The True Heiress And The Fake Heiress Ended Up Together - Chapter 40

Morning.

Qin Mianmian woke up from the bed, gripping the blanket, her expression bewildered.

“Morning.”

Jian Ying’an came out of the bathroom. She stood by the window, tall and slender, with the tips of her hair dripping water. Noticing Qin Mianmian’s gaze, she slightly raised an eyebrow, then walked over to cup her face and give it a thorough rub.

Qin Mianmian: “Mhm mhm mhm—”

Jian Ying’an: “Are you awake?”

Qin Mianmian carefully replied: “I’m awake.”

Her older sister’s method of waking her up has really become less and less gentle lately.

Qin Mianmian’s cheeks felt hot. She then bent her eyes and giggled, moving to hug Jian Ying’an. Her fingers circled a strand of her hair, which instantly became damp: “Sister, why are you washing your hair so early in the morning?”

Jian Ying’an’s expression was strange.

She glanced at Qin Mianmian, annoyed: “Were you hungry in the middle of the night?”

Qin Mianmian’s eyes were innocent: “No, why?”

Jian Ying’an: “Then why were you grabbing my hair and gnawing on it?”

Qin Mianmian must have dreamt of something. In the middle of the night, she grabbed Jian Ying’an’s hair and stuffed it into her mouth. That wasn’t even the worst part—in her sleep, she seemed to dislike the taste of the hair but refused to let go.

She bit down on the hair and rolled over, pulling Jian Ying’an awake.

Jian Ying’an turned on the light in the bathroom and saw her hair was wet with drool.

She had to wash her hair.

Jian Ying’an sighed, pushed Qin Mianmian into the bathroom, and turned on the hairdryer to dry her hair.

The hairdryer buzzed loudly—

After Qin Mianmian emerged from the bathroom, she was the energetic little fairy again. Who would be able to tell that she would gnaw on hair in the middle of the night?

Jian Ying’an was genuinely worried that Qin Mianmian might accidentally chew on her one day.

She started to consider moving a separate bed into the room.

Just as Jian Ying’an was deep in thought, Qin Mianmian suddenly remembered something: “Oh right, my little aunt asked me to go to her house. Do you want to come with me?”

Jian Ying’an frowned: “Qin Wen?”

Qin Mianmian corrected her: “It’s Little Aunt!”

Qin Wen successfully married the eldest young master of the Mu family a few years ago, although the wedding itself was not a pleasant sight.

Jian Ying’an put down the hairdryer and began to comb her hair.

She looked at the few strands of hair that had fallen onto her hand, holding them up for Qin Mianmian to see: “See, this is what stress does.”

Qin Mianmian was heartbroken: “You’re already losing your hair at such a young age.”

Jian Ying’an: “…”

Qin Mianmian realized her mistake: “Okay, don’t go, don’t go. Look how upset it makes you.”

Jian Ying’an tossed the hair into the trash can, her mind dwelling on Qin Wen.

The Qin family didn’t have much of a reaction to her desire to marry into the Mu family, thinking that the two families had business dealings, so they tacitly agreed. And since the Mu family was facing some financial issues, they simply pushed their son out for marriage.

Jian Ying’an looked at the hair in the trash can.

Even though it was her own, trash is still trash.

Why did Jian Ying’an consider Qin Wen useless? It was obvious to anyone that she wouldn’t have a good life after marrying in.

Young Master Mu didn’t like her; he had broken up with her countless times.

Did she think he would fall in love with her after marriage? Impossible.

He consistently stayed away from home because the whole affair spurred him to try and make something of himself, to inherit the family business. He planned to divorce her once he made a name for himself.

What was Qin Wen aiming for?

Not only was she foolish, but she also wanted to drag Mianmian into her mess.

Jian Ying’an collected the trash, ready to take it out conveniently later.

The eldest Young Master Mu has a younger brother.

Jian Ying’an turned back to look at the oblivious Qin Mianmian.

That person is about the same age as Qin Mianmian.

Qin Wen’s undeveloped mind could only think that since the younger brother liked Qin Mianmian, why not just have Qin Mianmian marry into the family? After all, she wasn’t the real Qin family’s daughter anyway.

Jian Ying’an desperately wanted to tell Mrs. Qin this, so Mrs. Qin could deal with her!

Thinking about this, Jian Ying’an felt a headache coming on again.

She didn’t want to go bald at a young age.

Jian Ying’an asked: “Mianmian, are you planning to go?”

Qin Mianmian was looking in the mirror. She said: “I absolutely have to go.”

She is the “Qin family’s daughter,” the “niece” of Qin Wen.

Even if it’s just superficial affection, it must be maintained.

Qin Mianmian put down her hand: “So I wanted my sister to go with me.”

Jian Ying’an replied: “Okay.”

She patted Qin Mianmian’s head, planning to find an opportunity to reveal the news to Mrs. Qin.

Heh, just when she called Qin Wen stupid, Qin Wen proved herself to be truly stupid.

Did she think that just because Shen Jin Yu went abroad, Mrs. Qin would forget about this golden bachelor?

How dare she try to compete with Mrs. Qin for a suitable match.

Jian Ying’an felt terribly distressed: “In the future, if you don’t like someone, you don’t have to see anyone.”

Qin Mianmian smiled and nodded: “Mhm, I’ll only see you, Sister!”

Jian Ying’an held Qin Mianmian’s hand and led her to the classroom. The class teacher’s advice had no effect; they were still two sisters with a very close relationship.

Li Dong muttered enviously: “They’re not even related by blood, how are their feelings so good?”

The class teacher entered the classroom. Today, the topic was a stage play.

