From Trashy A to the Heiress’s Little Son-in-Law After the Idol Competition (GL, ABO) - Chapter 99

Gu Yourong drove like a madwoman, honking furiously at the traffic jam ahead. “What the hell are you all blocking the road for? Move the fuck out of the way!!!”

Until the traffic police arrived and took this “road rage maniac” away.

Gu Zhen and Lin Chuyin received the news and immediately rushed to the police station.

After paying the fine, they finally took their child home.

Back at the house, Gu Yourong remained silent, and Gu Zhen couldn’t stand it.

“Speak.”

Gu Yourong pressed her lips together. She was terrified of this mother, yet—

“Speak!” Gu Zhen roared.

“Ah-Zhen.” Lin Chuyin held her wife’s hand.

Gu Zhen glared at her fiercely. “Why did this happen?”

Gu Yourong’s eyes grew damp under her mother’s interrogation, as if she had been rendered mute.

“None of your business,” she finally forced out.

Slap!

The sound of the strike echoed. Gu Yourong staggered and collapsed onto the sofa.

“Ah-Zhen!” Lin Chuyin could no longer hold back, stepping protectively in front of Gu Yourong and glaring at Gu Zhen. “I told you not to hit her!”

Gu Zhen’s anger hadn’t subsided, but seeing her wife so determined to shield their child, she relented.

“Sorry, sister,” she muttered, lowering her head.

Lin Chuyin squeezed her hand. “You should apologize to her.”

Gu Zhen said nothing, while Gu Yourong retreated into her bedroom.

Lin Chuyin sighed.

Gu Zhen was an extreme person—except when it came to her. To everyone else, she was—

But Yourong was still her child.

Two hours later, once Gu Yourong had calmed down slightly, Lin Chuyin knocked gently on her door.

“Can I come in?” she asked softly.

Gu Yourong opened the door, her expression blank. “Mom, you don’t need to comfort me. I’m fine.”

“Silly child.” Lin Chuyin looked at her swollen cheek, her heart aching as she reached out to touch it. “Your mother hit you too hard.”

At the mention of her mother, Gu Yourong sat back down on the bed angrily.

“Hmph,” she scoffed. “You always say Mom had a terrible childhood, that her relationship with Grandma was strained, that she has a lot of psychological scars. But she’s just as harsh with me—isn’t she repeating the same cycle?”

“I know, sweetheart.” Lin Chuyin’s voice was impossibly gentle, the kind that could dissolve even Gu Zhen’s and Yourong’s anger with just a few words.

She leaned lightly against her daughter’s shoulder. “But Mom really aches for her. We grew up together—I’ve known about her family since we were kids. Once, when making a wish, I wished that I’d always protect Ah-Zhen, that she’d find the warmth she deserves with me. So I can never stay angry with her.”

Gu Yourong pursed her lips. “So I’m just the accidental kid you two ended up with, huh?”

She wasn’t entirely joking. She’d felt that way since childhood.

Every time these two looked at each other, the air practically turned pink with affection, leaving her nowhere to hide—embarrassed, exasperated, utterly hopeless!

“Of course not!” Lin Chuyin chuckled. “She just doesn’t know how to handle being a parent. Once, when we had a fight and I gave her the cold shoulder, she was so desperate she nearly cried. What else could I do? My heart hurt for her, so I had to make up with her.”

“Ugh, enough. I don’t want to hear you two being lovey-dovey.”

“It’s not just lovey-dovey,” Lin Chuyin suddenly said seriously. “I love her too much.”

“Whatever.” Gu Yourong was still sulking.

“Tell Mom, why is this happening? You’ve always had such a good temper.” Lin Chuyin gently coaxed, quickly igniting her daughter’s overwhelming desire to share.

“I like a girl. She never outright rejected my advances, but I just found out she was using me as a substitute.”

“Oh?” Lin Chuyin was momentarily stunned. “Is there someone who looks just like you?”

Gu Yourong pursed her lips. “Mom, do you think… I look like Xiao Yanjin? The wife of Young Master Ji?”

Lin Chuyin froze again. A thought suddenly struck her—when she first met Xiao Yanjin, she had indeed felt a resemblance to Gu Zhen in her younger days. The resemblance was especially strong in the eyes, particularly those almond-shaped ones. At the time, she hadn’t dwelled on it, but now that she thought about it, no wonder she had taken such a liking to Xiao Yanjin. She bore an uncanny resemblance to her wife.

