The True Heiress And The Fake Heiress Ended Up Together - Chapter 73

The two of them lay in bed, staring blankly.

They wanted to say something, but the camera in the room was still diligently working, and even though it was covered, the recording function was active.

For the first time, Jian Ying’an felt that this money was truly hard to earn.

Qin Mianmian wrapped herself in the quilt, trying hard to empty her mind. After struggling for a while, what she ended up thinking about was—

She shouldn’t have put it in.

She had been temporarily seduced and ended up hurting herself.

Clear-headed now that she had made a mistake, Qin Mianmian kicked the quilt: “Jie-jie (Sister)?”

Jian Ying’an hadn’t fallen asleep either and responded with a soft “Mm.”

Just when Jian Ying’an thought Qin Mianmian was about to say something, Qin Mianmian said, “I’m going to play on my phone for a while.”

Qin Mianmian simply couldn’t sleep.

She picked up her phone. The light was harsh in the dark room after the lights were off, so she adjusted the brightness to the lowest setting and started browsing a Weibo Super Topic (SuperTalk).

Fu Lan had told her about this Super Topic. The people inside were all talented; they shipped CP, edited videos, and wrote fanfiction.

Qin Mianmian found the fanfic blogger she had been following before.

This blogger wrote about her and Jian Ying’an. At first, Qin Mianmian felt very strange and awkward about being written into fanfic, but as she read, she became engrossed.

In the stories, Jian Ying’an would pin Qin Mianmian down and ‘do things’ [implied intimacy].

In short, smut.

The smut opened a new world for Qin Mianmian.

She learned from it to be prepared for the unexpected—referring to putting adult toys into her suitcase.

But the smut didn’t mention how she should face things after being discovered!

Qin Mianmian was very anxious and wanted to see if the blogger had updated.

The blogger hadn’t updated, but the Super Topic itself was celebrating like the New Year.

This Super Topic had only been established recently, and the number of members was still increasing. Today was the most posts Qin Mianmian had ever seen.

She saw dense, packed posts, with everyone criticizing Jian Ying’an’s “beastly behavior.”

Qin Mianmian’s body stiffened.

This was actually a live broadcast! The sealed bag she had put in was actually discovered! And everyone thought Jian Ying’an was the one who brought it!

“She actually put something like this in her suitcase!” Qin Mianmian felt a sting.

“Well done!”

“Is this something I can see without paying?”

“Jian Ying’an, why did you cover the camera?!”

“It’s so quiet. Even kissing would make a little noise.”

“An’an is going to be mortified when she wakes up tomorrow. But since I’m your fan, I’ll teach you: just say that a house elf put it in, and it has nothing to do with you.”

It was a house elf who put it in. Qin Mianmian shamefully averted her gaze and slid the screen down.

Jian Ying’an couldn’t fall asleep as peacefully as she usually did.

A moment later, she also picked up her phone.

On the same bed, under the same quilt, the two people held different phones, refreshing the same Weibo.

Jian Ying’an guessed that logging into Weibo would result in an explosion of messages, so she simply switched to her alternate account.

This small account was the one she used to write fanfic.

At first, she would secretly write a chapter or two when she had time, but later, when she discovered the Super Topic, she simply posted it there.

She even had quite a few fans.

Even on the alternate account, many people were @-ing her, all saying, “Hurry up, there’s material!”

Jian Ying’an: “…”

She really didn’t want to look at the Super Topic, or she wouldn’t have switched accounts.

Weibo showed that Qin Mianmian was online; she was also browsing Weibo.

Jian Ying’an didn’t know what Mianmian was looking at, so she sent her a message. A “ding-dong” sound rang out next to her. Qin Mianmian hadn’t muted her phone, and Jian Ying’an only remembered after sending the message that this was her alternate account for writing fanfic.

…With her level of carelessness, she was bound to be exposed sooner or later!

Jian Ying’an was relieved that she hadn’t sent anything too incriminating; she could still try to explain it.

Qin Mianmian was typing.

Then, a reply appeared in the chat box.

“You’re online too.”

