After I Cheated on the Heiress of a Powerful Family - Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Spectators weren’t allowed in this part of the field, and a few volunteers started toward them to stop the intrusion. But seeing Wen Yan leaning against Xie Buyi, clearly unwell, they hesitated and held back.
On the track, the girl who had caused the fall stood in front of the referee, eyes brimming with tears. She claimed it had been an accident—she panicked in the heat of the race and didn’t mean to push. Then she turned to Wen Yan with watery eyes, apologizing profusely and even offering her the first-place title.
As she spoke, several of Wen Yan’s classmates arrived. Fang Sihui caught the tail end of the apology and couldn’t keep quiet.
“Offer her the win?” she snapped. “What do you mean give it to her? Wen Yan earned that lead fair and square until she got shoved. Don’t act like you’re doing her a favor. That first place was hers in the first place.”
Wen Yan, meanwhile, had slowed her breathing and wasn’t feeling too bad. But since Xie Buyi was letting her lean on her for once, she milked the moment, acting more fragile than necessary. As she rested, she caught a subtle scent coming from Xie Buyi—something light and refreshing, like the air after a mountain rain.
She leaned in a little closer, trying to get a better whiff, but her quiet sniffing was interrupted.
“Student in lane three,” the referee called. “How are you holding up?”
With no choice, Wen Yan looked up, still draped over Xie Buyi like she might collapse any second. She replied weakly, “Feeling dizzy… queasy… barely able to stand…”
The mention of dizziness caught the referee’s attention. Possible concussion? He looked grave and immediately waved for Xie Buyi to take her to the infirmary. “Get her checked. If things don’t improve, you’ll need to take her to the hospital.”
A class monitor interjected, demanding to know what would happen to the rule-breaker. The referee tried to brush it off—“We’re all students here, just understand each other.”
But the monitor was firm. “There needs to be a formal review. She owes Wen Yan an apology, her rank should be corrected, and she needs to cover any medical expenses.”
Fang Sihui turned to Wen Yan. “Don’t worry about anything. Just rest and let Xie Buyi take you to get treated. We’ll handle everything.”
Wen Yan hummed in agreement, still pretending to limp, letting Xie Buyi help her walk off.
As they passed the infirmary’s snack table, she suddenly made a quick move—snatching up a bunch of chocolates and candies before anyone could stop her. One by one, she started sneaking them into Xie Buyi’s coat pockets.
Xie Buyi clenched her jaw. “That’s enough.”
“Please,” Wen Yan mumbled. “I’m a victim here. These are just… emotional damages. I’ll get them back from you later. You can eat some if you want.”
With both coat pockets stuffed, she made a move for Xie’s pants pockets next. But when their eyes met, she hesitated—then reluctantly stuffed the last few pieces into the side.
Still fuming, she muttered, “If this weren’t the middle of the event, I’d go over and flatten that girl…”
Wen Yan had always believed in justice. Someone pushed her, she was going to push back—one way or another.
Inside the infirmary, the school doctor looked up from his phone and immediately rushed over. “What happened? She fall?”
Xie Buyi explained, “She was pushed. Dizzy, nauseous, can’t stand.”
The doctor examined her palms and arms, then carefully lifted her pant leg. Her knee was a mess—scraped raw, bleeding, bits of torn skin hanging off. She winced.
Xie Buyi clicked her tongue. “And you kept running after that? Were you that desperate to win?”
“Isn’t that the whole point?” Wen Yan muttered back. “First place comes with a gold medal and a fatter prize. Didn’t you say there’s no prize for second or third?”
The doctor heard them bickering and figured she couldn’t be too injured if she still had the energy to argue. “Hold on, I’ll get gloves and clean that up.”
As the doctor left, Wen Yan leaned close to whisper, “Hey, do you mind holding onto those sweets for now?”
Xie’s expression was stormy. Wen Yan tried to reason. “I still have the 1500 meters to run, and sugar helps. That leg’s gonna be a pain…”
“You’re really planning to run? On that leg?” Xie’s tone was biting. “You think you can hop your way through it?”
“Wow,” Wen Yan blinked. “So supportive.”
After a moment, she added with a sigh, “I took the money. I promised I’d compete and help our class not come in last.”
“So you’re choosing money over your life now?”
Wen Yan chuckled. “You make it sound so dramatic.”
The doctor came back, cleaned her wounds, and warned her again: “I really wouldn’t recommend running on that leg. It’s going to get worse.”
“I’ll be fine,” Wen Yan said lightly. “Hurts less when I’m moving.”
Once the doctor was gone, Xie suddenly spoke again. “I’ll run for you.”
Wen Yan blinked. “What, on crutches?”
“I’d still do better than a half-cripple,” Xie muttered.
“Wow, that was romantic,” Wen Yan said dryly. She pushed Xie down onto the bed with a grin. “Sit here and watch me grab that medal for you.”
Though… this time she wasn’t so sure it would be gold. She’d be happy just getting anything—bronze would be just fine.
She paused, turned back around, and suddenly wrapped her arms around Xie’s waist in a tight hug.
Xie froze—only to realize a moment later that Wen Yan had used the hug to sneak the candy stash into her other pocket.
Grinning, Wen Yan pulled back. “Temporary storage.”
She glanced toward the infirmary door, suddenly worried someone might spot her stash and question it.
Then she leaned in again and whispered, “I’m going to be completely exhausted after this. Can you meet me at the finish line? You don’t have to bring the sweets. Just… be there.”
Xie’s ears turned pink.
“…Get lost,” she muttered.
Wen Yan grinned even wider. “What a warm send-off, Miss Xie.”
As she walked out, she threw one last smile over her shoulder.
“See you at the end.”
“Even without the sugar—just come.”