Green Tea Top Student Falls in Love with Me - Chapter 69

Suddenly, rain began to fall, and the temperature plummeted. Shi Wangui pulled Wen Youren back into the house. She felt things were moving too quickly and was worried that Wen Yiyue might not admit to anything.

The rain grew heavier, rhythmically tapping against the persimmon tree. Some overburdened persimmons fell to the ground, creating small splashes in the puddles.

Wen Youren sat by the door, holding a tattered old photograph. In the picture, a man held a newborn baby as they sat under a persimmon tree, their faces radiant with happiness.

Her thoughts drifted to the past. Since childhood, Wen Yiyue had always expressed a deep-seated loathing for both of them. As a child, Wen Youren didn’t understand it, but her father always told her to be patient with her mother, saying it wasn’t easy to give birth and that she loved her in her own way. So, she chose to forgive and be grateful.

But her mother had never stood by her side; she viewed Wen Youren as a source of shame and a burden. Wen Youren never heard words of love from her mother—only endless mockery. She had even begun to wonder if she was biologically related to her.

Wen Youren slowly rolled up her sleeves. Scars snaked across her skin, blurred into a map of old and new wounds. Actually, the first person to ever hurt her was Wen Yiyue. It had been a deep wound that bled profusely, a pain that seared through her entire body.

She looked up at the sky and closed her eyes. Her mind flashed back to the first time Wen Yiyue had “rewarded” her.

It was a late night. Because Wen Yiyue couldn’t get a divorce, she used a pair of scissors to slash Wen Youren’s arm. The sharp metal touched tender skin, and blood welled up instantly. Wen Youren began to wail, but Wen Yiyue only said, “If you tell anyone, I will divorce your father.”

Back then, she didn’t understand the world, only that anything involving her father was of utmost importance. So, the next day, she told him she had accidentally been scratched by a tree branch. For that lie, Wen Yiyue rewarded her with a lollipop.

Wen Youren realized she hated her mother, but she simply hadn’t wanted to break her father’s heart.

Shi Wangui stood behind her, resting her chin on top of Wen Youren’s head. “I thought of a way, but it’s a gamble.”

“What is it?” Wen Youren asked.

“We install a miniature eavesdropping device on the gift box. If Wen Yiyue sees the bracelet, she might lose her composure and say something incriminating.”

Wen Youren smiled. “My Wangui is so smart.”

She had actually been thinking of the same thing. This would be the first time they could try it, because in the past, Wen Yiyue had refused her gifts. It was only after Wen Youren sent jewelry every year for several years that Wen Yiyue finally began to accept them.

Shi Wangui pinched Wen Youren’s cheek and looked at the darkening sky. “Should we go in? It’s getting a bit cold out here.”

Her stomach growled at an inopportune moment. Wen Youren grabbed an umbrella from the rack. “I’ll go buy some food. We’ll have a simple dinner tonight.”

Shi Wangui linked her arm with Wen Youren’s. “Why not take me with you? Simple is fine. We’ll buy some instant noodles and snacks, then lie together tonight watching shows and listening to music. That’s enough for me.”

Wen Youren nodded, and they walked toward the small shop at the village entrance.

The streets were empty in the rain. The umbrella was small, meant for one person, so they pressed close together to stay dry. This physical closeness made them both a little shy. Shi Wangui’s mind was a mess, constantly drifting back to that night—mostly because she couldn’t remember the details.

Halfway there, Shi Wangui stopped. She looked up at Wen Youren, placing her hand gently over Wen Youren’s heart. “I don’t remember that night. I want to remember it properly, just once.”

The sudden confession made Wen Youren’s heart flutter. She leaned down to kiss her. The umbrella fell to the side, and the rain drenched them both. Their clothes were soaked instantly. It was impossible to tell if the moisture on their faces was rain or something else as they kissed passionately in the darkness.

After a moment, Shi Wangui gasped for air. “Maybe we should buy the food first, and then… in the room…”

“Okay.”

Then Shi Wangui changed her mind. “Let’s not eat. Let’s go back. I’m not hungry.”

Wen Youren nodded. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

The small umbrella remained closed on the ground. Wen Youren picked up her lover, her feet never touching the earth, and carried her back to the room filled with memories.

Once home, Shi Wangui wrapped her arms around Wen Youren’s neck. “Let’s take a shower together.”

The weather was cold, and their skin was chilled. As hot water washed away the rain and steam clouded the small space, the rising temperature shifted the atmosphere. Shi Wangui traced Wen Youren’s skin with her fingers, leaving red trails wherever she touched. Outside, thunder rolled, while Wen Youren’s heart beat erratically.

Their skin grew flushed, their lips stayed locked, and heat surged through every point of contact. Finally, they pulled apart.

Shi Wangui looked at their reflection in the mirror, her face reddening. “You’re so beautiful.”

Wen Youren’s hands wandered. “The first time I saw you, my body reacted. Since then, it has only ever reacted to you.”

Shi Wangui stared at the necklace around Wen Youren’s neck. It was the one she had given her. Now that the weather was cold and they wore more layers, the necklace was usually hidden.

Following her gaze, Wen Youren smiled. “I love it. Because you gave it to me.”

Shi Wangui reached out to grasp the chain, pulling Wen Youren close again. The chain tightened against her skin, causing a slight sting. “Do you remember when you said this chain could lock the two of us together?”

Wen Youren didn’t speak. She silently reached for the buttons of her shirt. As the necklace slid down from her collarbone, she whispered, “Please… lock me up.”

