A Real Heiress Quits (GL) - Chapter 7

In Jianghan was the first to step out of the golden elevator.

Before she could even be stunned by the penthouse’s magnificent decor, she was met by a graceful beauty. In Jianghan’s eyes widened, recalling the first time she had met Yu Xinyue.

When the girl first arrived at the Yin house, she was dusty and dressed like a country bumpkin. Having learned of her identity from the conversations between her uncle and grandmother, In Jianghan was consumed by jealousy. Yet, she maintained a friendly and enthusiastic facade, dragging the girl away to wash up and dress her.

The moment the dust was washed from the girl’s face, even In Jianghan—a fellow girl—felt her heart skip a beat.

Yu Xinyue’s beauty was too sharp: phoenix eyes, red lips, snowy skin. The moisture in her eyes was brilliant and shockingly bright. Fortunately, she possessed such beauty without realizing it.

In Jianghan had deceived the girl, applying gaudy lipstick and exaggerated eyeshadow to mask her natural looks. Seeing Xinyue foolishly look back at her with eyes full of gratitude, In Jianghan felt a sense of immense, delightful revenge.

So what if you’re the biological daughter of the Yin family? Aren’t you still just a soot-faced country bumpkin?

For several years now, Yu Xinyue had remained a “tacky” figure in the minds of the Yin family. In Jianghan had helped her “disguise” herself well. Even if they occasionally saw her without makeup and were briefly stunned, Xinyue’s “unintentional” blunders—most of which were secretly engineered by In Jianghan—would quickly erase any goodwill.

In Jianghan was perfectly satisfied with the current state of affairs. Yu Xinyue was just a tacky bumpkin, a competitor with zero threat. Meanwhile, In Jianghan played the role of the hypocritical “best friend,” able to move the girl to tears of gratitude with just a few sweet words. In front of the Yins, she was the gentle, kind, beautiful, and poised daughter, creating a stark contrast with Xinyue.

In the eyes of outsiders, she was the one who looked like the true heiress of the Yin family. It was perfect.

But… as she looked at the current Yu Xinyue, a flash of panic crossed In Jianghan’s eyes. The bumpkin in her memory seemed to have transformed into a different person. Radiant, breathtakingly bright, and high above.

Impossible. How could this fool know how to dress herself like this?

Yu Xinyue sneered inwardly, yet she donned the mask of a good friend and went to meet her. “Hanhan, you’re here.” Calling her “Hanhan” made Xinyue feel a bit nauseous.

In Jianghan snapped out of it, frowning. “Xinyue, why are you dressed like this?”

Xinyue tilted her head. “Why? Do I not look good?” The young girl was smiling, her eyes shimmering. The black dress made her skin look white as snow; she was beautiful to a fault.

In Jianghan suppressed the jealousy in her heart. “It doesn’t suit you, Xinyue. This doesn’t suit you at all.”

Beautiful dresses don’t suit you. Elegant praise doesn’t suit you. You only belong in the dirt, acting as a foil for me—a country bumpkin for me to step on. Dark thoughts flashed through her mind.

In Jianghan reached out, wanting to take the girl’s hand in a display of “sisterly love.” She never expected that the moment her hand extended, it would be slapped away heavily. Her skin stung, quickly turning red. In Jianghan stood there dazed, unable to process for a long while that this girl, who had always been submissive and satisfied with the smallest kindness, would slap her hand away so mercilessly.

“Pfft.”

In Jianghan followed the sound of the light laugh. A woman sat leaning against the sofa, looking down as she sipped red wine. Her long lashes cast faint shadows on her porcelain-white face. Her posture was noble and poised, carrying the refined air of someone raised in extreme luxury.

As if sensing In Jianghan’s gaze, the woman turned her head slightly. Her pitch-black pupils were veiled as if by clouds, making her impossible to read. The city neon lights glowed behind her like a sea of stars. She sat amidst that galaxy and gave a slight nod.

She was heart-stoppingly beautiful and cold to the point of being inhuman. In Jianghan assumed the laugh she heard was an illusion; she stood there with a burning face, not even daring to breathe too loudly for fear of disturbing this “celestial” being.

