Marrying the Ugly Woman of a Rich and Powerful Family - Chapter 24
Shen Qingyuan’s “hugging the thigh” was literal. It was sudden and unexpected. Cang Yan looked at Shen Qingyuan, who was clinging to her trouser leg, with a complicated expression. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and a faint blush secretly crept up behind her ears.
Shen Qingyuan was face-down on her most sensitive spot.
Cang Yan shook her leg and said, “Get up quickly!”
Shen Qingyuan repeated, “Rich lady, food, food, hungry, hungry.”
Cang Yan could feel Shen Qingyuan’s breath and immediately flushed crimson. She raised her hand and forcefully pushed her head. She expected a resistance, but with one push, Shen Qingyuan toppled over.
Cang Yan: “…”
Shen Qingyuan fell backward onto the floor.
Cang Yan secretly took a deep breath, easing the unnatural flush on her face. Worried that Shen Qingyuan might have hurt herself, she looked up, only to see her with an intoxicated expression, saying, “It smells so good.”
Cang Yan: “…”
She stamped her foot in frustration and said coldly, “You won’t get any gift you asked for.”
Shen Qingyuan immediately came back to her senses and said, “I was wrong.”
The moment she thought of “hugging the thigh,” her legs really went soft, and she instantly squatted down and hugged Cang Yan’s thigh.
That posture happened to bury her head near Cang Yan’s lower abdomen, and she immediately caught a hint of faint fragrance. Shen Qingyuan realized the scent from Cang Yan’s hair and her body were different. She was somewhat addicted to that secluded, cool fragrance.
Cang Yan raised her hand to brush the wrinkles on her trouser leg. The feeling of being hugged made her very uncomfortable, so she could only mask her discomfort with anger. She said, “If you ever put your hands on me again, I’ll sue you for sexual harassment.”
Shen Qingyuan’s face was slightly red with embarrassment, and she tried her best to defend herself, saying, “I really just wanted to hug your thigh.”
Cang Yan fumed, “Is that what you were hugging a thigh?!”
Her face was practically pressed against my belly, and she still said, ‘It smells so good.’
How shameless!
“I won’t dare next time.”
Shen Qingyuan supported herself with one hand, stood up swiftly, and clasped her hands behind her back to shift the awkwardness. Looking at the broken phones with various cracks covering their screens, she asked uncertainly, “Are you really planning to give me a broken phone as a gift?”
Cang Yan’s lingering anger hadn’t faded. She said, “It’s the condition you set yourself. Take it or leave it!”
Shen Qingyuan regretted not being direct just now and playing games with Cang Yan. Getting rich overnight was truly a myth.
She said, “I didn’t expect you to give me these. Who knew you would hoard so many phones.”
“What did you originally want?” To avoid looking up to talk to Shen Qingyuan, Cang Yan walked directly to the soft leather sofa in the rest area and sat down, keeping her distance from Shen Qingyuan.
She wanted Shen Qingyuan to stop standing there like an eyesore, like a utility pole. Chatting with her neck craned was too tiring, but she didn’t want to admit she was short. Her tone was testy and unpleasant.
Shen Qingyuan saw Cang Yan sitting with her legs crossed. Her legs were slender and long. Although Cang Yan was not tall, her body proportions were excellent. Her upper right foot swung back and forth, tapping a beat, revealing her fair, delicate ankle.
Shen Qingyuan was slightly distracted and said honestly, “Money.”
She realized she had been distracted too many times recently.
“Tacky,” Cang Yan had never worried about money and naturally didn’t think money was the thing she had the most of. Instead, she felt these phones had more commemorative and collection value.
Although they were broken out of anger, they showed that she used to be moody and bad-tempered. That’s why Cang Yan had never shown her “dark history” to outsiders.
Now, she brought Shen Qingyuan to see her dark history, and Shen Qingyuan was openly disgusted by her broken phones. She should know that every one of those phones was the latest model at the time.
In her previous life, Shen Qingyuan was just a tool for making money. In this life, she was clearly not yet the age to need to make money, and her family background was decent, but the thought that the money wasn’t her own made her anxious.
She said, “I’m a common person; I only like money.”
“Are you very short on money now?” Cang Yan’s swinging foot stopped. If Shen Qingyuan was genuinely short on money, she wouldn’t mind providing help.
Shen Qingyuan said earnestly, “Yes, I am. You can never have too much money.”
Cang Yan: “…” Just forget I ever thought about it.
Shen Qingyuan looked at the time and serial number of each smashed phone and found something very noteworthy.
“Since I arrived, you’ve only smashed three phones. Doesn’t this mean I can help you reduce your anger? Help you cultivate your character.”
