After Transmigrating as the "Green Tea" Fake Heiress, I Got My Happy Ending with the Real Heiress - Chapter 43

Chapter 43

In her drowsy state, Wen Yun suddenly remembered the last time she was at the Wen family’s private hospital—it was accompanying the allergic Ruan Yu for an allergen blood test and an IV drip.

She hadn’t expected it would be Ruan Yu’s turn to accompany her so soon.

As she was reminiscing, a piece of something cold was suddenly pressed against her forehead, making her shiver. She then met Ruan Yu’s gaze.

“How do you feel? Is your throat sore? Are you dizzy?” Ruan Yu asked.

“Actually, a little of both…” Wen Yun said sheepishly, touching the fever-reducing patch on her forehead, and quickly reassured her, “It’s fine, just the common flu. How many people in our class have caught it already?”

The flu had been circulating in the class for a while before she was infected. At least ten students had already taken leave due to fever. She thought her regular exercise and good nutrition would help her resist, but she ended up falling sick too.

“Then drink some hot water?” Ruan Yu took out her thermos. “When I used to have a fever, my grandmother always told me to drink plenty of hot water and sweat it out; it helps the body detoxify.”

Afraid of infecting her, Wen Yun quickly took out her own water bottle. “Okay, you can pour the water in here.”

She specifically requested a bed in the infusion room. After the IV was set up, she relaxed and lay down, opening her attribute panel. Sure enough, the status showed “Catching a Cold”, followed by a link to the store.

Perhaps because the System detected the host’s health abnormality, the store surprisingly included an item called “Special Cold Medicine (1-Pill Cure)”.

But the moment Wen Yun saw the price of 88 Tea Value, she immediately closed the exchange page.

Due to her less-than-ideal performance in the subject exams, she had been immersed in studying for the past two months, ignoring outside matters. The frequency of her green tea remarks had decreased significantly. She had even resorted to claiming she was writing a play script about a green tea protagonist and used the absurd reason of “practicing green tea dialogue” to earn Tea Value from Ruan Yu.

The strange thing was that Ruan Yu was always cooperative. Her ability to exchange for props and survive until now was largely thanks to Ruan Yu.

“I need to sleep for a bit,” Wen Yun placed the arm with the IV needle in a safe position, pointing to the desk next to the bed. “You go ahead and study. I’ve set an alarm!”

The experience of living alone in her past life taught her how to be independent, even when getting an IV drip.

Ruan Yu agreed, but when Wen Yun was woken up by the alarm, she found the girl sitting by the bed, looking up at the IV bag.

Review materials were laid out on the desk, but how much Ruan Yu had actually studied while she slept remained unknown.

Noticing Wen Yun stirring, the girl looked away, leaned close, and asked gently: “Do you want to eat some plain congee? Xiao Luo just brought it from home, and there’s your favorite sweet and sour radish pickles.”

Wen Yun was silent for a few seconds, then didn’t refuse: “Yes, let’s eat. I have an appetite now.”

She felt incredibly guilty that her sudden illness had taken up a lot of the protagonist’s review time.

Yet, she didn’t dare advise the protagonist to focus on studying and not worry about her—mainly because the advice would be useless. The young girl could be extremely stubborn, and even if she didn’t listen to the advice, she would continue doing what she wanted while being angry.

The antibiotic IV drip took a long time. It was from noon until evening before the two bags of saline were empty. After the needle was removed, the doctor instructed Wen Yun to sit for a while longer to monitor her for any adverse reactions before allowing her to go home.

Wen Yun felt her throat pain was somewhat relieved, but her head was still heavy. Although her temperature had temporarily dropped, based on her experience, it would likely spike again around midnight. This flu was persistent; even with an IV, it would take three to five days to fully recover, which was a significant waste of time.

On the way home, she couldn’t help but open the store. Looking at the glittering Special Cold Medicine and thinking about her revision plan that was about to be ruined, she shamefully felt tempted.

After dinner, Ruan Yu organized her Biology notes and was about to go find Wen Yun, but Wen Yun came to her room first.

—And she brought a script full of green tea dialogue.

This wasn’t the first time. Ruan Yu had already guessed that Wen Yun seemed to need green tea dialogue to complete her System mission, so she took the script and began to read the content.

She knew this person wasn’t skilled at playing the genuine green tea Wen Yun, so the “scripts” she wrote mostly went to extremes, often revolving around overly melodramatic love affairs involving a scumbag and a green tea girl.

The first time she saw these scenarios, Ruan Yu would even blush. Now, she was no longer surprised by it. She cleared her throat and began to read the lines with emotion: “Manman, how could you see other men behind my back?”

“I didn’t, Gege!” Wen Yun replied. “I only treat him as a tool, not a man! You’re always the most important person in my heart! It was my fault for not explaining to you in time, I’m sorry! I really didn’t realize you cared about me this much!”

“You know I care about you, so why do things to hurt me?” Ruan Yu sneered as directed by the script. “Manman, you’ve changed! Don’t ever call me ‘Gege‘ again! We’ll go our separate ways. You can walk your own player path!”

“How can you do this to me, Gege!” Wen Yun clutched her heart in dramatic pain. “Since you feel this way… let’s break contact! I’m afraid I’ll bother you when I miss you and you’re with other girls.”

The tuxedo cat sat on the head of the bed, tilting its head in confusion as it listened to their dialogue.

