After Transmigrating as the "Green Tea" Fake Heiress, I Got My Happy Ending with the Real Heiress - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Ruan Yu could not fathom why the bizarre event of dying, resurrecting, and returning to the past had happened to her.

However, the experiences of her past life had always been a bizarre nightmare for her she was helpless and thwarted at every turn. No matter how hard she tried, it seemed there was no way out; on the contrary, she only sank deeper.

Despair accumulated little by little, and being completely ignored on her birthday was simply the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

After taking an overdose of sleeping pills that night, she thought she would find liberation after enduring the intense pain and suffocation, but instead, she returned to the very dusk when she was first brought back to the Wen family!

Moreover, so many things that had happened upon her arrival at the Wen family were things she never experienced in her previous life.

In her memory, that day was gloomy and oppressive. Her birth parents’ coldness and disdain had almost shattered all her fantasies about blood ties and family affection.

In the end, only Wen Yun had thoughtfully cared for her, allowing her to find a sliver of warmth in this unfamiliar “home.”

However…

It was only much later that she realized, belatedly, that Wen Yun was the one who hated her the most.

Everything Wen Yun said and everything she did were all traps designed to lead her to her death, step by step pushing her into a hell from which she could never recover.

Living this life again, her heart was completely chilled, and she had no intention of letting anyone who had hurt her off the hook.

Yet, she now found that the Wen Yun of this life seemed to have undergone a complete change of character.

When led to the second-floor bathroom door, Ruan Yu couldn’t help but feel a little lost, unsure how to even face Wen Yun beside her.

The hatred she felt for this person seemed to be batted away like a blow to cotton wool, starting from the moment Wen Yun handed her the tissues in the car, over and over again.

Wen Yun didn’t know what Ruan Yu was thinking at the moment. Seeing her standing by the door in a daze, she couldn’t resist calling her name: “Xiao Yu?”

“Mm!” Ruan Yu snapped back to attention. “I’m listening.”

“Go inside and take a look first,” Wen Yun gestured. “If you see any toiletries or equipment you’ve never seen before, you wouldn’t mind me explaining them to you, would you?”

“Thank you, I don’t mind.” Ruan Yu quickly agreed and walked inside.

She didn’t show any familiarity with the place. After scanning the bathroom, she looked at Wen Yun and said softly, “I just want to take a shower. How should I do it?”

“Just use the shower!” Wen Yun quickly pointed it out to her. “Look, this is the switch for controlling the water temperature. Adjust the hot and cold by the colors.”

As Ruan Yu reached out to try it, Wen Yun walked to the nearby counter and picked up a small bottle. The bottle was covered in dense foreign text it was the shower gel the original host commonly used.

“This is shower gel; it’s for washing your body. Just rub it open in your hands, and next time you can try using a bath pouf.” Wen Yun handed the small bottle to Ruan Yu. “But it produces a lot of foam, so be sure not to squeeze too much out!”

While Ruan Yu was examining the shower gel, the housekeeper wheeled her suitcase over and reminded them softly from the doorway: “Miss Yunyun, Miss Xiao Yu’s underwear and home clothes weren’t bought in time.”

This line was very familiar to Wen Yun. In the original text, the original host’s reply was to let the protagonist wear the home clothes she had brought herself. However, the protagonist’s home clothes were not only outdated but also looked shabby, and when the protagonist appeared before Father and Mother Wen wearing them, she was naturally looked down upon again.

“Then Xiao Yu can wear my home clothes for now,” Wen Yun said without a second thought. “Thank you for your trouble, Aunt Ge!”

Watching the housekeeper leave, Wen Yun saw Ruan Yu grasping the handle of her suitcase, seemingly at a loss, and quickly said, “It’s okay. Just tell Aunt Ge your size, and you’ll have new clothes in a couple of days.”

“Thank you,” Ruan Yu nodded slightly.

“Don’t be a stranger. You can call me Yunyun from now on. We’re family, no need to be so formal.”

Wen Yun said it casually, then remembered that the original host was the fake heiress who had usurped the position. She secretly cursed herself for her slip-up and was about to explain, but when she looked up, she found Ruan Yu smiling innocently. The explanation instantly got caught in her throat.

…Forget it. If she treats the protagonist well in the future, she might still have the nerve to be family.

“Take your time showering, no need to rush.” She hurriedly left the words, turned, and walked out of the bathroom. After thinking for a moment, she went downstairs and returned to the living room.

According to the original text, the protagonist’s birth parents’ dislike of the protagonist was partly due to the original host’s “contribution.”

If the original host could slander the protagonist in front of Father and Mother Wen, then she could certainly do the opposite and take the opportunity to praise the protagonist.

Upon reaching a spot near the elders, Wen Yun called out “Mom and Dad” sweetly again. She affectionately sat next to Mother Wen, embracing her arm, and said, “Xiao Yu is really so well-behaved, and her voice is gentle and soft. It sounds so comforting. I couldn’t help but talk to her more. You will forgive me, won’t you?”

Outside the bathroom, Ruan Yu quickly picked out the underwear and casual wear she needed to change into, wrapped them in a T-shirt, and placed them on the shelf.

After zipping up the suitcase, she glanced around, her gaze finally landing on her own face in the mirror.

Everything here was strange to her.

The bathrooms on the second floor were all separate, with five in total. Four were exclusive private bathrooms, and the extra one was for relatives, usually left unused.

As for the bathroom on the first floor, it was the public bathroom used by the housekeeper, maids, and bodyguards and it was where she had showered in her previous life.

Every family member in the Wen house had their own private bathroom on the second floor.

