After Transmigrating as the "Green Tea" Fake Heiress, I Got My Happy Ending with the Real Heiress - Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Wen Yun was stunned by these words. She opened her mouth but hadn’t time to speak before Grandma Ruan nodded: “That’s fine too. Your aunt’s room hasn’t been slept in for many years. It doesn’t have the same life as your room.”

“But I don’t sleep very well…” Wen Yun said awkwardly.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” Ruan Yu smiled. “It’s only for one night. At worst, we can catch up on sleep when we get home tomorrow.”

Since she had put it that way, Wen Yun naturally couldn’t refuse. She said goodbye to Grandpa Ruan, followed Ruan Yu and Grandma Ruan to the wooden stairs in the house, and headed up to the second floor.

Most of the houses in Anxialing Village were two or three stories, built by the owners, and the Ruan family was no exception. While the rooms weren’t large, they were warmly decorated.

Ruan Yu’s room wasn’t big, only enough space for a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a bookshelf. The light blue curtains, adorned with small white floral prints, were tied to the sides of the window. A blue-and-white porcelain vase sat on the desk, holding dried flowers like sunflowers, forget-me-nots, and tickseed, giving off a faint fragrance when approached.

Grandma Ruan opened the wardrobe, took out two thin quilts, placed them on the bed, and asked Wen Yun: “Yunyun, which color do you like?”

Wen Yun glanced at them and almost blurted out: “Light blue.”

Unlike the original owner, who preferred pink and purple, she had always liked cool colors like blue, green, and cyan, for both clothes and everyday items.

Grandma Ruan then took out the matching pillows and was about to make the bed, but Ruan Yu quickly held down the quilts. “Grandma, let me do it. You just rest.”

“Alright, alright, Grandma will listen to you,” Grandma Ruan agreed. She sighed softly, and as she left, she remembered to lower the mosquito net curtain.

“Why did you suddenly suggest sleeping with me?” Wen Yun asked curiously, pulling a pillow aside.

Didn’t she seem reluctant to even bathe with her earlier?

“Grandma said it. My aunt’s room doesn’t have any life in it,” Ruan Yu spread out the quilt, skillfully making the bed. “Besides, Auntie doesn’t like anyone touching her things. Although that room has been kept for many years, it’s never been used by anyone other than Auntie.”

“If that’s the case, then why would Grandma think of preparing it for me to stay in?” Wen Yun wondered.

“Wen Yun is the heiress of the wealthy Wen family. Auntie’s room is bigger than mine and the decorations are a bit more elaborate. Grandma probably thought someone of your status would be more used to staying there,” Ruan Yu explained.

“I’m not that picky, though,” Wen Yun said, her gaze involuntarily drifting toward the bed. “But this bed… it does look a little crowded for two people.”

It seemed only slightly larger than the bed she slept on in her college dorm in her past life.

Wen Yun didn’t think she said anything odd, but the girl, who had been making the bed perfectly, suddenly paused in her movements, then asked in a quiet voice, “Is it crowded?”

“Uh, it’s fine! It’s okay to be crowded for one night!” Wen Yun quickly said. “I certainly don’t mind!”

Hearing this, Ruan Yu finally relaxed. She reached up and tucked the hair by her face, trying to conceal the tips of her ears that were starting to feel hot.

She thought she had been acting so strangely lately. How could she associate one word with that person…

Is there something wrong with my head…

Wen Yun was completely unaware of the girl’s thoughts. Ruan Yu was responsible for making the bed, so Wen Yun placed the two pillows, one gray and one blue, side-by-side. She examined the edges of the bed, which were suspended on both sides, and began to contemplate whether she should place a chair with a backrest on her side.

She hadn’t inherited the original owner’s good sleeping habits. If the bed wasn’t big enough, or if it didn’t have the kind of railing a dorm bed did, her body would be a mess when she slept. Waking up on the floor was a common occurrence.

Because of this, when she traveled for work in her past life, she would rather spend more money to sleep in a king-size room than share a room with several female colleagues.

Ruan Yu heard Wen Yun’s concerns, thought for a moment, and then went outside to move a long bench. She placed it in the small space between the bed and the wardrobe, then turned the chair from the desk and placed it at the head of the bed.

“There, now you don’t have to worry about falling off or pushing me off,” she said, half-jokingly, half-seriously.

After tidying the bed, it was almost eleven o’clock. Ruan Yu asked Grandma Ruan for a small vegetable basket and took Wen Yun to the vegetable patch outside their door to pick cucumbers and scallions.

The spotted large dog, not wanting to be left out, followed them out, wagging its head as it happily ran along the field paths.

Wen Yun quickly picked a bunch of scallions. When she turned around, she saw two cucumbers already in the small vegetable basket. Ruan Yu’s voice drifted from a distance, calling the spotted dog, urging it to go home.

Wen Yun was puzzled. When Ruan Yu came over with the spotted dog to retrieve the basket, she couldn’t help but ask, “I heard dogs in the village are free-roaming. It’s just running in the field. Does it need to be called home so urgently?”

“You don’t know how mischievous and clever they are. They behave on the small paths when someone is watching, but as soon as you leave, they step on the scallions and chew the vegetables!” Ruan Yu patted the dog’s head twice, ordering it to go. The dog obediently scampered towards the house.

It was then that Wen Yun noticed Ruan Yu had also picked a small bunch of mint. “Is this for making mint water?”

“To make cold-dressed mint,” Ruan Yu said. “If you want mint water, we can set some aside.”

“Where did you pick the mint?” Wen Yun curiously looked around. “I thought you were just calling the dog.”

So Ruan Yu took her to see a patch of mint growing in the field.

