After Transmigrating as the "Green Tea" Fake Heiress, I Got My Happy Ending with the Real Heiress - Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Ruan Yu woke up to the alarm, huddled in bed, breathing rapidly. She was dazed for a long time before she propped herself up, unscrewed the water glass on the nightstand, and drank some warm water to calm down.

She had only read the Yuri novels and watched the anime recommended by He Sheng out of curiosity and a genuine desire to understand. She had behaved as usual with that person and hadn’t mentioned anything about feelings.

Yet, she never expected the virtual and reality to merge in such a way through a dream, catching her completely off guard.

She was even more shocked that her subconscious would actually hope for their relationship to progress to that point.

This led to Ruan Yu being unable to shake the memory of the dream when she saw that person in the bathroom. She was momentarily lost in thought, and when she came back to her senses, her face and ears were burning hot.

“What’s wrong?” Wen Yun turned her head in surprise, a toothbrush hanging from her mouth, seeing the flush on Ruan Yu’s face in the mirror. “Why is your face so red? An allergy?”

Ruan Yu had initially planned to use the allergy excuse to explain her blush, but seeing the worry in Wen Yun’s eyes, the thought immediately vanished. She quickly shook her head: “No, I just sleep badly. It’ll go away soon.”

She then walked in confidently, grabbed her toothbrush, and quickly began to wash up.

She was now living in the bedroom on the second floor, the converted painting studio. Her room was only a few steps away from Wen Yun’s, making it convenient for both studying and discussing matters.

Wen Yun’s washbasin was particularly large, easily accommodating three people. As Ruan Yu brushed her teeth, she occasionally caught the scent of the fresh tea fragrance wafting over from the side and listened to the unknown tune Wen Yun was humming. She felt the nerves disturbed by the strange dream being soothed, gradually regaining her composure.

“Graduate soon,” she thought. “Grow up quickly.”

When that long vacation arrived, and they both had a brief reprieve from worrying about grades, she would be able to confess her feelings to that person.

The final exams for the first semester of Grade 12 took place as scheduled. The difficulty was similar to the first mock exam, which gave Wen Yun a chance to make up for her previous regret.

Langying High School did not have a mandatory “winter break cram session,” so as soon as the final exams concluded, students returned home to enjoy a month-long break.

Before the results were released, Wen Lu, as per the agreement, registered Ruan Yu for a piano grade exam. According to the grading rules in this world, Ruan Yu was allowed to skip levels and didn’t have to start from Grade 1.

The exam could have waited until the summer break six months later, but Ruan Yu insisted that she had more important things to do during the summer. Wen Lu acquiesced to her wishes. After personally testing her current piano proficiency, he registered her directly for Grade 6.

Wen Yun only then realized that Ruan Yu could play such fast pieces. Although she had heard Ruan Yu practice pieces with quick tempos before, they were nowhere near the speed Ruan Yu demonstrated to Wen Lu.

“With Xiao Yu’s learning ability, jumping to Grade 8 wouldn’t be a problem,” Wen Lu even said. “However, you two still have a study plan for the winter break. It’s best not to spend too much time practicing piano. Getting into a good university is more important than improving any hobby.”

At this point, he couldn’t help but frown and look at Wen Yun, saying: “I asked your homeroom teacher for your term grades. Yunyun’s grades have indeed slipped badly since entering Grade 12, especially in Math and Biology, which were your previous strengths. But Aunt Ge said you didn’t hire a tutor?”

“That’s because I’ve been tutoring Yunyun,” Ruan Yu interjected. “We started with Math, and after the October subject exams, we added Biology.”

“If that’s the timeline, Yunyun’s progress is indeed noticeable,” Wen Lu said, though his brow was still furrowed. “But if Yunyun wants to securely get into C-Finance, it’s still far from enough.”

“What if Yunyun just aims for a top university in C-City?” Ruan Yu asked cautiously.

She was met with Wen Lu’s rejection: “For a better future, it’s best to have some ambition. Besides, for affluent business people, talents from C-Finance are simply not on the same level as students from other top universities!”

“Then what should we do?” Ruan Yu’s heart tightened.

“It’s fine, I’ll arrange it,” Wen Lu pulled out his phone. “The main problem is Math holding her back. I’ll contact my former Math teacher and arrange a special training to boost Yunyun’s score over the winter break.”

Wen Yun hadn’t even had a chance to speak, only to be completely arranged by the siblings. Seeing Wen Lu about to make the call, she quickly stopped him: “My comprehension has deteriorated a lot. What if the special training isn’t effective enough…”

“Nonsense,” Wen Lu interrupted coldly. “I asked Xiao Yu for your study plan. No offense, but she coddles you too much. If you genuinely want to put in the hard work to change, you absolutely cannot allow yourself to be so comfortable!”

Wen Yun: “…”

For the first time, she deeply felt why the protagonist’s genius brother was described as “purgatory-level” strict in the original novel.

The intensity of problem-solving that she considered borderline maddening was seen by Wen Lu as Ruan Yu coddling her?!!

However, thinking of the future where she and Ruan Yu could both attend C-Finance, she gritted her teeth and nodded forcefully: “Fine! Then I’ll trouble Brother to contact the teacher for me!”

The Math teacher Wen Lu referred to was a retired veteran teacher from Langying High School. She was highly experienced, had been involved in writing the college entrance exam questions, and even Father and Mother Wen held her in high regard.

Three days later, when Wen Yun met the elegant Mrs. Zhang in the living room, she felt an inexplicable, chilling sensation, as if a prey was being targeted by a hunter.