Cang Yan used to smash four phones in her best-tempered month, and it had been more than a month since Shen Qingyuan transmigrated, yet only three phones were smashed.
“You’re overthinking. You make me angry every day,” Cang Yan felt she was on the verge of myocardial infarction from anger every day and wondered where Shen Qingyuan got the nerve to say she reduced her anger.
Shen Qingyuan habitually wanted to pull out her notebook to do a simple data analysis.
She found that the number of phones Cang Yan smashed over the years followed a general normal distribution with age. When she was young, she likely had fewer phones to play with, and as she got older, she learned to curb her temper. Her adolescence was like a fiery dragon constantly spitting fire. She was lost in thought and said, “That shouldn’t be my problem. Everyone likes me.”
Cang Yan heard this and raged, “Yes, it’s my problem.”
It’s clearly Shen Qingyuan who makes her angry every time.
And now she’s blaming me.
Shen Qingyuan immediately threw those statistics out of her mind and appeased her, saying, “Don’t be angry, don’t be angry. Look at these phones; it would be a waste if you got angry again and smashed more.”
Cang Yan snorted, “What gift do you want, exactly?”
Shen Qingyuan no longer had the mind to ask for a gift, afraid that Cang Yan would get angry again. She said, “My phone is getting a bit laggy anyway, so just give me a new one.”
Cang Yan’s expression was neutral. She said, “Fine.”
The villa’s basement also had a storage room, a home theater, and a billiards room. In short, it was almost entirely dedicated to entertainment.
Shen Qingyuan had been living there obediently for over a month and had not discovered any of these treasures.
Cang Yan saw the sparkle in Shen Qingyuan’s eyes and warned, “You’re not allowed in without my permission.”
Shen Qingyuan agreed obediently, “Okay.”
Shen Qingyuan thought Cang Yan would have a dedicated room for new phones, but she led her to her bedroom.
There was only a walk-in closet separating their two bedrooms, but Shen Qingyuan had only been to the entrance of Cang Yan’s bedroom before. This was the first time she had stepped inside.
Shen Qingyuan was secretly delighted.
The bedroom is the most reflective of a person’s personality, and it also has an extreme sense of privacy.
Cang Yan’s bedroom gave an immediate impression of being comfortable and bright.
The off-white walls, light green sofa, and spacious work area were all different from the bedroom she was staying in.
Before coming, Shen Qingyuan had expected the layouts to be identical. Two ancient paintings were hanging on the wall. She knew without looking that they were originals and said, “It looks very sophisticated.”
Cang Yan said with a hint of pride, “They were all arranged by a feng shui master.”
Shen Qingyuan was surprised by this answer and said, “You actually believe in feudal superstition?”
“I don’t believe it, but my parents are starting to,” Cang Yan said, annoyed. I was clearly made to jump up and down from anger by Shen Qingyuan, yet my parents say I’ve become more spirited because of Shen Qingyuan and want to thank Master Qiu properly.
Cang Yan knew that feng shui was an ancient and profound form of metaphysics, and she hadn’t raised any objections when the room was decorated, but attributing her improved vitality to Shen Qingyuan was utterly ridiculous.
If it were anyone else, they would probably be fighting by now.
She said, “Do you know why I had to marry you?”
Shen Qingyuan really didn’t know and said tentatively, “To retaliate against me for writing fanfiction about you?”
“That’s part of it. The main reason is that my parents think your birth date aligns with mine. You’re healthy and resistant to stress, and you can absorb my illness—in other words, you were brought here to ward off bad luck,” Cang Yan deliberately made it sound a bit scary.
Even Shen Qingyuan, a firm believer in Marxist materialism, had to show surprise at this moment and say, “I’m just a tool?”
Cang Yan sneered and countered, “Otherwise?”
Shen Qingyuan asked, “Do you feel better physically?”
“Better… Whether I’m better or not is none of your business.” Cang Yan pointed to a brand-new packaged phone on the table. “These are all the latest models. Pick one.”
Shen Qingyuan immediately chose the exact same model as Cang Yan’s. She originally thought the one Cang Yan was using must be the best quality, but then she realized it looked like a matching pair. Cang Yan also stared at that phone with an indescribable complexity in her eyes.
Shen Qingyuan transferred all the data from her old phone.
Cang Yan watched from the side and suddenly asked, “Who is ‘Petty Firecracker Sprite’?”
Shen Qingyuan felt a pang of guilt. She didn’t know if Cang Yan had seen the number clearly, but she definitely couldn’t admit it. She immediately made up a story and said, “It’s my younger sister, that giggling Shen Songsong. She’s too petty and gets angry easily, like a firecracker. But calling her ‘Firecracker Sprite’ is too vulgar, so I called her ‘Firecracker Sprite’.”