“Yes, I am~”

Jian Ying’an gripped her phone, desperately wanting to tell the Qin Mianmian next to her, Do you reply when a stranger messages you?! You have no sense of caution!

Qin Mianmian continued to send messages: “Does Tai-tai [a respectful address for a female writer/creator] need something?”

Tai-tai?

Oh, right, when she wrote smut, some people in the comments called her Tai-tai.

How did Qin Mianmian know this title?

Jian Ying’an’s finger trembled, and she clicked on Qin Mianmian’s following list.

Two accounts.

One was her main account, which she rarely logged into or spoke on.

The other was her alternate account, which she used to write smut.

Why was Qin Mianmian following this account! Had she been exposed? Jian Ying’an looked over.

Qin Mianmian was still wondering why Tai-tai would message her privately. Did she know that she was Qin Mianmian herself? She was nervous and scared, yet she replied with forced composure.

She noticed Jian Ying’an looking at her.

Qin Mianmian was very careful with her breathing: “Did I wake you up, Jie-jie?”

Jian Ying’an asked, “What are you looking at?”

Qin Mianmian was alert: “Weibo, looking at funny jokes.”

Jian Ying’an thought back to the content she wrote. Was it very funny?

She let out a soft “Oh” and replied in the chat box.

“It looks like you follow my writing.”

Qin Mianmian had already turned off notifications. She felt her phone vibrate, wanted to reply, but was worried about disturbing Jian Ying’an.

She felt like a thief with a guilty conscience.

Seeing Jian Ying’an look down at her phone, Qin Mianmian thought she had just asked casually.

The person she was messaging was a favorite blogger, and she still wanted to follow the updates, so she quickly replied: “Yes! How did Tai-tai know!”

Jian Ying’an glanced at the content.

So, Qin Mianmian didn’t know this was her alternate account, but still came in to follow the story?

Following fanfiction about them?

And it was the fanfic that Jian Ying’an herself had written about the two of them.

Is the subject writing the story and the subject following the story?

That felt a bit strange.

The air was deathly silent. Jian Ying’an suspected she would have nightmares if this went on, so she quickly replied: “Because you followed me.”

“It’s too late. Go to sleep early.”

Just as Jian Ying’an was about to put down her phone, a new message popped up.

“Tai-tai, can I ask you something?”

This was immediately followed by another one.

“Tell me, when they wake up tomorrow morning and find out everyone knows about this, how should they handle it to make it less awkward?”

Jian Ying’an wanted to know that, too.

After turning off their phones, they managed to fall into a difficult sleep.

When they woke up the next day, they were short on sleep and low on energy. After going downstairs, they ran into a guest who was up early.

That guest had also been browsing Weibo last night.

He had originally just wanted to see the audience’s reaction to himself, but Jian Ying’an completely stole the spotlight. Not only was he not angry, but he became eager to watch the drama unfold.

Jian Ying’an caught his subtle expression.

Before he could speak, Jiang Anyan came downstairs, yawning, looking even more sluggish than Jian Ying’an.

Having been in the industry for so many years, Jiang Anyan had long since become a veteran “Big Sister” who didn’t need to save face for anyone. She immediately pulled Jian Ying’an away: “You’re cooking today. I want a fried egg.”

Jian Ying’an: “Fine.”

Jiang Anyan said, “You’re so easygoing today.”

Jian Ying’an: “A reward for not checking Weibo last night.”

Jiang Anyan was puzzled. What was there to reward?

Wait, how did Jian Ying’an know she hadn’t checked Weibo last night?

Breakfast was quickly prepared. The refrigerator was stocked with ingredients, purchased promptly by the staff.

Jian Ying’an felt two seconds of sympathy, thinking that the staff got up even earlier than her to prepare fresh ingredients.

Life is not easy.

While she was making fried eggs, Wen Wan walked into the kitchen.

She was wearing a long-sleeved shirt with a chiffon floral print, making a gentle entrance like everyone’s “White Moonlight.”

Wen Wan: “You’re making breakfast so early. Shall I help you?”

Jian Ying’an glanced at the camera and accepted Wen Wan’s kindness.

