The True Heiress And The Fake Heiress Ended Up Together - Chapter 44

The classroom after school.

Everyone was tiredly rehearsing.

Qin Mianmian was showing off in her costume, spinning a few times before worrying about dirtying it. She then ran off to change back into her clothes, which took up a significant amount of time.

Li Dong came running, kicking up a small breeze.

She rushed into the classroom: “Enemy situation is clear! The class next door is already rehearsing in the auditorium!”

“Comrade Li Dong, do you know which play the class next door is rehearsing?”

“Report! It’s Romeo and Juliet!”

“Oh, damn, they’re actually performing such a romantic play.”

“Exactly! I’m going to report them to the teacher for promoting puppy love!”

Li Dong was indignant.

Their class had consistently failed to secure the auditorium and could only rehearse in the classroom like playing house. With so many people, they often broke into laughter, causing their progress to slow down.

Meanwhile, the class next door had already secured the auditorium—it was truly infuriating.

Especially since they were performing Romeo and Juliet!

Even more infuriating!

Middle school is already the age of yearning for love.

They read romance novels, notice who is good-looking, develop crushes, and harbor expectations.

Compared to Snow White, everyone preferred the beauty and fantasy of Romeo and Juliet. Under the pressure of this popularity, the class atmosphere was tense.

They also wanted to rehearse in the auditorium.

They didn’t want to lose.

Qin Mianmian changed out of her dress, her hair loose. Jian Ying’an was combing it for her.

The comb glided from top to bottom; her hair was smooth and required little effort, quickly being done.

Jian Ying’an put away the comb: “It’s just an auditorium.”

As soon as the class monitor spoke, the students became excited. Li Dong secretly cheered: “Did you manage to secure it for a few days?”

Jian Ying’an shook her head: “No.”

Li Dong: “…”

Jian Ying’an: “But we have a venue.”

The next day, the group arrived at the location Jian Ying’an mentioned.

Their eyes widened as they gazed at the European-style church before them—the luxurious decorations, the rich colors, and the exquisite detail in every corner. As this group of vibrant young people arrived, white doves flew up, scattering in all directions, watching them with their beady eyes.

This was the venue Jian Ying’an spoke of?

How did she manage to borrow this?

Jian Ying’an: “There aren’t many people at the church on weekdays. We can rehearse in the plaza.”

Just as she spoke, Jiang Anyan, dressed in a long black dress, emerged from the church. She was in her prime, every movement utterly captivating, tugging at the hearts of these young boys and girls.

Fresh off winning a Best Actress award, Jiang Anyan was full of confidence. Even a slight smile was breathtakingly beautiful.

The students nervously swallowed.

Jiang Anyan: “Little sister, I secured the venue. Aren’t you going to thank your big sister?”

Qin Mianmian hugged Jian Ying’an: “She’s not your little sister, she’s my big sister.”

Jian Ying’an lowered her head and gently stroked Qin Mianmian’s hair.

Looking at the bewildered students, Jian Ying’an said coolly: “Let’s rehearse.”

Rehearsing Snow White here felt a bit wasteful…

Imagine the seven dwarves standing by the fountain.

“Who is this girl?”

“She is so beautiful.”

“…”

These aren’t the seven dwarves wielding hoes; these look like seven little nobles.

Li Dong no longer cared about rehearsing. She had already taken out her phone and started taking selfies. Only after gathering nine photos for her grid did she look up at the fountain.

It would be wonderful to get married here someday.

Thinking this, she looked at Jian Ying’an and Qin Mianmian.

The two were looking down, reciting their lines seriously, but only reciting.

Jian Ying’an couldn’t be strict with Qin Mianmian.

Because of this, she was lectured by Jiang Anyan for quite a while… Jian Ying’an nodded perfunctorily, then continued her wooden delivery.

“No one in this world can be more beautiful than I am.”

Jian Ying’an paused after this line.

“She is pure and kind, like an angel.”

“I must get rid of her.”

Qin Mianmian sat on the steps, looking up at Jian Ying’an, who was standing.

