The True Heiress And The Fake Heiress Ended Up Together - Chapter 50

“Oh, right, upperclassman, how should I address you?” Qin Mianmian turned her head and asked the upperclassman from the News Department.

Since the upperclassman was treating her to a meal, Qin Mianmian politely asked for her name.

Fu Lan didn’t expect that as a temporary host, she would actually have the honor of having her name asked. She was apprehensive: “My name is Fu Lan. You can just call me Senior Fu.”

After speaking, Fu Lan felt incredibly lucky.

Not only could she interview Jian Ying’an, but she also got to have her name known…

Fu Lan was the kind of person who wasn’t overly enthusiastic about dressing up, only caring about convenience.

She wore a loose T-shirt, jeans, and canvas shoes. This upperclassman had a crisp and decisive personality, which was actually quite comforting.

Qin Mianmian smiled and called out, “Senior Fu.”

Fu Lan successfully caught Jian Ying’an’s gaze. She glanced back at Fu Lan, neither warm nor cold, and then led Qin Mianmian to stand behind Fu Lan.

She didn’t give Fu Lan a chance to look at Qin Mianmian.

Fu Lan: “…”

This kind of affection is definitely problematic!

Fu Lan was secretly observing Jian Ying’an and Qin Mianmian while they were queuing, and she continued to dart glances at them during the meal.

Jian Ying’an was very thoughtful. She took Qin Mianmian’s tray and wiped the chair clean for her before she sat down. These small details left Fu Lan wide-eyed with astonishment.

It was one thing for Qin Mianmian to be a wealthy socialite.

But Jian Ying’an was a big star! A big star serving a wealthy socialite to this extent!

Either Qin Mianmian’s family was truly powerful, or Jian Ying’an genuinely liked her.

Fu Lan, absorbed in watching the two of them, accidentally scalded herself with soup.

When she snapped back to attention, Jian Ying’an was peeling shrimp for Qin Mianmian.

As someone who typically chewed the shrimp shell and only avoided the head, Fu Lan silently peeled her own shrimp.

A few big words popped up in her mind.

Jian Ying’an is a lesbian.

If this news got out, it would be explosive. But Jian Ying’an had no intention of hiding it, just as she had effortlessly and frankly stated her feelings.

She just liked her, openly and honestly, not caring how others looked at her or what they thought.

Fu Lan admired this.

As the paying-for-the-meal tool, Fu Lan prepared to make an excuse about organizing her manuscript and sneak back to the News Department after treating them.

Jian Ying’an called out to her and asked for her contact information.

Fu Lan successfully added Jian Ying’an as a friend under Qin Mianmian’s less-than-friendly gaze. At that moment, she felt no joy, only thinking—she might be murdered to keep quiet.

Could it be that Jian Ying’an’s confidence in not hiding is because she will kill anyone who dares to reveal this news?

It can’t be that vicious, right…

Her phone chimed.

Jian Ying’an sent her a message: Don’t be afraid, report it truthfully.

Fu Lan was panicking on her way back, unsure of Jian Ying’an’s meaning.

A reverse threat? Or some kind of publicity stunt, which is why she was told not to worry?

Fu Lan was terrified.

She looked at Jian Ying’an’s profile picture, thinking it would have been better not to add her; the goddess’s WeChat felt like a hot potato.

Suddenly, Fu Lan understood. She clicked on Qin Mianmian’s profile, zoomed in on the profile picture, and then compared it with Jian Ying’an’s.

No comparison was needed. Both of their profile pictures were landscape photos, and they were of the same scenery, the kind that could be linked together.

One photo, cropped into two profile pictures.

What a subtly suggestive couple profile picture! Fu Lan clenched her right fist and hit her left palm, suddenly realizing everything.

This is a prelude to coming out!

“Sister, why did you add her WeChat?”

“Mianmian, why did you call her ‘Senior’?”

Qin Mianmian just casually complained; she was jealous, but she wouldn’t interfere.

She didn’t expect Jian Ying’an to fire a question back at her.

The two looked at each other.

