I Got Together With the Fake Heiress - Chapter 90

After realizing that her alarm was a false one, Wen Yunqing slightly relaxed her strained mind and didn’t cling to her girlfriend quite as tightly.

However, since the person behind the scenes had yet to be found, Wen Yunqing dove into the study and spent an entire night drawing fifty Heavenly Thunder Talismans. She linked every single talisman to Wen Yimeng’s spiritual power, transforming them into talismans that only the two of them could activate.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep them safe,” Wen Yimeng reassured her. It had been almost two weeks since the last attack, and she had adjusted her mindset. “But you, you must pay attention to your safety. Don’t let your guard down just because you think you’re very powerful.”

“Okay. I’ll be back by the afternoon at the latest. If you get bored, you can call Zhou Jun or Liang You out to go shopping,” Wen Yunqing leaned down slightly, her eyes watching her with a smile.

Wen Yimeng didn’t waste time. She grabbed Wen Yunqing’s collar, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed her. “Come back soon.”

“Yes, Ma’am~” Wen Yunqing kissed her girlfriend back before reluctantly stepping into the elevator and leaving.

As soon as Wen Yunqing left, Wen Yimeng felt the room become somewhat empty. She first turned on the television, nestled herself on the sofa, and started watching a recent variety show. After watching for a short while, she began to feel sleepy.

Oh, right. She remembered that things had gotten a little intense last night. After all, some things were not convenient to do in the dorm and had to be done at home.

As she thought, Wen Yimeng’s eyelids started drooping. Accompanied by the sounds of laughter and frolicking coming from the television, she gradually drifted off to sleep.

Wen Yimeng felt like she had arrived in a very strange place. She found that she seemed to have shrunk. No, not exactly shrunk; strictly speaking, she had reverted to her appearance from middle school. She even had her schoolbag on her shoulder.

“My dear daughter, Mother has been waiting for you for a long time,” a slightly trembling voice entered her ears, sounding somewhat familiar to Wen Yimeng.

When she turned around and saw the person, her pupils constricted. Li Hong! Why had Li Hong appeared again?

Thanks to Wen Yunqing, Wen Yimeng no longer feared her birth mother. Upon seeing her appear, she even felt an urge to pull out a Heavenly Thunder Talisman and strike her with it.

Oh, my goodness! She must have been infected by Wen Yunqing! It was all her fault for always telling her that if she encountered an opponent, she shouldn’t say a single word of nonsense and should strike first to gain the advantage.

“Yimeng, have you forgotten? You promised Mother that you would become the Miss of the Wen family, and once you obtained the shares, you would bring Mother over to enjoy the good life together,” Li Hong coaxed.

“You must have suffered grievances during the days Mother was away, right? Were you bullied by that little bh* Wen Yunqing?” The Li Hong in the dream, whether real or fake, vehemently slandered Wen Yunqing, portraying her as someone who was unaccomplished, petty, and blinded by the Wen family’s wealth and glory.

What? Her Yunqing was a bad person who was trying to steal the Wen family’s assets from her? Wen Yimeng’s thoughts began to become confused, and many unfamiliar memories surged into her mind.

In these memories, the newly returned Wen Yunqing was not friendly to her at all. She had almost used self-harm tactics to seize the attention of the entire family and then continuously employed schemes to make Father, Mother, and Wen Han despise her and drive her out of the house.

Wait! When did this happen? Did such a thing ever occur? Father and Mother hate her? That shouldn’t be right; hadn’t she already been given the shares?

Wen Yimeng’s memories became increasingly chaotic. She even forgot that she was in a dream, and her emotions began to fluctuate greatly.

“You ask me what you mean to me? You are naturally my precious Yimeng, the person I want to hold hands with for life.”

A familiar voice came once again, and Wen Yimeng recovered a shred of rationality. In this brief moment of clarity, she realized what was wrong. She was clearly already with Wen Yunqing; how could she possibly have been framed and schemed against by her?

Furthermore, how could Wen Yunqing, with her brain that couldn’t understand human speech, possibly engage in cunning political games at home? How could Wen Han possibly call Yunqing his good younger sister?

If she hadn’t been blocking them both, they would have started fighting long ago!

Therefore, all those messy things must be fake. Her relationship with Yunqing was great; they were even together last night and…

Recalling the intimate details, Wen Yimeng felt like she had found the exit to a maze, and she instantly woke up.

“Hoo—” Wen Yimeng sat up abruptly on the sofa, slowly exhaling a breath. Raising her hand to touch her forehead, Wen Yimeng found that her bangs were soaked with cold sweat.

That’s strange. She hadn’t been reading any melodramatic novels lately, so why would she have such a nightmare?

Wen Yimeng stood up from the sofa, took several deep breaths, and slowly calmed her mind. Before she could head to the bathroom to wash her face and fully wake up, the phone on her coffee table lit up. After she picked it up and unlocked it with her face, several WeChat messages immediately popped up.

Wen Yunqing: Progress is smooth so far, the suspect’s target has been locked down.

Wen Yunqing: It’s almost mealtime. Planning to grab a bite and then go make the arrest.

Wen Yunqing: [Image] Lunch

Wen Yunqing: What about you? Have you eaten?

Wen Yimeng clicked on the image. The lunch in the picture was not particularly extravagant: three dishes and one soup, with only semi-meat and semi-vegetable dishes, no entirely meat dishes.

Lunch? What time is it now?

Wen Yimeng came back to her senses. After glancing at the time in the upper right corner, her eyes were a bit confused. She clearly remembered it was only nine o’clock when she was watching TV, so how was it past eleven in the blink of an eye?

Had she slept for more than two hours? Yunqing had clearly used her spiritual power to nourish her after the fact last night.

Wen Yimeng rubbed her head, trying hard to shake the nightmare content out of her mind. She was not some poor little thing unloved by anyone; she had the love of many, many people.

“Damn it! Failed,” the middle-aged man cursed under his breath. A few seconds later, he felt a surge of blood and pfft! he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

“Um, Master, I did exactly as you told me. Can I leave now?” Li Hong stood not far from the man, asking timidly. Her body was covered in talismans, and her face was pale.