After the Breakup, the Possessive Heiress Regretted It - Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Let Those Who Love Each oOher Keep on Loving.

Following behind Pei Jinyue, Ji Wanmian arrived at the Pei household—and in that moment, it was impossible not to sigh—

What a huge villa.

This was Ji Wanmian’s first time seeing something on this scale. Sure, she had seen similar images online when looking for background references for her comics, but stepping into a real, legendary luxury villa for the first time still felt unreal and overwhelming.

The exquisite furniture, the gleaming floors—just breathing in this space felt extravagant.

As a child watching TV dramas, whenever she saw the female lead feel inferior because of a huge difference in family background, Ji Wanmian used to think, What’s there to feel ashamed of? As long as you don’t look down on yourself, everything will be fine.

But growing up made her realize: those words, so easy to say as a child, were much harder to hold onto as an adult. Even though she was raised with love, never suffered, and had wealthy friends growing up, stepping into Pei Jinyue’s home triggered a powerful wave of inferiority.

And no matter how hard she tried to suppress it, the feeling wouldn’t go away—it hit her like a summer thunderstorm, soaking her completely.

As everyone else sat down and settled in, Ji Wanmian stood awkwardly in place, glancing toward Pei Jinyue.

Suddenly, her palm grew warm—Pei Jinyue had taken her hand and gently pulled her down onto the couch beside her.

Pei Yan, seated across from them, let out a cold laugh when she saw this and said, “Never thought my youngest daughter could be so infatuated. If it weren’t for Siche worrying that someone might photograph this and it would affect the company’s image, I wouldn’t have allowed outsiders into this house.”

As the so-called “outsider,” Ji Wanmian lowered her head, staying silent. She tried to pull her hand back, but Pei Jinyue only held it tighter. Startled, she looked over to see a slight frown on Jinyue’s face—was she angry? Ji Wanmian gave up struggling and let her keep holding her hand.

She followed Pei Jinyue’s gaze and saw a younger version of Pei Yan—this must be Siche, the person Pei Yan had just mentioned. Jinyue’s older sister?

Why had Jinyue never mentioned her before?

That person seemed to notice Ji Wanmian’s stare and looked back, making eye contact with her. Ji Wanmian couldn’t read her expression clearly, but strangely, the look wasn’t judgmental—it carried an emotion she couldn’t name.

Pei Yan spoke up again, “Jinyue? Why so quiet now? Weren’t you shouting at me earlier? You’ve already messed around once, and you still haven’t grown up? As for the engagement—”

“I’m not marrying,” Pei Jinyue interrupted fiercely, repeating herself over and over. “I won’t marry someone I don’t know! And the person I love is a woman!”

That last sentence must’ve pushed Pei Yan over the edge—her hands shook, and the cup in her hand slammed to the floor, shattering with a crash.

When the housekeeper rushed over to clean the broken glass, Ji Wanmian realized: that loud bang she heard on the phone earlier wasn’t something falling—it was something being smashed.

Clearly, they had already been arguing intensely.

Ji Wanmian swallowed hard, unease swelling inside her. She suspected this fight already had a predetermined outcome—Pei Yan’s entire demeanor showed that she was determined to make Jinyue go through with the arranged marriage.

Which meant, Ji Wanmian’s presence today likely served only one purpose: to force a final break between her and Jinyue.

Pei Yan’s initial, blatant rejection had already made her stance clear—

She didn’t want them to be together.

Whether it was for the engagement, or simply because she couldn’t accept a same-s3x relationship, Pei Yan wanted this relationship to end.

While Pei Yan trembled with rage, Pei Siche gently patted her back, trying to comfort her.

Seeing this, Pei Jinyue sneered coldly. “Madam Pei Yan, you only need one daughter—and that’s Pei Siche.”

Ji Wanmian lowered her head even further, mentally chanting:

You can’t see me, you can’t see me…

How did this argument about marriage turn into a full-on family drama?

“You!” Pei Yan stood up, her calm, businesslike composure vanishing in an instant—she now looked like any furious mother, shouting at a disobedient child. “Pei Jinyue! How can you say something like that?!”

Jinyue gave a derisive laugh. “Did I hit a nerve?”

Pei Yan raised a trembling hand to point at her, but she was so angry she couldn’t get any words out. After a moment, she sat back down and took a deep breath to calm herself, rubbing her temples. “Fine. You don’t have to get married. But must you be with a woman?”

