Pretending to Be a Submissive O: My Fiancee Is a Little Pup - Chapter 21

Hearing those words, Ji Yaran nearly spat a mouthful of water directly onto Song Qingxue’s face.

“Fiancee?”

She had always assumed Song Qingxue was in the dark about her situation with Song Yi. Even the last time she mentioned going home, Song Qingxue hadn’t exposed her. Yet, at this moment, listening to her tone, it sounded as if she had known all along!

“Sister, are you okay?” Seeing her choking, Song Qingxue considerately took a tissue to wipe her mouth. “The freshly boiled water is quite hot, you should drink slowly.”

But how could Ji Yaran care about that now?

“Cough, cough… You…” she managed between coughs, “What did you just say?”

“I meant your fiancée, Sister,” Song Qingxue put down the tissue and repeated slowly. “Didn’t you go home this time specifically for that matter?”

Ji Yaran swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “You… know?”

Song Qingxue was perfectly frank. “Mm, it’s not hard to guess.”

Ji Yaran realized then that she had been far too naive.

It made sense; Song Qingxue was halfway into the industry herself, so how could she be completely oblivious to the news of a runaway bride? Song Qingxue had attended Yu Shi’s banquet and knew Ji Yaran’s identity. Having spent all this time together, it was only natural for her to deduce that the trip home was related to the failed wedding.

It was simply that Song Qingxue’s face and her usual behavior were too deceptive, causing Ji Yaran to overlook the obvious.

During their time together, Song Qingxue always maintained a harmless, innocent persona. She was a bit of a crybaby, loved to act spoiled, and was incredibly clingy. No matter what happened, she stood firmly by Ji Yaran’s side, acting like a total “fan girl.”

Even now, as she spoke about the jilted wedding, she did it with the casualness of someone commenting on the nice weather.

The atmosphere suddenly turned exceptionally strange.

After a long pause, Ji Yaran spoke awkwardly, “About running away from the wedding…”

Before she could finish, Song Qingxue interrupted, “I know. You must have had your reasons for doing it, Sister.”

This unconditional trust didn’t bring Ji Yaran any joy. In their social circles, the original owner of this body was widely criticized for the incident, seen as reckless and someone who didn’t keep her promises. Did Song Qingxue not find her behavior even a little excessive?

Ji Yaran was preoccupied with her thoughts, but Song Qingxue seemed to see right through her. She curled her lips into a smile and explained, “Sister, we’ve been together for so long, I trust your character.”

The words “been together” were emphasized deliberately, giving Ji Yaran a faint scent of flirtation.

Song Qingxue paused, then added as if it were a matter of course, “Just as you would trust me, right?”

Ji Yaran watched her for a moment. “Don’t you think… it was very irresponsible?”

Song Qingxue shook her head. “Everything has a cause and an effect. Why should I judge something as irresponsible when I don’t know the full story? Marriage is a major life event. Some enter it willingly, while others are forced. How can you generalize?

Her words were logical. Throughout history, many marriages have been involuntary. While running away can be irresponsible, for those under duress, it is an act of courage. Not to mention, there are many people in the corners of the world who want to resist but lack the power to do so.

Ji Yaran nodded. “I agree with you.”

Unfortunately, the original owner probably ran away out of pure irresponsibility. She was the one who wanted to get married in the first place, and her parents and sister didn’t seem like the type to force her. Her flight was likely just because she had shifted her affections to Yu Shi.

Song Qingxue blinked at her, her voice playful and full of curiosity. “So, can you tell me about her now? Your fiancée?”

Ji Yaran coughed heavily. Talking behind someone’s back about a fiancée she had never even met was a bit difficult for her.

“Why are you so interested in her?”

“Because I want to know you better, Sister,” Song Qingxue wheedled. “Come on, just tell me…”

“Actually…” Ji Yaran paused. “I didn’t even see her.”

Song Qingxue froze.

Ji Yaran picked up her cup, took a sip to soothe her throat, and sighed before explaining, “Since the wedding incident, I haven’t met the third Miss Song at all. When I went to the Song residence the other day, I only saw her eldest sister.”

“Was she very sad?”

“I don’t know.” Ji Yaran shook her head, though she leaned toward thinking she wasn’t. Song Yi was, after all, a daughter of the Song family. Even if she was adopted and perhaps less favored, being sent for a marriage alliance meant she represented the family’s face. Backed by Song Weishuang and Song Feiyu, and already holding the moral high ground, anyone with a bit of a temper would have wanted to curse her out in person to get some justice.

But Song Yi didn’t.

Recalling Song Weishuang’s attitude that day, a thought suddenly crossed Ji Yaran’s mind: Could it be that Song Weishuang didn’t want them to meet and had placed Song Yi under house arrest?

The guess was bold but lacked logic. Ji Yaran shook her head and quickly dismissed it.

“Then, do you want to see her?” Song Qingxue asked.

“I can’t really say if I want to or not,” Ji Yaran said, her feelings regarding the fiancée being quite complex. “But I think, regardless, I should apologize to her in person.”

“Mm, I support you in apologizing to her face-to-face.”

Ji Yaran couldn’t help but smile. “Aren’t you going to ask me why I ran away?”

