A Real Heiress Quits (GL) - Chapter 8

Yin Hongfei strode forward with his long legs and stood before Qin Qing. “Thank you for looking after my niece.”

Qin Qing replied, “You’re welcome.”

She was polite but detached.

Yin Hongfei didn’t know Qin Qing’s identity, but judging by her attire and bearing, he guessed she was someone of significant status. He felt curious—how had Yu Xinyue run into Qin Qing? It seemed Qin Qing actually quite liked her.

Yu Xinyue skipped over, her steps light. Her flowing dress fluttered like a butterfly’s wings; she looked as if she were dancing even while walking.

“Sister, I’m leaving now.”

Qin Qing looked at her. “Don’t run around recklessly in the future.”

Xinyue made a distressed face. “But if I don’t run around, I won’t be able to meet Sister. What should I do?”

The young girl tilted her head, a few lingering tears still sparkling in her eyes. Her glass-like pupils looked like gems soaked in water.

Qin Qing smiled slightly. “I come here occasionally.”

Xinyue’s eyes crinkled into crescents, her smile as sly as a cat’s. With that sentence from Qin Qing, she could use the piano here for free in the future. She wouldn’t have to worry about having nowhere to go if she quarreled with the Yins again.

It would be even better if I could “accidentally” run into Qin Qing and Ji Fu and snip their “red thread of fate” myself.

Plan success.

Standing to the side, Yin Jianghan was nearly going mad with jealousy. Even she felt inferior standing next to Qin Qing—so why was this “country bumpkin” so natural and poised?

She stole a glance at Yin Hongfei. Even this usually critical man had a hint of admiration on his face. Yin Jianghan ground her teeth, her hands clenched into fists hidden beneath her sleeves. Her knuckles turned white, appearing somewhat sinister.

She could handle anyone being better than her. But not Yu Xinyue. That bumpkin deserved only to be stepped on.

“Sister!” Yin Jianghan stepped forward as well, imitating Xinyue by calling out warmly, “Can I come here with Sister too?”

In her mind, Xinyue and Qin Qing hadn’t known each other long, so their relationship couldn’t be that deep. Since she could steal Xinyue’s biological grandmother and uncle, she could certainly win over Qin Qing as well.

Qin Qing finally shifted her gaze.

The girl before her was roughly the same age as Xinyue. Her looks were merely average, though she wore exquisite clothes and expensive hair clips. One could tell at a glance she was pampered.

But she was a bit ugly.

Qin Qing had a guess. “Are you sisters?”

“Yes!” Yin Jianghan nodded quickly. In the past, she hated this question and didn’t want to be associated with Xinyue at all, but now she answered in a heartbeat.

The corners of Qin Qing’s mouth quirked into a smirk. “Is that so?”

Yin Hongfei noticed that Qin Qing only had eyes for Yu Xinyue and didn’t care for the others at all. He coughed lightly to change the subject. “Jianghan, Xinyue, let’s head back.”

But Yin Jianghan insisted on pushing her luck. “Sister, is it okay?”

“It is.”

Before Yin Jianghan could happily say “thank you,” Qin Qing signaled a waiter and had him read out the membership requirements one by one.

The membership requirements for The Violet were extremely strict. To put it simply, the penthouse floor only hosted top-tier socialites, high-ranking officials, and business tycoons. The Yin family was wealthy, but compared to the mountain that was the Guangyun Group, they were small-time and didn’t even meet the threshold for membership.

Yin Jianghan, who was usually the palm of her family’s hand, had never been snubbed so publicly. Her face flushed red instantly, and aggrieved tears welled in her eyes as she looked to Yin Hongfei for help.

Yin Hongfei’s expression darkened. “The child is young and ignorant. Please do not take offense, Miss.”

Qin Qing nodded. “Business is business.”

After saying that, she looked at Yu Xinyue, a trace of a smile in her eyes. “Your school uniform is still being washed. I’ll have someone deliver it to you tomorrow.”

Xinyue chirped, “Mhm! Sister is the best!”

Qin Qing rubbed the girl’s soft hair. “Then be good.”

Amidst the flickering lights, her usually cold eyes held only one small figure.

Once they were in the car, Yin Jianghan lowered her head and began to sob softly. Her crying was mournful and pitiful, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Yin Hongfei, already irritated, snapped, “What are you crying for?”

