticizing today’s youth for lacking the same relentless drive and willingness to endure hardship as the successive Qin kings.

With a sorrowful expression, the elderly professor clicked to the next slide, which posed an interactive question: “The successive Qin kings painstakingly built and accumulated power, only for it to be destroyed in the second generation. What does this signify?”

Instantly, the entire class half-raised and half-lowered their heads, perfectly conveying that they had been paying close attention but genuinely had no idea how to answer the question.

In his frustration, the old professor pulled out the class roster, which was arranged in alphabetical order by surname. He first called on a student named Bi, but as luck would have it, Bi had skipped class.

The professor let out a cold laugh and continued down the list, his voice aged yet forceful: “Cheng Jianian, Student Cheng, come on, answer this question.”

As soon as Cheng Jianian’s name was called, the classroom immediately buzzed with excitement, the atmosphere growing lively.

This was the elusive movie queen. Although everyone knew Cheng Jianian studied at A University, no one had ever seen her attend classes. They were all curious about why she had shown up today.

Cheng Jianian didn’t hesitate. She stood up promptly. The morning sun cast a warm, gentle light, illuminating her gray eyes with a brightness that still retained their usual elegance.

Her tone was measured, as if carrying an innate nobility. Her answer was both profound and accessible, unraveling the topic layer by layer with meticulous analysis, it was simply perfect.

The classroom immediately erupted in applause.

Shen Yunmiao’s lips curved almost imperceptibly. She had always known this person was heaven’s favored one, excelling in everything: family background, looks, acting skills, intelligence.

Just as she was about to withdraw her surreptitious gaze, she suddenly met those smiling gray eyes.

The silver-gray eyes were filled with a brilliant light, devoid of their usual coldness and detachment. They looked over as if seeking praise, brimming with barely contained delight.

Shen Yunmiao’s heart skipped a beat. Flustered, she lowered her head, the tips of her ears tinged with red.

The pen in her hand was already slick with sweat.

The old professor seemed fairly satisfied and nodded. “Alright, you may sit. Well said.”

Cheng Jianian didn’t stand on ceremony and immediately sat down. Coincidentally, the bell for the end of class rang at that very moment.

The old professor, in a better mood due to her fairly impressive performance earlier, said, “Take a ten-minute break. Next class, we’ll check in by scanning the code.”

Shen Yunmiao lowered her gaze, her expression calm.

Yet her mind lingered on those gray eyes filled with sunlight, like a rare break in the clouds on a chilly autumn afternoon. Suddenly, a note caught her eye, interrupting her unsettled thoughts.

It was a neatly trimmed slip of paper, the handwriting bold and elegant, with strokes as fluid as a dragon’s dance clearly written by someone with a proud and confident personality.

But the content of the note, unlike the handwriting, carried a somewhat pitiful and out-of-place tone:

“Miaomiao, are you unhappy? Did I do something wrong. I’m sorry, I just wanted to be friends with you.”

Shen Yunmiao could almost picture those pitiful gray eyes through the simple words, blinking softly, making it easy for one’s heart to soften.

She didn’t know how to respond to this question or what attitude to take toward the apology.

Forgive her? But this person hadn’t really done anything wrong, and what right did she have to grant forgiveness?

Reject her? She couldn’t bring herself to ignore the kindness this person had shown.

In all their past years as classmates, it had always been her secretly watching this person.

Xiao C had always been the center of attention, the focal point of the crowd, while she was just one among many. Now that their positions seemed reversed, it brought her no joy.

Shen Yunmiao unconsciously clenched her fingertips, her nails nearly digging into her palms, but the faint sting was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.

She knew she should clarify things with Xiao C make it clear that there was no need for an apology or guilt, that the matter with the kitten had nothing to do with her.

She should also make it clear that she didn’t need to keep offering kindness born out of guilt, because she might misinterpret it misinterpret that her own hidden feelings could be spoken aloud.

And she should clarify that the relationship between them could be that of classmates who hadn’t spoken in years, or of someone in a higher position and someone in a lower one, but it could never be one of friends.

