After Transmigrating as the "Green Tea" Fake Heiress, I Got My Happy Ending with the Real Heiress - Chapter 47

Chapter 47

The end of the year was approaching, and Father and Mother Wen made time to return home, bringing invitations for the New Year’s Eve banquet hosted by the wealthy Shen family for their three children.

Holding the invitation with her name on it, Ruan Yu tightly gripped the card, looking with complicated eyes at the person talking to the Wen elders.

In her past life, her parents found her embarrassing. Before attending the banquet with Wen Yun and Wen Lu, they repeatedly instructed her to stay home and watch the house, forbidding her from going anywhere.

She obediently stayed in her room studying. When she got tired, she would go upstairs to play the piano for a while, but because Wen Yun loved the piano dearly, the butler would stand beside her, monitoring her to prevent her from dirtying or damaging the keys.

Ruan Yu thought now that she was a bit like Cinderella who could never attend the ball, without the magic of a fairy godmother, the magical pumpkin carriage, or the glass slippers.

—And the arrival of that person became the magic that turned her fate around.

“This banquet is very important. It’s better to be subtle than to cause conflict with anyone again!” Father Wen sternly lectured.

Wen Yun instantly felt a million times unwilling. Ruan Yu was going this time. If someone took the opportunity to ridicule or mock Ruan Yu, could she possibly stand by and do nothing?

But she recalled the terms of the agreement she had just signed with Wen Lu—not to damage the Wen family’s interests at major wealthy events—and obediently nodded, planning to play it by ear when they arrived.

Wen Lu stood aside, arms crossed, quietly reading the invitation. He suddenly smiled and asked, “Is the banquet a prelude to a marriage alliance?”

At these words, the living room fell into an eerie silence.

Wen Yun, who had read the original novel, was barely one of the few insiders.

In the novel, the original Wen Yun absolutely forbade Ruan Yu from attending the banquet to ensure her prospective fiancé wouldn’t have his attention diverted. Since she viewed Ruan Yu as a competitor, she naturally knew how much potential the other girl had and couldn’t give her any chance to rise.

However, since they were both planning to leave the Wen family, attending a banquet intended for marriage alliances was somewhat awkward. To put it bluntly, it was indirectly deceiving the wealthy young men who might “take a fancy” to them.

Presumably, Wen Lu realized this and spoke up in time to remind them.

“If that’s the case, Yunyun and I aren’t suitable to go.”

After a long silence, Ruan Yu finally spoke. “Firstly, I don’t carry the Wen surname right now. Secondly, Yunyun is not excellent enough at the moment.”

These were two facts that the whole family could plainly see.

While marriage alliances prioritized family value, they also considered the personal value of the children involved. Strictly speaking, with their current “value,” they likely wouldn’t attract wealthy families of a higher caliber than the Wen family.

“That’s what I thought, and besides, Yunyun and Xiao Yu are both in special training right now,” Wen Lu immediately followed up. “Dad, Mom, it’s enough for me to go with you.”

“Your sister has never experienced such a grand event. It’s understandable if she doesn’t know better, but why are you joining in the nonsense!” Mother Wen retorted. “Since they sincerely invited our whole family, how can we possibly leave Yunyun and Xiao Yu at home?”

“Then let’s create a sudden complication and tell them that they don’t want to go, but can’t go.” Wen Lu adjusted his glasses. “For our family, fooling people shouldn’t be difficult, should it?”

“What are you saying…” Mother Wen was annoyed and tugged at Father Wen’s sleeve. “Yuanmin! You say something!”

Father Wen asked flatly, “You’re saying such willful things because you don’t want your sisters to enter a marriage alliance, right?”

“Yes, and no,” Wen Lu said. “In any case, I don’t mind being a ‘willful’ brother.”

“Willfulness requires capital, and you are far from qualified right now,” Father Wen reminded him coldly. He then looked at Wen Yun and Ruan Yu. “My only requirement for you is not to cause trouble. As for whether you want to use the banquet to meet a prospective spouse, that’s your choice.”

In the end, he was essentially forcing them to attend the banquet.

The low pressure in the house continued until after dinner. Once Father and Mother Wen retired to their bedroom, Wen Yun quickly pulled Wen Lu and Ruan Yu into the piano room.

“I can only say, I hope you both work hard after you come of age and strive to leave this family as soon as possible,” Wen Lu spread his hands helplessly. “The only reason Dad spoke leniently today is that you two haven’t reached the legal age for marriage, and the Wen family temporarily doesn’t need alliances or assistance. As for how long this situation will last, I can’t guarantee it.”

“We understand,” Wen Yun sighed. “Brother, do you know any inside information about that banquet? Will there be talent performances or anything like that?”

“It’s somewhat similar to those classical European dances,” Wen Lu said. “Professional performers will be invited for the entertainment. Guests’ activities are quite free. You can toast and chat around, and with the host’s permission, you can play the piano in the room or dance in the designated area.”

He paused. “However, since you’re both minors, by convention, alcohol is not allowed, unless it’s a non-alcoholic cocktail like a ‘Cinderella,’ or a very low-alcohol specialty fruit wine.”

“What are the Shen family like?” Ruan Yu asked.

“Mr. Shen is amiable, Mrs. Shen is gentle and considerate, and the two young masters are refined, elegant, and handsome,” Wen Lu said, then added sarcastically, “Of course, you can completely regard my description as mere pretense. Just get through the surface formalities; don’t take it to heart.”

