The Days and Nights of Being Targeted by a Flirtatious Senior Sister - Chapter 20

Wen Yusheng’s voice was not loud; it could even be described as very soft.

However, the coldness and sense of oppression contained within those words were like an invisible mountain, instantly weighing down on Chen Manni.

The arrogance and contempt on Chen Manni’s face froze in an instant.

Looking at this woman who had suddenly appeared, a strong sense of crisis welled up in her heart.

She recognized Wen Yusheng.

She had seen this legendary senior from the Department of Economics and Management at various school galas and events. She had also heard various rumors about her: the eldest daughter of the Wen Group, a powerful woman in the business world—an existence that countless people looked up to and flattered.

Chen Manni had always felt that a woman like Wen Yusheng could never have any intersection with a simple-minded athlete like Su Yang.

In her view, those so-called “gossip” threads on the forum were nothing more than boring, baseless rumors.

But now, Wen Yusheng was standing right there in front of her, flesh and blood.

She stood by Su Yang’s side in a posture of absolute possession.

She looked at her with the kind of gaze one uses to look at an ant.

And then, she spoke.

“The person who belongs to me—you dare to touch her?”

Chen Manni felt as if her face had been dealt a savage slap; it burned with pain.

The family background she took pride in, and the beauty she was so proud of, all became a joke in front of this woman.

“Senior… Senior Wen.” Chen Manni’s voice was a bit dry, and her momentum weakened. “I… I just wanted to make friends with Su Yang.”

“Make friends?” Wen Yusheng arched an eyebrow, a mocking curve tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Why did it sound to me like you wanted to steal my person?”

Her gaze was like a sharp scalpel, dissecting Chen Manni’s bit of resentment and jealousy with absolute clarity.

Chen Manni’s face turned red and white in turns.

She wanted to talk back, but she found she couldn’t utter a single word.

Because what Wen Yusheng said was the truth.

She did want to steal her.

She simply couldn’t stand the fact that it was Wen Yusheng standing next to Su Yang.

Meanwhile, Su Yang was still in a state of immense shock, having not yet regained her senses.

She looked blankly at Wen Yusheng, who stood shielding her, her mind a chaotic mess.

What did Senior… just say?

My person?

Is she talking about me?

I am her person?

This realization was like a bolt of lightning, instantly splitting open Su Yang’s muddled brain.

An indescribable, massive surge of wild joy erupted from the depths of her heart, instantly washing away all the previous anxiety and inferiority.

She felt as if she were stepping on clouds—light, airy, and surreal.

So… in Senior’s heart, I am ‘her person’.

So, Senior wasn’t just playing around with her.

So, she was special to Senior.

Looking at Wen Yusheng’s slender yet upright back, Su Yang felt her eyes grow a bit stingy.

She desperately wanted to rush forward and hug her from behind.

To tell her how scared and helpless she had been just now.

To tell her that her appearance was like a god descending from the heavens, saving her entire world which had been on the brink of collapse.

Wen Yusheng didn’t pay any more attention to Chen Manni, whose face was already the color of ash.

In her eyes, a minor character like this, who didn’t even have the qualifications to be her opponent, wasn’t worth wasting another second of her time.

She turned around and looked at Su Yang.

When her gaze fell upon Su Yang, the icy coldness in her eyes melted instantly, replaced by a familiar, gentle smile.

“Why are you just standing there like a fool?” She reached out and naturally wiped the beads of sweat from Su Yang’s forehead. “Is training over? Are you tired?”

Her tone was intimate and natural, as if that domineering, protective queen from a moment ago was merely an illusion.

“No… not tired,” Su Yang stammered in reply, her cheeks starting to burn uncontrollably again.

“Let’s go.” Wen Yusheng took her by the wrist. “Didn’t you say you wanted to have fish soup? I’ve booked a table.”

Su Yang blinked, stunned.

When did she ever say she wanted to drink fish soup?

Oh, she remembered now.

It was last week, while she was accompanying Wen Yusheng for a meal; she had casually mentioned that the new fish head and tofu soup at the Third Canteen seemed very delicious.

She had almost forgotten it herself.

She hadn’t expected that Senior would actually remember.

Another warm current flooded Su Yang’s heart.

She looked at Wen Yusheng, her eyes heating up.

“Senior…”

“Hmm?”

“You… you are so kind.”

Su Yang hesitated for a long time, and in the end, she only managed to say this most simple and sincere sentence.

