After the Vicious Supporting Female Character Became the Heroine's Cat - Chapter 29.2

It was the mess the little kitten had made before leaving, and she had deliberately left it untouched, almost as a form of self-punishment. She would often sit on the sofa, reminiscing about her well-behaved little cat.

Shen Yunmiao thought she was quite peculiar herself. Jian Shen had clearly offered to give her another cat, but she felt as though she couldn’t cross that threshold and had refused every time.

And so, she spent her days in an empty room, her heart aching with pain.

Humans were truly strange creatures.

Nostalgia always tugged at her, making it impossible to let go of the past or forget what was lost.

Cheng Nian’s gaze fell on the coffee table, and her heart stirred slightly. The thought that from now on, those memories would be hers alone to carefully preserve left her in silence.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere grew tranquil and somewhat heavy.

It was Cheng Nian who eventually broke the oppressive and peculiar silence. She asked, “Miaomiao, where’s the bead bracelet I gave you? Why aren’t you wearing it?”

She was growing impatient. That necklace held extraordinary significance, it was almost like marking someone as hers.

The thought of Xu Baiyang’s disgusting gaze earlier that evening made her even more eager for Shen Yunmiao to wear the white jade bead bracelet.

Similarly, Xu Baiyang’s behavior served as a reminder: although Miaomiao was the protagonist of this world, she was often subjected to inexplicable harm.

Who knew when some fool might try something? She had to ensure that anyone who laid eyes on Miaomiao would instantly know she was not to be trifled with.

Better to avoid further trouble.

Shen Yunmiao had no idea about her well-intentioned concerns and didn’t even immediately recall which bead bracelet she was referring to. It took her a moment to realize it was the item from the gift box.

Instantly feeling guilty, she hadn’t even opened the gift box, let alone worn its contents. She couldn’t bring herself to meet Cheng Nian’s eyes.

Her tone noticeably softened as she said, “I thought it was too precious. I was afraid of damaging it.”

There was nothing wrong with that explanation. Something Cheng Nian casually gave could very well be exceptionally valuable to her.

Moreover, due to some inexplicable sentiment, Shen Yunmiao did prefer to keep the things Cheng Nian gave her as collectibles rather than use them.

She couldn’t explain it too clearly.

So she simply summarized it as being afraid of damaging the gift.

Cheng Nian grew a bit anxious but kept her tone gentle. “There’s no need to worry about damaging it. Isn’t it worse to let it sit and rot? Wearing it is better jade nurtures people, and people nurture jade. The more you wear it, the more spiritual it becomes.”

As she spoke, it seemed she had already anticipated that even with this explanation, Shen Yunmiao might not obediently retrieve and wear the bracelet. So she issued a direct, command-like urging: “Go get it and put it on now.”

Shen Yunmiao had no choice but to turn around, feeling the scorching gaze on her back as if it could burn through her. She quickly pulled out the gift box and discreetly covered her notebook with something nearby.

Cheng Jianian had excellent eyesight and clearly saw her every move, instantly feeling a playful urge. She actually stood up and walked over, exclaiming in surprise, “Wow, Miaomiao, what’s this?”

Shen Yunmiao’s heart nearly stopped. Watching Cheng Jianian squat down right in front of her, she wanted to stop her: “It’s nothing, just randomly placed.”

Cheng Jianian innocently held up the familiar photo album, pretending to be hurt: “Ah, so my photo album was just randomly placed here?”

It turned out the item she had just covered the notebook with happened to be the photo album Cheng Jianian had shoved at her that morning. Shen Yunmiao felt a complex mix of emotions speechless yet relieved it was a false alarm.

She brushed it off: “No, no, I just haven’t had time to put it in the cabinet yet. It’s just temporarily placed here.”

Cheng Jianian found it amusing but didn’t want to push too hard, so she slowly pushed the photo album back.

Seeing her diary completely concealed again, the heavy stone in Shen Yunmiao’s heart finally lifted, and her smile became more genuine: “Sit down, let me cut some fruit for you.”

Some basic hospitality was necessary, otherwise it would seem even stranger.

Shen Yunmiao quickly pulled two oranges from the small refrigerator. She was fairly indifferent to fruit, so aside from oranges, there wasn’t much else inside.

In fact, it wasn’t just with fruit every aspect of her life was extremely minimalistic, almost to the point of being spartan.

Growing up in such an environment had left Shen Yunmiao with nearly nonexistent material desires and an exceptional tolerance for hardship. Not that she enjoyed suffering it was mainly due to her abysmal luck, encountering every kind of misfortune imaginable, whether natural disasters or human errors.

Sometimes, Cheng Jianian truly felt that the author of this novel actually despised Shen Yunmiao, specifically sending her here to endure hardships.

Shen Yunmiao wiped the fruit knife, her pale fingers swiftly creating a plate of evenly sized, beautifully presented orange slices.

A work of art. This was a work of art.

Little Cheng zong stared dreamily at those slender, elegant hands, lost in thought.

Then, Shen Yunmiao brought the plate to the coffee table, awkwardly adding, “The table’s a bit messy haven’t had time to tidy up yet.”