As the saying goes, it takes one to know one. Wen Yun nodded seriously at his advice.

In the afternoon of New Year’s Eve, Ruan Yu woke up from her nap and pulled open the curtains, only to be dazzled by a vista of silver-white.

Snowflakes fluttered down like willow catkins, dancing and swirling, accumulating in a thick layer on the ground and buildings, as if to cover everything in the world.

The tuxedo cat in her arms let out a long yawn, its tail sweeping her wrist repeatedly.

Ruan Yu came back to her senses, looked down, and rubbed the cat before placing it back in its bed. She then changed into the gown the butler had sent up last night and sat at the dressing table to do her makeup.

The Shen family’s New Year’s Eve banquet was held at the largest five-star luxury hotel in Z City, with entry at 6 PM. It was still early. After Ruan Yu finished her makeup, she even did half an English exam. Just as she was about to read the comprehension questions, she heard a familiar knock on the door.

She quickly put down her pen and went to open the door.

The moment the door opened, Wen Yun squeezed in. She closed the door and looked at Ruan Yu with an embarrassed expression.

“The way this dress is worn… is a bit peculiar,” Wen Yun turned around, touching the buttons on the back of her dress. “I need your help with it.”

Her smooth, bare back was exposed, making Ruan Yu freeze for a moment. As she took hold of the buttons to fasten them, she couldn’t help but seize the opportunity to gently press the back of her hand against Wen Yun’s skin.

It was smooth and delicate, and it carried the temperature she was most familiar with.

If she could, she would even want to press her face against it.

Her movements were extremely light, so light that Wen Yun felt a strange tickle on her back but held back from saying anything. Only when Ruan Yu finished buttoning the dress did she thank her.

“You’re welcome, but this dress… isn’t it a bit too revealing?” Ruan Yu asked tentatively. “Is there a matching coat?”

“There is,” Wen Yun lifted her skirt and started to walk out. “I’ll go put it on now!”

After she left, Ruan Yu realized how absurd her actions had been and how selfish her words were. She looked down in shame, struck the back of her own hand for its naughtiness, and then wanted to slap her mouth, but fearing she would ruin her makeup and not have time to reapply it, she settled for knocking her own head instead.

She hadn’t even come of age yet, and she was already unable to control her possessiveness…

By the time Wen Yun was also fully dressed, it was 4:15 PM.

The second driver hired by Father Wen drove the stretch limo to the Wen family entrance. The family of five got in and headed to the luxury hotel in the city center.

The snow was still falling heavily. As the car drove on the winding mountain road, Wen Yun took many pictures of the snow-covered mountains, adding one of Ruan Yu at home, wearing her gown and holding the cat, to create a set of nine pictures. After editing them, she posted them on her Moments.

Cloud: “The first and last snow of the year. So happy to share it with you! @Ruan Yu”

Ruan Yu was staring blankly at the snow outside the window when she felt her phone vibrate in her purse. She took it out and saw the nine pictures that tagged her. She immediately turned her face away, not letting the person next to her see the blush spreading across her cheeks.

The silver lining was that the Shen family’s New Year’s Eve banquet was not as complicated as Wen Yun had feared.

It was exactly as Wen Lu had described: the guests were free to do as they pleased. They could sit quietly, drink, and enjoy the music, or they could walk around and network.

Upon realizing this, Wen Yun chose to elegantly—bury her head in the food.

A free, luxurious feast—it would be a waste not to eat!

Ruan Yu had lost all interest in the banquet after hearing about the marriage alliance nature of the event. Wen Yun ate, and Ruan Yu ate with her, even proactively asking the waiter for a “Cinderella” cocktail that she had been thinking about in her past life. She put down her chopsticks and slowly sipped it.

The “Cinderella” had a rich and layered fruity flavor, a pleasant mix of sweet and sour, with the lingering chill of ice. Ruan Yu’s eyes lit up after just one sip. She instinctively moved the glass toward Wen Yun and whispered, “Want to try it?”

Wen Yun had actually tried a “Cinderella” in a bar before, but at the time, she had dismissed it for having no alcohol and being boring—she would have preferred to get completely drunk.

But she accepted the protagonist’s kind offer. She carefully wiped her lips and, under Ruan Yu’s gaze, turned the glass to the other side and took a sip.

…It was surprisingly good. She wondered if it was because the bartender was more skilled.

Considering Ruan Yu seemed to genuinely like the cocktail, Wen Yun only took one sip before putting the glass back in its original spot. Just as she was about to give Ruan Yu her feedback, she heard a male voice call out with a laugh: “Miss Wen.”

Wen Yun’s heart skipped a beat, but she slowly raised her head, maintaining her composure. A young man in a dark blue suit was standing by their table, holding a glass of red wine. His flirtatious, peach-blossom eyes looked at her with a half-smile.

The original host’s memory confirmed that the man before her was the Second Young Master of the Shen family.

Wen Yun composed herself and politely stood up, asking, “May I ask what you need, Young Master Shen?”

“May I invite you to dance?” Second Young Master Shen asked.

Recalling the original plot, Wen Yun’s scalp tingled. She was frantically flipping through her green tea template for a polite refusal when the hand at her side was suddenly taken by the person behind her.

“Yunyun, you just promised me you would dance with me.”

The gentle, soft voice came from behind her, fine and weak, carrying a hint of grievance. “The thought of you leaving me here alone makes me feel so lonely, you know.”

Wen Yun: ???

Who had secretly learned her green tea template?!

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