After Transmigrating as the "Green Tea" Fake Heiress, I Got My Happy Ending with the Real Heiress - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Sniffing the faint scent of shower gel lingering on her skin, Ruan Yu looked at the nightgown in the wardrobe one more time.

In her previous life, she had met her birth parents wearing the clothes she’d brought from the countryside. At this moment, she couldn’t help but wonder: If I wore better-looking clothes to meet my parents, would the way they look at me be different from the last life?

A faint spark of expectation ignited in her heart, but she quickly and ruthlessly extinguished it.

She knew very well how much her current appearance displeased her birth parents her skin was dark and rough, and she was overly thin due to malnutrition. Even the most expensive clothes would still make her look like she was from the countryside at a glance.

After changing into the nightgown, Ruan Yu put on the new summer sandals the housekeeper had brought, placed her dirty clothes in the laundry basket, and moved the suitcase near the door to a spot where it wouldn’t obstruct the path. Then, she walked downstairs toward the living room.

She was considering what tone to use to greet her birth parents when she looked up and saw Wen Yun stand up. The next second, she heard Wen Yun exclaim.

“Oh! Xiao Yu, you look so beautiful in this dress!” Wen Yun’s face lit up with a surprised smile. She pulled Ruan Yu over to the elders without question. “Mom and Dad, look! Xiao Yu is just one of those natural clothes hangers, isn’t she?”

Ruan Yu cooperated by showing a polite smile. She let Wen Yun affectionately pull her to sit down and apologized, “I’m sorry, I kept you waiting, Mom and Dad.”

“Not at all!” Mother Wen quickly said with a smile, reaching out to her again. “Come here, Xiao Yu. Let Mom have a closer look.”

The housekeeper quickly brought tea and refreshments.

High-quality Ceylon black tea was slowly poured into the bone china teacup. The clear, pale red tea, made brilliant by the white cup, vaguely reminded Ruan Yu of blood dissolving in water, causing her to momentarily drift off.

“Xiao Yu, we don’t have an extra master bedroom right now, so you’ll have to make do with the guest room for the time being.”

She heard her father say.

Familiar words, familiar arrangements.

“It’s alright, I’m not bothered at all.” Ruan Yu knew the hidden meaning and shook her head, maintaining a polite smile. “Thank you, Mom and Dad, for worrying about me.”

Her father nodded and continued, “Yunyun is willing to give up her art studio to be converted into your bedroom. You and she can go upstairs to look at it in a moment. Tomorrow, I’ll hire a designer, and you just need to tell the designer your ideas.”

Ruan Yu was stunned, unable to believe her ears.

Wen Yun had actually voluntarily given up her beloved art studio to have it converted into a bedroom for her?!

Before she could speak, she heard Wen Yun say with a laugh, “Dad, dinner is coming soon. Can I take Xiao Yu to see it now?”

“You, child! Xiao Yu hasn’t even had a sip of tea yet!” Her mother interjected, then pushed a plate of cookies toward Ruan Yu. “Xiao Yu, try this before you go. They are pure handmade cookies, baked by the pastry chef at home.”

As she bit into the sweet cookie, Ruan Yu even wondered if she was dreaming.

A beautiful dream she had always longed for, yet could never realize.

But when she looked up at the happy family of three before her, she suddenly felt that she was being far too naive.

If her birth parents genuinely cared about her or had even the slightest hope for her to integrate into this family, then she would have realized her dream in her last life.

Instead of returning to the starting point of everything after her death.

She couldn’t help but look at Wen Yun again, her emotions growing even more complicated.

Wen Yun, meanwhile, was checking her attribute panel.

Current Name in Use: Wen Yun Current Survival Time: 30 hours Tea-ness Degree: 14 points Interpersonal Relationships: [Click to expand]

She hadn’t activated the ‘Green Tea’ talk template at all just now; everything was improvisation. She just occasionally threw in some non-aggressive ‘Green Tea’ remarks mixed with normal sentences, and she hadn’t expected to accumulate this much Tea-ness degree.

“Host, you can draw a mystery item once for 10 points of ‘Tea-ness’!” The system actively opened the exchange store.

Wen Yun acknowledged it and exchanged her 14 points for 14 Junior Life Extension Cards without hesitation.

System: “…fine.”

“First, accumulate a comfortably adequate survival time, then become a gambler,” Wen Yun explained. She glanced at her survival time, which had risen to 72 hours, and couldn’t help but sigh.

It looks like achieving freedom from survival time anxiety in the short term will be a bit challenging.

She had just taken a large sip of tea to calm herself when she heard Ruan Yu apologize, “Thank you, Mom. I still haven’t recovered from the carsickness, so I really can’t eat anymore.”

Seeing that Mother Wen still intended to persuade her, Wen Yun quickly swallowed her tea and said, “Mom, I’ll take Xiao Yu upstairs to relax for a bit! We still have dinner to eat later!”

With that, she put down her teacup, stood up, and extended her hand to Ruan Yu with a smile.

Ruan Yu nodded, gently placing her hand in Wen Yun’s palm, and said softly, “Thank you for your trouble, Yunyun.”

Holding her hand, Wen Yun led her back to the second floor. While quickly reviewing the original host’s memories of the art studio, she took Ruan Yu to the studio door.