She and Mrs. Zhang worked on a study plan in the bedroom, while Ruan Yu was guided by Wen Lu in the piano room. From 8 AM to 6 PM, they were only allowed breaks for the toilet and meals.

After seeing the teacher off, Wen Yun didn’t want to move. She flopped onto her bed like a dead fish, feeling her brain was crammed with formulas and auxiliary lines.

If being tutored by Ruan Yu was like riding an airplane, being tutored by Mrs. Zhang was like riding a rocket. She felt both her mind and body were ravaged. She simply couldn’t adapt to the new teacher’s rhythm of problem-solving and had no appetite for dinner.

Before resting, Wen Yun told the butler not to call her for dinner. She drew the curtains, turned off the light, closed her eyes, and began to recover her energy.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when a spicy, familiar scent suddenly wafted into her nose, stimulating a sneeze. She abruptly bolted upright and sat up.

Spicy stir-fry pot (Mala Xiang Guo)!!!!

The thought had just crossed her mind when she met the eyes of Ruan Yu, who had just turned on the bedside lamp.

“You’re awake?” Ruan Yu sat on the edge of the bed, holding a large insulated bowl that was placed on the nightstand. “I was just about to call you.”

“Did you make me Mala Xiang Guo?” Wen Yun asked. Seeing Ruan Yu nod, she happily said, “Thank you, Xiao Yu, for the food!” and quickly threw on a jacket to get out of bed.

In the eyes of the Wen family, Mala Xiang Guo was equivalent to junk food and should not be served at the table. But Ruan Yu insisted on making a special meal for Wen Yun, who didn’t want dinner, and the butler didn’t stop her. He allowed her to use the hotpot base and heavy chili bean paste bought from the supermarket to stir-fry a generous portion of Mala Xiang Guo with expensive ingredients.

Mala Xiang Guo and white rice were a perfect match. With the abundance of ingredients like fresh shrimp, beef rolls, cuttlefish balls, enoki mushrooms, bean curd sheets, and broccoli, the moment she smelled the aroma and saw the actual dish, Wen Yun felt alive again.

She cleared her desk, set the two bowls on the table, and began to eat greedily. Soon, tears welled up in her eyes, whether from the spiciness or from being touched by Ruan Yu’s thoughtfulness, she couldn’t tell.

She rarely revealed her preferences from her past life. Mala Xiang Guo was something she had only mentioned once, casually, a long time ago. She hadn’t expected Ruan Yu to remember it!

As Wen Yun was peeling a shrimp, her phone suddenly chimed with a text message. She instinctively looked up to check, but Ruan Yu took the phone away: “Finish your meal first. You can check messages whenever.”

“Got it!” Wen Yun was of the same mind. She shoved the oily, bright shrimp in her mouth and happily started peeling the next one as she ate.

Before turning off the screen, Ruan Yu glanced at the new text message. It was the individual grade report from the homeroom teacher. She felt deeply fortunate for her spontaneous action just now.

Although she didn’t know exactly how Wen Yun performed in the finals, she felt that if Wen Yun looked at the report now, she likely wouldn’t have the appetite to continue eating the dinner she personally cooked.

After dinner, Wen Yun took the bowls to the kitchen, washed her hands, and returned. On the way, she heard the cat meowing from the painting studio. She quickly opened the door and carried the impatient tuxedo cat to her bedroom.

Her clothes still smelled of Mala Xiang Guo. The cat was clearly displeased. The moment it saw Ruan Yu, it jumped out of Wen Yun’s arms, trotted across the quilt and pillows, and hopped onto Ruan Yu’s lap, preparing to settle down.

But after smelling the same scent on Ruan Yu, the tuxedo cat let out a disgruntled “meow,” jumped back onto the bed, and started attacking Wen Yun’s tabby cat pillow.

Watching this made both of them laugh and cry. Fearing the cat would get destructive in its temper, Wen Yun simply changed into clean clothes and gently coaxed the cat into a storage box under the desk—the cat usually liked to hide under the desk and end up covered in dust, so they had simply made it a “nest” there.

“The homeroom teacher sent the grade report,” Ruan Yu reminded Wen Yun to check the text after settling the cat.

As Ruan Yu expected, the moment Wen Yun saw the report, her face, which had been beaming with joy a second ago, instantly twisted.

“I keep thinking about some problems,” Wen Yun finally recovered after a long silence, murmuring to herself. “Is the direction I’m working in really useful? Is C-Finance just a pipe dream? With my ability, getting into any top university in C-City would be good enough…”

She saw her grades. Compared to the last monthly exam, her progress in Math was minimal, and even her strong subjects had slipped by a few points.

“It is useful,” Ruan Yu nodded forcefully. “Even if neither of us can be sure, don’t we have the experienced Mrs. Zhang?”

At the thought of the veteran teacher, who was doubly “purgatory-level” compared to her genius brother, Wen Yun’s brows furrowed even tighter, and a look of deep dejection unconsciously appeared on her face.

She had been yelled at by her boss countless times in her past life, but she had never felt this level of frustration!

“You missed too many fundamental concepts, and you’re extremely weak in Math. We can only supplement and strengthen it little by little,” Ruan Yu placed her hands on Wen Yun’s shoulders and said earnestly. “You don’t need to doubt your learning ability. You managed to raise your Math score from thirty or forty points to a stable hundred points and above in just five months! There are still four months until the college entrance exam. We still have enough time!”

So, please cheer up!

Don’t be like me in my past life, who was defeated by herself before the dust settled, even though there was still hope ahead.

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