The school promotes all-around development, hoping that students not only achieve good grades but also do not neglect other arts classes. So, every year around this time, the junior high department starts preparing for a play.

Each class selects a few young actors to perform on stage.

Qin Mianmian held onto Jian Ying’an’s arm, their shoulders pressed together.

Jian Ying’an originally intended to rest her head on her hand, watching the teacher lazily from the podium. But because her arm was held, she had to sit up properly, indulging Qin Mianmian’s non-conforming behavior.

The two of them looked at the teacher, their gazes perfectly synchronized.

The teacher paused for a moment.

She pushed up her glasses: “Do you all have any ideas?”

The students blinked in unison. Ideas? What kind of ideas?

They wanted to go out and play, not spend after-school time on something so complicated and troublesome.

The teacher had to push them into action, and the “ducks” quacked: “Teacher, just give the orders!”

“Then it will be ‘Snow White’.”

No matter how many years passed, this storybook was always easy to manage.

Li Dong was unhappy: “You have two sisters right here, and you choose ‘Snow White’.”

The teacher was even more unhappy: “Then you offer an opinion.”

Li Dong thought she would quite enjoy watching ‘Snow White’ after all.

Qin Mianmian reminded her: “‘Snow White’ requires quite a few actors, doesn’t it?”

Jian Ying’an’s eyes were unfocused, and she didn’t say anything, thinking that the stage play had nothing to do with her.

She glanced at Qin Mianmian’s hair.

With a slight curl at the ends, she looked exactly like Snow White.

Snow White’s skin was as white as snow, her hair was black and soft, and her lips were as red and bright as a rose.

Qin Mianmian was very much like Snow White.

Jian Ying’an wasn’t enthusiastic about the play; she was reminded of company annual dinners where leaders put great effort into performing, thinking the employees would enjoy it and the atmosphere would be lively.

In reality, it was incredibly awkward.

Fortunately, she was the superior of the superiors, and if she didn’t like it, she could just leave.

Big leaders are very busy.

In this brief distraction, the class had already rounded up the seven dwarves.

Just as Mianmian reminded her, ‘Snow White’ requires many actors. So, besides the seven dwarves, the King, the Ministers, and even who would play the trees—the teacher simply decided it all in one go. Nearly half the class would be on stage, making it truly lively.

All that was left were the King, the Queen, and the protagonist—Snow White.

Qin Mianmian: “Me! Me! Me!”

The teacher considered this was Snow White, so she listened to her opinion.

Qin Mianmian spoke with conviction: “I’ll play the King!”

She wanted to rule the entire country! And she wanted Jian Ying’an to be the Queen and become her wife.

Qin Mianmian turned her head, her gaze meeting Jian Ying’an’s. She didn’t flinch, meeting the gaze directly, her cheeks flushed like an apple: “Sister, how about you play the Queen?”

Jian Ying’an came back to herself: “Huh?”

What was she playing?

Qin Mianmian: “The Queen!”

Jian Ying’an: “I don’t have any objections.”

It seemed Mianmian was very excited. Jian Ying’an was indifferent. After answering, she heard Qin Mianmian’s intention to play the King: “The Queen is supposed to kill the King.”

Qin Mianmian: “I don’t care~”

Jian Ying’an: “…She is supposed to poison the King and steal his country.”

Qin Mianmian: “But everything the King has already belongs to the Queen.”

“She is an evil woman.”

“But she is the woman the King loves!”

What kind of beautiful, perfect love story is this?

What does this have to do with Snow White anymore!

The students and the teacher all thought to themselves that they had been successfully persuaded by Qin Mianmian, and were even moved, wanting to applaud!

However, how did Qin Mianmian resemble a King?

Jian Ying’an: “Then I’ll play the Queen.”

The teacher’s hand holding the chalk trembled. She wrote “Jian Ying’an” on the blackboard and noted “Queen” next to it.

So Jian Ying’an was responsible for playing the wicked yet beautiful witch—jealous of Snow White’s beauty and wanting to take her place—

Who was also the King’s beloved woman.

Qin Mianmian broke into a wide smile, as if this play were her wedding with Jian Ying’an.

The teacher’s chalk remained paused above the blackboard.

She mustered her courage, immediately wrote down Qin Mianmian’s name, and finalized it: “Good, Qin Mianmian will play Snow White. Any objections, class?”

Before Qin Mianmian could voice her opinion, they chorused: “No objections!”

Li Dong raised his hand: “Teacher, I’ll play the King!”

The teacher clapped her hands: “Good! Li Dong will play the King. Now, we just need the Prince!”

Qin Mianmian was caught off guard by their seamless cooperation: “I’ll play the King!”

Teacher: “Be good, you’re playing the Princess.”

Li Dong: “The King is just an old man; the Queen wouldn’t like him.”

Students: “The Queen and Snow White are good too! They have the most lines in the whole play—”

Qin Mianmian couldn’t argue with them.

But she still held onto the role of the King, her personal ideal.

She glared at Li Dong, feeling like Li Dong had stolen her wife; the hatred of a spouse-stealer was irreconcilable!

Jian Ying’an was beaming.

It was truly joyful to be with Qin Mianmian.

She coaxed: “The Queen is responsible for taking care of the Princess, isn’t that just like us?”

Qin Mianmian quietly said: “Don’t think I haven’t watched Snow White.”

The Queen certainly did not like Snow White.

Jian Ying’an: “I will perform the entire play with you.”

Besides, Jian Ying’an loves Qin Mianmian the most.

So, the Queen would also fall in love with Snow White, take care of her for life, and they would reach a happy ending.