"What to do When the Pretty Woman I Kissed is My Best Friend's Professor" - Chapter 113

Shen Jinrong drove her car to the vicinity of the agreed-upon coffee shop. After parking, she did not rush to get out. Instead, she rested her hands on the steering wheel and looked around. Narrowing her eyes, she saw Wang Dingyun already seated at a table close to the glass window, so she lowered her head to check the time.

It was 2:58 p.m. She was quite punctual.

Shen Jinrong gave a cold laugh and remained seated in the car. She looked down at the message her secretary had just sent on her phone, and her eyes narrowed once more. Wang Dingyun had indeed provided the sperm extraction document from that institution, but when Shen Jinrong’s lawyer investigated using the identity of the deceased man’s daughter, they discovered the document was fake.

Since the document was fake, it meant that Wang Dingyun’s plan to use the child in her belly as leverage to demand an inheritance was entirely impossible.

Shen Jinrong neatly organized the files lying on the passenger seat. She unhurriedly glanced at the time again: 3:15 p.m. Wang Dingyun, sitting in the coffee shop, was visibly growing anxious.

Of course, if Grandmother Shen (Sheˇn Naˇinai) had valued sons over daughters—or emphasized the continuation of the family line—Wang Dingyun’s tactic might have succeeded. However, Grandmother Shen was not such a person; she hadn’t been in the past, she wasn’t now, and she never would be.

Therefore, Wang Dingyun’s calculation was all for naught.

With this thought, Shen Jinrong’s mood improved slightly. She leisurely watched Wang Dingyun fret from the car and finally strolled over at a relaxed pace at 3:30 p.m.

Punctuality is reserved for those who deserve respect; Wang Dingyun was not one of them.

Shen Jinrong walked into the coffee shop, deliberately breaching Wang Dingyun’s psychological limit.

Wang Dingyun’s seat allowed her to see anyone entering immediately. When she saw Shen Jinrong walk in, her eyes visibly brightened but quickly dimmed as she clutched her stomach, adopting a fragile, piteous expression.

“You’re here. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time,” Wang Dingyun said. As Shen Jinrong reached her, Wang Dingyun suddenly felt an invisible pressure.

—It was the same feeling she had when she stood next to Shen Jinrong’s father. Thinking of that moody and ruthless man, Wang Dingyun instinctively shivered. Even though he had been dead for nearly a year, after more than a decade of being together, she still harbored a deep fear of him.

Hearing the veiled complaint in Wang Dingyun’s words, Shen Jinrong merely smiled. She sat down, placed the file folder neatly on the table, and said calmly, “Oh, there was traffic on the way.”

It was 3:30 p.m., not peak hour. What traffic could there be?

Wang Dingyun did not believe a single word Shen Jinrong said. She was full of resentment; before Shen Jinrong arrived, she worried Shen Jinrong would stand her up, but now that Shen Jinrong was here, her attitude was baffling.

Her eyes kept darting towards the file Shen Jinrong had placed on the table, uncontrollably revealing eagerness and greed.

“Right, and preparing these documents,” Shen Jinrong added when she noticed Wang Dingyun’s attention. She offered a slight smile, subtly indicating the files on the table, and deliberately asked, “It took up a little time. I trust you won’t blame me, will you?”

Wang Dingyun tried hard not to appear too anxious. She squeezed out a smile and then showed an appropriate sign of weakness: “No, no, not at all. You young people are busy with work; I completely understand.”

Shen Jinrong also smiled faintly, then her gaze flickered to Wang Dingyun’s belly: “I heard Grandmother say you are pregnant? How many months along are you?”

Wang Dingyun mused internally, It seems the Old Madam still cares about her family’s bloodline; otherwise, she wouldn’t have sent Shen Jinrong to find me—thank goodness I used this move; otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to get any share of the inheritance.

Feeling slightly guilty at this thought, she still looked lovingly at her stomach: “It’s your father’s child, two months. I went through a lot of trouble to conceive him.”

Shen Jinrong raised one eyebrow and gave an “Oh” full of hidden meaning.

Wang Dingyun couldn’t figure out what she was leading up to, so she changed the subject and asked, “Would you like to order something to drink?” She thought that this conversation with Shen Jinrong was unexpectedly harmonious, confirming that one really does need something to rely on.

“No, I won’t. I’ll be leaving soon.” Shen Jinrong straightened up, tapped the file with her index finger, her smile composed and calm: “You want to know what’s inside here, right?”

Wang Dingyun composed herself and quickly chuckled, “No.” Although she said this, her eyes still uncontrollably looked at the documents, thinking, This must be the paperwork to divide some of the inheritance for me, right?

“They are indeed quite important.”

Shen Jinrong smiled again, but this smile looked particularly chilling in Wang Dingyun’s eyes. Wang Dingyun subconsciously felt something was wrong, yet her desire for money superseded everything, causing her to overlook things she shouldn’t have.

“Then it’s fine to take a look.”

What does a person look like at their most hideous? Shen Jinrong leaned back in her chair, watching Wang Dingyun’s undisguised greed, and suddenly felt utterly disgusted. A person whose greed has taken over but who still pretends to be virtuous and honest is the most revolting.

