Chapter 12 The Fake Heiress's Escape from Marriage 12 Light Green Spaghetti Strap Dress...
When they went back, Yun Chiyi slept. She lowered the chair, put on her hat, and closed her eyes to rest.
They were almost there. She stretched like a cat, then looked relaxedly at the roof of the car with her bright eyes and smiled contentedly.
Lin Jishen parked the car and caught a glimpse of her snow-white profile out of the corner of his eye. Her nose was small but high and delicate, and soft wisps of hair kissed her brow. A faint joy was evident in her eyes.
She didn't know when it started, but she stopped being afraid of him and even found a sense of peace in his presence.
Realizing this, Lin Jishen held his breath for a moment and subtly looked away.
"You have a few minutes left, drive back yourself."
As he loosened his grip on the steering wheel and opened the car door, a soft, fair hand grabbed the hem of his shirt.
Yun Chiyi was still sleepy, showing no signs of aggression, nor did she display her usual playful and mischievous nature. Her captivating eyes seemed to have been cleansed by holy water. She stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled faintly: "The car keys are still in your pocket."
Lin Jishen placed the key in front of the windshield, and with his strong hand pried Yun Chiyi's fingers apart, his ruthless behavior as if he were avoiding a flood or a ferocious beast.
She yawned, her pink eyes misty with tears: "I'm going back to sleep until tonight, so please don't bother me unless it's important."
She smiled, revealing her teeth: "Where are you going to go?"
Lin Jishen's eyes were lowered, taking in her languid appearance.
"None of your business."
He didn't say another word, disappearing into the streets and alleys in his thin dark shirt.
Yun Chiyi slowly mimicked his words: "It has nothing to do with me. I paid for the breakfast. Doesn't he know that he's indebted to someone who eats his food?"
Once she was fully awake, she climbed from the passenger seat to behind the steering wheel and slowly turned around to drive towards the Yun family villa.
At the same time, at the Yun family villa.
Downstairs in the kitchen, eggs and fermented rice wine were simmering over a low flame, with a few boiled goji berries floating on the bubbling surface.
Yun Jingui put down her spoon and slowly moved upstairs. It took her more than a minute to reach Yun Chiyi's room. She first reached out and knocked on the door.
"Xiaoyi, it's almost 9:30, get up and have some breakfast."
She called again, then walked nervously toward another door.
The door was gently opened from the inside. Wen Yan Yan, with a clean and natural face, looked away when she saw Yun Jingui standing there, stunned.
She sensed a strong desire to investigate Yun Jingui, feeling that her bright, intelligent eyes could see through everything.
Yun Jingui smiled kindly: "Yan Yan, you're up so early. Come down and have some fermented rice wine. My Xiao Xiao used to love this flavor the most. I don't know if you can get used to it."
Wen Yanyan knew Yun Xiaoxiao. She had heard that Yun Xiaoxiao was only twenty-two years old when she took over the family business. At that time, Yun Xiaoxiao's methods were relatively mild, but she always managed to handle things properly.
The Yun family's daughter is virtuous and talented, and as beautiful as a flower. Many wealthy young men have wanted to marry into her family.
However, in the end, the only one who caught her eye was that hothead from the small county town.
When Yun Xiaoxiao was twenty-five years old, she suffered severe postpartum hemorrhage and did not survive the cold operating table, leaving behind only a baby girl.
Over the years, during her time working at the hotel, Wen Yanyan would occasionally hear people sighing when they mentioned her.
The two of them drifted off into their own thoughts, but Yun Jingui was the first to come to her senses and sighed deeply.
"Let's eat something."
Yun Jingui glanced at Yun Chiyi's closed door and scolded, "Xiaoyi is usually the most enthusiastic about eating, why is she nowhere to be seen today?"
Wen Yanyan suppressed her panic and clenched her hands tightly together: "It rained heavily last night. She said the room felt stuffy and she sweated a lot while sleeping. She wanted to take a shower and change her clothes."
She lied.
It's obvious from any angle that Yun Chiyi sneaks out at night so that no one else knows.