Qin Mianmian: “Calling her ‘Senior’ is just being polite…”

Jian Ying’an responded with an “Oh,” her tone meandering and capable of being rearranged into a song. The song’s title would be: I’m Sour, But I Won’t Say It, I Hope You Can Figure It Out Yourself.

Qin Mianmian blinked her eyes, smart enough not to continue the topic.

She probed: “A date?”

Jian Ying’an sighed: “Let’s go.”

Qin Mianmian slightly pouted. What was that… She suppressed a smile, her expression naive and charming: “Jie-jie~”

Jian Ying’an turned back to look at her, greeting a rapid-fire string of calls.

“Jie-jie, Jie-jie! Jie-jie~”

All sorts of emotions were contained in the calls, full of overflowing affection. Qin Mianmian called non-stop. She had discovered Jian Ying’an’s big secret and had no intention of letting it go.

Qin Mianmian lunged into Jian Ying’an’s arms, her voice lazy: “Jie-jie…”

“Senior Jian.”

Jian Ying’an turned her head away, her eyes lowered and a smile playing on her lips: “Good girl, meimei.”

Both of them were being mischievous.

They said it was a date, but they had no destination.

Jian Ying’an had rushed back to school after receiving news from Shen Jinyu, and Qin Mianmian hadn’t prepared much. She only suggested the idea of a date and didn’t know where to go.

But even just walking together was enough to bring joy.

To avoid being disturbed, Jian Ying’an put on a mask, revealing only her bright eyes.

Qin Mianmian brought up Shen Jinyu’s situation: “He’s back. My family also told me to go home; we need to prepare for a formal meeting.”

Everyone was now an adult, and since Qin Mianmian was Shen Jinyu’s fiancée, the meaning of this formal meeting was obvious.

After all this time, Shen Jinyu had been abroad, and the first thing he did upon returning was to look for Qin Mianmian for a meeting.

Jian Ying’an tightened her grip on her phone.

She let out a cold laugh, casually setting her phone to Do Not Disturb and slipping it into her pocket.

This Shen Jinyu is truly sincere…

It’s no wonder Jian Ying’an was feeling anxious.

She didn’t have much time left. If she couldn’t overthrow the Qin family before university graduation, everything would be futile.

The Qin family started in the food industry.

After Mr. Qin took over, he and Mrs. Qin expanded into other industries, currently including clothing, stationery, and food… Their assets could easily be said to be over ten billion.

Mrs. Qin was very clever and also started getting into luxury goods, following the international trend, although due to the domestic market, they could only focus on light luxury.

It was also very profitable.

Logically speaking, with the Qin family’s foundation, even if one industry experienced problems, it wouldn’t shake their core.

The trouble lay in the Qin family’s intention to dabble in the oil industry…

Jian Ying’an pondered how to connect with Su Nan and discreetly seize the Qin family’s business to deliver a fatal blow.

Seeing Qin Mianmian hesitating to speak, Jian Ying’an couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

She was too eager; she needed to take it one step at a time.

Jian Ying’an: “Are you interested in art galleries?”

Qin Mianmian thought for a moment: “Art galleries? Not interested.”

She showed a playful, wicked smile: “But going to an art gallery with my sister, that I’m interested in~”

To put it plainly, she just wanted to be with her sister.

No matter where they were or what they were doing, it held meaning.

There wasn’t much to see at the art gallery. Jian Ying’an, unfortunately, was not the type to be deeply immersed in art. She could talk a little about the paintings, but her interest was low.

In contrast, Qin Mianmian could talk more about art than Jian Ying’an, which was precisely why Jian Ying’an suggested the art gallery.

Qin Mianmian actually quite liked painting.

In primary school, Qin Mianmian disliked practicing the piano and would be secretly taken out to play by Jian Ying’an.

She liked various handicrafts, could skillfully use colors, and complete beautiful pieces of work. She could be fully absorbed in it, unlike the hated piano—in fact, the feeling was completely opposite.

If Jian Ying’an hadn’t called her, she could have continued her hobby indefinitely.

Junior high—high school—Qin Mianmian never stopped, and this was something no one knew about except for Jian Ying’an.

Qin Mianmian looked at the paintings, and Jian Ying’an looked at Qin Mianmian.