To her surprise, the usually inquisitive Song Qingxue shook her head. “It’s not important. If you want to tell me, you will. If not, I still trust you.”

“Thank you.” Ji Yaran felt a sense of relief from her words.

People often unknowingly carry prejudices in their speech and actions, but Song Qingxue was incredibly understanding, never judging others based on incomplete information. In this regard, Song Qingxue was actually more mature than many people.

Before long, the waiter began serving the dishes.

“Ladies, here are your orders. Everything should be here now.”

“Thank you,” Song Qingxue said with a beaming smile, then added sweetly, “Could you please change our pot of water? My sister is quite tired today, so she’s a bit thirsty.”

“Of course, please wait a moment.”

After the waiter left, Ji Yaran tasted the stir-fry. The flavor was just right, not too salty, exactly the way she liked it.

“Speaking of which, her two sisters have names very similar to yours.”

Song Qingxue’s hand paused for a split second. “Oh? What are they called?”

“One is Song Weishuang, the other is Song Feiyu.”

Song Qingxue couldn’t help but laugh, asking meaningfully, “Sister, you don’t think I’m that fiancée of yours, do you?”

“To be honest, the thought did cross my mind,” Ji Yaran admitted. “However, the third Miss is adopted, so her name is different from theirs.”

“I see…” Song Qingxue’s voice was unreadable. “Did her sister tell you that?”

“No, I just heard it. In fact, I don’t know much about the third Miss Song at all.”

“Then… do you still want to marry her?”

The question caught Ji Yaran off guard. The answer came almost without thinking.

“Even if I were willing, she wouldn’t be.”

Who would be willing to marry someone who had already jilted them once? Besides, marrying someone without any emotional foundation would be a tragedy for both parties. It was better to leave it be. She figured that Miss Song Yi would probably prefer to marry someone who actually loved her.

Song Qingxue blinked. “You’re right. But I’m really worried that you’ll be made to suffer because of this.”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Ji Yaran smiled at her. “My sister and I went to the Song house specifically to settle this matter.”

“From your expression, I assume it went well?”

“I suppose so. The Song family has a difficult project with technical hurdles they haven’t been able to clear. If the Ji Group assists in solving it, this whole thing will be wiped clean.”

“And… are you confident about it?”

Ji Yaran didn’t answer directly. Instead, she said, “My sister agreed to it. She’s always been cautious, so if she accepted, I assume she has a plan.”

In reality, Ji Yahan had always handled company affairs. As the second daughter of the Ji family, Ji Yaran hadn’t touched the business at all.

Song Qingxue didn’t press further. She smiled and raised her water glass, clinking it against Ji Yaran’s. “Then I wish for a smooth resolution to your family’s troubles.”

After the meal, Ji Yaran pushed open the restaurant door to find the sky looking gloomy, as if it were about to rain.

There had been intermittent showers lately, so she had an umbrella with her. Just as she was about to open it, she felt an indescribable discomfort in her abdomen, like a hot flame flickering wildly inside her.

“Sister, what’s wrong?” Noticing her distress, Song Qingxue caught her arm in time to steady her.

“I think I’m okay…” Ji Yaran’s heart was racing. “I don’t know what happened, I just suddenly felt unwell.”

“Is it your period?” Song Qingxue asked with concern.

Ji Yaran shook her head. “That’s still a while off. I probably just caught a cold.”

“Then let me hold the umbrella, Sister. Let’s get back quickly.” As she spoke, Song Qingxue took the umbrella from her hand and opened it over both of them.

The transparent umbrella covered the sky, just large enough to shield them both. Only then did Ji Yaran realize that while Song Qingxue usually looked fragile, she was actually a bit taller than her.

Ji Yaran reached out and lightly grasped Song Qingxue’s wrist as she held the umbrella. She felt the other girl’s arm stiffen, and a playful mood rose in her heart, the curve of her lips becoming more pronounced.

“Let’s go.”

Because Ji Yaran had traveled home and then followed Ji Yahan to the Song house to apologize the next day, she was exhausted. The moment they returned to the hotel, she collapsed onto the bed.

Song Qingxue sat on the bed and gave her a nudge, sounding like a worried parent. “Sister, take a shower before you sleep.”

Ji Yaran just wanted to close her eyes. “Let me sleep for a bit…”

Song Qingxue patiently insisted, “Sister, you have to wake up early for filming tomorrow. Don’t be lazy.”

Only then did Ji Yaran reluctantly sit up, leaning over to grab a set of clean clothes from the nightstand. “Fine, I’m going now.”

Watching Ji Yaran stumble into the bathroom, a dark glint flashed in Song Qingxue’s eyes. She crossed her legs and leaned her slender frame against the headboard, her silhouette looking both lazy and decadently beautiful in the shifting light of the evening.

She picked up her phone and dialed a very familiar number.

The corners of her mouth turned up in a playful smirk, her tone mocking.

“Ji Yahan went to the Song residence. Apparently, Song Weishuang handed over the technical problem that Mengqi couldn’t solve to the Ji Group. So I was thinking, shouldn’t we take some action as well?”

“If it’s convenient for you, let’s meet up in a few days.”

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