“After I started high school, I got busy with my studies and practicing musical instruments, so I haven’t had time to paint,” Wen Yun said, turning the key inserted in the door. “But the maid comes here to clean regularly, so the room has always been very clean, with no dust accumulation.”

The door opened, and a dim and quiet art studio appeared in their view.

Wen Yun walked to the window and drew open the heavy curtains. The twilight light immediately poured in, casting a faint red glow over everything inside.

An easel stood on the floor by the window, with two painting stools around it one for a water bucket and the other for sitting.

In the wooden storage cabinet away from the window, one half contained plaster casts, various fruit and vegetable models, and palettes, tubes of paint, etc., while the other half contained Chinese calligraphy and painting tools. Next to it was a delicate wooden table, with an inkstone and a brush holder on top, and the chair was also a Chinese wooden chair of fine material.

Wen Yun had wanted to complain about this “East meets West” layout when she read the book, but now seeing it in person, she felt a strange sense of luck for the protagonist. With both options laid out before her, if she had the ability, she could either focus on one or pursue both.

But… what did the protagonist think?

Would she seize this opportunity?

Wen Yun thought for a moment and tried to provoke her: “This will be your bedroom from now on. If you’re not interested in painting, all these things can be moved out later. You don’t have to worry about my feelings.”

“But I’ve never learned how to paint,” Ruan Yu looked at her, saying awkwardly, “I don’t even know if I’m interested in it.”

Their eyes met, and Wen Yun instantly understood what she was trying to express. Her heart leaped with joy, and she quickly exclaimed, “Oh dear! Look at my memory! I’m sorry! How about this: I’ll talk to Mom and Dad during dinner and ask them to hire a painting teacher for you. If you want to learn any musical instruments, you can also bring it up to them as soon as possible.”

“Will that be too much trouble for Mom and Dad?” Ruan Yu asked softly. “If I want to learn many things, will they… get angry?”

“Why would they get angry?” Wen Yun countered, raising her voice subconsciously. “You are so excellent and want to learn everything. If Mom and Dad were to get angry at you for that, they would be too unappreciative!”

These were, in fact, the words she had most wanted to say to the protagonist when reading the novel.

In the environment of the original text, the protagonist, who was forced into the circle of the wealthy, had done her absolute best. To put it harshly, the Wen family was indebted to her.

Ruan Yu was probably not expecting her to say such a thing. Her face instantly showed surprise, but she quickly recovered, nodded, and smiled again: “Okay, I’ll listen to you, Yunyun.”

“Then I’ll take you to see the music room,” Wen Yun said. “If you see an instrument you like and want to learn, be sure to tell Mom and Dad!”

The soundproof music room wasn’t far from the art studio; it was just a few steps away.

Seeing Ruan Yu look at a closed door across the hallway, Wen Yun recalled her memory and said, “That’s my brother’s room, but he’s still studying abroad and won’t be back until before Christmas.”

In the original text, the protagonist had a scholarly older brother, Wen Lu, whose presence was very low. He was a textbook example of a doting older brother to the original host, spoiling her even more than Father and Mother Wen.

When he learned that the original host, who had grown up with him, was not his biological sister, he was devastated for a long time. Then, under the original host’s continuous and inflammatory manipulation, he developed a growing hostility toward the protagonist. He secretly assisted the original host in many unsavory deeds, all to drive the protagonist, who was “bullying his sister,” out of the house.

Recalling this outrageous original plot, Wen Yun felt a chill run down her own spine and quickly pushed open the door to the music room.

There weren’t many instruments in the music room: a grand piano, a violin locked in a cabinet, various wind instruments lined up in another cabinet, and different sizes of wooden guitars hanging on the wall.

According to the original text, the original host specialized in the piano, while her brother, Wen Lu, was learning the violin. She was only slightly familiar with the other instruments.

Wen Yun remembered that Ruan Yu had diligently practiced the piano in the original text—after all, the piano was easier to start with.

Unfortunately, the time she could dedicate to practice was too short, and she was busy preparing for the high school entrance exam. She never even managed to take the grading exam before her death.

She sighed internally, opened the piano lid, and lifted the dust cover.

“This is a piano,” Wen Yun introduced. “You… should have seen one in music class, right?”

In the original text, the protagonist attended school in the town below the mountain. Even for optional courses like music and art, they still had basic facilities.

Seeing Ruan Yu nod, Wen Yun enthusiastically invited her: “Then, would you like to touch it and play a few notes to hear what it sounds like?”

Ruan Yu quickly waved her hands: “No need…”

“Don’t be shy! I just said that if you like an instrument, you can learn it. Just play freely; I won’t mind.” Wen Yun said.

Hearing this, Ruan Yu was surprised again.

She knew Wen Yun cherished this piano very much. She would definitely wash her hands before playing and carefully cover it with the dust cover afterward. Even if her brother, Wen Lu, wanted to borrow the piano, Wen Yun would supervise him to ensure he washed his hands thoroughly before allowing him to touch it.

How could someone who treasured her piano as much as Wen Yun say things like “touch it” or “play freely”?

Ruan Yu was completely baffled. After hesitating for a few seconds, she tentatively said, “Actually, I’m worried that playing without washing my hands will dirty your piano. I just touched a cookie, even though I wiped my hands with a tissue…”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind at all.”

Before she could finish her sentence, she heard Wen Yun say with a smile.

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