Marrying the Ugly Woman of a Rich and Powerful Family - Chapter 14
After Cang Yan left, Shen Qingyuan decided to delete her Weibo posts.
The original owner’s past Weibo posts didn’t openly insult Cang Yan; most were just daily musings.
For example: Going to play billiards today, not coding words; going to rewatch a wuxia drama tomorrow, no update. Clearly, writing fanfiction and erotic novels were merely a form of pastime, a hobby.
After some thought, Shen Qingyuan decided not to delete all of the original owner’s Weibo posts. She kept the one she had personally posted about studying hard and turning over a new leaf, setting all the others to visible only to herself.
The original owner was already deceased.
She would consider it preserving the traces she had left behind.
Shen Qingyuan was utterly exhausted after finishing and fell asleep instantly.
In a daze, she dreamed that a topic launched by an unknown media outlet, #ShenQingyuanHasAnUglyFetish#, quietly climbed the local hot topics.
The video of Shen Qingyuan being interviewed was released. It even sensationalized her and Cang Yan as a match made in heaven, urging them not to separate and not to harm others, as if they had committed murder and arson. The tiny minority of rational comments were drowned out by the brainless netizens’ comment army.
“When asked if Cang Yan would be voted first, Shen Qingyuan dodged the question. Ugly fetish confirmed.”
“That handsome reporter guy, she actually said he was ugly enough to form a group and debut! Good heavens!”
“Is this really not a publicity stunt? Truly ruthless for money. But, I also love Cang Yan’s money.”
Shen Qingyuan: “…”
She groggily woke up, wanting to see which idiot had concocted this news and how they had directly confirmed her as having an ugly fetish.
The result… was a dream.
Just then, someone knocked on her door.
Shen Qingyuan hastily smoothed her frizzled hair and opened the door. Cang Yan stood there, arms crossed, and asked directly, “Were your parents behind this?”
She had already watched the interview video.
Shen Qingyuan’s good behavior these past two days gave her the false impression that Shen Qingyuan had genuinely reformed. Shen Qingyuan was the person who wrote the malicious fanfiction, yet now she was confronting the reporter and defending her.
Although she had intercepted the video, Cang Yan was still surprised when she saw it. This was completely unlike Shen Qingyuan’s character.
Speaking of Shen Qingyuan’s character, she found that the Shen Qingyuan in front of her seemed different from the person she had investigated.
It’s hard to change one’s nature.
Unless everything now was taught to her by her parents.
Shen Qingyuan had just woken up, her mind was unclear, and she found Cang Yan’s words senseless. She asked confusedly, “What do you mean?”
Cang Yan thrust her phone toward Shen Qingyuan’s eyes. Due to the height difference, her hand was held a bit high, and she lifted her chin, saying, “Like in the video, they instructed you to defend me, attempting to steer public opinion toward the ‘ugly fetish’ narrative.”
Shen Qingyuan has an ugly fetish, and she happens to be ugly.
Shen Qingyuan focused her eyes, understood the situation, raised a finger to point at herself, then at the video, and asked, “You think my parents told me to say I have an ugly fetish? To curry favor with you?”
Cang Yan neither confirmed nor denied it. Otherwise, it was hard to explain why Shen Qingyuan’s personality had changed so drastically and why she suddenly started studying hard.
Shen Qingyuan moved Cang Yan’s phone away and explained with a look of exasperation, “Come on, I don’t have an ugly fetish, and you are not ugly. The reason I defended you in that video is that we reached an aesthetic consensus.”
Reached an aesthetic consensus?
The idea that “Aesthetics have no standard, only consensus” was put forward in the book The Aesthetics of the Times.
Cang Yan said with a hint of sarcasm, “Are you suggesting that you don’t think I’m ugly?”
This was preposterous, absurd.
“The first day I saw you, I said you were beautiful.” Shen Qingyuan was extremely helpless, bringing up the past: “It was you who didn’t believe me, insisting on sitting on my waist and dripping wax on me.”