Except… “every family member” did not include her.

Recalling the faces in this villa, and the look of disdain in their eyes when they saw her back then, and the various things they had done to her, Ruan Yu frowned and clutched her stomach. She felt a faint residual pain from having taken the medicine in her previous life, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead. Her breathing became rapid.

“Miss Xiao Yu.”

The housekeeper’s voice sounded from behind. “Miss Yunyun’s home clothes have been brought.”

Ruan Yu quickly lowered her hand, turned around, and habitually forced an impeccably elegant smile toward the housekeeper, watching her hang a nightgown in the wardrobe.

It was a conservative, cream-white long gown.

“Miss Yunyun hopes the gift she gives is not taken lightly,” the housekeeper reminded her meaningfully.

“Mm, I will cherish this gown dearly,” Ruan Yu maintained her smile with effort.

The bathroom door closed tightly, and Ruan Yu’s smile instantly vanished. She clutched her subtly aching stomach again.

She realized, belatedly, that this was likely a stress reaction from severe psychological trauma.

After calming down for a while, she turned on the faucet and let the warm water run over her, her gaze drifting to the nightgown in the wardrobe. She couldn’t help but recall the words Wen Yun had spoken before getting out of the car.

“This is your home to begin with.”

“You must find a way to secure the room on the second floor for yourself.”

Could the Wen Yun of this life… truly want to be good to her?

But she quickly denied the suspicion.

When she first arrived at the Wen family in her past life, she had thought the same way, but reality had already proven that all that concern was nothing more than Wen Yun’s trap.

She knew Ruan Yu longed for that kind of care, so she deliberately provided it.

Taking a deep breath, Ruan Yu continued to wash her body.

She must remain vigilant. She absolutely cannot be deceived by Wen Yun again!

Wen Yun, who was currently lavishing praise on Ruan Yu to Father and Mother Wen, suddenly let out a sneeze without warning.

Mother Wen, in a panic, quickly felt her forehead and reached for a handkerchief to wipe her nose.

Wen Yun’s parents had died early in her past life, and she was not used to such care. She immediately became nervous, quickly took the handkerchief, wiped her nose carefully, and said in a meek tone, “Thank you, Mom.”

“Yunyun, are you tired?” Mother Wen took back the handkerchief and asked worriedly. “Mom told you long ago, the driver and bodyguard could go pick her up, and you could just stay home and wait with us.”

Although she had known for a long time how ridiculous the elders’ favoritism toward the original host was, hearing these words so clearly still made Wen Yun feel rather uneasy.

So, she straightened her back and said seriously, “Mom, if the wrong child hadn’t been held back then, I would be the one who spent all those years in the countryside, not Xiao Yu.”

“I went to Xiao Yu’s house and saw how hard she worked. She lost her adoptive parents when she was young and was raised slowly by her elderly grandparents. As soon as she grew strong enough, she started helping with the farm work.”

“Yunyun…” Mother Wen looked like she wanted to speak but couldn’t, clutching the handkerchief tightly.

“Mom, Xiao Yu suffered so much in my place. I feel so guilty toward her, so I wanted to personally pick her up and tell her that she has a Mom and Dad she can rely on, and that Mom and Dad will love her dearly.”

Seeing that Mother Wen was not stopping her, Wen Yun struck while the iron was hot and continued, “After coming home, she can be just like me: she can openly be affectionate with Mom and Dad, and she can have the best education and living environment.”

As she spoke, she inexplicably felt a sting in her nose and a mist of tears well up in her eyes. She took the opportunity to blink, sniffle, cover half her face, and choked out, “I’m sorry, Mom and Dad, I—I lost my composure…”

For a moment, the living room was silent, with only her faint sobs audible.

Wen Yun was acting with genuine emotion on the surface, but her heart was pounding wildly underneath. She was terribly nervous and was wondering what to say next when a cool handkerchief touched her cheek.

“Don’t cry, Yunyun. Mom was too thoughtless. Mom didn’t mean to say those things!” Mother Wen’s eyes turned red as she wiped Wen Yun’s tears. “Mom truly didn’t know Xiao Yu had such a hard life. Can you forgive Mom?”

Wen Yun: …

She suddenly understood why the original host was a ‘Green Tea.’

After answering with a choked voice, Wen Yun secretly glanced at Father Wen, who had remained seated on the side.

From the start until now, Mother Wen had been the one interacting with her. The father, in contrast, seemed like a cold, detached outsider.

Should I say he truly lives up to his name as a cold-blooded capitalist?

Wen Yun thought for a moment and then asked Father Wen expectantly, “Dad, can I give my art studio to Xiao Yu as a bedroom?”

Father Wen paused, looking at her in surprise.

“I haven’t painted in years, so leaving that studio empty is a waste,” Wen Yun explained. “And Xiao Yu is so thin! I heard that thin people lack Vitamin D and need more sun. The sunlight in the art studio is wonderful.”

The original host’s art studio was also on the second floor. It was very spacious, with plenty of room even after placing a large bed, and the desks and cabinets were grand in style. The layout could be freely arranged, and it had a floor-to-ceiling window with excellent light.

Seeing Father Wen sink into thought, looking away and slow to respond, Wen Yun deliberately said cautiously, “I’m sorry, Dad. I said something willful. Are you angry with me?”

“Angry about what? Don’t I know your temper?” Father Wen laughed instead, saying slowly, “But after renovation, it needs at least three months of ventilation. Before that, Xiao Yu will have to make do with the guest room.”

Wen Yun had been waiting for that line. She immediately smiled, her eyes curved, and clapped her hands joyfully: “I knew Dad was the best!”

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