I Got Together With the Fake Heiress - Chapter 3

Hitting is kissing, scolding is loving? If Wen Yimeng knew Wen Yunqing’s thoughts, she might spontaneously combust and rush over to fight her to the death.

Even after returning to her room, showering, and lying down in bed, Wen Yunqing still dominated Wen Yimeng’s mind.

One moment, Wen Yunqing was the terrifying person who grabbed Wen Han’s collar; the next, Wen Yunqing transformed into the innocent-looking person with smiling eyes.

“Is this what it means to kill the heart? Not only does Wen Yunqing want to drive me out, but she also wants to drive me insane, is that it?” Wen Yimeng murmured to herself.

Looking at the small bedside lamp emitting a warm light, Wen Yimeng’s thoughts became chaotic. She didn’t know what she thought of, but her face suddenly went pale, and she finally burrowed under the covers in fear.

On the other side of the third floor, Wen Yunqing was wide awake. She played with the newly activated phone in her right hand, leaning somewhat boredly against the floor-to-ceiling window, her gaze vaguely fixed on the pool outside.

Is this what ordinary life is like? It doesn’t seem as interesting as described in the books. Most of the time, I’m still alone.

After staring out the window blankly for a while, Wen Yunqing drew the curtains, tossed the phone aside, closed her eyes, and began to meditate and regulate her breathing.

She sensed that the spiritual energy in this world was similar to that of her previous life—it seemed to be in the final age of Dharma, where spiritual energy was on the verge of depletion.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, but Wen Yunqing slowly opened her eyes and held out her right hand. With effort, a faint cluster of firelight appeared in her palm. It lasted for a brief three seconds before vanishing.

“An hour of concentrated spiritual energy absorption, yet it only sustains three seconds of flame?” Wen Yunqing stared at her palm for a long time. After sensing the empty meridians inside her body, she let out a murky breath.

Fortunately, this body has a high degree of compatibility with her soul. In another two days, they should be fully integrated. When that happens, my cultivation speed should increase.

The Wen family worked quickly. By the time Wen Yunqing woke up naturally and got out of bed, her household registration had already been moved out and temporarily registered under a relative of the Wen family.

By the time she returned from shopping with Mother Wen, carrying numerous bags, her school problem had also been resolved.

“I’ve contacted the school. Starting tomorrow, you’ll attend Ruihua. Your student status will be transferred over in a few days,” Father Wen said, then looked at Wen Yimeng, who was sitting on the side, his tone softening.

“I haven’t announced your identity publicly yet. If anyone asks, just say you’re Yimeng’s older cousin,” Father Wen said, shifting his gaze back to Wen Yunqing.

Her old T-shirt and faded jeans had been replaced. Wen Yunqing was now wearing clothes chosen by Mother Wen.

Although it was still a T-shirt paired with casual pants, the fabric and design had a distinct style. Especially the logos representing money, which immediately elevated the overall class.

After scrutinizing her for a while, Father Wen’s eyes showed a touch of satisfaction. “Yunqing, get along well with your sister when you’re there. If you find your studies difficult, you can discuss it with Yimeng.”

“If Sister has trouble keeping up with the curriculum, she can come and ask me,” Wen Yimeng proactively offered. In front of Father Wen, she was a well-behaved, obedient young girl.

“Then, for other problems, can I look for you, Yimeng?” Wen Yunqing flashed what she believed to be a perfect smile, looking at Wen Yimeng with amusement in her eyes.

Oh, my darling Yimeng didn’t seem to sleep well last night. Her under-eyes are slightly dark. Was she missing me too much?

A fragment of yesterday’s memory flashed through Wen Yimeng’s mind, and the expression on her face froze for an instant. “Of course, Sister, don’t worry about a thing. Anything I can do, I will help you with.”

Wen Yunqing nodded earnestly: “Good, I’ll remember that.” Successfully obtained a reason to get close to my darling Yimeng. Perfect!

“Go to school, but don’t take advantage of the opportunity to do anything to Yimeng. I’ll be watching you,” Wen Han, who had been serving as background scenery, said. He hadn’t forgotten yesterday’s experience. This sister who shared his blood clearly wasn’t a good person.

As her gaze shifted to Wen Han, the amusement in Wen Yunqing’s eyes vanished. She asked politely, “How do you plan to watch me? Bribe classmates? Slip money to the teacher, or use some other method?”

“You…” Wen Han was choked up. “You don’t need to know how I do it. Just know that I’ll be watching you. Don’t think about bullying Yimeng.”

“Enough. Yunqing and Yimeng are sisters. They will get along well,” Father Wen interrupted his son, shooting him a disapproving look.

It’s fine to say these things in private, but why say it openly in a setting like this? Isn’t he making things difficult for us as parents?

Wen Han huffed, glared fiercely at Wen Yunqing, and said no more.

Since Wen Yunqing was a transfer student, she did not set off with Wen Yimeng on Monday. Instead, accompanied by Father Wen’s assistant, she arrived at the principal’s office at Ruihua first.

“Wen Yunqing, right? Although your previous school scores were acceptable, Ruihua is different from ordinary high schools. Besides the basic curriculum, we also place great importance on cultivating students’ overall quality.”

