Marrying the Ugly Woman of a Rich and Powerful Family - Chapter 7

The last time Cang Yan felt this comfortable was when the company finally mastered all the core technology and was no longer constrained by others. Other than that, she seemed to have no happy events, and she was always wrapped in negative emotions both in work and life.

Cang Yan lowered her eyebrows, suppressing the feeling of secret pleasure. She remembered she hadn’t stipulated the time yet and said with an air of nonchalance: “Two weeks from now, post it on your Weibo, and then we’ll see the repost count.”

Shen Qingyuan snapped back to reality and tried to reason with Cang Yan, saying, “This isn’t good, is it? Although I was young and reckless and wrote nonsense about you online before, everyone knows it was a rumor. Now that I’m married to you, if I write that I’m an M, wouldn’t that confirm that you are really an S?”

Cang Yan raised her eyes and glanced at Shen Qingyuan. She thought Shen Qingyuan would be furious, but unexpectedly, she could calm down and seriously discuss the pros and cons with her.

In her impression, Shen Qingyuan should have been a bad girl, forming gangs in high school and missing classes and exams in college.

From the looks of it now, Shen Qingyuan was somewhat surprising her.

“Can’t I really be an S?” Cang Yan raised her hand and touched the wooden box on the table used to hold antiques. “There’s a fresh four-piece set in here. Do you need to verify it?”

Her tone was cold, and her eyes were contemptuous.

“…” Shen Qingyuan immediately felt a chill run down her spine.

She didn’t know why she was afraid. In terms of physical strength, Cang Yan couldn’t beat her. The last time she was dripped with wax was an accident, purely because she was lured by beauty and let down her guard.

Cang Yan had been affected by the strange aesthetics of this world for a long time and often received abuse. It wouldn’t be surprising even if she were truly psychologically abnormal and had S tendencies.

Shen Qingyuan stared at the wooden box with its intricate carvings, which looked quite valuable. She didn’t dare to verify if it contained a four-piece set, nor did she dare to rashly accept the condition of writing erotic fan fiction.

Cang Yan wanted her to write 100,000 words in half a month. Even if she was a typewriter in her past life, she couldn’t write that much.

“I can’t write it,” Shen Qingyuan swallowed. She hadn’t eaten all day, and her stomach was already starting to protest.

She hadn’t been this hungry in a long time.

Cang Yan raised an eyebrow and teased, “You think I’ll believe you?”

Since the fan fiction incident, Cang Yan had read the fan fiction Shen Qingyuan wrote. Shen Qingyuan’s writing wasn’t excellent, but she had many plot devices and portrayed Cang Yan as very venomous.

In the story, when Cang Yan was an S, she was vicious and used foul language.

In reality, some people have mild S.M. tendencies, but that is only a lubricant for emotional life. As long as it doesn’t affect others, it is unblamable. But Shen Qingyuan wrote as if she had a vendetta against her, portraying her as a leader in the BDSM community.

Cang Yan felt nauseous remembering those written descriptions.

She had once suspected that Shen Qingyuan hated the rich, and specifically hated her. Now Shen Qingyuan was saying she couldn’t write it?

She would be a fool to believe her.

Shen Qingyuan suppressed the hunger in her stomach and frantically blinked at Cang Yan, indicating that she really couldn’t write it.

That was all written by the original owner; it had nothing to do with her.

To show sincerity, Shen Qingyuan raised her hand and fiercely pinched her thigh. The pain made her voice a little choked with tears. She said, “I have laid down my pen and turned over a new leaf. I’m preparing to study hard. I just borrowed a pile of books from the library. Sister Cang, please be the adult and forgive my childish mistake.”

The sincere tone and regretful expression looked exactly like a student who knew they had caused a disaster and was helpless.

Cang Yan shivered slightly, only thinking that Shen Qingyuan was incredibly affected. She said with a serious expression, declaring: “I am not joking, Shen Qingyuan. Spreading rumors is against the law. When you slandered me and used me to gain attention, you should have been prepared to be caught. Don’t think that just because you are a student and pretend to be pitiful now, I will spare you.”

“Also, don’t call me ‘Sister.’ I told you, I have a phobia of germs.”

Shen Qingyuan drooped her eyes, wanting to say she was thirty in her past life.

It was uncertain who should call whom “Sister.”

What Cang Yan saw, however, was Shen Qingyuan’s face drooping in disappointment. Just when she thought Shen Qingyuan would continue to argue, she heard her say: “I want to eat.”

Cang Yan subconsciously responded, “What?”

Shen Qingyuan looked up at Cang Yan, no longer continuing the topic of writing fan fiction, and said pitifully, “I haven’t eaten since last night until now. I’m almost fainting from hunger.”

“…” Cang Yan suddenly felt like they had been talking past each other. She had been talking for a long time, thinking Shen Qingyuan would have some profound realization, but it was just that she was hungry?

The generation gap was too severe.

Cang Yan saw that Shen Qingyuan was weak and didn’t seem to be faking it, so she asked Aunt Cai to prepare the meal in advance.

Cang Yan usually ate delicately. While others gorged themselves, eating became troublesome for her. Seeing Shen Qingyuan shoveling food into her mouth without any regard for her image, seemingly enjoying it very much, Cang Yan couldn’t help but look twice.

