The True Heiress And The Fake Heiress Ended Up Together - Chapter 37

Mianmian has been spoiled so well, so what if she acts a little delicate!

If it weren’t for Jian Ying’an, Qin Mianmian wouldn’t even have to attend the military training.

Anyway, she insisted on her demands: not only was she going to rest under the tree, but she also needed someone to accompany her.

Jian Ying’an was afraid the instructor would be driven to a breakdown from anger.

The instructor took two deep breaths. Kids these days are truly delicate. This one looked cute, but she was a real trouble-maker who took advantage of every opportunity.

Forget it, forget it. The instructor decided to arrange for someone to accompany this delicate little monster.

Qin Mianmian: “Report!”

The instructor’s temple throbbed: “Speak.”

Qin Mianmian: “I want my older sister to accompany me!”

The instructor was so angry he laughed: “Who is her older sister!”

Jian Ying’an: “…”

Li Dong looked at Jian Ying’an with envy. This glance exposed Jian Ying’an. The people next to her also looked, and then the people next to them, until finally, everyone was looking at Jian Ying’an.

Jian Ying’an was being stared at by the entire class.

Including the instructor.

The instructor pointed at Jian Ying’an grumpily: “You, step out. Follow her to rest under the tree.”

Jian Ying’an obediently stepped out and went with Qin Mianmian to the tree.

It was a banyan tree.

They say a banyan tree can form a forest from a single trunk; its canopy was wide, enough for a whole class to stand under its shade. But now, only Qin Mianmian and Jian Ying’an were standing beneath it.

Now this was something. Not only were their own classmates watching, but several other classes were also looking over.

Jian Ying’an thick-skinnedly led Qin Mianmian behind the big tree.

Then the two of them couldn’t hold back their laughter.

They sat against the trunk, with the sound of several classes drilling behind them. Jian Ying’an looked up at the dense leaves above. Sweat was running down from her forehead to her chin, yet she felt a patch of coolness under the tree. When the wind blew, it was even a little refreshing.

Jian Ying’an found it very amusing.

She squinted, a novelty she had never experienced before.

Qin Mianmian rested her head on Jian Ying’an’s lap.

She raised her hand to touch her sister’s face. As soon as her hand made contact, Jian Ying’an lowered her head. Their eyes met just as the wind picked up, causing the leaves to rustle.

Qin Mianmian looked up at Jian Ying’an, her eyes curved in a smile: “Sister is so beautiful.”

After she spoke, both of them were stunned for a moment.

Especially the soul within Jian Ying’an, who had just started to question this.

Qin Mianmian didn’t think she had said anything wrong: “Sister is just very beautiful. Let me think.”

“Sister’s hair is black and shiny.”

“Her eyes are as bright as the stars.”

“Her lips…”

Qin Mianmian paused. Jian Ying’an’s lips, like her personality, were thin and indifferent, but still very pretty. Every one of her features was beautiful, catching the eye and stunning all time and age.

The Qin family members were all good-looking—Madam Qin, the little aunt.

Even Qin Hang could charm a group of his peers.

Qin Mianmian had a very sweet look, which made people lower their guard and subconsciously think she was innocent.

However, she had already been corrupted by Jian Ying’an.

But there were some things Jian Ying’an hadn’t taught her.

Those things would be learned instinctively when the time came. For example, staring at someone’s lips, an ambiguity and shyness that any girl could feel, a strange youthful atmosphere.

Qin Mianmian blushed: “Also… also very pretty.”

Before Jian Ying’an could say anything, a few more girls came under the tree.

There were also some boys.

Since they were of different genders, they naturally didn’t stay together. The few girls gathered in a group, feeling that girls staying with girls was the most normal thing.

They would intimately laugh and play, and no one would think of things like affection or love.

Jian Ying’an listened to their vibrant voices.

She looked at the boy who was left alone outside.

Since he was by himself, he just lay down under the tree to rest.

Jian Ying’an had no interest in either gender. In her past life, she lived in hatred, only caring about studying and becoming stronger. She would encounter all kinds of difficulties, but she never compromised, her only goal being to pull Qin Mianmian down.

She also revolved around Qin Mianmian in her past life, never considering love.

Jian Ying’an’s heart skipped a beat unexpectedly.

Qin Mianmian’s phrase “I like you” in the previous life was truly…

It held her completely.

Aside from Qin Mianmian, what else could she possibly think about in this life?

Mianmian was also starting to grow up.

Jian Ying’an covered Qin Mianmian’s eyes with her hand, thinking, would she repeat the same mistakes and end up like her past self?

“Sister, I like you.”

That confession echoed in her ear again, not in Mianmian’s current slightly immature voice, but in a heavy statement.

Jian Ying’an’s breathing began to hurt.

Qin Mianmian, like those other girls, had reached the age of ignorance yet full of vitality.

They would discuss people they liked and all sorts of other things.

