I Got Together With the Fake Heiress - Chapter 42

At the same time, Wen Yunqing once again knocked on the door familiarly, brought the freshly prepared basic knowledge of talismans, and, still wearing her pajamas, slipped into Wen Yimeng’s room.

“What kind of talisman was that, the one you used today to keep Li Hong from speaking?” Wen Yimeng asked, looking at the sheets of material on the table and concentrating in thought.

“Hmm, that one is considered rather advanced. When you’ve learned how to use them, I’ll draw a few for you,” Wen Yunqing said.

“Okay.” Wen Yimeng nodded, then looked at the text written on the A4 paper, word by word, diligently absorbing the new knowledge.

Wen Yimeng asked, “What exactly is ‘spiritual energy’? Is it the same as what they have in cultivation novels?”

“You can think of it that way, but the spiritual energy here is very scarce, perhaps to the point of being negligible,” Wen Yunqing said. Aside from people with exceptional talent, ordinary people could barely sense spiritual energy.

“Then I can’t feel it?” Wen Yimeng asked.

Wen Yunqing thought for a moment, then encircled Wen Yimeng in her arms. “Close your eyes, and then try to feel it slowly.”

Wen Yimeng obediently closed her eyes. After losing her vision, her hearing and touch heightened to a certain degree. After closing her eyes for no more than five seconds, Wen Yimeng sensed what seemed to be some warm little specks of light appearing around her.

She could swear that she absolutely did not open her eyes, and she could also guarantee that there was indeed something luminous and warm appearing near her.

Wen Yimeng’s talent was limited; it was impossible for her to sense external spiritual energy because it was too sparse. However, letting her girlfriend feel her own spiritual energy was something Wen Yunqing could do.

“Do you feel it? Those things are spiritual energy,” Wen Yunqing said, simultaneously guiding those small specks of spiritual energy to gradually approach Wen Yimeng, and then slowly merge into her body.

Wen Yimeng let out a soft “Mm.” She was in a state that was both relaxed and tense. As the small specks of light entered her body, she felt an incredibly comfortable sensation.

This feeling was difficult to describe in words—like having a wonderful night’s sleep after being utterly exhausted, or as if her entire self was submerged in the ocean, drifting along with a school of fish.

All in all, it was a very relaxing and comfortable feeling, one that made it easy to become completely immersed.

Looking at the person whose breathing was steady and who had already fallen into slumber, a flicker of helplessness crossed Wen Yunqing’s eyes. Then, she bent down, lifted Wen Yimeng from the sofa, and placed her gently and securely on the inner side of the bed.

Next, she took off her shoes, slipped under the covers, turned off the light, and hugged Wen Yimeng, all in one smooth motion.

“Good night, my Yimeng baby,” Wen Yunqing said, kissing her on the cheek.

After a moment, Wen Yunqing kissed her again. “Good night, my girlfriend.”

Wen Yimeng slept the most comfortable dream of her life. Because she had fallen asleep quite early, Wen Yimeng woke up just as the clock struck seven.

Unsurprisingly, she woke up in Wen Yunqing’s embrace. She could clearly see Wen Yunqing’s eyelashes, and even the tiny, almost transparent downy hairs on her face.

Why would Wen Yunqing fall for me? This question couldn’t help but surface in her mind.

When they first met, she had been full of hostility towards Wen Yunqing, and afterwards, she had consistently shown strong resistance to her presence.

While she herself was certainly good-looking, Wen Yunqing was obviously more beautiful. That face of hers could probably charm both men and women.

Thinking this, Wen Yimeng couldn’t resist reaching out her hand and boldly pinching Wen Yunqing’s face. Finding that she had no reaction, she gently touched her nose, and then gave her ear a little squeeze.

“Is the next step kissing me?” At some point, Wen Yunqing had opened her eyes, watching Wen Yimeng with a hint of a smile.

“Of course not.” Wen Yimeng pulled her hand back. “I just wanted to touch your face. Is that not allowed?”

“Of course it is.” Wen Yunqing brought her head a little closer. “You can continue.”

Wen Yimeng let out a soft hmph, but didn’t act on it. Instead, she propped herself up and sat on the bed. “I need to get up.”

Wen Yunqing stretched on the bed and glanced at her phone. “It’s only seven o’clock. You’re getting up already?”

“It’s a day off today; you don’t have school,” Wen Yunqing reminded her.

“No, I want to get up and study.” Wen Yimeng got off the bed, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and picked up the A4 paper to read. “I actually fell asleep reading the materials yesterday. I need to make up for it today.”

Wen Yunqing raised an eyebrow, sat up, and asked, “Do you even remember how you fell asleep last night?”

“Didn’t I fall asleep while reading the materials?” Wen Yimeng recalled, then blinked. “No, wait. I think I was sensing some kind of spiritual energy, and then somehow I just fell asleep.”

“And do you remember what that feeling was like?” Wen Yunqing asked, getting up and sitting next to her.

Wen Yimeng thought for a moment. “It was just very comfortable, the kind of comfortable that makes you want to sleep.”

Very good. Although Wen Yimeng’s talent and constitution were very ordinary, her body could still store some spiritual energy. As long as she used it properly, her strength shouldn’t be too weak.

