The Days and Nights of Being Targeted by a Flirtatious Senior Sister - Chapter 19

Su Yang ate that celebratory dinner without tasting a single bite. Her mind was entirely occupied by Wen Yusheng’s remark, “The feel must be great,” and those eyes that seemed to be smiling yet not smiling. She felt like a fish being roasted over a fire, uncomfortable from head to toe.

Wen Yusheng, however, acted as if absolutely nothing had happened. She cut her steak with elegance, took small sips of red wine, and occasionally chatted with Su Yang about the match. Her tone was gentle and her attitude natural, as if the person who had just teased Su Yang until she was flushed and breathless wasn’t her at all.

Looking at the effortless composure Wen Yusheng displayed, Su Yang felt a sense of frustration for the first time. She felt like a naked fool in front of this senior; all her thoughts and emotions were laid bare for the other woman to see. Yet, she knew nothing about Wen Yusheng.

She didn’t know which of Wen Yusheng’s words were true and which were false. She didn’t know if those intimate gestures and ambiguous remarks were merely whimsical jokes or… something deeper. This feeling of complete loss of control made Su Yang feel incredibly irritable and uneasy.

After dinner, Wen Yusheng drove Su Yang back to the dormitory. Throughout the journey, neither of them spoke. A subtle silence permeated the car cabin. Su Yang stared at the night scenery flying past the window, her heart a tangled mess of yarn. She wanted to open her mouth and ask Wen Yusheng exactly what she meant.

But she didn’t dare.

She was afraid the answer she would receive was the one she didn’t want to hear. She was afraid Wen Yusheng would smile and say, “Junior, you’re overthinking it; I was just joking with you.”

How awkward and humiliated would she be then?

Su Yang agonized the entire way, and even when the car pulled up downstairs at the dormitory, she couldn’t summon the courage to speak.

“We’re here.” Wen Yusheng unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to look at her.

“Oh… okay.” Su Yang snapped out of it and hurriedly fumbled with her own seatbelt. “Senior, thank you for coming to watch my match today and for treating me to dinner.” She kept her head down, not daring to meet Wen Yusheng’s eyes.

“Why are you being so polite with me?” Wen Yusheng smiled. “You played very well today. I am very proud of you.”

Hearing those words, Su Yang’s heart warmed again. All the irritability and unease seemed to be smoothed away at that moment.

“Then I’ll… go up first.” Su Yang pushed open the car door, preparing to get out.

“Wait.”

Wen Yusheng suddenly called out to her. Su Yang stopped and turned back. She saw Wen Yusheng lean over, bringing her face close. The distance between them vanished in an instant.

Su Yang could clearly see Wen Yusheng’s long, curled eyelashes and the deep glimmer in her eyes. She could smell the cold, heart-fluttering scent on Wen Yusheng’s body. Su Yang’s heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably once again.

She thought Wen Yusheng was going to do something.

However, Wen Yusheng merely reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair from Su Yang’s forehead behind her ear. Her fingertips were icy, brushing against Su Yang’s burning earlobe, sending a faint shiver through her.

“Your hair was messy.”

Wen Yusheng’s voice was very light and soft, almost like a murmur. Having finished the gesture, she retreated, leaning back against the seat with a warm smile. “Go on up. Get some rest early.”

Su Yang felt her brain short-circuit again. She practically scrambled out of the car with uncoordinated limbs and sprinted into the dormitory building without looking back. It wasn’t until she ran back to her room and closed the door that she leaned against it, gasping for breath.

She raised her hand and touched her still-burning ear. The icy touch of Wen Yusheng’s fingertips seemed to linger there. Su Yang buried her face in her palms and let out a painful groan.

She was done for. She was truly done for. She seemed to have… actually turned gay. And she had been “bent” by a profound, dark-bellied senior whom she couldn’t see through at all.

Over the next few days, Su Yang lived in a daze. Having won the match, her reputation at school soared. Everywhere she went, people greeted her, calling her “Goddess Yang.” Girls, in particular, showed an unprecedented level of enthusiasm toward her.

Every day, people sought her out for various reasons. Some brought water and towels; some asked for basketball tips; some blushed while asking for her WeChat. There were even bold ones who confessed their feelings to her directly downstairs at the dormitory.

Su Yang had become the “Sapphic Crush” (Ji Quan Tian Cai) of the PE College in every sense of the word. In the past, Su Yang might have felt a bit smug. But now, she only felt annoyed. Because her heart could no longer hold anyone else.

Her mind was completely filled with Wen Yusheng’s image.

It was the way she held an umbrella for her in the rain. It was the way she looked worried by her hospital bed. It was the way she applauded for her from the stands. It was the way she leaned into her ear and whispered, “You have a great figure.”

Su Yang realized she was poisoned. She was infected with a toxin named “Wen Yusheng,” and it had already reached her marrow—she was beyond saving. She wanted to see her; she wanted it so much she was going crazy.

However, since the day the match ended, Wen Yusheng seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth, never once initiating contact. Su Yang held her phone every day, scrolling through their chat logs over and over, yet she never had the courage to send a single message.

She was afraid. She feared her passion would be met with the other’s indifference. She feared the little courage she had managed to scrape together would be shattered by a casual “I’m busy.” She was like a prisoner awaiting sentencing, living through days like years in anxiety and torment.

What she didn’t know was that all her movements were being watched by someone else.

Wen Yusheng was indeed busy. She had to handle the mess Wen Zi’ang left behind at the company, deal with the relentless pestering of a man named Zhou Mingxuan, and prepare her important graduation thesis.

