Take Away My Sickly Beauty [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 9

“Is that so?” Hearing Chen Jiyu’s words, Ann tilted her head to look at her. “Rest assured, from now on, every banquet you attend will be quiet and comfortable.”

Because that fellow Ye Wuming had returned to the country and met Chen Jiyu, Ann would no longer allow anyone to bully her.

Chen Jiyu, of course, understood the underlying meaning.

However, this kindness was so heavy that she feared she… might not be able to bear it.

“It is already a debt of gratitude difficult to repay that Cupid is willing to help the Chen Group. President Ye said she wanted to be friends with me… but I am seven years older than her. At this age, I’m afraid I no longer have much in common with President Ye.”

They both knew clearly that Ye Wuming wanted to be more than just ordinary friends with Chen Jiyu.

But there was too great an age gap between them. Sometimes Chen Jiyu would think that if she were a few years younger, if she were a bit healthier, or if the Chen Group were stronger, then she would certainly become very close friends with Ye Wuming.

“Don’t say these things to me; go tell that idiot Ye Wuming yourself.” Ann refused to be a messenger, especially for words of rejection like these.

“To be honest, if I were you, I would definitely seize the opportunity to squeeze every bit of value out of that idiot Ye Wuming while she’s infatuated with me. Besides, she doesn’t even mind if you just treat her as an ordinary friend, so why do you care?” Ann’s gaze was incredibly sharp; nothing could escape her eyes.

She was a seasoned veteran in the fields of romance, a master of moving through flowers without a single leaf clinging to her. Chen Jiyu’s small lie could not deceive her.

The physical disability, the decline of the Chen Group, and the age gap all of these filled Chen Jiyu with dread. Accustomed to management and strategy, she could not help but try to leave a “way out” for herself.

After all, from the very beginning, the status between her and Ye Wuming had been unequal.

“Why do I care…” Chen Jiyu mused. “To ignore the other person’s feelings and simply exploit her that is the behavior of a scoundrel.”

It was too despicable; Chen Jiyu could not bring herself to do it.

Ooh~ If the setting hadn’t been inappropriate, Ann would have burst out laughing.

In this circle, someone was actually talking to her about not exploiting others. In business, one chases profit; for people like them, the two large characters for “Profit” occupied half of their vision.

What could make a serious, proper businesswoman give up profit that was within her reach? If this wasn’t a stirring of the heart…

“Actually, I’m curious. Why have you been able to tolerate that brat Ye Wuming showing her affection in front of you for so long?” Given the age difference, Ye Wuming was little more than a brat in her eyes.

That girl’s brain regressed by half the moment she saw her “light”; who knew what childish things she might have done? For a steady, calm, and mature woman like Chen Jiyu to tolerate Ye Wuming hovering around her was something of a miracle.

The answer to this question was no secret, and there was nothing to hide.

“Miss Ann, do you remember me saying that it has been a long time since I attended such a quiet and comfortable banquet?” Chen Jiyu seemed to recall something, and her beautiful eyes curved into a gentle arc.

“It has been a long time since anyone stepped in to help me out of a predicament.” Her tone, sounding almost like a sigh, was a true reflection of her innermost feelings.

She was born with a lame foot.

Therefore, since her parents passed away, even her cousin Cheng Ye, who used to be very close to her, had never defended her on this point.

Because she was a “cripple,” people naturally seized upon it and refused to let go. Even if she was attacked because of it, there was nothing to be done. Who told her she wasn’t a “whole” person?

The intimidation from the eldest daughter of the Liu family was just a small appetizer; she had experienced far worse. She simply endured it and moved on. Regardless of everything, she was still the CEO of the Chen Group and had to support the family business left by her parents to keep it from falling.

“Aside from my parents, she is the only person who worried that my hem would get dirty.”

A floor-length gown was not just a garment to highlight beauty for her; it was the armor that concealed her flaws.

The long hem unfolded like flower petals, displaying her most beautiful side to the world.

But too many people wanted this clean, beautiful flower to be stained with dust, to let black filth seep into its edges, leaving her flaws with nowhere to hide.

The malicious ones claimed they wanted to see the “truest” side of this flower, and they high-mindedly shouted that they were only doing this to make her appearance match her reality.

