The True Heiress And The Fake Heiress Ended Up Together - Chapter 10

There was a small strawberry on the cake, its color intensely vivid and appealing.

The sweet aroma emanating from it made Qin Mianmian gasp in awe. She picked up a small fork, sent a tiny piece into her mouth, and wore an expression of pure bliss.

The sight made passing children so tempted that they dragged their mothers, begging to buy one. But not everyone doted on their children like Jian Ying’an.

“Eat too many sweets and you’ll get cavities!” “Let’s go, let’s go.”

Yet, some people did bring their children in and ordered the same strawberry cake. The bakery started getting busy, the waiters were short-handed, scrambling back and forth frantically.

With more people, noise was inevitable, and Jian Ying’an, finding the chaotic environment difficult to bear, let out a clicking sound of displeasure.

She turned her head, her nose catching the fresh scent of strawberries. Jian Ying’an was momentarily stunned, watching Qin Mianmian offer her the strawberry from the cake.

Qin Mianmian’s eyes curved slightly, her dark pupils as beautiful as a pair of glass beads.

Jian Ying’an began to zone out.

In her previous life, before a meeting, she had once encountered a group of female colleagues discussing how the strawberry on a strawberry cake was a matter of dignity, something no one should ever give up, and was worth defending with their lives!

Jian Ying’an felt they were making a fuss over nothing.

Her assistant had said: “You wouldn’t understand. If a strawberry cake doesn’t have a strawberry, is it still a strawberry cake? That’s not a strawberry; that’s the soul!”

Jian Ying’an really didn’t understand the importance of a strawberry cake’s soul.

It was just a strawberry, wasn’t it? She could buy a few pounds, buy a small cake, and continuously place strawberries on it and eat them off, consuming countless “souls.”

It wasn’t until the strawberry from the strawberry cake was presented right in front of her that Jian Ying’an finally understood what a “soul” was…

Spotless, and delicious.

Qin Mianmian sat opposite Jian Ying’an. She stretched her arm, trying to hand over the strawberry. Jian Ying’an still hadn’t taken it, and her wrist was getting sore from holding it out: “Sister, the strawberry is for you~”

Jian Ying’an swallowed, her throat dry, and she hastily took a gulp of milk tea, which successfully made her feel nauseatedly sweet.

The fresh scent of the strawberry was tempting her.

Have a bite, she thought. It’ll cut the sweetness.

Mianmian had offered it to her; she couldn’t let Mianmian’s thoughtfulness go to waste.

Jian Ying’an tentatively bit the strawberry off the small fork.

“Hehe~”

Qin Mianmian giggled, the light in her eyes twinkling. Jian Ying’an held the strawberry in her mouth, never daring to chew. She nudged it with her tongue, watching Qin Mianmian continue to enjoy the small cake, bite by tiny bite, eating it with great care.

Jian Ying’an bit into the strawberry. The juice flowed out, so sweet it made her taste buds tremble.

Qin Mianmian: “Thank you, Sister, for bringing me to eat cake.”

Jian Ying’an: “You’re welcome.”

After all, it’s the Qin couple’s money being spent, so eating more is fine.

If she could, Jian Ying’an would like to buy the whole cake shop. Penniless and only six years old, little Jian Ying’an lowered her head and cursed the Qin couple under her breath.

No reason, just felt like cursing.

It was all the Qin couple’s fault.

If it weren’t for them, Jian Ying’an would definitely be living a better life, and she could bring Mianmian to live a better life, too.

Jian Ying’an clenched her hand, then casually relaxed it, and calmly asked Qin Mianmian if she wanted another slice of the “soulful” strawberry cake.

Qin Mianmian looked confused, not quite understanding what the cake’s “soul” was.

Perhaps the consequence for secretly cursing people, a woman walked into the cake shop.

An overly solicitous man followed behind the woman, carrying large shopping bags, smiling apologetically at her. They exchanged words, and when the man saw the woman wanted cake, he quickly went to stand in line.

The small cake shop didn’t have many seats.

The woman looked around and spotted Jian Ying’an leisurely sipping her tea.

Jian Ying’an watched this vapid beauty with a half-smile, observing her expression as if she had just eaten dung—wanting to approach yet wanting to leave—but ultimately rushing over to pick a fight.

Commendable courage.

Qin Wen: “Why are you in this mall?”

The last time Qin Wen saw Jian Ying’an, she was still a scrawny child.