Wen Yun liked mint, especially the cool and refreshing feeling when soaked in water and chilled. With Ruan Yu’s permission, she picked more: some for the cold-dressed mint that lunchtime, and the rest to take back to the Wen household, dry, and steep in water.

By the time they returned home, the scent of cooking had already wafted from the kitchen.

Meals in the village were cooked over a large wood-burning stove. Grandma Ruan was a bit overwhelmed, managing the fire and the cooking alone. After Ruan Yu returned, she went to the stove to help regulate the fire.

Wen Yun rolled up her sleeves and went to wash the cucumbers and the mint for the cold dressing.

There weren’t many dishes for lunch: Stir-fried egg with tomato, plain chicken with chili bean paste, long beans stir-fried with preserved vegetables, twice-cooked pork, plus smashed cucumbers and cold-dressed mint—all simple home-cooked food.

Grandpa Ruan opened three cans of coconut juice, one for each of the three guests, including Sister Luo. He and Grandma Ruan shared a bottle of the calcium-fortified milk Wen Yun had brought, implicitly telling them how much they liked the gift.

It was hot in the afternoon, so Wen Yun and Ruan Yu worked on their homework together in the room. They each took one side of the desk, and a few mint leaves were steeping in a clear glass by their hands, a fresh and tempting green.

With the elective exam approaching, they had an increasing amount of holiday homework.

Wen Yun finally finished the reading comprehension section of her English paper. She took out a rough draft and began to outline the summary essay. Glancing up, she saw Ruan Yu had already taken out her composition book and was writing line after line rapidly, without any pause. Wen Yun couldn’t help but ask, “Have you thought about what major you want to pursue?”

Writing compositions so quickly meant she would generally have an advantage in humanities majors later.

Ruan Yu didn’t answer immediately. She finished a paragraph, then thought seriously, but shook her head, confused: “I’m still not quite sure what majors would suit me.”

In her past life, she only cared about getting good grades to earn recognition from her family and teachers, but she never considered her own future.

As the college entrance exam approached, although Langying High School organized lectures on choosing a major, she had never deeply engaged with that level of decision-making. Wen Yun and Wen Lu in her family both chose finance-related majors without hesitation, and as a member of the Wen family, she naturally set her sights on a finance major as well.

Unfortunately, she failed the exam and soon committed suicide, never making it to the much-anticipated university acceptance results that most high school students look forward to.

Wen Yun thought for a moment and said: “Arts majors usually require an art exam, but switching to art in the third year of high school is quite difficult. Plus, you’re not sure what you want to do yet, so I suggest being cautious with that path. Science and engineering majors have good prospects, meaning good job opportunities after graduation, but our elective subjects only include Biology from the sciences, so the range of choices is quite narrow. As for humanities majors, if you choose Chinese literature, it’s a versatile major. Other majors like English, Japanese, or History are generally said to have poor job prospects. The best employment option is probably passing the civil service exam to become a teacher.”

Ruan Yu was a little overwhelmed, but she took out her phone and diligently recorded Wen Yun’s words in her notes app.

“You don’t really need to write it all down. Choosing a major mainly depends on your interests and your plans for the future,” Wen Yun said. “If you like literature and want to research it deeply, choose Chinese Literature, and plan to pursue a Master’s degree after graduation. If you want to start working early, choose the most employable major. The main thing is your own preference.”

Having said this, she remembered what Lin Qiqi had mentioned earlier. She paused, then added: “Of course, if you want to go into a finance major, you can. Your aunt is in business. You can talk to her before filling out your college application. If she’s willing to mentor you, then choose finance and follow her lead afterward.”

Ruan Yu burst into laughter: “The way you put it, it sounds like my aunt is some kind of gang leader.”

The two of them laughed heartily. Once they were done laughing, they went back to tackling their homework.

After all, that future was still a long way off.

In the evening, the sunset glow illuminated the entire sky, staining the azure a dreamy purple.

Wen Yun held her phone, continuously snapping photos of the sky, capturing the distant mountains and fields. After checking her album and adding a slight ‘de-fogging’ filter, she immediately posted nine photos on her Moments feed.

Cloud: “The dreamlike sunset in the countryside.”

Less than half a minute after she posted the update, WeChat prompted: “Ruan Yuchi liked your post.”

Seeing that ‘like’ ID, Wen Yun thought for a moment, then asked the girl sitting beside her, “Do you want to post something too?”

“Post what?” Ruan Yu looked up, asking confusedly.

“Well, photos,” Wen Yun explained. “To leave some beautiful memories of your life for yourself and let the internet remember them for you. When you look at the photos later, you’ll remember what happened at that time.”

Ruan Yu in her past life had a miserable time just existing, but now that everything was starting over, she could have her own beautiful memories.

Ruan Yu found this reasonable. She pondered seriously for a moment, then called over the two large dogs, having them squat on either side of Wen Yun.

“…What are you doing?” Wen Yun was baffled. She instinctively stroked both dogs’ heads, an unconscious smile forming on her lips.

A shutter sound clicked at that exact moment. When the girl moved her phone away, Wen Yun was met with her bright and mischievous smile.

Wen Yun seemed to understand her intention and smiled exasperatedly, “Just taking a picture of me and the dogs won’t do, will it?”

With that, before Ruan Yu could speak, she pulled the girl to sit next to her. Like a magician, she pulled a selfie stick from her purse, expertly connected Ruan Yu’s phone to it, and extended the stick by pressing the button.

“Come on, look at the camera and say, ‘Rua!”

Ruan Yu obediently followed suit. With a “click,” the two girls and the two dogs were frozen on the screen.

The dogs’ tails wagged so fast they were a blur, and the people were smiling genuinely and brightly.

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