The Mad Beauty and the Sick Young Lady [Transmigration Novel] - Chapter 15

Jiang Zhuoye stood up with an alluring posture and gracefully walked towards Ying Feiyan.

Ying Feiyan’s eyes were fixed on her, staring intently at every single movement Jiang Zhuoye made without blinking.

Perhaps this was the compelling attraction between two female leads. Even though she knew Jiang Zhuoye was not a good person, Ying Feiyan still couldn’t control her gaze or her physical reaction.

She just wanted to pounce on her.

However, Jiang Zhuoye only stood in front of her and softly asked, “What’s wrong, are you scared?”

Ying Feiyan stood up from the chair like a clockwork machine, leaning close to Jiang Zhuoye: “Don’t cry if you lose.”

With that, Ying Feiyan walked proudly toward the piano.

The surroundings erupted in cheers, and Yu Xianxian screamed and clapped loudly.

Jiang Zhuoye followed her onto the stage, stood in the center, faced everyone, and pressed her hands down.

“Please bear witness. If I win this PK, I have a requirement.”

Ying Feiyan, already seated on the piano stool, turned her head with a complicated expression: “What requirement?”

Jiang Zhuoye looked at Su Li with a half-smile: “I require Miss Ying to never appear in front of Su Li again, and for the two of you to completely sever all ties. Can you do that, Miss Ying, a woman of your word?”

As she said the last sentence, Jiang Zhuoye turned her eyes to Ying Feiyan, her expression gentle and elegant, the picture of a beautiful Omega that no Alpha could resist.

Ying Feiyan momentarily spaced out, then frowned: “You’re insisting on a PK with me just to stand up for Su Li?”

Jiang Zhuoye maintained that fragile yet delicate expression: “Are you unwilling to agree? I don’t want to see you with her anymore.”

This fragile expression and this ambiguous sentence stirred Ying Feiyan’s heart. She looked at Jiang Zhuoye as if she were seeing the ideal person she had outlined countless times in her mind.

Ying Feiyan did like Jiang Zhuoye’s appearance, but not her personality. But now, Jiang Zhuoye’s words and her delicate expression rekindled the little flame of longing in her heart.

“Okay.”

Ying Feiyan agreed without even glancing at Su Li.

Su Li: “?”

The topic of their discussion seemed to revolve around her, so why hadn’t anyone consulted her?

She walked forward, intending to crouch beside Jiang Zhuoye’s chair to ask what was going on.

Just then, Ying Feiyan suddenly began to play Schumann’s Traumerei (Dreaming).

Her piano skills were indeed good, and this piece was gentle, slow, and full of tender emotion. Ying Feiyan was completely immersed in the music, and even her bruised face seemed to glow.

Yu Xianxian was almost captivated. When the song ended, she screamed loudly: “Amazing, amazing, amazing! How can it be so wonderful! Feiyan, you are so incredible!”

Ying Feiyan actually had some injuries on her arm, so there were some places that weren’t very smooth during the performance. After a period of neglected practice, it was difficult to fully control the rhythm of the whole piece. Fortunately, there were no real professionals here, and everyone was only listening generally; they would vote for her out of courtesy… right?

Watching Ying Feiyan step down, Jiang Zhuoye stood up and sat down at the piano stool. Without a word, her fingers began to move softly.

The first few notes were light and gentle, drawing everyone in. Just as they thought it was another lyrical piece, Jiang Zhuoye’s hands suddenly struck the high-pitched keys simultaneously, and an explosion of notes instantly scattered!

It was Chopin’s Etude Op. 25, No. 11 (Winter Wind)!

The melody was as grand and vast as an avalanche, and the notes flew like a biting cold wind, stimulating the nerves of every listener!

Those who had been lulled to sleep by Ying Feiyan’s soothing music were now startled, sitting upright in their chairs, dumbfounded!

Jiang Zhuoye’s posture was straight, her face tense, a cold light bursting from her eyes. Her hands danced freely over the black and white keys, her black dress fluttering. Her entire presence was overwhelmingly powerful!

Su Li was stunned. She had never seen such a dark night queen version of Jiang Zhuoye, and she had never imagined that the top Omega, known for being gentle and obedient, could have such a rebellious and indifferent expression!

Was this allowed?

But, to put it another way, if it exists, it is reasonable. Su Li could feel that perhaps this soul, as biting as the harsh winter, was the truest part hidden beneath Jiang Zhuoye’s mask.