Ruan Yu distinctly felt that this script was very long, and the plot was scattered and highly disjointed, like writing that was rushed because the author didn’t have the energy to think clearly but absolutely had to finish it.

Still, she patiently stayed with Wen Yun until they finished the entire script. Then, she reached out and touched Wen Yun’s forehead. Feeling that the temperature was a bit high, she asked concernedly, “Did you take your cold medicine after dinner?”

“…No.”

In reality, Wen Yun had planned to take the medicine—the Special Cold Medicine exchanged from the System Store—after finishing the script.

To that end, she deliberately filled the script with 88 lines of green tea dialogue and specifically marked the necessary expressions or actions, which gave her a chance to receive extra Tea Value rewards.

This method of quickly earning Tea Value by exploiting the rule loopholes was initially criticized by the System. But for reasons unknown, perhaps because the protagonist was willing to cooperate, Wen Yun received a Tea Value reward for every single green tea remark that received a response from the protagonist. Even the System was baffled by this.

However, for Wen Yun, as long as the method worked, it was the best solution. She neither wanted to maintain the original host’s green tea persona nor wanted to use the dialogue to make others uncomfortable just to stay alive. When there was a shortcut available, only a fool wouldn’t take it.

With 88 Tea Value secured, Wen Yun went back to her room under Ruan Yu’s supervision to get the cold medicine. She quietly swapped the doctor’s prescription with the Special Cold Medicine she exchanged from the System, and she took the special pill in front of Ruan Yu.

That night while sleeping, she felt her body rapidly recovering.

It was like the miraculous sensation of timely taking Ibuprofen after a wisdom tooth extraction in her past life, where the pain gradually eased, and her normal sense of feeling returned. This made her completely relax, and she slept soundly, falling into a deep slumber.

But what she didn’t know was that Ruan Yu got up five times that night to change her fever patches and wipe her face with warm water to bring the temperature down.

The girl’s movements were very gentle. As she wiped Wen Yun’s cheek, she murmured softly:

“Get well soon. You can’t leave.”

“I’m begging you…”

—Many of the transmigration novels she had recently read featured the main character’s soul entering and replacing the original host’s body when the original host had a high fever.

At this moment, the girl didn’t yet realize that cohabiting life, spending day and night together, was the most fertile ground for feelings to grow, especially when coupled with the other person’s deliberate kindness and care.

Nearly four months of attentive companionship, from late August to mid-December, was enough for Ruan Yu to be completely smitten, often clinging to her without realizing it, and often being upset or hurt by her.

The only thing she knew was that she increasingly did not want the other person to leave.

Even when she dreamed of that person leaving, she would wake up in tears, only finding relief after quietly sneaking into that person’s room and seeing that familiar, unrestrained sleeping posture.

If there was a God in this world, she would pay any price to keep that person by her side.

The System’s special medicine worked quickly, bringing her temperature back to a normal 36.5∘C (97.7∘F).

But Ruan Yu and the butler wouldn’t allow her to return to school, claiming they feared a relapse and that she needed more time to recuperate. Ruan Yu even took an extra week off school and drafted a loose, seven-day review plan for Wen Yun right in front of her.

Wen Yun was very grateful for their kindness. However, she knew she didn’t deserve such a generous break, and she always tried to study a little longer.

But whenever the designated time arrived, Ruan Yu would rush her to rest, preventing her from continuing her studies. After much thought, she decided to seize the opportunity to quickly earn more Tea Value through the script, at least making use of the free time.

The evening of the day she was finally permitted to return to school for revision, her brother, Wen Lu, who had been practically absent for nearly a year, suddenly sent a message:

“I’m on holiday on the 23rd, planning to come home.”

The moment she read the message, the nearly forgotten Christmas plot from the original novel hit Wen Yun like a tidal wave, catching her completely off guard.

Recalling the original novel’s plot where Wen Lu goes insane upon returning home, Wen Yun’s hands trembled as she typed.

“Brother, why are you suddenly planning to come back? Didn’t you say your studies this year were really busy?”

“I heard some false rumors and plan to confirm them myself,” Wen Lu replied. “I’ve already contacted a driver. Don’t worry about it, just focus on your classes. You don’t need to pick me up at the airport.”

After replying, Wen Yun put down her phone and slumped onto her office chair, feeling utterly resigned.

The good news was that the plot point that had been troubling her in the original novel was solved: Wen Lu was indeed coming back because he had heard about the true and fake daughter swap, not just because of the Christmas break. Judging by the original author’s setup and Elder Wen’s attitude, Wen Lu didn’t have much affection for the family anyway.

This meant Wen Lu’s “sister complex” was likely confirmed. The only person he cared about in this house was his younger sister, Wen Yun, who he grew up with. (Though Wen Yun still couldn’t understand what kind of sister complex only sent one message to his sister after a year of silence.)

The bad news was that Wen Yun, overwhelmed by her studies these past few months, had almost forgotten this plot and hadn’t prepared a full response plan in advance.

Furthermore, the painting studio had entered its final stage of ventilation. Ruan Yu could move into the second floor as early as the end of this month.

Thinking back to the original plot, Wen Yun’s head began to ache. She imagined the tense scene when Wen Lu and Ruan Yu would meet. Finally, she sighed, picked up her phone, and went downstairs to discuss it with Ruan Yu.

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