Jian Ying’an’s emotions were complicated beyond imagination: “Why don’t you go make some friends?”

Qin Mianmian didn’t seem to have many friends in her past life either; she had been the one to hold her back.

Letting Mianmian meet new people might be a good thing. She would always guard Mianmian but wouldn’t restrict her development.

“You can go make new friends; have someone you like.

Anyone is fine, male or female, as long as that person likes you and treats you well.”

Qin Mianmian didn’t understand why her sister suddenly said this. She was about to take her sister’s hand away and continue looking at her.

Then she suddenly heard, “Why don’t you go make some friends?”

No, she only wanted to be with her sister.

Qin Mianmian didn’t have time to think: “Doesn’t Sister like me anymore?”

Jian Ying’an smiled: “How could that be? I will always like Mianmian, but you can also go make new friends.”

Qin Mianmian anxiously said, “No need.”

She only needed her sister, she didn’t need any other friends, they would only disturb them!

Jian Ying’an felt that this was very bad.

If things continued this way, it would be very bad. Jian Ying’an frowned, which Qin Mianmian noticed.

Just as Jian Ying’an was feeling uneasy and her heart was racing, Li Dong ran over cheerfully: “Didn’t expect it, but I’m here too!”

Li Dong squeezed right in.

She didn’t notice the undercurrent between the two of them, only exclaiming: “Ugh, you two are the only people I know here.”

Jian Ying’an and Qin Mianmian simultaneously fell silent.

Li Dong was complaining about the new school.

She had transferred from outside, not from a primary school feeder, so she didn’t understand the school yet. She just felt it wasn’t what she had hoped for, which left her disappointed.

After complaining, she smiled broadly again, revealing her white teeth: “But having you two makes this school okay.”

Jian Ying’an looked over.

She didn’t know how Li Dong’s personality had changed.

Anyway, adolescence had nothing to do with her.

Jian Ying’an originally didn’t want to pay attention to Li Dong, but then she suddenly felt that if this person could become friends with Qin Mianmian, it would be a good thing.

Qin Mianmian turned her head away sulkily.

Why did she agree to let Li Dong join when she was little, causing her to barge in now!

So annoying.

So annoying!

Sister is annoying too.

Jian Ying’an chatted with Li Dong, mainly introducing the school.

Gradually, those few girls gathered around, wanting to listen too.

Qin Mianmian’s eyes were red.

She felt that her sister definitely didn’t like her anymore, otherwise why would she drive her away, and use making friends as an excuse.

Qin Mianmian started sulking for several days, until the teacher assigned seats, but things still hadn’t improved.

Jian Ying’an stood beside her.

The teacher let out a sound of surprise and said to Jian Ying’an: “No, you’re too tall, you have to sit in the back.”

Qin Mianmian got even angrier. She looked at Jian Ying’an but didn’t speak. She was just angry, hoping Jian Ying’an would figure it out herself and come over to coax her as usual.

Jian Ying’an replied to the teacher: “Alright.”

Sitting separately was fine too.

Qin Mianmian was too clingy now, and growing up constantly by her side wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

Jian Ying’an was a conflicted person.

Ultimately, it was because she herself was uneasy; otherwise, she wouldn’t have chosen this middle school together. She felt it was better to keep Qin Mianmian under her nose to prevent any accidents.

She wanted Qin Mianmian to grow independently, yet she closely followed her.

Qin Mianmian stomped her foot, furious, when she saw Jian Ying’an sitting in the seat arranged by the teacher.

She was angry that she hadn’t grown taller.

Teacher: “Mianmian, come sit here.”

Qin Mianmian didn’t go over.

She ignored the teacher, her eyes red, looking at Jian Ying’an, thinking she was still sulking and couldn’t move first. But when she saw Li Dong was about to sit there, she panicked.

She ran over: “I’ll sit here.”

Li Dong was confused: “Aren’t you sitting in the front?”

Qin Mianmian repeated stubbornly, word for word: “I’ll sit here.”

Jian Ying’an sighed helplessly: “Mianmian.”

It would have been better if she hadn’t called out. Once she did, Qin Mianmian felt even more wronged and insisted on sitting there, next to her sister.

The teacher was speechless.

It was normal for girls to have a good relationship, but they were taking the teacher too lightly!

Forget it. Girls are sensitive and melancholic.

If she didn’t indulge them, they could suffocate themselves with their emotions. At this age, simple happiness is good enough. It’s just a seat, after all. The teacher relented: “Then Mianmian can sit there. Li Dong, you come here.”

Li Dong had no objection, said “Oh,” and went to the seat the teacher arranged.

Qin Mianmian sat down quietly, not looking at Jian Ying’an. Her posture conveyed a sense of sadness and distress.

Jian Ying’an sighed: “Mianmian, you are disobedient.”

Qin Mianmian looked over: “Sister taught me to be.”