I Got Together With the Fake Heiress - Chapter 6

Li Ruolan barely maintained her smile and agreed, then watched as Wen Yunqing walked past her and sat down in the spot that originally belonged to her.

“Why did you come over? This isn’t your seat,” Wen Yimeng pouted. She was a little upset. Her deskmate had kindly wanted to mediate their conflict, so why was Wen Yunqing still targeting her?

Wen Yunqing blinked. “Didn’t you hear, Yimeng? That student said we are family. Family should sit together, right?”

Wen Yimeng choked. Could the two of them even be considered family? They didn’t share any blood ties.

“I need to practice the violin. Do you know how?” Wen Yimeng stopped her wandering thoughts and asked.

Wen Yunqing immediately shook her head. “I don’t.”

“Then we aren’t suitable to sit together. I need to be with Li Ruolan. We need to discuss violin techniques,” Wen Yimeng said. She didn’t want or need to get along well with Wen Yunqing.

Given their current situation, becoming good friends and a family was simply a fantasy!

“Although I don’t know the violin, I can listen to you practice,” Wen Yunqing said. Suddenly, she leaned forward, closing the distance between herself and Wen Yimeng. “Darling Yimeng, haven’t you noticed? A lot of people are secretly observing the two of us.”

Wen Yimeng fell silent. This must be Wen Yunqing threatening me, right? If I don’t agree, is she going to reveal my identity here?

Actually, she wasn’t. Wen Yunqing was merely pointing it out. Even if it was an insinuation, she just wanted to tell Wen Yimeng that the classmates agreed with her reasoning.

“If that’s not okay, why don’t you teach me to play the violin?” Wen Yunqing suggested. “It can count as reviewing old knowledge and learning new things.”

Wen Yimeng looked at Wen Yunqing with a strange expression. “Are you serious about wanting me to teach you the violin?”

Instruments aren’t something you can just pick up and play. Wen Yunqing probably can’t even read sheet music or scales. How was she supposed to teach her?

Wen Yunqing rubbed her chin. “It doesn’t look that difficult. Why don’t you let me try?”

Wen Yimeng hesitated slightly. Noticing several people watching them, she handed her violin to her. “If you want to try, go ahead.”

Wen Yunqing took it, imitated Wen Yimeng’s posture, rested the violin on her shoulder, glanced at the strings, and started playing with considerable confidence.

Screeech— The harsh, grating sound made Wen Yimeng’s scalp tingle. “Stop! You’re pressing too hard. Lighter, and slower.”

“Okay,” Wen Yunqing nodded. The sound was too loud just now, right? I’ll just be lighter.

Gulp—da—quack— A sound like a broken, intermittent duck’s quack drifted out.

Wen Yimeng fell into an awkward silence. She didn’t know whether she should snatch the violin back from Wen Yunqing or pretend she didn’t know anything and let her continue embarrassing herself.

Wen Yunqing herself seemed oblivious to the quality of her performance. She only knew she was producing different sounds and thought she was quite talented.

“Wait a moment.” Wen Yimeng struggled briefly, but still called for a halt.

She realized that embarrassment was secondary. If she didn’t stop Wen Yunqing, after one class, she might develop an aversion to the violin herself.

“What’s wrong? Was my playing not good enough?” Wen Yunqing asked humbly. “Why don’t you give me some pointers?”

“…” Not good enough? That was absolute nonsense!

“I think the violin isn’t suited for you. Someone like you is suited for…” Wen Yimeng spoke with difficulty. “Suited for a grander instrument. The piano, for example, would be good.”

Anyway, the piano is one note per key. Even randomly hitting keys won’t sound too terrible.

“Really?” Wen Yunqing raised an eyebrow. Why does my darling Yimeng’s expression seem a bit strange? Is she surprised by my talent?

“Yes, there’s a piano over there. You can go try it,” Wen Yimeng “kindly” pointed in the direction of the piano.

Please, don’t stay here and pollute my ears anymore! I still like playing the violin!

“I don’t know the piano either. Why don’t you teach me, Yimeng?” Learning instruments was secondary. What she wanted was to spend time with darling Yimeng and nurture their feelings.

“Fine, I’ll teach you.” Wen Yimeng conceded. Since they couldn’t openly conflict at school, she would take a step back and go along with Wen Yunqing’s wishes.

The facts proved that Wen Yunqing truly had no talent.

Wen Yimeng initially patiently covered some basic music theory, like scales and pitches, but after hearing Wen Yunqing play a piece that was too awful to endure, her last bit of hope vanished.

In the end, she had to abandon all theoretical knowledge and teach Wen Yunqing directly by playing order, detailing which finger to press where. Only then did Wen Yunqing manage to play a strained version of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”

“Remember, don’t sit next to me next class!” Hearing the dismissal bell ring, Wen Yimeng was nearly overjoyed with relief. She was finally free from this suffering!