Yu Xinyue bypassed In Jianghan and walked toward the man behind her, looking up at him. “Uncle.”

Yin Hongfei had star-like eyes and sword-like brows, with phoenix eyes and thin lips. He was handsome, though a bit harshly so. He looked at the beautiful girl before him who seemed to have changed into someone else. A flash of surprise crossed his face, followed by his usual cold expression. “So you still know how to call home?”

Xinyue’s eyes gradually reddened, her delicate face clouding with sorrow. Without the messy makeup to hide her, her beauty was displayed without reservation. As she lowered her head and sobbed, she looked so pitiable and moving that anyone’s heart would soften.

Yin Hongfei’s heart softened too, assuming the child was feeling regret. It made sense; she was just an unfinished child who had lost her way in a strange city on a rainy day. Who knew how much fear she had felt?

He didn’t expect the girl to sniffle and ask in a soft, waxy voice, “Where is my Aunt?”

Yin Hongfei’s heart stalled. I’ve spent all day looking for you in the rain, worried sick, and you—you heartless thing—only remember your Aunt?

Yu Xinyue lowered her head, her small hands tightly clutching her shawl. The faint fragrance from the garment drifted into her nose, bringing her an inexplicable sense of peace—it was Qin Qing’s scent. She stole a glance back; Qin Qing was watching her with a look of slight worry.

For some reason, a very soft, tender feeling flooded Xinyue’s heart. It was like a sudden breeze rippling the surface of a spring lake. She shook off the sudden surge of sadness and looked up at Yin Hongfei again. Her tear-stained eyes were as bright as stars, filled with unwavering determination—

“I want to see Aunt!”

Yin Hongfei: “…” Heartless.

One couldn’t blame Yu Xinyue for losing her composure; the mere thought of seeing Ji Zhaohua again made her heart tremble. Ji Zhaohua was her aunt, currently newly married to Yin Hongfei. Contrary to the favoritism of the other Yins, she was more interested in the seemingly “useless” Yu Xinyue, doting on her to the point that Yin Hongfei was often jealous.

Under Ji Zhaohua’s efforts, Yu Xinyue had almost gained the family’s acceptance. Almost. Unfortunately, all those efforts vanished when she died in childbirth, leaving Xinyue’s situation even bleaker than before.

Aunt… Xinyue murmured in her heart. Her only sin in her previous life, her only regret.

“She went back to her parents’ house,” Yin Hongfei replied grumpily.

Xinyue suddenly remembered that at this point in time, her uncle and aunt weren’t as inseparable as they would later become. In her memory, Yin Hongfei was a “wife-doting maniac,” but she had forgotten that before the doting came a “crematorium” of chasing her back.

Yin Hongfei and Ji Zhaohua had met through an arranged blind date set by their parents. This semi-forced marriage made the proud Young Master Yin treat his wife poorly at first. However, Ji Zhaohua didn’t particularly care about him either. Soon enough, Yin Hongfei was subconsciously won over by his beautiful and sweet wife, falling head over heels in love. Yet, because of his earlier “death-seeking” behavior, her impression of him was terrible. It took him a great deal of effort to win her heart later on.

Right now was exactly when Yin Hongfei was in the middle of his “death-seeking” phase.

Yu Xinyue thought to herself: To stop the tragedy of my previous life, I must prevent Aunt’s death in childbirth. Fundamentally, the best way is to let Ji Zhaohua and Yin Hongfei end this marriage of convenience. After all, if she doesn’t get pregnant, she won’t die in childbirth.

Besides, did Yin Hongfei deserve to have Ji Zhaohua bear his children? He did not!

Having harbored resentment against the Yin family, Xinyue found this version of Yin Hongfei particularly unpleasant. People say it’s better to destroy ten temples than one marriage, but she hadn’t expected that her first thought upon returning to the past would be how to tear two marriages apart.

Yin Hongfei had no idea that this little girl with the lowered head and teary eyes didn’t have a single thought for him; instead, she was seriously considering how to instigate his wife to dump him.