After I Cheated on the Heiress of a Powerful Family - Chapter 11
Chapter 11
After two nights of dreamless sleep, Wen Yan woke up feeling genuinely refreshed. She changed clothes and stepped out of the bedroom, where Warm Paper Ink was already up, heating the steamed buns she had brought home the day before.
“There’s some leftover rice from yesterday, so I’m frying shredded potatoes right now. I cooked some eggs to go with your buns—just peel them when you take them out,” Warm Paper Ink said.
With breakfast prepared for her, Wen Yan saved a lot of time, finished eating quickly, washed up, and left the house a little earlier than usual.
After the rain, the temperature had dropped noticeably. Her phone’s weather app showed a chilly minus ten degrees Celsius, and cold, damp wind swept in through the stairwell window.
Wen Yan bundled up in layers: an autumn jacket, a sweater, and a cardigan—three layers before even considering winter. The school uniform already felt thick.
On the third floor landing, Wen Yan spotted a familiar figure bundled up in a bear-patterned coat sitting by the stairwell entrance.
“Wen Yan!” Zhang Zixuan called out as he noticed her steps from behind the railing. “Is that you?”
“Yeah,” Wen Yan replied, biting back a slight irritation as she noticed his face flush with anger. “I’m Wen Yan. What’s the matter?”
“Did you put nails in my tires last night?” he accused.
Zhang Zixuan hadn’t brought a raincoat. Riding home in the light rain, he discovered halfway through that his tire was completely flat. When the rain started again, he had no choice but to push the bike through the downpour. Not a fan of exercise, he ended up with a fever, took medicine, and still felt dizzy in the morning, barely able to get out of bed.
That morning, as he gradually regained his senses, he put two and two together. After threatening Wen Yan the day before, his tires were sabotaged that night. It had to be her revenge, plain and simple.
He even remembered Wen Yan’s secret video recording on her phone. He stuffed his coat pocket with the recording—if she admitted it, he’d have proof to hold over her.
Wen Yan didn’t take the bait, responding coolly, “Nonsense. Why would I have nothing better to do?”
“That only leaves you!” Zhang Zixuan shot back.
“Fine, hate me if you want,” Wen Yan shrugged and headed downstairs.
Zhang Zixuan, feverish and unsteady, tried to grab her arm but stumbled, nearly falling.
By the time he steadied himself, Wen Yan was already out of sight. Frustrated, he stomped hard, hearing a crunch beneath his foot.
Looking down, he saw his phone screen with the recording app still open—now crushed underfoot.
“Ahhhh!!!”
The piercing scream echoed through the building. Wen Yan looked up, wondering if he was overreacting. All she did was poke his tires and deny it. Yet he reacted as if she’d committed a serious crime.
Because of yesterday’s heavy rain, the roads were even more clogged today. Cars and electric bikes were stuck in traffic, leaving bicycles as the only convenient option.
Whenever a blockage appeared, electric bikes would stall in waterlogged spots, but bicycles could simply be carried over.
As usual, Wen Yan parked her bike on the west side of the school and headed toward the gate, schoolbag on her back, casually brushing through the crowd.
There was no sign of any flashy luxury cars, and she wondered how Xie Buqi would arrive today.
After a short walk, she noticed a familiar figure moving ahead in an unusual vehicle.
The No.1 Middle School’s summer uniform was stylish, but the winter uniform was a dull, dark blue—so unappealing it was joked about all over the province.
Especially in winter, when everyone piled on sweaters under their uniform, they looked like puffy, shapeless sacks.
The only exception was Xie Buqi.
Despite wearing the same bulky uniform, Xie carried herself with such poise and grace, her clothes resembling a fashion statement or an international brand.
Wen Yan squinted, framing Xie’s height, slim waist, and long legs with her fingers, then smirked.
Those proportions defied logic.
In her mental picture, Xie turned, met her gaze, paused briefly, then approached with elegant strides.
Despite his cold expression, his flawless face was captivating up close.
Wen Yan sighed again.
“Seriously, how is that fair? Xie’s life is full of grand entrances and panoramic views—how is that even possible?”
Xie stopped before her, gently holding Wen Yan’s raised hand with slender fingers and said in a cool tone, “Have you looked enough?”
Wen Yan stared at Xie’s hand, then rubbed her ears, gritted her teeth, and silently muttered, “Thief! Old man! God!”
After reciting this playful “curse” to herself several times, she put on a friendly smile and asked sincerely, “Aren’t you cold wearing such a thin outfit?”
While Wen Yan was bundled up in three layers of clothes, Xie wore just a white sweater beneath his uniform, looking perfectly fine and unfazed by the chill.
Someday Xie would regret not dressing warmer—arthritis in cold legs wasn’t fun.
“Not cold,” Xie answered.
His eyes flicked to Wen Yan’s thick collar, clearly confused. “You’re wearing so many layers. Aren’t you hot?”
Wen Yan paused a moment, then pressed her hand against Xie’s neck.
The warmth of his body confirmed he wasn’t cold.
She pressed her cold hand against his skin, proving she wasn’t overheated.
Both dressed so differently, they fell silent and entered the classroom, each lost in their own thoughts.
The classroom was half full already. Wen Yan slipped in behind Xie through the back door and noticed an empty seat beside him.
Suddenly, she remembered, “Hey Xie, you didn’t answer the question you asked me yesterday.”
Xie’s eyes flicked sideways. “What question?”
Wen Yan leaned closer, narrowing her eyes playfully. “You didn’t hear it yesterday, right?”
Xie shook his head. “No.”
“Exactly,” Wen Yan smirked. “So no need to answer. I thought about it and realized it wasn’t really important.”
Xie took a slim, long gift box from his bag, expression neutral.
Inside was a pen, sleek and nicely colored.
Wen Yan recognized it immediately—the same gift pen given to classmates when she first came here.
She remembered its price; this one looked even more luxurious. Her eyes brightened, tracking the pen as Xie presented it.
Why gift a pen? Who else would he give it to besides her?
Trying to keep calm, Wen Yan tested him, “What’s this? A gift for someone? Who’s the lucky person?”
Xie spoke coolly, making Wen Yan’s heart skip a beat, “It’s a thank-you gift for inviting me to dinner.”
Wen Yan pretended to shy away, extending her hand. “No need to be so formal…”
“Alright,” Xie said, tossing the pen box into the desk pocket, “I thought about it and decided it’s unnecessary.”
Wen Yan reached out, but Xie didn’t play along this time.
Usually, gift-giving and returning favors were straightforward. Why did he give up so easily now?
Great achievements require persistence!