“Oh, so you’re my ‘Big Sister’?” Cang Yan said with a dark expression.
She had clearly seen that the phone number was hers.
Shen Qingyuan quickly offered an ingratiating smile and said, “It’s just a note. Don’t make a big deal out of it. Getting angry hurts your liver and harmony.”
Cang Yan didn’t say anything. She silently pulled out her phone, changed the name “Shen Qingyuan” in her contacts to “Yellow Trash Collection Station,” and showed it to Shen Qingyuan.
Shen Qingyuan: “…”
On Monday, Shen Qingyuan went to school happily with her new phone. Being a student had one drawback: anxiety on Mondays. Meanwhile, Cang Yan woke up at six, come rain or shine.
Shen Qingyuan thought that if she were Cang Yan, she would just coast through life, never getting up so early.
Shen Qingyuan went to the library in the morning and returned to the dormitory at noon to prepare for class when Li Xinyan suddenly let out a sound of surprise.
Li Xinyan said, “Qingyuan, you changed your phone?”
Shen Qingyuan said, “Yes.”
Li Xinyan said, “Didn’t this model just have a pre-sale? It hasn’t officially gone on sale yet, has it? And the price is over five figures. You are so rich.”
“Really? I didn’t know. I just picked one randomly,” Shen Qingyuan modestly showed off a little. When the midterm results came out, everyone was surprised she wasn’t at the bottom, especially Tang Zhijing, who kept staring at her with gnashing teeth.
Fortunately, not many people in college cared about rankings. Most people felt that passing was cause for celebration.
Shen Qingyuan was actually a bit nervous, afraid of getting bad grades. She had stayed in school all her previous life and still had a student mentality, not wanting to fail.
Luckily, she passed all the midterm subjects.
Shen Qingyuan still bought a small cake before going home.
Cang Yan’s eyes lit up when she saw the small cake.
Shen Qingyuan took out a plate, served it nicely, and handed it to her, asking curiously, “Haven’t you eaten yet today?”
Cang Yan took it and sniffed it, saying, “No appetite.”
Although Shen Qingyuan’s method worked, eating irregularly was bad for her stomach. Shen Qingyuan then felt this matter was tricky and said, “You don’t have anorexia, do you?”
Cang Yan ate the cake and said, “Mild anorexia, it’s fine.”
Shen Qingyuan, however, felt this was a big deal. She took out her phone, ready to look up information on the subject, but then she received a message from Mo Ze.
Mo Ze had been looking for her these past few days. He was probably genuinely short on money. Seeing that she wasn’t interested, he cut a zero off the price, saying he would give her the video for only 100,000. After still receiving no answer, he started personally attacking her.
[Shen Qingyuan, are you an idiot? Zhou Chuan pushed you into the water, and you still talk about old friendship! I told you before you were a good-for-nothing, a pushover! You didn’t believe it, and now you’re being bullied, and you still look scared.]
Shen Qingyuan: “…”
She now knew who had been suppressing the original host.
She also knew why the original host had beaten up Mo Ze.
This Mo Ze was rumored to have a good reputation at school, always presenting himself as gentle and refined, but whenever he dealt with the original host, it was all swearing and suppression, truly a collapse of his persona. Now, Shen Qingyuan had become the one being suppressed.
Shen Qingyuan continued to be a pushover, saying: [I don’t have money.]
Mo Ze: [Doesn’t Cang Yan have money?]
Shen Qingyuan glanced at Cang Yan: [She won’t give it to me.]
Cang Yan gestured with her eyes, asking what was wrong. Shen Qingyuan turned her entire chat history over to her and said, “This Mo Ze really thinks I’m stupid. If I had money, I would…”
She stopped herself in time.
Cang Yan slowly ate her cake. She was in a good mood whenever she ate cake and was pleasant to Shen Qingyuan, asking curiously, “If you had money, what would you do?”
Shen Qingyuan was adaptable and immediately chickened out, saying, “I won’t say it. I’m afraid you’ll get angry.”
Cang Yan was more interested now and said, “I promise I won’t get angry.”
Shen Qingyuan stated directly, “Your promise doesn’t count.”
Cang Yan’s interest was piqued. She said, “I really won’t get angry. Also, you’d better speak now while I’m in a good mood, or I’ll make sure you can’t say anything later.”
Shen Qingyuan had no choice but to tell the truth.
“If I had money, I would keep you as my mistress. I would be the sugar daddy. When I’m happy, you’re my sweetheart, my darling, and when I’m unhappy, I’ll use a steel wool scrubber on you, rich lady.”
“You definitely won’t be angry, right, Big Sister?”
Cang Yan choked on a mouthful of cake: “…”
She’s asking for a revolt.