After the Breakup, the Possessive Heiress Regretted It - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: When They Kissed, She Felt Like Her Lips were about to Be Bitten   Through.

We’re… together?” Ji Wanmian was so overwhelmed that she could barely form a complete sentence. Her voice trembled uncontrollably. “You and me?”

Pei Jinyue gave a small nod.

Ji Wanmian pinched her palm without making a sound. When she felt the pain, she confirmed that this wasn’t a dream.

“Lovers…” she murmured, lowering her head. Although she had fantasized about this word thousands of times in her mind, hearing Pei Jinyue say it aloud still made her heart flutter with joy.

She had waited year after year—thousands of days and tens of thousands of hours. The person she had loved every minute and second, the one she had longed to hold in her arms during countless sleepless nights, the person she had wanted in every dream—was now standing before her, confirming their relationship.

All the grievances, insecurities, heartaches, and disappointments were swept away. At this moment, Ji Wanmian could only think of one word: “Lovers.”

She wanted to be with Pei Jinyue.

Really, really wanted to.

“Did you come here just to tell me this?” Ji Wanmian calmed down a bit, trying not to seem too excited, but her trembling voice still gave her away.

“You could say that.” Pei Jinyue’s gaze landed once again on the money and bracelet on the table. She rested her elbow on her knee and looked up. “So, do you still want to go home?”

“I…” Ji Wanmian spun around and flopped dramatically onto the sofa, pretending to be reluctant. “Oh no, why do I suddenly not feel like going back anymore?”

Pei Jinyue raised her brows in satisfaction. “Shall we continue then?”

Ji Wanmian’s ears turned red, her face flushed. She could only respond with a muffled “mm” that took all the strength she had left.

Pei Jinyue leaned in closer again, pressing down on Ji Wanmian’s palm and staring straight into her eyes. The atmosphere thickened to its peak. What followed was another round of passion.

Outside, the wind was biting cold; inside, it was hot enough to sweat.

No one knew how long had passed—sweat was soaking through their clothes—when Ji Wanmian finally came back to herself, her eyes blank. The sound of Pei Jinyue showering in the bathroom brought her back to reality.

She braced her waist and slowly sat up. Even though Miss Pei had agreed to be with her, which should’ve made her happy, Ji Wanmian still felt the sting of Pei Jinyue’s rough treatment that night. Even during their kiss, she thought her lips might get torn.

Was Pei Jinyue still in a bad mood?

But why wouldn’t she tell her?

That thought brought a trace of disappointment to Ji Wanmian. After some brooding, she quickly shook her head, trying to get rid of that feeling.

It’s fine—Pei Jinyue had agreed to be with her.

She would definitely tell her when the time was right.

After comforting herself, Pei Jinyue opened the bathroom door and stepped out.

Ji Wanmian looked over at the sound. What she saw was a dripping-wet Pei Jinyue, water still falling from her hair tips, cheeks flushed.

The moment their eyes met, Ji Wanmian felt her heart nearly stop.

She deliberately avoided looking again, afraid that all her overflowing affection would burst from her eyes.

Pei Jinyue towel-dried her hair and asked, “Ji Wanmian, do you like me a lot?”

Without hesitation, Ji Wanmian blurted out, “I really, really like you.”

Firm and straightforward.

Since Pei Jinyue had already accepted her, there was no need to hide anymore.

She could barely resist the urge to pull out the thousands of love letters she had written and show them to Pei Jinyue.

To let her see every word and sentence of her love, her pain from years of unrequited feelings, her longing in secret, her helplessness when she had no right to be jealous, her reluctance to call or message, her repeated heartbreaks, and how those shattered pieces of her heart had turned into twisted, tormented words.

Or maybe she could show Pei Jinyue her drawings.

Each one carefully illustrated her beloved’s face. She erased, redrew, adjusted, and refined—just to make the image more beautiful, more perfect, more like Pei Jinyue.

In sleepless nights after work, she’d pick up her brush again and draw Pei Jinyue’s smile from imagination—only then could those lonely nights feel a little less painful.

Just a little longer.

She would wait until Pei Jinyue was in a better mood.

Until the moment Miss Pei decided to give her heart fully—only then would Ji Wanmian reveal all the messy details of her long-term crush.

After hearing her response, Pei Jinyue didn’t say anything more. She just nodded, then dried her hair, changed clothes, and said, “I still have something to do. I’m heading back,” as she walked toward the door.

Ji Wanmian quickly jumped up from the sofa and blocked her way, this time with newfound confidence thanks to her new status. “It’s so late now. Are you sure it’s safe for you to go back alone?”