If one were to talk about beauty, it was impossible for anyone in the world to be more beautiful than her Jiejie. The sunlight fell on her, warm and charming, intoxicating people.

She was the most beautiful Queen.

Qin Mianmian pouted. Now she’s turned into the stepmother.

She clutched the script in her hand. She didn’t like her Jiejie becoming the stepmother; it made it even more difficult for the two of them to be together.

Jian Ying’an’s back was ramrod straight. She raised her hand as if making a declaration, yet her expression was casually indifferent.

I must get rid of her… Jian Ying’an flipped a page, sneering at the Queen’s idea.

No, it’s safer to keep her under my nose.

No one but me can glimpse her beauty—

Jian Ying’an lowered her eyes, her eyelashes casting a shadow beneath them.

Dots of light surrounded her, a beautiful sight.

“Mianmian?”

Jian Ying’an softly called out to her. Qin Mianmian snapped out of her daze, her script resting on her lap.

What kind of wicked stepmother is this? She’s a fairy godmother!

Qin Mianmian: “It’s too difficult to act.”

Jian Ying’an: “Jiang Anyan said you can do it.”

Jiang Anyan was taking a short rest nearby: “When acting, you have to forget the other person’s identity.”

Qin Mianmian: “I can’t forget.”

How could she possibly forget her Jiejie?

Since she couldn’t act any further, Qin Mianmian simply pestered Jian Ying’an to go inside the church.

The rest of the students were playing; no one was seriously rehearsing, so her and Jian Ying’an’s absence wouldn’t matter.

They secretly sneaked into the church.

The inside of the church was also beautiful. This place was mainly used for weddings, and the moment they stepped inside, they could feel the solemn atmosphere.

A bright red carpet was laid on the floor, leading straight to the altar.

The altar had witnessed countless lifetimes of commitment.

Qin Mianmian let out an “ooh” sound: “Jiejie, this place is really beautiful.”

Jian Ying’an glanced around nonchalantly: “Haven’t you been here before?”

Qin Wen’s wedding was here, but they were still in elementary school then, and the crowd was noisy.

The church was very quiet.

Qin Mianmian instinctively lowered her voice, afraid of disturbing something.

Qin Mianmian: “But now it’s just Jiejie and me.”

She held Jian Ying’an’s hand and boldly walked on the red carpet, one step after another, cautiously moving forward.

Jian Ying’an thought she was afraid of being discovered, until Qin Mianmian stopped in front of the altar.

There were still fresh, bright red roses on both sides of the altar.

Jian Ying’an’s heart skipped a beat.

She saw Qin Mianmian clasp her hands together, closing her eyes to pray. Her small stature was full of solemnity.

Time flowed by silently.

Qin Mianmian opened her eyes.

She saw Jian Ying’an still accompanying her: “Jiejie, will we come here again in the future?”

Jian Ying’an’s breath hitched, and her gaze frantically fled elsewhere.

She couldn’t quite react. Maybe Mianmian didn’t mean it that way. She tried to answer: “Not necessarily.”

“Perhaps we will go to a more beautiful place.”

Before Qin Mianmian could ask where this more beautiful place was, Li Dong ran in after them.

She spotted the two who had come ahead and cried out: “I wondered why I couldn’t find you! So you were hiding here! Don’t tell me you’re playing wedding house!”

Li Dong ran up: “Oh gods above, please grant me a handsome groom.”

Just as she finished making her wish, the church staff came over to chase them out.

Qin Mianmian angrily stamped her foot: “It’s all your fault! Your voice was so loud; you got us caught!”

Li Dong had already made her wish and was now shameless, though she did feel a bit apologetic: “I’m sorry, alright~”

Li Dong: “Oh right, you two are still in contact with Sister Jiang?”

Qin Mianmian: “Yes.”

Li Dong: “Are you planning to enter the entertainment industry?”

Jian Ying’an: “No plans to.”

Li Dong: “Honestly, I think you two are very suited for it.”

Jian Ying’an and Qin Mianmian draw attention wherever they stand. If they entered the entertainment industry, they would definitely become hugely popular.