Shen Jinrong felt a wave of nausea. She thought, I really should order a bottle of water.

Wang Dingyun, tortured by him for so long, was still willing to endure it. Was it for money? Or for something else? Shen Jinrong neither knew nor wanted to know. She had lost the patience to slowly enjoy Wang Dingyun’s performance and simply wanted to cut all ties with this situation quickly.

Therefore, Shen Jinrong unhurriedly opened the file and handed it to Wang Dingyun. Seeing her reach out eagerly to take it, Shen Jinrong smiled—a smile filled with complete coldness and sarcasm, mixed with a little pity for Wang Dingyun.

“You can examine these documents carefully,” Shen Jinrong said, intentionally speaking very slowly. “The first page is—the institutional certification for the sperm extraction that you gave Grandmother.”

Wang Dingyun’s face changed slightly, but she managed to maintain her composure: “What do you mean by this?”

Shen Jinrong dropped her smile, her expression turning gloomy: “What do you think I mean?”

Seeing her look like this, Wang Dingyun trembled all over. Shen Jinrong’s current appearance was exactly like her father’s sullen face. She instinctively shivered and stammered, “Wh-what?”

“I am questioning the authenticity of this document,” Shen Jinrong said, scrutinizing her. “Who gave you this idea? Or, has it been nearly a year, and this is the only foolish idea you could come up with?”

Wang Dingyun’s face gradually turned deathly pale, but she still forced herself to hold on: “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Shen Jinrong slightly raised an eyebrow: “You may turn to the next page of the file.”

Wang Dingyun had almost lost the ability to think. With trembling hands, she flipped to the next page.

“This is a lawyer’s letter,” Shen Jinrong told her. “I questioned the authenticity of your document, so I sent a lawyer’s letter to that institution. Guess what happened?”

A smile appeared on Shen Jinrong’s face, but in Wang Dingyun’s eyes now, it transformed into pure mockery—Shen Jinrong! What does she intend to do!

Wang Dingyun asked with a trembling voice, “What?”

“Your psychological state is quite weak,” Shen Jinrong commented, still finding the time to do so. It was clear that Wang Dingyun’s distressed face improved her mood considerably: “The person in charge of that institution told me that this was an unprecedented matter and also provided the surveillance footage from that time.”

“I don’t care how much money you used to bribe the person who issued the certificate for you, but what is clear is that I will not be helping you pay for it.” Shen Jinrong happily observed Wang Dingyun’s shock. She continued with a beaming smile, “Do you feel like you lost out a bit? Or did you truly believe that by seizing the ‘continuation of the family line’ as a vital point, you could manipulate my grandmother?”

Wang Dingyun bit her lip: “But my child really is your father’s! How else could I get pregnant on my own?”

Shen Jinrong raised her eyebrow in surprise: “No way. It’s already the twenty-first century, and people are still using feudal superstition as an excuse?”

She seemed to have anticipated Wang Dingyun would say this, so she motioned for her to continue turning the pages: “You can keep looking.”

Wang Dingyun didn’t want to look. She had a premonition that this entire file was not the property she had initially expected, but a death warrant for her.

“You don’t want to look? Well, I don’t mind telling you.” Shen Jinrong shrugged. She leaned forward, resting both elbows on the table, clasped her hands, and smiled like a cunning fox: “It is the record of you and a man checking into a hotel.”

“The time perfectly matches your pregnancy medical report.”

Shen Jinrong gradually stopped smiling. Seeing Wang Dingyun’s livid face, she suddenly lost the interest to continue. She had originally thought Wang Dingyun was prepared, but all the evidence she provided was like paper—it disintegrated at a poke, vastly inferior to that man’s tactics.

Shen Jinrong asked her, “You were with that person for so many years. Even without a marriage certificate, you didn’t manage to learn much of his methods.” Shen Jinrong thought with a cold laugh, At the very least, that man’s ability to torture people was sufficient.

She looked at Wang Dingyun, the last remaining symbol of her dark past, and suddenly broke into a genuine smile. This smile was different from the previous cold sneer and mockery; it was sincere.

—She was genuinely happy to be on the verge of escaping all these issues.

This should be the last time, shouldn’t it?

“I have filed a police report for this matter. If you continue to use this issue for extortion, we won’t be meeting here.” Shen Jinrong sat quietly, watching her: “Do you have anything else you’d like to say?”

Wang Dingyun took a deep breath. She seemed to realize that she had blocked all her own paths—no, perhaps everything that happened today was predetermined over a decade ago, the moment she got involved with that man.

She gave Shen Jinrong one last deep look and, as if seeking revenge, spoke: “You are becoming more and more like your father.”

“Shen Jinrong, you are also destined to die alone in the end.”

Shen Jinrong, however, was not stung by her words—no, Shen Jinrong thought, if this were in the past, she would have been troubled by it, but not now. She now had Yan He (Yaˋn Heˊ).

“I will not be like him, nor will I die alone. Everything you said is rubbish,” Shen Jinrong said with a light smile. “I have already found the person I can spend my life with.”

She had found her: her little friend, her Yan He.

She was now just as her mother had wished for when she passed away—”Don’t be afraid.”

“Be happy, my little Jinrong.”