Shen Yunmiao thought the problem didn’t lie with Xiao C but with her own inability to accept being friends with someone she had liked for seven years.

It was an utterly tormenting thought.

Yet she didn’t know how to bring it up, uncertain of what this person truly intended.

What if this was just a casual, simple gesture, no different from before, a means of tidying up loose ends, devoid of any real emotion?

Shen Yunmiao lowered her gaze, slowly pulling the note into her hand, but said nothing.

Cheng Jianian grew anxious. What did Miaomiao mean by this? Was she going to pretend she hadn’t seen it? But hadn’t Miaomiao said she liked her?

Feeling disheartened, her expression naturally soured, causing the classmates who had been eager to ask for her autograph to retreat.

They had already been curious about why Cheng Jianian was paying so much attention to Shen Yunmiao. Now, seeing the two sitting together, their suspicions only deepened. Assuming something had happened, they held back their questions.

Shen Yunmiao had no idea that her reaction had indirectly dampened the courage of a group of fans.

Forcing herself to break free from the prolonged negativity, she felt she couldn’t just stay silent. Yet speaking here didn’t seem right either.

The crowd was too large; she couldn’t let Xiao C face public scrutiny like this.

So she lifted her head, replacing her expression with the gentle smile she usually wore, as if nothing had happened.

“President Cheng, I’m not unhappy.” She looked at Cheng Jianian, who had raised her head in surprise, her lips curving just right. “If you’ve been acting this way recently because of the car accident there’s no need. It has nothing to do with you, and I won’t hold it against you.”

Cheng Jianian found herself at a loss for words. She wanted to say it wasn’t about the car accident at all, in fact, if it weren’t for that accident, she wouldn’t have stumbled her way back here, though the way she had left had been far too cruel.

She just liked Miaomiao wanted to treat Miaomiao well, to make her happy, to free her from worries so she would never have to wear a troubled expression again.

But if she said that, Miaomiao would surely ask why. In Miaomiao’s eyes, nothing had ever happened between them.

There were no memories of sharing a bed, no bond of mutual companionship, and no past of facing life and death together.

All of that had vanished with the death of a little white cat.

What if she said it anyway?

Cheng Jianian knew she was going mad. The consequences of speaking out were obvious but she also knew Miaomiao wouldn’t disbelieve her. Miaomiao would only feel heartache for her.

Taking a deep breath, Cheng Jianian resolved to release all those beautiful memories, sealed away in a box only she knew, into the open.

“Miaomiao, actually…” Her lips trembled, but no sound came out. Suddenly, she realized that whenever she tried to speak of that matter, it was as if she lost her voice, unable to utter a word.

Instantly, a chill crept up her spine, piercing straight to her heart.

Her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and a wave of sorrow washed so visibly over her face that it was impossible to ignore.

Her entire body began to tremble slightly.

As if she had been holding back to the breaking point.

Shen Yunmiao grew anxious at once, leaning closer and asking softly, “Jianian, what’s wrong? Jianian!”

Her breath was as fragrant as orchids, and as she drew near, the crisp scent of fresh snow enveloped them. The concern in her dark eyes was almost overflowing even calm, tepid water could reach a boiling point.

The atmosphere between the two grew inexplicably tense.

Seeing Shen Yunmiao’s worried expression, Cheng Jianian unexpectedly calmed down. She comforted herself: even though, due to the damned laws of this world, these memories might belong to her alone, it didn’t matter. Miaomiao loved her.

Whether she was a cat or a human.

Cheng Jianian had never received such intense love before pure and free of any ulterior motives, silently offering everything.

If she hadn’t witnessed it herself, she wouldn’t have believed such love existed in the world.

She was born into a family where true love was absent. Her parents had married for alliance, with no affection between them. Having her was merely a means to secure an heir and strengthen their position in the power struggle.

Her father reveled in a libertine lifestyle outside and ultimately died because of it. Her mother was solely obsessed with the game of power.

Becoming the chairman was her lifelong pursuit.

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