Pei Jinyue kept walking. “No need to worry about me.”

“I’ll walk you down,” Ji Wanmian insisted.

“No need. You’ll have to come back by yourself.”

Ji Wanmian pressed her lips together. Hearing that, she guessed Pei Jinyue was concerned for her safety walking alone, which made her secretly happy. She knew Pei Jinyue had already made up her mind, so she didn’t argue further.

As Pei Jinyue neared the door, Ji Wanmian scrambled for something to say before she left. “Can I call you in the future? Like… when I miss you.”

Pei Jinyue paused for a second, then shook her head, reaching to open the door.

Seeing this, Ji Wanmian’s face fell. “Why…”

Just before the door closed, she heard Pei Jinyue say—

“If I miss you, I’ll call you.”

The door shut.

Pei Jinyue was gone.

But Ji Wanmian was practically jumping with joy. She covered her mouth, replaying Pei Jinyue’s words over and over in her mind.

The words “I miss you” echoed through her brain. She didn’t care about anything else—those three words were enough to make her heart burst with happiness.

Ji Wanmian stood there, spun around in place, then skipped to the bathroom while humming, still grinning uncontrollably when she looked in the mirror.

Oh gosh, stop smiling.

Nothing to be that happy about, right? It’s just that her years of secret love finally came true, and her beloved agreed to be with her, that’s all.

Totally not a big deal—hahaha…

She was practically laughing out loud.

After her shower, she paced around the apartment. Everything looked better than before.

She looked up at the ceiling—so white.

Looked down at the floor—so clean.

Scanned the furniture—so well arranged.

Went out to the balcony for some cold wind—so fresh.

Glanced at the messy sofa—such artistic chaos.

She bounced over to her desk. Turns out working was so much easier when in a good mood!

She picked up her pen—time to draw!

She had never realized that sketching storyboard drafts could feel this light. It still hurt her hands, brain, and waist as usual, but knowing that if she worked hard enough, made enough money, and stayed in this city, she’d always be close to Pei Jinyue—that made it all worthwhile.

After a while, she realized she still hadn’t eaten.

First, she missed the hand-grab pancake because she bumped into Lu Yu. Then Pei Jinyue showed up, and her emotions were too chaotic to feel hungry. Add in their blushing and heart-racing activities—there was no time to even notice hunger.

Now that she had calmed down through work, the hunger hit her hard.

If she didn’t eat soon, she’d faint.

And if she fainted, she wouldn’t be able to see Pei Jinyue.

Supporting herself on the table, Ji Wanmian stood up and held her growling stomach while rummaging for food.

She searched for snacks—found nothing.

Opened the fridge—completely empty, just like when it was new.

She turned to the soy sauce and vinegar.

Staring at those bottles like a caveman, she wondered: Could drinking these ease my hunger?

Of course not!

She hurriedly left the kitchen, thinking she’d have to go out to buy something. But when she checked her phone, it was already 1 or 2 in the morning.

Too late to go out alone.

Order delivery? Maybe not…

Even picking it up scared her…

She wondered—Was it because she was timid? But maybe as a woman, it was expected—expected to fear the night, to avoid going out, or even ordering food, just to avoid danger that others might blame her for.

And she still didn’t know if Pei Jinyue had gotten home safely…

She collapsed onto the sofa, stomach growling, constantly refreshing her messages.

Just as she was about to text first out of worry—ding!—a message came from Pei Jinyue: “I’m home safe.”

Thank goodness!

Ji Wanmian smiled in relief. She wanted to reply, but kept deleting and rewriting.

She’d typed out a long message—“I’m glad you’re home safe. That makes me feel better. Next time, I’ll walk you downstairs. Just seeing you get in the car is fine. It’s just… winter nights are so cold and dark. Two people might be better…”—and deleted it all.

In the end, she only sent: “Glad you’re home.”

Not to act cool—just worried a long message might overwhelm Pei Jinyue. Simpler was better.

Strangely enough, after getting Pei Jinyue’s message, Ji Wanmian didn’t feel so hungry anymore.

Love is truly food for the soul.

Stretching, she planned to brush her teeth and go to bed—but in her sleepy daze, she accidentally slammed her knee into the coffee table.

Ouch.

She gritted her teeth in pain, bent over, and rubbed her knee.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the table drawer had popped open.

Ji Wanmian remembered—this drawer held all her secret love letters for Pei Jinyue over the years.

She had long forgotten exactly what she’d written.

Since it was already open, she decided to pull out the first letter and take a look.

The moment she opened it, all those tender, innocent memories came rushing back like a video montage, playing out scene by scene before her eyes.