“So, you’re saying the girl you like is into Xiao Yanjin?”

Gu Yourong didn’t dare elaborate, especially since she still had a soft spot for Xiao Yanjin herself. “Just hypothetically.”

“Come on, you should think of it this way—maybe she’s already secretly smitten with you.” Lin Chuyin teased.

“As if.” Gu Yourong blushed, her anger clearly dissipating.

“Alright, you should get some sleep. When you wake up tomorrow, Mom will be refreshed and ready to help you strategize how to make up with this girl, okay?”

“Okay. Goodnight, Mom.”

“Goodnight.” After soothing her daughter, Lin Chuyin finally stood and walked out.

The moment she opened the door, she said, “How long have you been eavesdropping? Aren’t you going to come in and apologize to your daughter?”

Gu Zhen, holding a tube of anti-swelling ointment, looked sheepish. “I was going to give this to you to pass along to her.”

“I won’t do it. You give it to her yourself.” Without another word, Lin Chuyin walked away.

Gu Zhen sighed and had no choice but to step inside and apologize.

…

Early the next morning, Gu Yourong called.

Xiao Yanjin eagerly answered, “Hey, how are you doing?”

Gu Yourong huffed. “Call me ‘good sister,’ and I’ll tell you.”

“Get lost! Trying to take advantage of me?”

“If you say it, I’ll come visit you on set.”

Xiao Yanjin forced out the words, “Good sister.”

“Louder!”

“Good sister.”

“More sincere.”

“Good sister?”

“Make it sound coquettish.”

Xiao Yanjin: “…”

“Alright, just kidding.” Gu Yourong hung up and walked straight through the door.

Xiao Yanjin couldn’t help but smirk. So, she’d been here all along.

Mu Rouxue had just finished her makeup and stepped out. The moment she saw Gu Yourong, she forgot her coat and rushed over. Gu Yourong met her gaze but suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Xiao Yanjin turned to Qu Yanran. “Got any popcorn?”

Qu Yanran shrugged. “Young Mistress Ji, you’re supposed to be dieting. High-calorie snacks aren’t good for you.”

Xiao Yanjin chuckled. She just wanted to enjoy the show.

Mu Rouxue looked nervous, fidgeting as she spoke. “I texted you last night. Why didn’t you reply?”

Gu Yourong remained expressionless, neither speaking nor offering an explanation.

Instead, she brought her hands from behind her back, revealing a vibrant bouquet of roses. The fragrant flowers showed no signs of wilting, still dotted with dewdrops—clearly, the person who bought them had driven carefully to preserve their freshness.

“For you,” she said.

Mu Rouxue was stunned.

“You… you should know I didn’t always look like this. You—”

Mu Rouxue couldn’t hold back her sobs as she spoke.

“What you look like doesn’t matter to me—I only care about who you are. Back when I was being slandered, everyone kept their distance from me. You were the only one who chose to stay by my side. I don’t know if it was because I resembled her, but at that time, I thought you were the kindest person in the world. My feelings for you—I could love you for a lifetime.”

Mu Rouxue was speechless. No one had ever said such heartfelt words to her before. In other words, she had believed no one would ever be willing to love her.

Her chest rose and fell unevenly again.

She had spent the whole night thinking. Her disappointment in Xiao Yanjin was undeniable, but that didn’t mean she still had feelings for him.

Because the one she truly loved was someone else.

The person standing right before her.

“You…”

“Do you really love me?”

Gu Yourong’s eyes always carried an air of sincerity. She said, “I’d rather you see me as a substitute than give up on you. Loving you will always be my unchanging choice.”

Tears welled up in Mu Rouxue’s eyes. She had made up her mind—she wouldn’t treat Gu Yourong as a substitute anymore. Accepting the flowers, she whispered, “Thank you.”

Gu Yourong smiled, radiant as the first light of dawn.

Director Gu, watching from the side, was stunned. “First time I’ve seen someone confess to a celebrity on set. Aren’t you afraid of being caught by fans?”

Xiao Yanjin scoffed. “Does she even have fans?”

Soon, filming wrapped up.

The entire crew gathered for a group photo. Once it was taken, Xiao Yanjin, still in costume, immediately started directing her assistants to pack up and head home.

Director Gu called out, “Young Madam Ji, you forgot your bag!”

