After the Breakup, the Possessive Heiress Regretted It - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Is Pei Jinyue… Jealous?! 

But tomorrow didn’t turn out to be a good day after all.

It rained again.

Winter rain wasn’t like summer’s—sudden, fierce storms that soaked you before you could react—but it was cold. Bitterly cold. Ji Wanmian had originally wanted to brave the weather and go out in a pretty dress, but the moment she put it on, she started shivering violently and sneezed several times in a row.

Pei Jinyue’s voice came from behind her: “Dress warmer.”

“Okay…” Ji Wanmian was trembling so hard her teeth were chattering. She hurriedly changed out of the dress and put on thick pants and a long down coat that covered her legs. Only then did she feel warmth creeping back into her body—like she’d come back to life.

She looked at the dress with a sigh. Beauty was important, yes, but not if it meant getting sick.

Once she heard the rustling of Pei Jinyue finishing changing clothes, Ji Wanmian finally asked, “Do my clothes fit you alright? I might’ve bought cheaper stuff, so I don’t know if you’re comfortable in them…”

Pei Jinyue didn’t answer directly and instead said, “Turn around and see.”

Ji Wanmian thought to herself—Wow, she’s being all mysterious now? But the moment she turned, her jaw dropped in shock.

Looking at the person in front of her, she blurted out, “Pei Jinyue! How can you make my plain, ordinary clothes look that good?!”

“Really?” Pei Jinyue walked over to the mirror and took a look. She honestly felt like she looked the same as usual and couldn’t understand why Ji Wanmian was making such a fuss.

Ji Wanmian nodded firmly. “Really!”

“Are you like this with everyone?” Pei Jinyue’s gaze drifted away from her reflection in the mirror and slowly landed on Ji Wanmian.

Oh. My. God.

Was Pei Jinyue jealous?!

The thought hit Ji Wanmian like a lightning bolt. Her breath caught, and suddenly she didn’t feel cold at all—her heart was racing, bl00d pounding in her ears. She wanted to rush forward and kiss her sweet, adorable Miss Pei right then and there!

No, no. She had to stay calm. She couldn’t scare off this innocent, lovely young lady. So she cleared her throat to suppress her bubbling joy and replied, “Only with you.”

Surely Pei Jinyue would be deeply moved by that, right?

Ji Wanmian’s imagination ran wild. In her head, Pei Jinyue was already tearing up from emotion, and she would pull her into a big hug and comfort her gently.

That was just her professional imagination as a comic artist talking.

Reality, however, was just Pei Jinyue nodding slightly, saying nothing more.

Ji Wanmian reeled in her goofy grin, straightened her clothes, and changed the subject: “Let’s head out.”

“Okay.” Pei Jinyue wrapped a scarf around her neck casually and followed behind Ji Wanmian.

“Oh, I almost forgot the umbrella!” Ji Wanmian exclaimed just as they reached the door, smacking her forehead and turning around to fetch one.

But as she passed by Pei Jinyue, her foot froze mid-step, hesitating for two seconds before finally landing.

Pei Jinyue looked at her with curiosity, puzzled by her sudden stop.

Then, lips pressed together nervously, Ji Wanmian reached up and gently adjusted the scarf around Pei Jinyue’s neck.

Her hands trembled slightly. She swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice, which still quivered: “I was afraid it wasn’t warm enough… just wanted to fix it for you.”

Normally, Pei Jinyue would have instinctively pulled away. She didn’t like people getting so close to her unexpectedly. But after spending these past few days together, she’d slowly lowered her guard around Ji Wanmian. So she allowed the closeness—so close, even their coats brushed together.

After she finished adjusting the scarf, Ji Wanmian quickly pulled her hand back, eyes darting away as her ears burned red. She rushed into the living room to find the umbrella.

Plop, plop—

Raindrops fell on the umbrella they held together, splashing into a puddle below, merging into one larger pool.

Ji Wanmian’s wild heartbeat seemed to merge with the sound of the rain too.

They stepped into a jewelry store together, greeted by glimmering displays of all kinds of jewelry. Ji Wanmian tried hard not to show how awestruck she was—it would be too obvious this was her first time in a place like this.

While pretending to be composed, she secretly stole glances at Pei Jinyue beside her.

She really was a rich girl through and through—every move she made had such effortless grace.

Ji Wanmian burned the scene into her memory. If she wanted to stand proudly beside Pei Jinyue, she had to become even better—at the very least, good enough not to feel intimidated just by walking into a luxury store.

A sales associate came over. Within three seconds, she’d already sized up both of them, then greeted them with a warm smile: “Hello, how may I assist you today?”

Pei Jinyue got straight to the point: “Rings.”

“Of course.” The saleswoman smiled and nodded, then led them to another section of the store.

For some reason, Ji Wanmian felt a little uneasy. Maybe it was just the brief eye contact she’d had with the associate—something felt different. Hopefully, she was just being overly sensitive.

Two girls wearing identical scarves, shopping for rings together—it wouldn’t be hard for someone to guess what was going on. But Ji Wanmian pushed that discomfort away.

Whether people could tell or not didn’t matter anymore. Whether they hid it or showed it openly, they were still them.

The associate stopped in front of a glass display and smiled as she prepared to speak, clearly thinking about how to phrase things delicately.

But before she could say anything, Pei Jinyue cut in: “Matching rings.”

The associate didn’t seem surprised. She simply nodded, “Of course. You can take a look at these first.”

Once Pei Jinyue stepped forward, Ji Wanmian followed. She had to admit—seeing those sparkling rings made her understand why proposals and weddings always involved them.

At first, she’d thought it was all a bit too materialistic. For someone like her, even just receiving flowers in a proposal might move her to tears. As for marriage, she hadn’t given it much thought. If two people loved each other, that was enough—why go prove it in front of others?

But now, looking at these pairs of rings, she felt as if she had awakened from a dream. She finally understood: marriage wasn’t just a symbol, and rings weren’t just objects. They were vessels of love, confessions turned into promises you could wear on your hand—tangible vows that you wouldn’t forget.

Ji Wanmian suddenly felt a strong desire to see a matching ring on Pei Jinyue’s beautiful hand—just like the one on hers. And if anyone asked, she’d beam proudly and say, “Look, we picked these out together!”

“Let’s try this one.” Pei Jinyue scanned the selection casually, pointed at a pair that caught her eye, and said to the associate.

The saleswoman lit up with a smile, pleased by the confident choice. “You have great taste! Would you like me to introduce the design?”

“No need, thank you,” Pei Jinyue politely declined.

She really was a proper rich young lady—Ji Wanmian was in awe, silently admiring her from the side.

The associate gave an awkward smile and didn’t press further.

Once the rings were placed beside them, Pei Jinyue looked at Ji Wanmian and said, “You try first.”

Surprised and flattered, Ji Wanmian picked up one of the rings gingerly, handling it like it was a fragile treasure.

She tried it first on her ring finger, then on her middle finger. The ring was beautiful—it even made her hands look more elegant.

The only problem was that it was slightly too big. It wouldn’t fall off easily, but it wasn’t the kind you had to twist and tug to remove, like in dramas.

“Looks like a good fit,” Pei Jinyue said as she tried one on herself. It fit perfectly. Then she looked at Ji Wanmian and asked, “And you?”