It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 85

“Are you thinking about proposing to Ye Wanjia?”

Wei Xiaoxiao’s mysterious question was like a sparkling magic wand, sweeping once through a lush green forest before brushing lightly against a hyacinth’s petals. In an instant, light scattered, and fireflies filled the sky.

Pei Suye lowered her gaze, her beautiful lips curving softly into a tender smile. Her eyes flickered as she lifted her lashes and glanced toward the kitchen. There, Ye Wanjia was slicing vegetables while humming a tune. She was like a little elf dancing joyfully in the woods, filling the air with sweet song.

“Not a proposal.”

Her lips moved, her thoughts sinking into a dream filled with pink bubbles—gentle, lingering, tender. Her gaze seemed to shatter the night sky into a sea of stars, brimming with affection.

“Not yet.”

At that moment, her eyes carried such depth and devotion. By chance, she stood near the window, sunlight spilling into her eyes, shimmering like flowing silk.

Wei Xiaoxiao later said she had lost out that day—because, as a photography enthusiast, she didn’t have her camera on hand. Otherwise, that scene would’ve become another “legendary shot,” one Ye Wanjia would’ve gladly traded an entire semester’s worth of homework for.

Wei Xiaoxiao stayed for a week, during which the two girls took her sightseeing around the town. They even drove out to the shopping mall, buying loads of clothes and bags.

“No wonder so many people do personal shopping here—it really is so much cheaper!”

On the shopping day, Pei Suye had business in the city center. Ye Wanjia had no choice but to watch in horror as Wei Xiaoxiao bought bags worth ten or twenty thousand as if they were cabbages, her own heart thumping nervously. She glanced left and right but couldn’t find anyone who shared her feelings.

Until she saw a coat in the shop window.

It was a knee-length reversible coat, pure moon-white—not the stark white of paper, but faintly tinged with the palest blue, subtle enough to miss at first glance, yet evoking a cool, clear impression right away.

Along the edges ran a finger-width trim in sky blue, outlining the coat’s silhouette with sharp definition.

If Senior Sister wore it, it would look stunning.

She was certain.

She stood frozen like a sculpture, staring dazedly for a few seconds, until Wei Xiaoxiao caught her expression. Without waiting for Wanjia to say a word, she marched into the store, pointing at the coat in the window:

“That one.”

As it turns out, buying things abroad doesn’t require much vocabulary. A single “that”—maybe with a “this” at most—and the clerk would understand.

Noticing the luxury-brand shopping bags already in Wei Xiaoxiao’s hands, several clerks rushed over, offering to carry bags, pour tea, and explain the fabric. But Wei Xiaoxiao waved them aside grandly and beckoned to Ye Wanjia, who was jogging in from the doorway:

“Ye Wanjia, come try it on.”

Ye Wanjia came in with a start. “Isn’t this brand super expensive?”

If it went over her credit card limit, she’d be in big trouble next month.

Without a word, Wei Xiaoxiao tugged off her coat. “Don’t worry about the price—just try it on first.”

Right then, an Asian-looking clerk stepped forward.

“This coat isn’t expensive.”

She spoke in Chinese. Seeing their startled looks, she smiled and explained:

“Because the size runs small, it’s marked down to $500.”

Ye Wanjia looked at her—arched brows, straight nose, thin lips. A strikingly beautiful Asian face.

“You’re Chinese too?” she asked.

The clerk smiled. “Yes, I’m a student at Davis, working part-time here.”

Instantly, Ye Wanjia felt like she’d found an ally. “Me too—what a coincidence.”

Just as they were about to bond further, Wei Xiaoxiao interrupted:

“Well, if she’s a fellow student, can’t you give us a discount?”

Normally, she never bargained—but this time it was Ye Wanjia buying. This girl, who usually wouldn’t splurge even on milk tea and carefully budgeted every day, clearly couldn’t afford a $500 coat.

The clerk gave a wry smile. “Sorry, the markdown price was set by the manager. But I can request a free gift for you. There’s a silk scarf that pairs really well with this coat.”

Caught between the allure of the coat and the scarf, Ye Wanjia soon agreed to try it on.

The brand’s sizes ran large, and even the smallest S was still roomy on her. The front opened in a draped design, with the upper edge aligned to the shoulders and flaring outward along the shoulder line, enhancing the shoulder shape and adding stature.

But Ye Wanjia’s shoulders weren’t broad enough. On her, the unique design gave off a faintly ill-fitting, almost bulky look.

“It’s a bit big.”

The clerk touched her shoulder and suggested, “If your shoulders were two centimeters wider, it would be perfect here. But no problem—we can tailor it. You can come back next weekend to pick it up.”

Ye Wanjia said nothing. Her gaze fell to where the clerk’s hand measured, right at the spot where Pei Suye’s shoulders would have fit perfectly.

“No alterations—it’s just right.”

To love someone is to be idly wandering through shops, suddenly see something that feels especially suited to her, and then stop at nothing to buy it.

So she later wrote in Miss Pei and Miss Ye, Part Two, Chapter 85.

Ye Wanjia looked at herself in the full-length mirror, but her eyes were unfocused—as though imagining that person wearing the coat instead.

At that moment, it felt as if she had stepped into a lake of flickering light. Ripples shimmered across the surface, sunlight scattering into glimmers like pearls, like crystals, like diamonds—like everything bright and beautiful.

Wei Xiaoxiao recognized that look. She’d seen it before, in Pei Suye’s eyes the day she hid the ring.

So this is love: the moment you think of her, your gaze softens of its own accord, filled with starlight.

How wonderful.

Wei Xiaoxiao thought, and an image flashed through her mind—someone far away in London, with whom she had long since parted.

That night, to catch her early morning flight, Wei Xiaoxiao went to bed early. Thoughtfully, she even shooed Ye Wanjia off to Pei Suye’s room, saying loftily: “The lady needs her beauty sleep and doesn’t like to be disturbed.”

And so, Ye Wanjia finally had her chance at a private world for two. She headed to the balcony corner, retrieving the coat she had hidden away as soon as she’d come home.

Why hide it?

Because Pei Suye hated it when she spent too much money on gifts. Back when they were dating, she’d once given Pei Suye a set of brooches worth over a thousand, only to be scolded. If Pei Suye knew this coat had cost $500, she’d insist on returning it.

To avoid a confrontation and endless explanations, Ye Wanjia had cut off the tag the moment she left the mall, ditched the elegant box with Wei Xiaoxiao, and slipped the coat into a cheap Minions plastic bag she’d bought at a department store.

From the outside, it looked like a second-hand item picked up at a flea market.

Perfect.

“Um… I bought you something.”

Carrying the puffy Minions bag, she walked toward someone who had just stepped out of the shower.

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