Wen Yunqing was puzzled. She tilted her head and looked at Wen Yimeng. “Why? Darling Yimeng, do you dislike me?”

“Yes, I dislike you! I don’t want to be that close to you!” Wen Yimeng said with a straight face. “From now on, we can just be ordinary classmates.”

Wen Yunqing froze, her eyes full of confusion. “You… dislike me? Why?”

“No ‘why.’ Your name is Wen Yunqing, and my name is Wen Yimeng. That already puts us on opposite sides,” Wen Yimeng stated. Thinking of something someone had said to her before, she couldn’t help but clench her fists.

“You don’t need to act with me anymore. Didn’t you return to the Wen family just to drive me out and reclaim what you lost in these seventeen years?” Wen Yimeng said. “We are destined to be on opposite sides.”

There was no one near the piano, so Wen Yimeng spoke without too many reservations.

“Why would you still think that?” Wen Yunqing was even more confused. “The first time we met, didn’t I tell you that I can leave immediately if you just say the word?”

Wen Yimeng didn’t believe her and questioned, “Is that the truth?”

Wen Yunqing nodded. “Just say the word, and I’ll do it.”

Wen Yimeng stared at Wen Yunqing. Her serious expression was very persuasive, making her heart nearly waver. She almost spoke the words.

“If you leave, I’ll be the one who’s wrong,” Wen Yimeng dodged Wen Yunqing’s gaze and quickly said, “School is over. The driver will be waiting for you at the main gate. I’m leaving first.”

After saying that, she didn’t wait for Wen Yunqing’s reaction, grabbing her small cross-body bag and leaving immediately.

Wen Yunqing remained seated in the chair. She earnestly pondered whether Wen Yimeng had misunderstood her intentions. If she had, was it because her expression was lacking, or for some other reason?

Concepts like communication skills or the art of conversation did not exist in Wen Yunqing’s understanding.

Why?

Because in Wen Yunqing’s previous life, from the moment she gained memory, she had been revered as a savior. She had fame, status, and power. She stood at the top of the pyramid from the very beginning.

It was precisely because of this that Wen Yunqing found the texts called melodramatic novels so interesting. The characters’ joy, anger, sorrow, and delight were things she had never experienced or felt.

In other words, in her original world, no one had ever defied her will. Wherever she went, there were only countless people supporting and welcoming her. No one had ever said the words, “I dislike you,” to her.

Wen Yunqing’s period of contemplation was not long, only about ten minutes. When she snapped out of it, she was the only one left in the music room.

Never mind. She couldn’t figure out this problem. She would just pick a time to ask her darling Yimeng. She still believed she possessed a certain personal charisma.

Just as Wen Yunqing stood up, preparing to leave, three boys appeared out of nowhere and blocked the classroom door.

“Move aside, I need to leave,” Wen Yunqing smelled the faint body odor on the three boys and took a step back.

“Move aside? Open your eyes and see who the f*** I am!” Zhang Yao said fiercely. He hadn’t forgotten what happened at noon.

“The f***?” The familiar self-address instantly triggered Wen Yunqing’s memory. “Oh, so it’s the person who gave me a grand bow before.”

Wen Yunqing chuckled. “What is it? Are you asking me for something again?”

“You neither male nor female stinky bitch, you can’t just say things like that! Don’t you know that?” Zhang Yao’s face was flushed, either from anger or shame.

“I’m going home. I don’t want to waste time with you,” Wen Yunqing said patiently. In her eyes, these people were children, and she didn’t like bullying the young.

“You won’t cry until you see the coffin, huh?” Zhang Yao spat, raising his fist directly toward Wen Yunqing’s face.

Wen Yunqing sighed internally. This person clearly hasn’t practiced. Why does he punch like this every time? Hasn’t he learned his lesson?

The move might be cliché, but it works. Wen Yunqing used her old trick, stepping back half a pace, and immediately raising her leg to kick forward.

This time, Zhang Yao had learned his lesson. He quickly pulled back his fist and retreated a step, instinctively protecting his abdomen.

“Stupid,” Wen Yunqing judged with a single word. She followed up with a hook punch that landed directly on Zhang Yao’s face.

“Hiss!” It wasn’t Zhang Yao who gasped, but his two lackeys. “Brother Yao, are you okay?”

“Get lost! I’m perfectly fine!” Zhang Yao said, gritting his teeth. When he tasted a faint hint of blood in his mouth, his expression turned ugly. “What are you standing around for? Teach her a lesson!”

The two lackeys hesitated. “Brother Yao, she’s a girl, after all. Weren’t we just supposed to scare her?”

“Did you not hear what I said?” Zhang Yao practically roared!

He was humiliated! He had to regain face!