But Xiao Yanjin had already slipped into the car. Right now, all she wanted was to go home!

Ji Yunuo had stopped going to the office. Wei Qin and Ji Zhiye insisted she shouldn’t overexert herself, and she couldn’t refuse. When necessary, she worked remotely—fortunately, the company was running smoothly.

“Sister!” Xiao Yanjin burst through the door, dust still clinging to her, and immediately planted a dozen kisses all over Ji Yunuo’s face.

“Two weeks without seeing you—I missed you so much it felt like the sky would collapse, the earth would crumble, my vision would go dark, my body would shut down, the mountains would flatten, and heaven and earth would merge! Mwah, mwah, mwah!” Xiao Yanjin smothered Ji Yunuo’s face with kisses, pouring out all her grievances.

But Ji Yunuo unceremoniously covered her mouth.

Xiao Yanjin let out muffled protests—how unfair to be stopped like this!

Ji Yunuo sighed. “I’m in the middle of a remote meeting. The camera’s on.”

Xiao Yanjin glanced at the laptop. On the screen were several stunned faces—all employees from their company. Ying Yanyan’s expression, torn between laughter and restraint, instantly filled her with shame.

Ying Yanyan waved. “Young Madam Ji, you’re finally back!”

Damn it!

Xiao Yanjin covered her face and bolted straight to the bedroom.

Ji Yunuo couldn’t help but laugh.

After the meeting, Ji Yunuo went to the bedroom, where Xiao Yanjin lay facedown on the bed, her expression one of utter despair, as if she were wallowing in self-reproach.

Ji Yunuo burst into laughter. “What are you doing?”

“Ugh.” Xiao Yanjin groaned in embarrassment.

“You? Embarrassed?” Ji Yunuo couldn’t hold back her amusement. The shameless Xiao Yanjin actually feeling embarrassed—what a sight.

“Who says I can’t be embarrassed?” Xiao Yanjin finally lifted her head, shuddering at the memory of what had just happened.

Those people must be spreading rumors at the company that the young Mrs. Ji is a spoiled brat, always cuddling in Young Master Ji’s arms begging for kisses. But since she’s already established her persona as a pampered alpha, it doesn’t matter if word gets out.

Xiao Yanjin stood up and let Ji Yunuo sit down, then gently touched her belly.

Under the loose pajamas, her belly protruded like a large mound, making Xiao handle it with extreme care.

“My belly seems bigger again.”

Ji Yunuo hummed in agreement: “It’s growing faster than before. I can already feel the baby kicking.”

Xiao Yanjin chuckled, “Our baby must be quite mischievous.”

Ji Yunuo cooed affectionately, “Takes after your personality.”

“Can I have my kiss now?” Xiao Yanjin straightened her expression, demanding to reclaim the interrupted kiss.

“Mhm.” Ji Yunuo leaned in herself and planted a kiss on her lips.

“I kissed you first. I missed you so much.”

Xiao Yanjin wrapped her arms around Ji’s neck, pouting, “Jiejie, every time we video chat when I’m at the hotel, I can’t help wanting to teleport right to your side.”

Ji Yunuo nestled in her embrace, fingers twirling through her hair, “I’ll spend more time with you from now on.”

“Love you, jiejie.”

Suddenly, Wei Qin barged in without any regard for whether the couple was being intimate.

“Are you two done being lovey-dovey? The Gu family invited us to a gathering. Dress nicely and get ready to leave.” She immediately closed the door after speaking.

Xiao Yanjin was stunned—since when did the Gu family have time to socialize with them?

…

The Gu family had purchased a villa in the suburbs of Lancheng. Lin Chuyin preferred tranquility and often played the piano, so this location suited her perfectly.

“President Gu.”

Xiao Yanjin’s group soon arrived at the Gu residence. Ji Zhiye promptly shook hands with Gu Zhen, exchanging pleasantries. Gu Zhen, however, kept stealing glances at Xiao Yanjin, saying, “President Ji, thank you for taking the time to visit our humble home despite the inconvenience.”

Ji Zhiye smiled, “You’re too kind, President Gu. I was hoping our families could interact more. Building connections now will allow us to support each other in the future.”

Xiao Yanjin supported Ji Yunuo while standing behind the two with Wei Qin. Being observant, she quickly noticed Gu Zhen repeatedly glancing her way.

She touched her flawless face, wondering—had she become even more beautiful?

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