But why would she cover for Yun Chiyi?
Wen Yan Yan pursed her lips, supported Yun Jingui's arm, and helped her downstairs.
Yun Jingui's face was beaming with happiness as she said, "This child is afraid of the cold in winter and the heat in summer, just like me when I was young."
Wen Yan Yan simply smiled politely and didn't reply.
They were eating downstairs when a few minutes later, they heard some noise from upstairs.
Yun Chiyi, wearing a long dress, stretched out her arms and walked downstairs. She walked briskly and quickly, pulled out a stool and sat down.
"Sweet fermented rice balls are so delicious! A bowl of hot sweet rice balls in the morning is perfect for warming up your stomach."
Yun Jingui opened her hand, took a bowl, scooped out two spoonfuls of sugar, and added a lot of sugar: "Little lazy cat, I thought you would come looking for me by yourself as usual."
Yun Chiyi grinned: "I didn't sleep well last night because of the thunder and rain."
Yun Jingui placed the bowl in front of her: "Don't take a shower on an empty stomach next time."
Yun Chiyi's gaze faltered for a moment before lightly sweeping over Wen Yanyan's head as she ate her breakfast.
Wen Yanyan tried to remain calm, but her hands were trembling.
Yun Chiyi then smiled, her eyes crinkling, "I know, I'll definitely pay attention next time."
Not everyone is like her, able to lie without blushing.
She sipped two bowls of sweet fermented rice with egg dumplings, elegantly wiped the water from her lips, and glanced at a green card with gold lettering on the corner of the table.
Whose invitation is this?
Upon hearing this, Yun Jingui snorted coldly: "The old man of the Gong family is celebrating his sixtieth birthday, and he sent an invitation over early this morning."
Sunlight shone on Yun Chiyi's face. After learning about it, she became extremely interested, and her rosy lips silently curved upwards.
Then Yun Jingui continued, "He thinks he's a prince or an emperor, that anyone can just send a piece of paper."
Yun Chiyi chuckled and opened the invitation. Yun Jingui's name was clearly written on it. It was strange that Gong Hanlu didn't send an invitation to Gu Zhao but sent one to the Yun family separately.
She curled her lips charmingly and said, "Oh dear, the Gong family is at the height of its power now, it's normal for them to be a bit arrogant, Dad will definitely go."
Yun Jingui said indignantly, "What else can he do besides flattering and sucking up to others? Let me tell you, just say you're not feeling well and can't go to the birthday celebration."
Yun Chiyi looked at Wen Yanyan, and a thought flashed through her mind: "I want to go play with Yanyan."
Wen Yan Yan suddenly looked up. She had been to many similar occasions before, always as a waitress. Now that she was about to change positions, she felt deeply uneasy.
[Would the host like to play a nurturing game?]
I didn't say anything.
After finishing breakfast, Wen Yanyan's brows were still furrowed as she stood under the flower stand, fidgeting with her fingertips.
The warm sunlight made the roses look vibrant. Yun Chiyi was watering the grass with a watering can. She hadn't slept all night, but she was unusually awake at this moment.
Wen Yan Yan often envied her, not because she admired her background, but because it was as if if you gave her a withered flower, she would water it and praise how beautiful it was.
Right now, she's watering the lawn under the porch that didn't get wet last night.
Yun Chiyi possesses a strange optimism that makes her impossible to control.
Noticing Wen Yanyan's intense gaze, Yun Chiyi turned around and smiled, then continued watering the grass.
I need Mr. Miyazaki's guest list.
Lin Jishen has it; ask him for it.
She still had to deal with him for a while. Just as she was feeling happy, she heard the system's boastful voice.
[Currently, Wen Yanyan's trust level is 65, and Lin Jishen's trust level is 50. If you can raise his trust level to the passing mark, the problem will be easily solved.]
There are many ways to obtain information, and she naturally chose the one provided by the system because it sounded interesting.
In the days that followed, Gong Hanlu was going to hold a birthday banquet and asked Gong Mufeng to help with the preparations. He also wanted to see how much knowledge his son had.