Qin Mianmian quickly grew bored after a while. She clicked her tongue, which served as her evaluation of the art gallery.

The owner of the gallery was a recently famous painter. As soon as she heard Qin Mianmian click her tongue, Jian Ying’an concluded that the owner of the painting was only so-so.

Definitely not as good as Mianmian.

Jian Ying’an thought to herself.

Just then, a woman in her thirties called out to Jian Ying’an: “Miss Jian.”

Jian Ying’an looked over in confusion, a hint of realization flashing in her eyes.

Well, she is famous now.

The woman: “I really didn’t expect Miss Jian to also like these art pieces. How about I take the liberty of gifting one to Miss Jian?”

Jian Ying’an: “No need.”

She didn’t like accepting favors from others.

Qin Mianmian ran over, holding a painting: “Sister, this one is pretty good, it’s for you!”

Jian Ying’an: “Okay.”

She accepted it with extreme double standards.

What else was there for the woman not to understand? She smiled: “To be honest, I have an endorsement I’d like to discuss with Miss Jian.”

Jian Ying’an: “For matters like this, please contact my manager; I’m not very familiar with them.”

The woman was about to say something else.

Qin Mianmian shoved the painting into Jian Ying’an’s arms, her tone displeased: “Do you absolutely have to interrupt us?”

She glared at the woman, finding her to be very tactless.

Qin Mianmian asked: “Which company are you from?”

Hasn’t it gone bankrupt yet!

The woman was stunned, then subtly proud: “I’m from the Qin Group. We recently launched a new product…”

Qin Mianmian: “…”

Jian Ying’an: “…”

Oh, the Qin Group. It will go bankrupt soon.

She must be an employee from a branch company, eager to achieve results, so much so that she didn’t even recognize Qin Mianmian.

Jian Ying’an sighed: “If the eldest daughter of the Qin Group discusses this with me, I will definitely agree.”

The woman choked, suspecting Jian Ying’an was playing tricks on her. Where in the world would you ask the heiress of the Qin Group to personally invite an endorser?

She was about to lose her temper, ready to let Jian Ying’an know that she wasn’t so easily fooled!

However, before she could retort, Qin Mianmian cleared her throat.

“This matter—it’s not urgent.”

Qin Mianmian smiled widely: “You accompany me to play first. When I’m happy, I’ll find you.”

Jian Ying’an laughed: “Alright.”

Jian Ying’an looked at the woman in her thirties and thought this employee was actually not bad. Although she lacked a bit of tact, in her spare time, she didn’t forget to look out for the company’s performance.

She was a good employee.

Jian Ying’an didn’t mind poaching talent, even from a branch company of the Qin Group.

She extended an olive branch, her smile friendly: “Actually, I have a company under my name that currently needs people. As long as you join, you’ll be a core member of the company!”

The woman was dumbfounded.

Jian Ying’an continued: “You like that painting? I’ll buy one for you.”

The woman couldn’t help but ask: “What is your company’s name…?”

She hadn’t heard that Jian Ying’an owned her own company.

Could she be joking?

Jian Ying’an searched around and actually found a business card.

Most of these things were being handled by Su Nan, who was generally inconsiderate in her daily life. Jian Ying’an handed the business card to the woman and started another round of smooth talk.

Talking about how the company has great prospects, doesn’t need to struggle for endorsers, has excellent sales, and how she would only need to do balabala once she joined…

The woman was thoroughly swayed and actually felt a little tempted.

After all, she only worked at a branch company. Her boss had been talking about transferring her to the headquarters, but after all these years, it was still just a verbal agreement.

Perhaps it was better to venture into this new company.

The fact that she could recognize Jian Ying’an in the art gallery was partly due to her admiration for her. With the idol filter on, plus Jian Ying’an’s persuasion, she almost said, “I do,” right there.

In the end, she maintained her composure, accepted the business card, and said she would consider it.

Qin Mianmian was speechless for a moment.

Just then, the art gallery manager rushed over: “Miss Qin, the payment has been successful. Thank you for your support.”

The woman: …

What did I just hear? Miss Qin? The Miss Qin I’m thinking of?