“Yes,” Pei Jinyue said firmly. “I know clearly that the one I love is a woman.”

Pei Yan sighed and asked, “And if I don’t agree?”

“I’ve already made my decision,” Pei Jinyue replied. “Whether you agree or not, I’ll continue to love the one I love.”

Pei Yan kept shaking her head.

But before she could respond, Pei Jinyue was already pulling Ji Wanmian up from the couch and said bluntly, “Then I won’t come back to this house again. Freeze my cards if you want.”

Ji Wanmian’s eyes widened in shock, and before she could process what Jinyue had just said, she was already being pulled out the door. All they left behind were two determined, unapologetic backs.

Pei Yan frowned and instinctively stood to chase after her daughter, but Pei Siche stopped her.

“Looks like Jinyue’s made up her mind. Letting her face some hardships out there might actually help her grow,” Siche said, pushing her glasses up calmly.

Pei Yan gave up on chasing them. Deep down, she knew she wouldn’t be able to change Jinyue’s mind. After all, she was her mother—how could she not know what kind of temper her daughter had?

Jinyue’s stubborn streak was exactly like hers when she was younger.

But why did she have to fall for a woman?

Pei Yan couldn’t understand it. No one in their family was like that.

Siche handed her a glass of water. While Pei Yan sipped it, Siche hesitated, bit her lip slightly, then pushed up her glasses and slowly said, “I’ll do the engagement.”

Pei Yan’s hand trembled. “How can I let you do it?”

Siche explained calmly, “First of all, I’ve met Mr. Gu. I know him better than Jinyue does. And even though the Gu family said they liked both of us, I don’t think Jinyue’s personality is suitable. Secondly, Mr. Gu made it clear—he’s not looking for a traditional wife, but an equal partner. He won’t interfere with my career. And lastly… because I want to.”

Pei Yan was surprised by how logical and well-reasoned her daughter’s response was. She hadn’t wanted Siche to be the one to marry into the Gu family because she was so crucial to the business. But now that Siche was volunteering, maybe it really was the better choice—at least she wouldn’t have to keep dealing with her unruly, disobedient daughter.

Feeling tired from the earlier outburst, Pei Yan didn’t argue further. She nodded in agreement. “Let’s settle it quickly, then.”

“When should we visit the Gu family?” Siche asked.

“Let’s do it over the New Year holiday,” Pei Yan replied after checking the calendar.

Hearing the date, Siche blinked, pressed her fingernails into her palm, then smiled and nodded. “Alright.”

New Year’s—it’s perfect.

A fresh start after the old year ends.

A time to forget old faces.

Back in her room, Pei Siche opened a chat window with “Little Fish.” She typed and deleted, over and over, in the text box—ultimately sending nothing.

She took off her glasses and looked through blurry eyes at a photo she had taken the day before—a girl examining a scrape on her arm.

She remembered the girl teasing her after seeing the photo: “Wow, so even Pei Siche has things she’s bad at. Here, let Little Fish teach you~”

Siche chuckled quietly, gazed at the picture for a long time, and finally—hands trembling—hit Delete.

She even emptied it from “Recently Deleted.”

Gone, completely.

As if nothing ever happened.

When she pressed delete, she thought back to their last meeting—Little Fish had waved goodbye and smiled brightly: “See you on New Year’s!”

But they wouldn’t see each other again.

Maybe the girl—who swam like a little fish in her heart—would finally give up on her after being stood up again.

And that was probably for the best. No more entanglement. Time saved for more efficient pursuits.

Pei Siche turned off her phone and closed her eyes, hoping for a moment of peace.

But the instant she shut her eyes, an image flashed through her mind: her Little Fish, using her small body to carry heavy boxes, eventually falling with a loud thud when a stack collapsed.

She had only intended to observe from afar—but she couldn’t help it. She had rushed forward and reached out a hand.

She should’ve never gone that day.

If she hadn’t, there wouldn’t have been a promise to meet on New Year’s Eve.

Two people destined to part ways shouldn’t have met at all—let alone fallen in love.

For some reason, she thought of Pei Jinyue again.

Thought of how Jinyue took her lover’s hand and walked forward without hesitation.

Pei Siche let a faint smile curve her lips.

In her heart, she said:

Let those who love each other keep on loving.