None of them had been happy over the past few years. Even though they had reconciled, there was still a lingering sense of fragility, a fear that they would wake up and find it was all a dream.

Shi Wangui wrapped the chain twice around her arm, her fingertips brushing Wen Youren’s jawline. “Do you love me?”

“I do,” Wen Youren replied.

Shi Wangui gave the chain a tug. “How much?”

Wen Youren buried her face in Shi Wangui’s shoulder, her voice thick with emotion. “I want to tie you up. Lock you away. Keep you only for myself.”

Shi Wangui unwound the necklace and placed it in Wen Youren’s hand. “Now, you have a chance to lock me up.”

Wen Youren leaned in close to her ear, lightly biting her earlobe. “Will you run?”

Shi Wangui turned off the shower and wrapped them in a bath towel. “I won’t run. Not in this lifetime.”

With that permission, Wen Youren pulled away the towel and carried Shi Wangui to the bed. After kissing her from her thighs to her lips, she used the necklace to bind Shi Wangui’s hands.

“You look truly beautiful like this.”

On the way back to City A, they couldn’t stop smiling at each other. Once back, they found an exquisite box and placed the bracelet inside. They hidden a tiny eavesdropping device in a position where it was almost impossible to discover.

Wen Youren had spent years sending gifts specifically so that Wen Yiyue would accept this one without suspicion. The bracelet was delivered by a secretary. Wen Youren sent a message saying it was a gift from a friend—a very old style that was hard to find on the market now.

Wen Yiyue had recently developed a passion for collecting jade and jewelry, especially antique styles, so she accepted it with delight.

Shi Wangui opened the app on her phone and placed it on the table. The secretary messaged saying the gift had been delivered. Now, they just had to wait. They sat in their chairs, faces solemn, waiting for the next move.

Wen Yiyue didn’t open the gift immediately. She left it in her room while she continued a phone call.

As Shi Wangui listened to the audio, her eyes widened. She couldn’t believe it—Wen Yiyue was having an affair. Shi Yun’en was not Shi Qin’s child.

“She… she actually…” Shi Wangui was ecstatic. Nothing could have made her happier. The son Shi Qin cherished so much wasn’t his! The heir he was exhausting himself to train belonged to someone else!

“Do you mind telling Shi Qin?” Shi Wangui whispered.

If the truth came out, Wen Yiyue and Shi Yun’en would undoubtedly be kicked out. A divorce would be inevitable, and they would no longer be “sisters” on paper.

Wen Youren clenched her fists. “Tell him. Why wouldn’t we? Do you not hate them?”

After a long time, Wen Yiyue finally hung up and opened the box.

Following a brief silence, the sound of the box hitting the floor came through the speaker. Wen Youren stared at the phone screen, terrified of missing a single detail. She also started a recording on her own phone.

Seeing the familiar bracelet, Wen Yiyue’s body went limp, and she slumped to the floor.

That bracelet… that bracelet… she thought it was lost. Lost on that rainy day.

Wen Yiyue remembered the scene of her pushing Wen Youren’s father into the pond. She had been so afraid; she wanted freedom, and that man couldn’t give her the life she wanted.

The image of the struggling man kept flashing in her mind—his cries for help, and then the moment the wheelchair was pushed down and he slowly sank. There were few people out in the rain, and the lotus pond was thick. No one should have seen.

Why did Wen Youren give her this bracelet? How did she have it? Did she really know something?

Wen Yiyue scrambled up from the floor, ignoring her disheveled hair. With trembling hands, she dialed a number. “Brother, you said no one saw me kill Jiang Feng! You said the police ruled it an accidental drowning! Why has the lost bracelet appeared again?”

The truth was out. Wen Youren’s eyes were bloodshot. The heartbreak left her weak. She couldn’t understand—if there was no love, she could have just divorced him. Why commit murder?

She realized that while Wen Yiyue had given her life, she had also brought all her suffering. If she had a choice, she would have preferred never to be born, or for her father to have divorced her mother long ago.

The conversation on the other end was muffled, but upon hearing the name “Wen Youren,” the sound cut out. Suddenly, Wen Youren’s phone rang.

Wen Yiyue had discovered the device. She knew Wen Youren was behind this.

Wen Youren let her tears fall. She slowly answered the phone, her voice remarkably steady. “Hello.”

A scream of rage came from the other end. “Wen Youren! You set me up! I am your mother! How dare you plot against me? If not for me, you wouldn’t even be in this world!”

“I set you up? If you hadn’t done anything, why would you say I’m setting you up? You murderer.”

There was a long silence, followed by a pathetic, whimpering voice. “I was wrong. I was wrong.”

But then her tone changed again. “It’s all your fault! Your father knew you weren’t normal, he told me to push him! It was you!”

Shi Wangui snatched the phone. “Madwoman!” she snapped, and hung up. Wen Youren’s tears were flowing freely now.

“Don’t listen to her. Your father would have supported you; he loved you so much.” Shi Wangui pulled Wen Youren into a hug. “Let’s call the police. Let’s get justice for your father.”

After a long silence, Wen Youren nodded. She blocked Wen Yiyue’s number and the flood of messages and called the police.

Shi Wangui wasn’t finished. she immediately asked Uncle Wang to help her get a sample of Shi Yun’en’s hair. She sent a message to Shi Qin, telling him to get a paternity test.

She knew Shi Qin too well. He would do it. The show of “dog-eat-dog” was about to begin.

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