The two of them were in the same frame making breakfast. Although Jian Ying’an’s attitude was relatively distant, Wen Wan was always able to interact considerately.

When Jian Ying’an asked for salt and pepper, Wen Wan immediately handed it over.

Jian Ying’an took it, her aura becoming even more aloof, but Wen Wan didn’t mind: “It smells so good.”

Jian Ying’an’s reaction was indifferent: “Does it?”

Wen Wan: “Mmm, you must cook often, right?”

Seeing that Jian Ying’an didn’t answer, Wen Wan didn’t seem to care. She continued speaking to herself: “I have quite a few younger siblings at home, and I’m usually responsible for taking care of them, so I’m used to getting up early to cook. I didn’t expect you to be, too.”

Jian Ying’an let out a small laugh. If she still didn’t understand what Wen Wan was trying to do, she would be an idiot.

It was fine to offer help out of kindness, but Wen Wan was clearly planning to bridge the gap between them and create the illusion that they had a good relationship and got along well.

Jian Ying’an didn’t mind cooperating, but why bring up younger siblings?

Because Qin Mianmian calls her Jiejie?

This is a dating show.

Jian Ying’an and Qin Mianmian are a CP.

Even if dating shows are a mix of truth and fiction, she and Mianmian are definitely real. What was Wen Wan planning by classifying Mianmian as a “younger sister”?

Jian Ying’an replied with a smile: “I don’t. I hate taking care of younger brothers the most.”

Wen Wan’s eyes flashed, and she also gave a shallow smile: “You have a younger brother, too.”

Jian Ying’an: “Yes, out of everyone in my family, I’m closest to my younger brother.”

Wen Wan: “It’s rare to hear you talk about your family in public.”

Jian Ying’an: “I just mentioned it last episode.”

The simple breakfast was ready, though she put extra effort into Mianmian’s portion and didn’t let Wen Wan help with it.

That was why Wen Wan had time to talk and chat continuously.

Jiang Anyan rushed in: “I can’t believe you’re that Jian Ying’an!”

Jian Ying’an picked up the fried egg on a plate and transferred it to another plate.

“You checked Weibo, so you don’t get the fried egg!”

Jiang Anyan didn’t care about the fried egg now. She had always thought Jian Ying’an and Qin Mianmian had the desire but not the courage, only daring to be indefinitely ambiguous.

She never expected them to be prepared for the unexpected!

Jiang Anyan saw Wen Wan and her imposing presence softened: “You’re here, too.”

Wen Wan: “Yes, I came to help make breakfast.”

Jiang Anyan: “Why are you helping her…”

Qin Mianmian was standing at the doorway. She had arrived when Jiang Anyan rushed in and had heard Jiang Anyan’s condemnation.

However, she was the one who brought that item. How could she let Jian Ying’an take the blame?

She stood at the doorway, wanting to explain, but the words wouldn’t come out.

She could only look at Jian Ying’an apologetically: “I’m sorry.”

Jian Ying’an pretended not to know anything. Anyway, it was impossible for everyone to ask her directly: “Eat breakfast.”

Qin Mianmian followed calmly: “Okay.”

The other guests weren’t idle either; seeing Jian Ying’an and Wen Wan making breakfast, they went to set the table.

Breakfast was brought to the table, and the beautiful day officially began.

Qin Mianmian stood still because she saw Wen Wan sitting in the spot where she had sat yesterday.

Jian Ying’an took the initiative to speak to a male guest: “Don’t bother, sit down and eat first.”

She pulled out a chair, signaling him to sit down.

This male guest was Wen Wan’s filming partner.

After having him sit next to Wen Wan, Jian Ying’an looked for a new place to sit. The dining table was large, and there was no rule about where the guests had to sit.

But Qin Mianmian felt something was wrong.

Qin Mianmian saw Jian Ying’an nonchalantly change her spot and didn’t pay too much attention, continuing to sit next to Jian Ying’an.

Wen Wan’s expression remained unchanged as she spoke to everyone: “An’an and I made breakfast. If it’s not to everyone’s taste, please feel free to let us know.”

“Oh, and I see your fans call you An’an. Can I call you that, too?”