The principal only knew Wen Yunqing was a relative of Father Wen’s. Seeing Wen Yunqing’s appearance, he instinctively frowned. Noticing that the accompanying assistant was merely standing far away and not interfering, he spoke his mind plainly.

“I hope you can integrate into the class as quickly as possible. If you have any problems, please consult your teachers and don’t cause any major conflicts.”

Wen Yunqing nodded. Being a senior high school student was a brand new experience for her, so she listened seriously to everything the principal said.

This behavior, in the principal’s eyes, made him look down on the transfer student even more. He was certain that Wen Yunqing was just a distant relative of Father Wen’s trying to freeload.

Ruihua was a private high school. There were only six senior classes in total: four science classes and two liberal arts classes. Each class had its own set of teachers.

Wen Yunqing was placed in Science Class One. Most of the students there were wealthy, with the remaining few being specially recruited students from impoverished backgrounds brought in by the school to save face.

“Everyone quiet down. Today we have a new transfer student joining our class. She will be a member of our class from now on,” the homeroom teacher, Lou Youpeng, said, immediately gesturing for Wen Yunqing to introduce herself.

Self-introduction? Wen Yunqing was momentarily stunned. This process felt a bit foreign to her. In her previous life, she had never introduced herself to anyone else.

“Wen Yunqing, that’s my name,” Wen Yunqing said, pausing for a moment. Her gaze scanned the room and locked onto Wen Yimeng’s seat. She smiled at her. “Current height 173 [cm], weight unknown. We are classmates now, and I hope we get along well.”

Strictly speaking, only the first sentence was Wen Yunqing’s self-introduction. The rest of the words were directed at Wen Yimeng and meant for her ears alone.

“Which school did you transfer from?” a boy sitting in the back row asked, looking at Wen Yunqing flirtatiously.

“Mingguang High School in An County,” Wen Yunqing replied.

Hearing Wen Yunqing’s answer, hushed discussions quickly erupted in the classroom. Clearly, the name meant nothing to them.

“I found it. It’s a high school in an impoverished county. Are you a financially struggling student?” another voice soon followed.

Financially struggling student? Lou Youpeng subconsciously glanced at Wen Yunqing’s outfit. That whole ensemble was worth tens of thousands of yuan. How could she be struggling financially?

Wen Yunqing ignored the question and looked at Lou Youpeng: “Teacher Lou, where is my seat?”

“The last two rows by the window are empty. Student Wen, you can choose freely,” Lou Youpeng said.

He did not stop the students from continuing their discussion, but rather turned to his textbook and immediately started lecturing. The students who dared to cause trouble were either wealthy or noble—not someone an ordinary teacher could afford to offend.

Wen Yunqing chose the second-to-last row by the window. The lighting here was good, and due to the angle, there was no issue with direct sunlight.

During class, the students were somewhat restrained, only whispering about Wen Yunqing’s appearance and clothing. As soon as the dismissal bell rang, they immediately crowded around her.

“Hey, you don’t look like a financially struggling student in that outfit. What’s your background?” The leading boy sat down next to Wen Yunqing boldly, resting his hands on the desks on either side, trying to use the enclosed space to exert pressure on Wen Yunqing.

Wen Yunqing looked up at him: “Does my background concern you?”

“No, but I still want to know. Are you going to tell me or not?” The boy smiled, his eyes holding half curiosity and half contempt.

Wen Yunqing slightly raised an eyebrow, then shifted her gaze away, ignoring them.

They’re just a bunch of pre-teen kids. No need to bother with them.

“Are you ignoring me?” The boy was slightly annoyed, slamming his hand heavily on the desk. “New student, are you perhaps unaware of the situation here?”

“Cheng Hao, she is my cousin.” Seeing a conflict about to erupt, Wen Yimeng, who had been silently observing, couldn’t sit still. “She just transferred, and she’s not used to the class atmosphere. Don’t make things difficult for her.”

“Your cousin?” Cheng Hao pouted, feeling bored. “So she’s from the Wen family. Why didn’t she just say so? I’ll let it go this time for your sake.”

The Wen family was comparable to the Cheng family. Although Cheng Hao was arrogant, he wouldn’t act completely recklessly.

Seeing Wen Yunqing’s indifferent expression, Wen Yimeng felt a little angry. “You were so fierce at home, daring to talk back to big brother, so why are you mute now that you’re at school?”

“Are you suggesting that you want me to teach them a lesson?” Wen Yunqing blinked at Wen Yimeng, asking with a look of confusion.

“Now you’re talking big again? Do you dare?” Wen Yimeng said angrily, sounding very much like she was disappointed in her for not being more aggressive.

Wen Yunqing smiled at Wen Yimeng: “Since my darling Yimeng has spoken, I won’t disappoint you.”

Saying that, Wen Yunqing stood up from her seat, carefully avoiding the spot where Wen Yimeng was standing, and approached Cheng Hao’s seat under the gaze of the surrounding students. “Student, I need to talk to you about something.”

“What do you want?” Cheng Hao looked at Wen Yunqing unhappily. “Looking for trouble?”

“My apologies,” Wen Yunqing said with a sigh. Normally, she wouldn’t bother with a minor, but now, for the sake of her darling Yimeng, she had to make an exception.

The moment the words left her mouth, Wen Yunqing grabbed Cheng Hao’s collar, lifted him up, and flicked him hard on the forehead.