The True Heiress And The Fake Heiress Ended Up Together - Chapter 5.1

The next day, Jian Ying’an woke up from bed.

What greeted her eyes was a vast expanse of pink, which shocked her. Half-asleep, Jian Ying’an then realized she had been reborn, and this was not her room from her previous life.

Jian Ying’an got out of bed and looked at the scenery outside the window.

No, it was her room from her previous life… and yet not. She would never have used such a cloying color in her past life.

It looked exactly like Qin Mianmian’s room, a low-budget version.

It lacked the mountains of stuffed toys and the small decorative items, but the rest was almost identical. Even when she opened the wardrobe, the small dresses looked like they were custom-made from the same shop.

Jian Ying’an’s expression was extremely serious.

She finished washing up, put on a simple, modest dress, and went to find Qin Mianmian.

Qin Mianmian was in her room.

She was putting on her shoes—white cotton socks, small black leather shoes, revealing a section of her calf. After putting them on, she bounced a few times on the soft carpet, then turned around and saw Jian Ying’an at the doorway.

Jian Ying’an hadn’t made a sound, which startled Qin Mianmian.

Then, Qin Mianmian looked at her with curious eyes.

Qin Mianmian had a dress similar to the one Jian Ying’an was wearing, so she ran to change her dress too.

After fussing for a while, she finally got ready. She threw herself onto Jian Ying’an, and Jian Ying’an instinctively reached out and hugged her.

The six-year-old child was soft all over, like she had no bones.

She wasn’t heavy, but Jian Ying’an’s body was weak, and holding her was a bit strenuous. Fortunately, Qin Mianmian quickly and consciously got down. She held both of Jian Ying’an’s hands, her eyes filled with joy: “You stayed.”

Qin Mianmian and Qin Xing were still unaware.

As long as the Qin couple did not acknowledge her identity, to most uninformed people, Jian Ying’an was just a child taken in by the Qin couple out of kindness.

Those in the know were also warned not to discuss it privately.

Jian Ying’an’s gaze darkened.

She looked at the clean, clear eyes of Qin Mianmian and thought, her past self didn’t know either, did she?

That’s why she fell in love with her, and why she was in so much pain after learning the truth, and still had to bear all her hostility at the time.

Jian Ying’an raised her hand to stroke Qin Mianmian’s head. Her permed, slightly curled hair felt nice to the touch.

Qin Mianmian was like a kitten, actively rubbing against Jian Ying’an’s hand, constantly seeking affection.

When Jian Ying’an lowered her hand, she was still reluctant.

Qin Mianmian was unaware of the changes in Jian Ying’an’s heart. She chirped: “Let’s go downstairs for breakfast.”

The Qin family’s breakfast was not casual. A huge table was filled with food, with three or four plates in front of each person, accompanied by a cup of steaming hot milk.

Jian Ying’an was led by Qin Mianmian to sit down beside her.

She looked at the intricately patterned plate in front of her, which held a crispy baked apple pie. A sweet scent wafted around her nose.

Jian Ying’an used the tip of her knife to slice it, but didn’t eat it. She put the knife down and waited for the other members of the Qin family to come down.

Her dark eyes scanned the surroundings, but she didn’t see the soft-hearted servant from last night.

A cold chuckle sounded in Jian Ying’an’s heart, and she curled her lip. No matter how well the apple pie was baked, it couldn’t pique her appetite.

The selfish, heartless Qin family.

Mr. Qin coming downstairs interrupted Jian Ying’an’s thoughts.

Jian Ying’an actually looked very much like Mr. Qin. She was too young now for it to be obvious.

But the subtle, steady aura she inadvertently exuded was enough to catch Mr. Qin’s attention. Before sitting down, he glanced at her for a few seconds before sitting down as if nothing had happened.

Soon, Mrs. Qin followed him downstairs.

Mrs. Qin sat beside Mr. Qin. They were indeed a couple, with tacit understanding and the same cold indifference.

However, when they looked at Qin Mianmian, it was different. Their eyes softened, and they asked her with an indulgent smile: “Mianmian, did you sleep well last night?”

“Mm!”

Qin Mianmian nodded heavily, her hair bobbing with the movement. She was already accustomed to the Qin couple’s morning greetings. Qin Mianmian first answered, then showed concern for Mrs. Qin’s health.

Her gem-like, brilliant eyes fixed on Mrs. Qin: “Mommy stayed up late again last night, didn’t you? I heard you!”

Mrs. Qin smiled: “You found out about that, did you?”

Even Mr. Qin’s lips curved slightly, and the scene looked like a truly happy family.