Unexpectedly, Gong Mufeng had no interest in such dull banquets. He turned around and handed everything over to Lin Jishen. Arranging the old house, supplementing the guest list, finalizing the menu, and managing the reception were all handled by an outsider.
During this time, Yun Chiyi would occasionally come to the Gong family's old house to play. The classical villa-style building was filled with an elegant atmosphere. Swallows chirped incessantly from morning to night, and the flowers in the backyard were all in bloom, creating a thriving and beautiful scene.
In their free time, Yun Chiyi and Wen Yanyan would sit in the corridor pavilion, painting and enjoying the breeze. Wen Yanyan would mainly be sketching, while Yun Chiyi would be eating snacks.
Today she wore a light green spaghetti strap dress with a knitted openwork cardigan, her fair and delicate shoulders and neck comparable to the lotus flowers in the pond.
Wen Yan Yan kept her brows furrowed as she carefully wrote, her expression serious, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
Yun Chiyi leaned down to look: "Yan Yan, you're such a good painter! You should hold an art exhibition sometime."
Wen Yanyan turned around, her eyes filled with undisguised surprise: "I'm holding an art exhibition?"
Her brow furrowed even more. This was something she could only dream of; she had only ever thought about it in her dreams.
Yun Chiyi placed a piece of peach blossom cake next to the easel: "That's right, some people like pastries, and some people like painting."
Wen Yanyan chuckled softly: "What kind of logic is that?"
Yun Chiyi smiled and said, "That's right, logic isn't necessary anyway."
She said "yes" several times in a row. Wen Yan Yan's eyes were dazed for a long time, but suddenly she got inspiration from her nonsense.
Perhaps it's possible.
Wen Yanyan frowned as she looked at the peach blossom cake, imagining that it must taste very greasy.
As a result, Yun Chiyi took the peach blossom cake back intact and put it into a snack bag along with the packaging: "You don't like sweets, don't force yourself."
Wen Yanyan said, "You've always loved sweets."
Yun Chiyi was taken aback for a moment: "I haven't paid attention to this. I just feel like I can't muster any energy if I don't eat."
She didn't seem to care much about that, and smiled as she said, "You can continue drawing."
Wen Yan Yan lowered her head in thought, then suddenly raised her head and said very seriously, "I've noticed that you seem to have forgotten that you are my employer. You haven't negotiated with me in a long time."
Unexpectedly, she still remembered this. Just as Yun Chiyi was thinking of an excuse to get away with it, she heard the approaching footsteps. The environment here was quiet and secluded, and few people came here.
Wen Yanyan looked over in surprise, but when she saw who it was, she wasn't surprised at all.
Yun Chiyi turned around, just as Lin Jishen was about to step onto the stairs.
His expression was cold and indifferent, and he was dressed entirely in black.
As he approached, his cold gaze swept over Wen Yanyan behind Yun Chiyi.
They're way too close; they're always sticking together wherever they go.
Wen Yanyan was actually a little afraid of Lin Jishen. Everyone said he was refined and courteous, but she could see the arrogant attitude of someone in a superior position in him.
She avoids him whenever she sees him, preferring not to speak to him if possible.
Under her stern gaze, Yun Chiyi handed over a bag of snacks: "Want some?"
Lin Jishen silently withdrew his gaze: "I need your help with something."
She feigned surprise: "How can I help?"
Because Wen Yanyan was present, Lin Jishen couldn't argue with her, so he lowered his tone and said, "Thank you for your trouble. Please leave with me for a little while."
Yun Chiyi smiled contentedly: "Since you've said so, then okay."
She told Wen Yan Yan that she would be leaving for a few minutes, and then followed Lin Ji Shen lightly.
He was dressed entirely in black, while she was dressed in spring colors. Wen Yanyan held a pen and looked at the two of them. Yun Chiyi wasn't stupid; she could definitely sense the aura emanating from Lin Jishen.
Wen Yan Yan's sixth sense told her that their relationship was far more complicated than it seemed.
But it seems like they're a better match than when she was with the young master of the Gong family.
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