Marrying the Ugly Woman of a Rich and Powerful Family - Chapter 8
Shen Qingyuan stayed up until 3 a.m. the night before reading erotic novels. Before falling asleep, she was light-headed and felt like her soul was about to leave her body.
She hadn’t realized that the original owner, at such a young age, wrote so well; she gained knowledge as well as new positions.
Because she had no classes for the first two periods in the morning and had stayed up late, Shen Qingyuan slowly woke up at eight o’clock.
She sat in front of the vanity, applying a hydrating mask. In fact, most people here have a normal skin tone; it’s the shift in aesthetic standards that causes changes in the function of skincare products, leading to the development of different skin tones.
She specifically found a hydrating mask without skin-darkening effects. After finishing the mask, her face was moist and tender, and the puffiness was significantly reduced.
Shen Qingyuan then went to the walk-in closet, free to choose from the abundance of clothes, as if she were browsing a designer boutique.
She deliberately chose a top without a tie, lest Cang Yan grab it again. Paired with straight-leg jeans and white sneakers, she looked like someone would believe her if she claimed to be only eighteen.
Shen Qingyuan flashed a big smile at the mirror. She had been too rushed yesterday to admire it, but now it seemed this was a life she could never have earned no matter how hard she tried in her previous life.
A loss in one area may be a gain in another.
Shen Qingyuan went downstairs in a good mood, only to find Cang Yan already curled up on the living room sofa, exactly like yesterday.
The thought of having to write a hundred thousand words of erotic fiction instantly made Shen Qingyuan feel deflated, losing her earlier youthful vitality, like a punctured ball.
Cang Yan, however, was wearing formal wear and looked radiant.
“Morning.” Shen Qingyuan mechanically greeted her, dragging her still slightly dizzy head to the dining room to wait for breakfast.
Chinese and Western pastries were served simultaneously. She gobbled down a few pieces of dim sum, then drank a bowl of soy milk. The warmth in her stomach reminded her of the stomachache she had last night from overeating.
In this world, eating is paramount.
No matter what, she had to eat on time.
After Shen Qingyuan was full and satisfied, her young body came back to life.
Youth is indeed wonderful.
Shen Qingyuan said, “I’m going to class.”
As if to express that she had truly turned over a new leaf, Shen Qingyuan specifically showed Cang Yan her class schedule. In truth, she really wanted to have a friendly relationship with Cang Yan.
From Cang Yan’s perspective, she was indeed hateful.
In today’s highly developed internet era, rumors are spread by a mouth, and refuting them requires a marathon. Gossiping netizens have short memories; they are only led by marketing accounts and never take the time to figure out the cause and effect, especially when the subject of the gossip is Cang Yan, the publicly known “ugly woman.”
Purely out of morbid curiosity, the fanfiction depicting Cang Yan as an S would go viral.
But those were all the original owner’s actions. God knows what provoked the original owner to target Cang Yan.
Shen Qingyuan felt very wronged; it was a completely undeserved disaster. But then she remembered that she owed her second life and this luxurious lifestyle to the original owner, and she felt that these were responsibilities she should bear.
At the very least, she shouldn’t complain but should try to change the situation.
Cang Yan saw the puffiness around Shen Qingyuan’s eyes, assumed she was scared and had stayed up all night writing the erotic novel, and felt a mysterious sense of satisfaction. She nodded her noble head and said, “Don’t copy the old ones.”
Her tone was relatively gentle, even with a hint of excitement.
“Don’t worry.” Shen Qingyuan agreed without thinking. She hadn’t written a single word yet, so how could she copy the old ones?
When she stood up, she felt Cang Yan was a little different from yesterday. Taking a closer look, she realized Cang Yan was wearing makeup today. Probably to make it less noticeable, she had only applied a thin layer of foundation, but her complexion looked much rosier, and her eyebrows were meticulously drawn, giving her a slightly heroic look.
This was the aesthetic of her world!
Shen Qingyuan stared blankly at Cang Yan, captivated. She suddenly felt that being dripped with wax wasn’t such a big deal after all.
“What?” Cang Yan’s tone became cold. She didn’t like people’s eyes lingering on her face for too long. She knew they were internally calling her disgusting.
She only wore makeup to look more energized. After all, her skin tone was too pale; trying to darken it would look too unnatural.
Shen Qingyuan snapped back to reality, also realizing her own abruptness. She said, “By the way, before I hand in the erotic novel, I hope we can get along peacefully.”
“Are we not peaceful now? Did I abuse you?” Although Cang Yan’s voice was low, it still carried a hint of coldness.
She had only given Shen Qingyuan a small lesson.
Shen Qingyuan had already put herself in Cang Yan’s shoes and felt that as long as Cang Yan wasn’t excessive—no more wax dripping—everything currently was barely acceptable.
Especially since she had just been seduced by the beauty, she didn’t want to provoke Cang Yan. She immediately shook her head and said, “No, I deserve the abuse.”
Cang Yan: “…”
She felt Shen Qingyuan deserved a beating even more now.
But she didn’t have the mental energy to fool around with Shen Qingyuan. Since she had to go to the company today, she said nonchalantly, “Whatever. As long as you don’t provoke me, I’m not that bored.”
“It’s a deal then.” Shen Qingyuan grinned, her smile innocent.
Cang Yan turned her head away, not giving her a friendly look.
Shen Qingyuan was afraid of being late for class, so she didn’t chat with Cang Yan anymore. She grabbed her phone and left. As she neared the school, Yin Ruyun called. Probably feeling guilty, her voice was somewhat cautious.
“Yuan Yuan?”
“Yes?” Shen Qingyuan was certain that since they could push the original owner into the fire pit, marrying her off to Cang Yan, who was rumored to be short-tempered, ugly, and old, they couldn’t be good parents. Hence, her tone was not pleasant.
“How have you been these two days?” Yin Ruyun asked very discreetly. After all, her daughter was newly married, and asking “how are you” was similar to asking about her life in bed.
Shen Qingyuan thought about the wax dripped on her back, which still hurt when touched. She probably couldn’t sleep comfortably lying on her back for a while. She said, “Not good. Very not good.”
Yin Ruyun immediately became worried, her voice anxious, “Is Cang Yan ill-tempered?”
Shen Qingyuan retorted, “Isn’t that common knowledge?”
Yin Ruyun choked, “Did she hit you?”
Shen Qingyuan stared out the car window: “Yes, she did.”
She would rather Cang Yan hit her than drip wax.
Yin Ruyun was silent for a moment, then said, “Then… did you fight back? Did you hurt Cang Yan? You’re so strong, and Cang Yan looks so frail. Don’t injure her.”
Shen Qingyuan: “…”
Was the original owner so disliked?
Feeling indignant on behalf of the original owner, she said coldly, “Anyway, whether I live or die has nothing to do with you. You didn’t feel the slightest reluctance when forcing your daughter to marry, and now you’re being so hypocritical. What is this nonsense?”
Wasn’t it all for money?
“Yuan Yuan, what nonsense are you talking about? Although your father did initially want you to marry her to solve the company’s urgent problems, you agreed to marry Cang Yan yourself later on.”
Yin Ruyun defended herself in a small voice, then thought that regardless of whether she agreed or not, her daughter’s marriage was a transaction. Her confidence immediately wavered, and she said tearfully, “In short, Mom won’t force you.”
Shen Qingyuan’s pupils dilated in shock again: “…”
What? The original owner actually agreed voluntarily?
Could she have a secret crush on Cang Yan?
Did she write about Cang Yan being an S because she herself was an M?