Looking at her silly expression—looking as if she were moved to the point of tears—Wen Yusheng found it amusing but also felt a bit of a softened heart.

This little puppy was far too easy to coax.

A bowl of fish soup was enough to win her over.

“Let’s go, silly.”

Wen Yusheng ruffled her hair, took her hand, and turned to leave.

The two of them walked away intimately, hand in hand, right in front of Chen Manni.

They left Chen Manni standing there alone, her face livid, looking like a clown abandoned by the whole world.

On the way back, Su Yang’s mood was so good she felt like she could fly.

She felt as if every step she took was on a cloud.

The inferiority and hesitation from earlier had long been cast to the back of her mind.

Now, her head was filled with Wen Yusheng’s words: “My person.”

She savored those three words over and over in her heart, her smile widening until it almost reached her ears.

Watching her silly, joyful look, Wen Yusheng knew this little puppy was overthinking things again.

She didn’t expose her.

She quite enjoyed Su Yang’s state of being prone to gains and losses because of a single word from her, her mood swinging like a roller coaster.

It gave her a strong sense of total control.

This was exactly the effect she wanted.

She wanted Su Yang to understand who her master was.

She wanted Su Yang to know that only she could determine her joys and sorrows.

As for that Chen Manni…

A trace of coldness flashed through Wen Yusheng’s eyes.

Merely a jumping clown; she had plenty of ways to ensure she would never dare appear in front of Su Yang again.

But right now, she had more important things to do.

She wanted to properly “soothe” this little puppy of hers, who had been frightened and then personally comforted by her.

The restaurant Wen Yusheng had booked was a very elegant private kitchen.

The fish soup was stewed until it was milky white, and the flavor was incomparably fresh.

Su Yang drank to her heart’s content, feeling her whole body warm up.

After the meal, as usual, Wen Yusheng drove Su Yang back to the dormitory.

When they reached the building, Su Yang unbuckled her seatbelt and prepared to get out of the car.

“Senior, today… thank you.” She looked at Wen Yusheng and gathered her courage to speak seriously.

She wasn’t just thanking her for the meal.

She was thanking her for standing up at her most embarrassed and helpless moment to protect her meager scrap of self-esteem.

“Thank me for what?” Wen Yusheng arched an eyebrow.

“Thank you for… helping me out of that situation.”

“Oh? You mean that girl from the Art Academy?” Wen Yusheng’s tone was very casual. “I just don’t like other people touching my things.”

Su Yang’s heart skipped a beat again because of that sentence filled with possessiveness.

Her thing…

So, in Senior’s heart, I am her “thing”.

This realization didn’t make Su Yang feel offended; instead, it produced a strange, sweet sense of belonging in her heart.

“Then I’ll… go up first.” Su Yang’s cheeks were a bit flushed.

“Wait.”

Wen Yusheng called out to her again.

Su Yang’s heart jumped into her throat.

She looked at Wen Yusheng, anticipating what she would do next.

Would she tidy her hair like last time?

Or would she… do something else?

However, Wen Yusheng simply took something out of the storage compartment in the passenger seat and handed it to her.

It was a bottle of mineral water.

The very ordinary kind.

“Take it,” Wen Yusheng said.

“Huh?” Su Yang was a bit puzzled.

“Don’t you like drinking water?” Wen Yusheng looked at her, the corners of her mouth curving into a meaningful arc. “From now on, you are only allowed to drink the water I give you.”

Su Yang froze.

She looked at the bottle of water in her hand, then at Wen Yusheng’s bottomless eyes, feeling like her brain wasn’t working again.

What does Senior mean by this?

Why am I only allowed to drink the water she gives me?

Could it be… is there something special about the water she gives?

In an instant, Su Yang’s mind conjured up ten thousand possibilities.

Did Senior add something to the water?

Is it medicine that makes people smarter? Or medicine that makes people stronger?

Or… is it the kind of thing written in novels, a love potion that makes you fall in love with her after drinking it?

Su Yang’s face instantly turned as red as a tomato.

She looked at Wen Yusheng and stammered, “Sen… Senior, is this water… different somehow?”

Looking at her imaginative, red-faced, silly state, Wen Yusheng finally couldn’t help but let out a low laugh.

Her laughter was exceptionally clear and moving in the quiet car.

She leaned in close to Su Yang, her warm breath fanning against her ear, and in an almost seductive, breathy whisper, she said softly:

“Of course it’s different.”

“Because…”

“I just drank from this bottle.”