Jian Ying’an’s body stiffened. She stared intently at the apple pie, as if trying to stare a flower out of it.

Footsteps sounded on the wooden floor upstairs, a rhythmic “da-da,” sometimes light, sometimes heavy. It was Qin Xing, who hadn’t come down yet. The red marks on his face hadn’t faded. Jian Ying’an hadn’t held back when she hit him, but they looked like they were caused by sleeping awkwardly.

No one would suspect that someone dared to hit the young master of the Qin family.

Qin Xing didn’t complain. He came downstairs, protecting his dignity, and immediately saw Jian Ying’an sitting next to Qin Mianmian.

Cold sweat immediately broke out. His face vaguely hurt, and seeing Jian Ying’an scared him half to death. The look in his eyes was like seeing a wicked stepmother.

Qin Xing swallowed. He wasn’t a coward; he wouldn’t tattle.

He was then immediately reprimanded by Mr. Qin: “Why are you still standing there?”

With the whole family seated, the meal finally began.

Jian Ying’an heard Mr. Qin’s voice. She was no more relaxed than Qin Xing. A sense of anger was roaring in her bones, stimulating her to want to lash out right then and there.

She disliked the Qin couple, and Mr. Qin even more so.

Jian Ying’an tightly clenched her knife and fork, her knuckles white, her eyes chillingly cold.

The unpleasant feeling crawled up her spine, making her lose all appetite. If there was one major drawback to being reborn, it was that she didn’t have the power to resist Mr. Qin.

She was only six years old.

Jian Ying’an brought the apple pie to her mouth.

Qin Mianmian ate sweetly, genuinely liking the sweet and sour taste. The crispy baked crust boosted her appetite. Having grown up in the Qin family, she was also good at exercising restraint even when faced with her favorite food.

Thus, she ate very gracefully, and still managed to spare a glance for Jian Ying’an.

She didn’t seem to like it.

Qin Mianmian wanted to ask, but in the Qin family, no noise was allowed at the dinner table.

Mr. Qin was the first to finish. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and got up, ready to leave.

The others had little reaction, but Jian Ying’an breathed a sigh of relief. If he had stayed any longer, she might have committed an act of great disrespect right in front of him.

The contemporary dutiful daughter, Jian Ying’an, followed suit and put down her cutlery, only to hear Mr. Qin say: “What is your name?”

Jian Ying’an turned her head. She gripped the fork in her hand tightly, forcing herself to calm down.

It had been a long time since she felt so weak. Jian Ying’an suddenly thought of about three years ago, when Mr. Qin was still full of vigor.

But little did he know that Jian Ying’an had secretly laid out her network of contacts. She worked from within and without, successfully crippling the Qin family, and then, with a large amount of capital, she squeezed into the Qin Group, gaining control of more than half of the Qin family’s shares.

Mr. Qin, the defeated man, had grown white-haired, and he no longer looked at Jian Ying’an with the previous indifference.

Jian Ying’an had the honor of being acknowledged by him, but she felt no happiness. The thought that ‘this man is nothing special’ spontaneously arose.

Then, she focused on the newborn Qin Group. The Qin family became a burden that relied on her for survival, and she enjoyed it. Nothing was more enjoyable than seeing this man fall into ruin.

Reborn, everything from before was reset to zero.

There was gain, and there was loss.

Now, Mr. Qin’s gaze towards Jian Ying’an was the familiar indifference; he didn’t even remember her name. Feeling looked down upon, Jian Ying’an really wanted to slap him.

While the two were staring at each other, Qin Mianmian also put down her cutlery, no longer enjoying her favorite food.

She hastily introduced: “This is my new partner!”

Mr. Qin said, “Oh,” and asked Jian Ying’an: “New partner?”

No.

Jian Ying’an lowered her eyes, thinking: More than that.

She swore that in this life, she would take good care of Mianmian, and the lightweight word “partner” couldn’t explain it.

Qin Mianmian was worried that Mr. Qin wouldn’t like Jian Ying’an and would drive her out.

But to those in the know, how ridiculous this was—you, a fake daughter, are worried about someone else’s biological daughter.

Jian Ying’an lowered her gaze; she was also one of the jokes.

She softly replied: “Yes.”

Jian Ying’an looked back at Mr. Qin.

She really wanted to say, to hell with blood ties. Who wants to be your daughter, who wants to snatch your affection, who wants to fight for the status of the Qin family’s eldest daughter?

You are nothing but an ordinary middle-aged man who lost to me.

I only endure all of this because you treat Qin Mianmian slightly better.

Jian Ying’an straightened up. Your Qin family is worthless!

Mianmian is her treasure!