But no matter how busy she was, she would find time to “inspect” the recent status of her little puppy. She would “coincidentally” pass by the gymnasium and see Su Yang surrounded by a crowd of girls, looking flustered. She would “accidentally” open the school forum and see the thread pinned at the top: “A Deep Dive into Our School’s New Sapphic Crush, Su Yang—With Photos as Proof.”

The thread was full of photos of Su Yang. There were snapshots of her sweating on the court, candid shots of her eating in the cafeteria, and even a high-definition photo of her lifting her jersey to wipe sweat, revealing her abs. The comments below were a chorus of screams.

“Goddess Yang is so handsome! I want to have her babies!” “Those abs! That waistline! I’m down!” “Begging for Goddess Yang’s WeChat! Paying top dollar!” “Everyone above can stop dreaming; I heard Goddess Yang is already taken by Senior Wen Yusheng from the Management Department!” “Real or fake? Is there proof? I can’t accept this!”

Wen Yusheng watched these comments expressionlessly. Then, using her alt account, she silently gave a “like” to the comment saying Su Yang was “already taken.” After liking it, she turned off her phone, though her eyes were icy.

“Sapphic Crush?” Wen Yusheng sneered inwardly. It seemed she had been too indulgent with her little puppy lately, to the point that everyone had forgotten that a collar had long since been placed around this dog’s neck.

She felt it was necessary to go and assert her dominance.

That afternoon, just as Su Yang finished training, she was blocked by a strange girl. The girl was very beautiful, with a flamboyant kind of beauty, wearing exquisite makeup and a fiery red camisole dress that looked completely out of place among the athletes in tracksuits.

“You’re Su Yang?” The girl looked her up and down, her eyes filled with a bit of pickiness and scrutiny.

“I am. May I ask who you are?” Su Yang was puzzled.

“I’m Chen Manni, from the Arts College.” The girl lifted her chin with an innate sense of superiority. “I saw your match. You played alright.”

“Thanks,” Su Yang replied politely.

“I like you,” Chen Manni said bluntly, getting straight to the point. “Be my girlfriend.”

Su Yang: “…”

She was stunned by this sudden, domineering-CEO-style confession. In all her years, this was the first time she had encountered a girl so direct.

“Uh… sorry, classmate.” Su Yang snapped out of it and scratched her head awkwardly. “I… I don’t like girls.”

Even though she now had serious doubts about whether she was straight, she subconsciously used this reason as a shield in front of outsiders.

“Don’t like them?” Chen Manni arched an eyebrow as if the answer was laughable. “It doesn’t matter; feelings can be cultivated. I don’t mind that you don’t like me now. Anyway, you will definitely fall for me later.” Her tone was full of confidence, as if Su Yang was already in the bag.

Su Yang was almost amused by her entitled attitude. “Classmate, I think you might have misunderstood.” Su Yang dropped the politeness, her tone turning cold. “I already have someone I like.”

The words came out almost instinctively. After saying them, Su Yang herself was stunned. When did she have someone she liked? Who was it? A figure in a white dress with long flowing hair uncontrollably surfaced in her mind. Su Yang’s heart skipped a beat.

“Someone you like?” Chen Manni’s face darkened. “Who? Is it that Wen Yusheng from the Management Department?” It seemed the rumors on the forum weren’t baseless.

“What if it is? What if it isn’t?” Su Yang didn’t want to waste words. “Anyway, I’m not interested in you. Please don’t come looking for me again.” With that, she moved to bypass Chen Manni.

“Stop right there!” Chen Manni blocked her path relentlessly. “Su Yang, I advise you to think clearly.” Chen Manni’s gaze became contemptuous. “A woman like Wen Yusheng isn’t someone you can handle. She and you are not from the same world. She’s just playing with you for the novelty. Once she’s bored, she’ll toss you away like trash.”

“You’re lying!” Su Yang’s temper flared instantly. “Don’t talk about Senior like that!”

In her heart, Wen Yusheng was the best and gentlest person in the world. She would not allow anyone to use such malicious language to slander her.

“I’m lying?” Chen Manni sneered. “Do you even know who she is? She’s the eldest daughter of the Wen Group! Do you know who surrounds her? People like Zhou Mingxuan, the rising star of the business world! And you? You’re just a poor student. Besides playing ball, what do you have? How can you compare to them?”

Chen Manni’s words were like sharp knives, stabbing deeply into Su Yang’s heart. Su Yang’s face turned pale bit by bit. It was true. She and Wen Yusheng were not from the same world. The gap between them was like heaven and earth.

The possibility that Wen Yusheng’s kindness was merely for “novelty” or “fun,” as Chen Manni said, filled Su Yang with an immense, unspeakable panic and sense of powerlessness. She looked at the aggressive Chen Manni, feeling doubt for the first time—doubt about herself, and doubt about her relationship with Wen Yusheng.

Just as her mind was in chaos and she didn’t know how to retaliate, a cold, somewhat languid voice suddenly rang out from behind her.

“Oh? Is that so?”

“How come I didn’t know that my affairs had reached the point where an outsider could dictate them?”

Su Yang spun around. Not far away, Wen Yusheng was slowly walking toward them. Today, she wore a sharply tailored white suit, her long hair tied in a low ponytail. Her face was adorned with exquisite, light makeup, her red lips slightly curved, but her eyes were ice-cold. She exuded a powerful aura of a superior.

She walked to Su Yang’s side and naturally stood still. Then, in front of Chen Manni, she reached out and intimately adjusted Su Yang’s slightly messy collar. Her gaze, however, was like a sharp blade directed straight at Chen Manni.

“You,” Wen Yusheng looked at Chen Manni, her lips curling into a frigid arc as she spoke word by word.

“You dare to touch my person?”