After studying for an hour in the morning, Wen Yunqing returned to her own room to wash up and change clothes, and then waited for Wen Yimeng to go downstairs to eat together.

It was a rare breakfast where all five family members were present. Seeing Wen Yunqing and Wen Yimeng come down hand-in-hand, Wen Han, as usual, harbored some suspicion towards Wen Yunqing internally, but then enthusiastically pulled out a chair for Wen Yimeng.

“Thanks.” Wen Yunqing immediately plopped down in the chair, and then pulled out the chair next to her for Wen Yimeng.

Wen Han glared angrily at Wen Yunqing. Under his mother’s watchful eye, he dared not do too much and could only viciously bite into his breakfast.

“The college entrance exam is coming up soon. How are your preparations? Do you want Dad to hire a tutor for extra coaching?” Father Wen, who had been heavily scolded last night, rarely showed concern for the girls’ situation.

“We’re doing alright. We don’t need to hire any tutors,” Wen Yunqing said, putting a piece of fried egg into her mouth. “If we have any questions, Yimeng and I can discuss them with each other.”

Father Wen nodded. It was excellent for the two sisters to help each other. “Study hard for the exam. If you run into any problems, you can tell me.”

After showing his concern, Father Wen began to focus on eating. Although it was the weekend, he still had to go to work.

Worried that the girls would be affected by Li Hong’s appearance, Mother Wen transferred 100,000 yuan to each of them and insisted that they must spend it all.

“If we can’t spend it all, what happens to the remaining money?” Wen Yunqing asked curiously.

“If you don’t spend it, you’ll naturally have to return it to me,” Mother Wen said with a smile. “What’s wrong? You mean you don’t even know how to spend money?”

“That is absolutely impossible!” Wen Yunqing tucked her phone into her pocket. “Mom, don’t worry, not a single cent of this money will be left!”

Only a fool wouldn’t spend money when they have it!

Since they were out, neither of them was interested in shopping for clothes. After a brief discussion, they headed to the antique trading district in the city center.

“Can you identify antiques?” Wen Yimeng asked, a little curious.

Wen Yunqing thought for a moment. “I can probably tell their age, but I can’t tell the quality.”

“Wow, then can we find a bargain?” Wen Yimeng got excited. If she could learn this, she wouldn’t have to worry about running out of money in the future.

An City’s Antique Street was not very famous. Apart from people living nearby who might stroll over, there were virtually no tourists.

“How much are these things?” Not long after walking in, Wen Yimeng saw a small pushcart piled with trinkets like copper coins, broken silver pieces, and ceramic bowls.

“Which one do you want?” The vendor looked to be in his early fifties, short in stature, with slightly graying hair.

Wen Yimeng looked around for a bit, then picked up one of the items. “Is this a silver dollar?”

“Yes, I collected this in the countryside. I bought it for 500 yuan. If you want it, just give me 600,” the vendor said, his tone quite familiar.

Wen Yimeng frowned slightly. The price wasn’t very high, but she still tried to haggle. “600 yuan? How about 5…”

“How about 5 yuan?” Wen Yunqing interjected first. “This is just a craft item. It was probably made just a month ago.”

The vendor, exposed, immediately changed his expression. “What nonsense are you talking about? I collected all these items going street to street! You don’t have to buy it, but you can’t just talk rubbish!”

Wen Yunqing raised an eyebrow. She didn’t want to argue with the vendor any further. “Let’s go. We’ll look at the shops inside.”

After walking two steps, Wen Yimeng asked, “Was that silver dollar fake?”

“Mm. It was most likely forged with something like a lead alloy and then deliberately aged,” Wen Yunqing replied.

“Did you figure that out using a special ability?” Wen Yimeng asked.

Wen Yunqing smiled, and vaguely pointed to her eyebrow with her other hand. “I figured this out with my eyes. Besides, if it were a genuine silver dollar, he wouldn’t need to set up a stall. Any shop here would be willing to take it.”

Wen Yimeng nodded. It seemed her experience was still too shallow; she needed to get out more.

Most of the items in the shops were genuine, but they had also been appraised for a reasonable price long ago. Buying them for collection was fine, but if one wanted to find a bargain and flip it, they would probably lose about a tenth of the cost.

“Yunqing, come look at this ornament,” Wen Yimeng said. “Isn’t it quite pretty?”

Wen Yunqing glanced through the glass case. “The carving looks quite good. It’s made of Zitan wood.”

“Should we buy one to put on the desk?” Wen Yimeng asked. The era of this Zitan ornament was listed as the late Qing Dynasty, and the asking price was 23,000 yuan, which was not very expensive.

Wen Yunqing nodded. The item was genuine. “In your room or mine?”

“Mine, I guess, since you sleep with me every day anyway,” Wen Yimeng said casually. “Excuse me, can you take this out for me?”

As she spoke, Wen Yimeng started rummaging through her small satchel, intending to take out her card to pay.

“Uncle, it’s right here.” Just then, a girl who looked about the same age as them walked in and headed straight for the counter.

“I want this wooden carving ornament. Please wrap it up for me!” The girl pointed at the ornament that the salesclerk had just taken out. “Uncle, hurry up and pay for me!”