She had always felt she couldn’t see through Jiang Zhuoye. Although the two of them were now very close friends, she knew she didn’t understand the other person. Jiang Zhuoye never talked about her personal experiences or feelings, always focusing on caring for Su Li.

Seeing this scene today, a strong impulse arose in Su Li’s heart. Before she died, she wanted to understand the inner world of this friend!

When Jiang Zhuoye finished the piece, her forehead was slightly sweaty, and her fingers, resting flat on the keys, were trembling slightly. It was clear how much effort she had exerted.

The room was initially silent. Everyone was either open-mouthed or wide-eyed, and some had tears streaming down their faces without even realizing it.

Winter Wind was an etude written by Chopin in anger after the failure of the two uprisings in his homeland, Warsaw. It is filled with the composer’s grief and feelings of protest. The piece Jiang Zhuoye had just played vividly expressed the pain, indignation, and defiance within it.

Even people who knew nothing about music would be shocked by such intense emotion, let alone these young people from wealthy families with musical literacy.

Jiang Zhuoye steadied her breathing, turned to face the stage, and said directly, “The voting begins now.”

The result was unquestionable. Jiang Zhuoye received two-thirds of the votes, while Ying Feiyan only received one-third.

Yu Xianxian was dumbfounded, tears still hanging in the corners of her eyes. Due to the sheer shock, she didn’t even protest on behalf of her beloved Feiyan.

Jiang Zhuoye showed a satisfied expression, stepped off the stage, walked up to Ying Feiyan, and said with a flippant tone, “Well then, Miss Ying, I hope this is the last time you see Miss Su.”

Ying Feiyan was trembling all over, her eyes bloodshot, whether from anger or sadness.

She suddenly turned to Su Li and whispered, “Li Li, you still want to see me in the future, right? What others say doesn’t count, I want to hear you say it personally!”

Su Li looked at the bruised Ying Feiyan, was very moved, and then rejected her: “I don’t want to see you again, not even once. Thank you.”

Ying Feiyan leaned back against the chair, her expression one of utter disbelief, as if a thunderbolt had just exploded in front of her eyes.

Su Li smiled at her, turned around, and walked away, never looking back.

Su Li and Jiang Zhuoye went to the buffet table together. Jiang Zhuoye placed a slice of Black Forest cake in her hand: “Haven’t you had this before?”

Su Li nodded, unhesitatingly picked up a spoon, dug out a large scoop, and put it in her mouth, showing a look of surprise and satisfaction.

Jiang Zhuoye conveniently handed over a cup of red bean caramel milk tea.

Su Li ate the cake and drank the milk tea. After finishing the small slice of cake and most of the milk tea in one go, she finally had the chance to speak: “That was so delicious! No wonder everyone online says they need cake and milk tea to survive; it really works!”

Jiang Zhuoye smiled at her: “I took the liberty of telling Ying Feiyan not to look for you anymore. Will you be unhappy? After all, you’ve liked her for so many years…”

Su Li took a big slurp of milk tea, her cheeks hollowed in, swallowed the red beans inside, and answered seriously: “I’m not unhappy at all; on the contrary, I think this is great. I just want to start my new life, complete my bucket list, and experience life more. I really don’t want to be entangled in past relationships anymore.”

Jiang Zhuoye “Mm-hmm’d,” and then suddenly asked, “What bucket list?”

Su Li didn’t really want to answer.

Just then, a discouraged female voice came from nearby: “But my Feiyan looks like she’s in a very bad state. She needs you very much.”

Su Li turned around and was surprised to see Yu Xianxian.

Yu Xianxian, wearing a pink tulle dress, looked utterly disheartened: “What did my Feiyan do wrong to suffer this kind of pain?”

Su Li was speechless. Jiang Zhuoye asked from the side, “With Su Li out of the picture, don’t you finally have a chance?”

Yu Xianxian shook her head: “I know very well that I’ve never had a chance. I just want her to be happy, but now she only has pain…”

Su Li took a donut from the buffet table and handed it to Yu Xianxian: “If you need it, I can tell you all the information about Ying Feiyan. I hope you can pursue her and personally give her happiness.”

Yu Xianxian took the donut in a daze.

Su Li secretly checked off “Make a friend at the party” on her mental bucket list.

Seeing Yu Xianxian’s astonished face, Jiang Zhuoye put an arm around Su Li’s shoulder and said with a smile, “Miss Ying’s happiness is up to you. Miss Su’s happiness will be protected by me.”