Whether it was truly a matter of time or simply unwillingness, both of them knew the truth.

Cheng Jianian didn’t call her out, just went to wash her hands and quietly started eating the oranges.

But it was this hand-washing that caused a problem. Under her pushed-up gauzy sleeves, a string of black jade beads was clearly visible, resting quietly around her wrist.

Shen Yunmiao stared in astonishment at the white jade bead bracelet she had just put on after cutting the fruit still not even warmed by her skin. Obviously, these were a matching set.

She fell silent, wondering inwardly: Do friends usually do this?

She had almost no friends. Even if she did, they were only temporary companions connections made just to avoid complete isolation from others. So she didn’t know if friends were supposed to be this intimate.

Giving flowers was one thing.

But even wearing matching bead bracelets?

Shen Yunmiao’s mind was in turmoil. Meanwhile, Little Cheng zong, ever the seasoned veteran, remained completely unbothered. She took off the bracelet and continued eating oranges as if nothing had happened.

After a few bites, she looked up, blinking: “I can’t finish these, Miaomiao. Why don’t you take off your bracelet and have some oranges too?”

The living room light was a leftover from the landlord, an old-fashioned large crystal chandelier that looked retro and magnificent, but due to prolonged use, the light had grown somewhat dim.

It shone into her gray eyes, softening the originally cool and indifferent hue of her gaze, adding a touch of warmth.

Coupled with the faint orange juice stain at the corner of her lips, it glistened with a dewy sheen.

Shen Yunmiao nodded almost without thinking, mechanically going to wash her hands, though in reality, her mind was elsewhere, filled entirely with that warm glow and shimmer.

She sat down and reached for an orange slice. Cheng Jianian, as if teasing her, would pick up whichever slice she reached for.

Even the most patient person would feel a hint of irritation, but Shen Yunmiao was always forbearing, so she merely shifted her delicate fingers slightly to pick another slice.

In the end, Cheng Jianian had teased her enough and, with a swift motion, placed her own hand over Shen Yunmiao’s.

Two hands, one slender and fair, exuding a delicate radiance, the other with distinct knuckles, elegant like bamboo shoots, the one on top completely covering the one beneath.

When Cheng Jianian had been a cat, she had always been the one whose paw was covered, so she couldn’t help but curiously squeeze the slender, soft hand beneath her palm.

At that squeeze, both of them froze.

Shen Yunmiao was the first to withdraw her hand, her ears turning red as she said, “I… I don’t really like oranges. If you can’t finish them, just leave them be.”

Cheng Jianian also realized how inappropriate her action had been and didn’t dare say anything reckless, silently lowering her head to eat the orange slices.

Shen Yunmiao stood up to wash her hands again, thinking about the playful teasing moments earlier. For a moment, she felt as though she were still playing with her little cat.

She shook her head, thinking to herself how absurd she was becoming.

After finishing the oranges, Cheng Jianian, still embarrassed by what had happened, didn’t dare linger any longer. She quickly messaged her driver and left in no time.

On the way back, she sat in the seat Shen Yunmiao had occupied earlier, sensing the faint scent of fresh snow lingering in the air. Her fingertips still seemed to retain the soft touch from before.

Suddenly, she let out a low chuckle.

Her heart was filled with an indescribable joy.

The two attended classes together for another week, mostly following the same routine. Cheng Jianian changed her outfits daily, pestering Shen Yunmiao to explain various problems to her.

In the end, she would drag her out for a meal, and whether she had time or not, she would deliberately make a brief appearance among the spoiled second-generation heirs in their social circle.

The group was utterly stunned, unable to comprehend how Miss Cheng had suddenly developed an interest in women.

It couldn’t even be called an interest in women, really, because Shen Yunmiao’s face was pure and gentle, the epitome of a first-love look, appearing every bit like a young girl.

A few bold ones even tried to “recommend” others of this type to Cheng Jianian, but without exception, they were all told to get lost.

Time flew by, and soon it was the movie’s release day. As expected, with Young Master Cheng’s no-expense-spared promotion and marketing, the film’s box office didn’t suffer despite the scandal involving the female lead, Qiao Jingshu.

On the contrary, it showed a rising trend.

At the same time, Shen Yunmiao, thanks to her looks and the misfortunes she had encountered before, naturally gained a bit of popularity.

Young Master Cheng had a simple idea: he hoped she could become an instant hit through this film, sparing her any further troubles along the way.

However, perhaps due to the self-correcting nature of the plot, this goal was never achieved. No matter how hard she tried, Shen Yunmiao’s level of attention seemed to be stuck at a certain threshold neither increasing nor decreasing.

Cheng Jianian felt anxious. Even though the incident with Jian Shen had already altered the plot, encountering this situation now made her feel that the storyline might truly be difficult to change.

But those plot developments were all ones she wished to avoid.

In any case, Jian Shen noticed the trend and shifted the promotional focus toward Shen Yunmiao, seizing the opportunity to announce the casting for the new film.

And as scheduled, the promotional event in the plot where Shen Yunmiao encountered trouble also arrived.

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