“Why… why is Sister allowed, but I’m not?” Yin Jianghan was indignant. How was she inferior to Yu Xinyue? Why did that woman humiliate her in public?

They had only known each other for a few hours. Why was that woman targeting her and protecting Yu Xinyue? It must be because that bumpkin said bad things about me! It has to be!

Firm in this conclusion, Yin Jianghan’s gaze toward Xinyue became even more hostile—cold and predatory, like a venomous snake.

Meanwhile, the “bumpkin” in question was leaning her head against the window, looking out. Xinyue rolled down the window, and the night breeze rushed in, blowing her long black hair. The city lights flickered outside, and the warm glow of the streetlamps illuminated the road ahead, making her porcelain face look even more delicate, as if shrouded in a hazy halo.

“Close the window,” Yin Jianghan said. She wasn’t cold; she just liked to go against Xinyue.

Xinyue picked up a Walkman from the car seat and plugged in the earphones, not giving Yin Jianghan a single glance.

Yin Jianghan grew anxious and reached out to grab it. “That’s mine! Don’t touch it!”

Xinyue arched an eyebrow and smiled. “Yours?”

Have you occupied the nest for so long that you truly think it’s yours?

Xinyue moved the Walkman to her other hand and looked coldly at Yin Jianghan, as if staring at a thief. “Isn’t this my thing?”

Seeing she couldn’t snatch it back, Yin Jianghan used her trump card. “Uncle, look at her!”

Yin Hongfei hated their bickering most of all; it was like having birds buzzing in his ear. He knit his brows in annoyance, about to scold them, when he heard the girl in the back speak: “We’re all family. Isn’t your stuff my stuff? Can’t I just use it for a bit?”

These words hit Yin Hongfei right in the heart. He glanced at the rearview mirror. The girl inside had red eyes, appearing on the verge of tears. Meanwhile, Yin Jianghan was lunging over, scratching and pulling at her own sister over a lousy Walkman.

“What are you doing? Yin. Jiang. Han.”

Yin Jianghan failed to hear the anger in the man’s voice and continued to complain, “Uncle, she took my stuff! This is mine! You bought it for me!”

The sound of screeching brakes pierced the night.

The tires frictioned against the pavement with a jarring sound. Yin Hongfei stopped the car abruptly, causing both girls in the back to lurch forward.

In her previous life, Yu Xinyue had trained in martial arts; her reaction speed and balance were far beyond ordinary people. Hearing the brakes, she instinctively bent her knees and shifted her center of gravity backward, absorbing the force.

Yin Jianghan, however, slammed her head against the front seat, instantly crying from the pain.

Yin Hongfei opened the car door. “Argue, argue, argue. If you keep arguing, both of you get out!”

“Xinyue, come to the front. Sit next to me.”

“Uncle, how can you help her?!” Yin Jianghan questioned shrilly.

Yin Hongfei’s face was cold. “Don’t forget, Xinyue is also a daughter of my Yin family. We’re one family—is there any point in drawing lines like this? I think I’ve spoiled you too much in the past.”

These words made Yin Jianghan feel as if she had been dropped into an ice cellar.

Ultimately, she was a girl he had raised himself, so there was still affection there. Yin Hongfei softened his voice. “Forget it. Don’t we have more at home? You can each have one. I heard the new Tiantuo can also play music. If either of you makes it into the top ten of the school for the midterm exams, I’ll buy one for you. Deal?”

The Tiantuo A6188—the world’s first smartphone, just released this month. Even with money, it wasn’t easy to get one.

Yu Xinyue thought to herself: If I get that phone, things will be much more convenient. A life without being able to surf the web was truly too boring.

Yin Jianghan rubbed her bruised forehead and agreed aggrievedly. In any case, her grades had always been better than Xinyue’s. Even if she didn’t make the top ten, as long as she was ahead of Xinyue, she could get the phone by acting spoiled with her uncle.

That useless thing—what’s the point of playing the victim? Her grades are still trash.

In Jianghan cursed inwardly, then looked up and locked eyes with Yu Xinyue. The girl had a pleasant smile on her face. She waved the Walkman in her hand and slowly, silently mouthed three words:

“It’s mine now.”