As she spoke, she grew aggrieved.
She genuinely thought Cang Yan was beautiful.
Yet Cang Yan abused her.
Cang Yan gave the inexplicably aggrieved Shen Qingyuan a strange look. She retrieved her phone, manipulated it, and handed it to Shen Qingyuan again: “Then what is written here?”
Shen Qingyuan stretched her neck to look. It was the fanfiction written by the original owner. Cang Yan had actually downloaded and saved the document.
“Young and ignorant, young and ignorant! I already said it was youthful ignorance! I’m already demonstrating my reform through action, why are you still dwelling on this so much?” Shen Qingyuan was on the verge of shouting.
She had just climbed out of bed, her hair still messy, like an agitated lion.
Cang Yan retreated two steps and said, “Because you are untrustworthy.”
Shen Qingyuan looked utterly speechless: “Do you have a persecution complex? Just because I don’t dislike your looks, you think I have an ulterior motive?”
“…” Cang Yan didn’t have a persecution complex, but she was wary of anyone who suddenly approached her, assuming they had an ulterior motive, unless their purpose was explicitly laid out.
When others were mean to her, she found them detestable, but everyone was like that, and she was used to it. But if someone was nice to her, she would feel they had bad intentions.
And someone like Shen Qingyuan, who was blackening her name before but now suddenly claimed to have reached an aesthetic consensus with her, sounded strange no matter how you looked at it. She wasn’t a three-year-old child, that easily fooled.
Cang Yan glanced at the messy bed. She sat down on the recliner nearby, staring intently at Shen Qingyuan. She was determined to know why Shen Qingyuan was helping her.
Seeing that she couldn’t escape and couldn’t explain clearly, Shen Qingyuan had a flash of inspiration and said, “Alright, I confess.”
Cang Yan nodded her chin, signaling her to continue.
Shen Qingyuan adopted a dramatic persona. After a moment of酝酿, her eyes turned red. She said, “Since you even know my three-measurements, you should also know that Shen Tongtao is not my biological father. My half-sister, Shen Songsong, is darker and prettier than me, and she mocks me every day. That’s why I have psychological issues.”
Cang Yan nodded. The information she had checked was indeed like this. Whether she had psychological problems or not, she wasn’t sure, but being able to write her as a pervert suggested something was wrong.
“I’m actually very self-conscious, and my aesthetic sense is different from others. That’s why I wrote fanfiction about you. Otherwise, with so many people in the world, why would I have to write about you? It’s precisely because you are special, you are different.”
Shen Qingyuan had no idea why the original owner wrote fanfiction about Cang Yan, but the original owner was already deceased. Since she was taking the blame, she could make up any reason.
Cang Yan mumbled, “Different aesthetic?”
“It’s a niche aesthetic. Doesn’t everyone say she is the most beautiful?” Shen Qingyuan pulled out her phone and searched for a model from a certain fashion magazine.
That model was nearly 1.8 meters tall, had a great figure, perfect muscle definition, dark and shiny skin, coarse features, thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose bridge, and full lips—a publicly recognized beauty.
Cang Yan admitted, “She is indeed beautiful.”
Next to this model, she felt like a dwarf.
Shen Qingyuan changed the subject: “But I think looking like you is the most beautiful.”
A slender figure, fair skin, and delicate features, as if meticulously crafted by the Goddess Nuwa. And ordinary people like her were just stamped out using a standard mold.
Cang Yan: “???”
She suppressed the surprise in her eyes: “You think I’ll believe your nonsense?”
Shen Qingyuan wore an expression that said I knew you’d have that reaction and said, “I knew all along that you wouldn’t believe me, so I just randomly wrote that you were an S. See? You’re paying attention to me now, aren’t you? You even married me and brought me home.”
She was a logical genius.
Cang Yan: “…”
She couldn’t refute that.