They stood on the “moral high ground” to gloss over their own evil deeds.

“Walking up there in a long skirt will get the hem dirty.” On the dirt path in the Liu family garden, Chen Jiyu would never forget those words Ye Wuming said to her.

Amidst those mocking gazes, those words were like a breeze blowing through a forest, whisking away the unbearable stench of the dirt road and bringing the sweet scent of flowers and grass.

She didn’t have to lift her skirt and reveal her physical defect under the watchful eyes of the crowd, nor did she have to throw her dignity under her feet to be trampled.

Whether it was a moment of impulse or self-interest, she did not refuse when Ye Wuming asked her to go to Jungle Valley that day.

Unlike the pure and simple Ye Wuming, she knew from the start that it was a famous dating spot.

Perhaps her intentions were impure, perhaps they were ugly… who could say.

But if she hadn’t heard the news of the Second Miss of the He family returning to the country, if she didn’t know the inside story of how that girl idolized the founder of Cupid, and if she wasn’t aware that the girl was about the same age as Ye Wuming, perhaps she could have continued to cling to Ye Wuming with her impure thoughts.

The Second Miss of the He family was incredibly beautiful the kind of beauty that makes it impossible for anyone to look away. Moreover, she was healthy and backed by a prominent family.

The never-conceding Chen Jiyu felt for the first time that she had lost. She lost to her lame foot and she lost to her age.

A seven-year age gap. Before the traces of time could even kiss and leave fine lines at the corners of Ye Wuming’s eyes, wrinkles would already be crawling across her own face.

When beauty fades, love wanes. Chen Jiyu was simply too afraid.

“Don’t worry. If you don’t like her, just pretend you don’t know anything.” Although it sounded a bit “trashy,” as Ye Wuming’s friend, Ann still wanted to try and fight for her.

“Because in that idiot’s eyes, even just staying by your side as a friend is enough for her to feel happy.”

Some people possess gold, silver, treasures, power, and status, yet only one person lives in their heart. Before that person, everything they own is mundane and useless. They are like a beggar, pleading for a morsel of pity from their beloved.

A poor beggar who has nothing being able to stay by their beloved’s side and do something for them makes them so happy they smile all day long.

It was so humble it was almost unbearable to watch.

“Of course, as her friend, I still hope that if you have feelings for her too, you’ll try to trust her.” Ann was someone who had been saved by Ye Wuming; she understood Ye Wuming’s stubbornness and persistence, and even more, she understood her strength and confidence.

“She will never fail you.”

Hearing this, Chen Jiyu subconsciously clenched her fists. Her neatly trimmed, rounded nails pressed into her palms, leaving several crescent-shaped marks of blood.

She felt that Ann didn’t quite understand.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Ye Wuming’s feelings; on the contrary, she was afraid of harming Ye Wuming.

The dignified founder of Cupid having a same-sex wife who was also a “cripple” seven years her senior such a thing wouldn’t look good on the table, and it would sound even worse when spoken aloud.

“Actually, to be honest, I think you are quite wonderful.” Ann had very high standards and was a keen judge of character. “Don’t underestimate the eye of a top designer. You have a light on you the kind of warm light that can illuminate many people.”

Resilience, forbearance, gentle strength, as well as kindness and an unbending backbone.

Too many people used words to wound Chen Jiyu. Among them, how many were trying to humiliate her, trying to break her proud spirit and snap her lofty dignity?

They wanted to pull this free-soaring eagle down from the sky, break her wings, and lock her in a cage.

They loved the idea of watching the mild yet proud CEO of the Chen Group turn into a wailing canary.

Fortunately, Chen Jiyu didn’t let them succeed. She held on until Ye Wuming returned to the country held on until a gentle yet powerful wind lifted her exhausted body and sent her back into the sky.

“Alright, I’ll think about it some more.” Ann’s sincere gaze caused Chen Jiyu to concede.

She had originally thought Ann wasn’t a lobbyist, but who knew that every word this person said would strike exactly at her weaknesses.

Then she would wait until the crisis of the Chen Group was over. At that time, she would certainly give Ye Wuming a proper response.

Whether it was a rejection, or an acceptance.

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