From birth until now, she had almost always eaten supplements and medicinal cuisine, which she disliked, leading to mild anorexia. Eating was merely to replenish the energy needed for life.

And Shen Qingyuan seemed to be eating happily?

Shen Qingyuan was full and quickly regained her strength.

In her past life, she spent most of her time at school, often eating in the cafeteria with students, occasionally ordering takeout. On weekends or holidays, she would also cook to treat herself.

But it had been a long time since she had home-cooked food. Although these dishes looked light and the cooking methods were simple, the taste was superb, especially the steamed abalone, which tasted exceptionally delicious.

Shen Qingyuan was already starting to worry about her figure.

If she continued to eat like this, she might quickly lose her definition.

Shen Qingyuan served herself another bowl of rice. As she ate, her brows suddenly furrowed, and she stared directly at Cang Yan.

Cang Yan always kept silent while eating. Being stared at like this, she felt uncomfortable and asked, “What is it?”

Shen Qingyuan said with a bitter face: “I ate too much. My stomach hurts.”

Cang Yan’s mood inexplicably brightened. She continued to chew and swallow slowly, and said lightly, “As long as you don’t die.”

Shen Qingyuan huddled in the solid wood chair, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

Cang Yan sat leisurely across from her, watching the show as she ate her dessert. The strawberry cheesecake was rich in aroma and thick in texture, not greasy at all. This was Cang Yan’s favorite dessert.

Shen Qingyuan’s stomach cramped. Having not eaten all day and then suddenly overeating, the pain was unbearable. Her face was pale, as if all color had been drained.

Cang Yan stared at her for a while, then suddenly stood up.

She was wearing oversized cotton slippers and sky-blue home clothes. Because she was too thin, she looked tiny.

Shen Qingyuan thought Cang Yan had suddenly developed a conscience and was going to get her medicine. Just as she was about to be moved, she heard Cang Yan say, “Remember to write a full 100,000 words. Be sure to use your name to tell everyone that Shen Qingyuan is a masochist, and it must have details. Not a single word less.”

Shen Qingyuan: “…”

It was all for naught.

Cang Yan’s footsteps gradually faded away. Shen Qingyuan was hurting so badly she almost curled up. Just as she was about to stand up and move around to aid digestion, a glass of water suddenly appeared in front of her.

Cang Yan set down the medicine and said blandly, “Digestive tablets and stomach medicine. Read the instructions yourself and take them.”

Then the slender figure left again.

Shen Qingyuan felt much better after taking the medicine.

She must take good care of her health and eat on time.

She was still young, and everything was still possible.

After Cang Yan left, the entire floor felt empty. Shen Qingyuan was used to living in small places and only felt that it was too spacious and her back felt cold. She quickly went upstairs back to the bedroom.

Shen Qingyuan was distressed. Does she really have to write erotic fan fiction? Would anyone actually be aroused by what she writes?

Shen Qingyuan seriously researched for a long time. Although she had deleted the Weibo post, the article had been reposted by others. Some people, worried about it being censored, took long screenshots. One part described Cang Yan wearing black leather clothing with revealing cuts, holding a leather whip, and the slave kneeling on the ground calling her Queen.

Ugh…

Shen Qingyuan couldn’t help but shiver as she read it. What kind of old-school domination story is this? She couldn’t write it, and Cang Yan’s frail appearance didn’t look like she could be a Queen either.

The original owner must have been blindly fantasizing. She didn’t know why the original owner insisted on provoking Cang Yan. Thinking of the original owner, Shen Qingyuan thought of Zhou Chuan. She always felt that the original owner’s death was suspicious.

But these were just her instincts.

Shen Qingyuan searched for the erotic fan fiction the original owner had written. It was still in long screenshots. Since Cang Yan had read the original owner’s fan fiction, it meant she had an impression of the original owner’s writing style.

She had to carefully study it to avoid any mistakes.

As a result of this research, Shen Qingyuan almost lost herself.

She simply couldn’t stop reading the erotic fan fiction.

After dinner, Cang Yan took the elevator directly to the gym on the third floor. The gym had a complete set of equipment, but unfortunately, few of them were usable. Cang Yan changed her clothes, got on the treadmill, and after walking quickly for ten minutes, she felt weak in her limbs and started to sweat.

She lay on the yoga mat, suppressing the disgust in her heart, and opened the fan fiction where Shen Qingyuan wrote that she was an S. The character of Cang Yan in it always wore leather clothes, forcing people to kneel and call her Queen.

It seemed that only in this setting was she healthy.

And she was seemingly never tired, constantly tormenting people, full of energy.

If only she could really be like this, Cang Yan realized what she was thinking, irritably turned off her phone, just as her mother, Wen Jinshu, called to ask about the situation.

“Yanyan.”

“I’m at the gym.”

Wen Jinshu said with a pleasant surprise: “You’re so energetic today? It seems Master Qiu’s words were indeed effective. That Shen Qingyuan’s birth chart matches yours and can really absorb your illness. Yanyan, she is young, don’t bully her too much. Give her some slack, and don’t listen to what those people online say about an old cow grazing on young grass. If you feel it’s right, then go ahead and…”

Go ahead and eat, it’s not like she couldn’t afford to.

Cang Yan didn’t wait for her to finish and interjected: “That won’t happen. Even if I were an old cow, I would absolutely not graze on that young grass, Shen Qingyuan.”