By then, she would be a celebrity’s best friend~

After secretly reveling, Li Dong said: “Let’s go home! We’ll come back tomorrow to check in!”

It rained the next day, and no one went.

The weather began to cool, and rain increased. Some students in the classroom started wearing jackets.

Qin Mianmian sneezed.

A moment later, she sneezed again.

She had caught a cold.

When Jian Ying’an took her temperature and saw $38^circ$C displayed, she frowned, musing to the doctor: “Didn’t they say silly people don’t catch colds?”

Qin Mianmian complained with a stuffy nose: “Jiejie, I’m not silly.”

Jian Ying’an chuckled: “You’re not silly, yet you wore short sleeves.”

Qin Mianmian: “It was hot…”

Jian Ying’an: “And now?”

Qin Mianmian: “Cold…”

Alright, not too silly.

Jian Ying’an found a fluffy jacket for her. Qin Mianmian instinctively recoiled; even if she was cold, wearing that would be too hot!

“Silly—”

“I’ll wear it, I’ll wear it!”

Qin Mianmian resignedly put on the fluffy jacket. It felt warm when she first put it on, but then it gradually became hot. She became restless again, twisting and turning, not daring to take it off, trying to cool herself down this way.

With every movement, a small current of cold air ran in, making her feel better.

Jian Ying’an held her still: “You won’t get better if you keep doing this.”

Qin Mianmian sneezed again. She rubbed her nose and looked at Jian Ying’an’s long sleeves.

Although they were long sleeves, the fabric was very thin, and Jian Ying’an would roll up the sleeves when she was working. Qin Mianmian wondered: “Why doesn’t Jiejie catch a cold?”

Jian Ying’an briefly glanced at her: “Am I silly?”

Qin Mianmian: “Jiejie is definitely not silly!”

I’m the silly one.

Qin Mianmian was held down on the bed by Jian Ying’an. Her mind was a little feverish and confused, and she was still thinking: What is Jiejie going to do?

Jian Ying’an just wanted her to get a good night’s sleep.

Qin Mianmian clutched the blanket. She had taken off the fluffy jacket now, but covered by the blanket, she was still hot.

She was sweating all over.

She felt like she would start to smell soon, and Jiejie definitely wouldn’t like her then.

Qin Mianmian: “I want to take a bath.”

Jian Ying’an was making congee: “Wash once you’re better.”

Qin Mianmian: “You’re being pedantic.”

Jian Ying’an: “Yes, I’m pedantic. Come, drink congee.”

Qin Mianmian had no appetite. She felt like everything in her mouth tasted bitter, and the congee tasted bitter too.

Jian Ying’an fed her spoon by spoon. The steaming hot congee was brought to her mouth, and Qin Mianmian couldn’t refuse—this was the treatment of being personally fed congee by her Jiejie.

She had originally wanted to blush and say she wasn’t a child anymore.

But after drinking the congee, she felt she was still a child.

She was sick, after all. She had special privileges.

After drinking the congee, she lay in bed watching her Jiejie wash dishes.

The dormitory was great in this respect; it wasn’t as big as the Qin family house, so she could keep watching her Jiejie.

Qin Mianmian was getting drowsy: “Tomorrow is the weekend.”

The sound of water splashing came from Jian Ying’an’s side, and her voice clearly carried over: “You picked a good time to get sick, well done.”

Qin Mianmian: “I have to go see Auntie.”

“That’s why I said you picked a good time. Don’t go see her with a cold.”

“No.”

Qin Mianmian insisted: “Auntie will be unhappy.”

Jian Ying’an gave a scoff: “I’m unhappy too.”

Qin Mianmian began to worry. She didn’t want to go see Auntie either, but if she didn’t maintain the superficial courtesy of the Qin family, Madam Qin would have an issue with her, and it would be difficult for her to keep staying at the Qin house.

She was greedy; she longed for warmth.

She couldn’t bear to leave her Jiejie.

But Jiejie said she was unhappy too.

Qin Mianmian couldn’t figure it out, feeling a buzzing in her head.