She was wearing cheap clothes, full of wrinkles, and her pant legs were even a bit short, visibly poor.

Only a few days later, her face had recovered some color and she looked much healthier. Yet, she was still aloof, a single glance enough to chill a person to the bone.

The icy intimidation made Qin Wen want to retreat.

She forced herself to remain calm, slamming her hand onto the table, the noise drawing the attention of others.

Qin Wen relentlessly pressed: “Where did you get the money? You couldn’t have stolen it from the family, could you! You’re exactly what I’d expect from a child raised in poverty; you can’t change your bad habits!”

Qin Wen’s voice was quite loud, leading to whispers among the surrounding customers.

“Stolen money from the family?” “Such a young age, and already going down the wrong path…”

Jian Ying’an snorted, completely unconcerned. She tilted her chin, gesturing for Qin Wen to look opposite her.

Qin Wen shifted her gaze and saw Qin Mianmian, who was visibly trembling from fright.

She seemed to hear that phrase again: You’re so mean…

Qin Wen was suddenly terrified. Mianmian, why are you here! And eating cake!

Didn’t Sister-in-law forbid her from eating these things! Instantly, countless questions arose, and Qin Wen’s eyes widened: “Mianmian, you…”

She desperately wanted to explain.

If she made Qin Mianmian cry, things would become difficult, and her brother would surely blame her! Qin Wen began to panic. She gritted her teeth, feeling indignant, and glared fiercely at Jian Ying’an.

Jian Ying’an ignored her, coldly shifting her gaze away, which infuriated Qin Wen to the point of trembling.

Qin Wen asked Qin Mianmian: “Did you bring this little beast here?”

Jian Ying’an stirred her milk tea with the small spoon, ready to show disdain, when she unexpectedly heard the term “little beast.”

She looked up, a dark current swirling beneath her eyes.

“The one who gave birth to a little beast is the beast, and the beast’s whole family are beasts. Think carefully before you speak.”

Qin Wen was speechless.

She, of course, knew that Jian Ying’an was the Qin family’s real daughter, the biological child of the Qin couple.

Without thinking, she had cursed herself.

She slightly froze, unable to stop herself from self-doubt: Am I actually afraid of a six-year-old child?

Just then, Jian Ying’an raised a card in her hand and smiled coldly: “Perhaps you could also guess how I managed to steal this card?”

A card that could let Jian Ying’an spend a seven-figure sum was naturally extraordinary.

Qin Wen also had one, a supplementary card from Mr. Qin. Every transaction could be tracked by Mr. Qin. To steal this card would take incredible skill, and Jian Ying’an was a six-year-old child…

It wasn’t Qin Mianmian who brought Jian Ying’an; it was Mr. Qin who handed this card over to this little beast!

Qin Wen’s gaze was unwavering, watching intently. The card wasn’t fake; she had one herself and recognized it.

Mr. Qin gave this card to her.

Qin Wen’s breath hitched. She quickly realized she couldn’t look down on Jian Ying’an anymore!

Why would Brother give her this card? It means he acknowledges her as part of the Qin family!

How did she do it? Brother is so strict, and Sister-in-law isn’t easy to deal with. Previously, they both agreed that Qin Mianmian was the Qin family’s true daughter. How did they change their minds in the blink of an eye!

Qin Wen felt a chill run down her spine. The man who had been waiting in line bought the cake and came over, still carrying a pile of shopping bags.

The man had a fake smile on his face: “Miss Qin, have you found a seat?”

Qin Wen roared: “Get lost! You’re useless!”

The man dared not speak, enduring the scolding while holding the cake.

Jian Ying’an’s expression was cold, her gaze dark and deep as she watched the two of them.

She couldn’t let this continue; it would corrupt Mianmian. Jian Ying’an lowered her eyelashes and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

Across from her, Qin Mianmian’s eyes began to moisten: “Little Aunt, what you’re doing is wrong!”

She shouldn’t be so…

Jian Ying’an finished the sentence for her: “Uncouth.”

That’s right! Qin Mianmian looked over and felt that Qin Wen, as an adult, couldn’t even compare to a tenth of Jian Ying’an. She pursed her lips. If Mom found out, Little Aunt would definitely be lectured.

Qin Wen was so mortified she had nowhere to hide.

Jian Ying’an let out a meaningful laugh, then looked back at the sycophantic man beside Qin Wen.

“You bought the cake specifically; aren’t you going to eat it?”