After Marrying the Cold and Elegant Beauty, I Fell in Love (GL) - Chapter 19

Shen Yuru had run out of patience this time and didn’t want to hear Han Shuangshuang’s excuses.

Especially after that incredibly misleading thing Han Shuangshuang had said at the very beginning.

Shen Yuru turned and left, not even giving Han Shuangshuang a chance to explain.

Words like “eating her up”—only Han Shuangshuang could say something like that so easily. She had no shame at all; Shen Yuru wasn’t one of those casual women.

Shen Yuru didn’t know why she, who was usually so composed and calm, had suddenly flared up with such a temper. She ignored Han Shuangshuang’s panicked expression. “Your coursework is finished, Junior, and you’ve passed the make-up exams. If you listened to my lectures seriously during this time, you should pass everything. Of course, if you weren’t serious and didn’t put your heart into it, then forget I said anything.”

Even without the system’s prompts, Han Shuangshuang knew Shen Yuru was in an extremely bad mood—the kind that was teetering on the edge of an explosion. After all, she had started calling her “Junior” again.

Ignoring everything else, Han Shuangshuang immediately jogged to catch up with Shen Yuru’s pace and grabbed her wrist. Shen Yuru was forced to stop. She turned around to see those eyes that always turned innocent the moment they faced her.

“Even if Sister Shen is angry, you have to tell me why. Even a prisoner gets told their crime before execution. You can’t treat me with such double standards.”

A cold sneer suddenly curled the lips of Shen Yuru’s already displeased face.

“Double standards? It’s Junior Han who loves treating everyone the same. You’re passionate toward everyone; anyone you’re interested in, you stick to them like a cheap plaster that can’t be peeled off. Even that kind of foul language comes to you so naturally. I really want to know how many people you’ve said those words to, and how many times, for you to be so calm and flushless when saying them.”

Shen Yuru’s tone was strange. If you said she wasn’t angry, her words were full of sarcasm. If you said she was angry, her tone was flat, showing no overt rage.

Han Shuangshuang wrinkled her nose. She inexplicably smelled something “sour” (jealousy).

Fine. Usually, she just classified this as being passive-aggressive. But what choice did she have? She was the one thick-skinned enough to cling to Shen Yuru. It was all the fault of this damn system.

“I’ve really never said that to anyone else! Everything I say to Sister Shen is sincere. Every promise I’ve made has been carefully thought out, without a hint of deception.”

It was the truth, after all—the “previous” person was the original host, not her. The novel gave the original host that “player” setting, but gave her zero actual benefits. Before turning eighteen, the author didn’t dare write anything spicy; the host was still a virgin. Her first kiss was likely that accidental one with Shen Yuru on the day she transmigrated.

That wasn’t just the original host’s first kiss—it was her first kiss too!

Besides, a few sweet words were harmless. Who doesn’t like being coaxed? Having lived under others’ roofs for so many years in her original world, she could spin pretty words effortlessly.

“Sister Shen is so beautiful, even an immortal would be tempted. I’m just an ordinary person; isn’t it natural to be stunned by your beauty? It’s only logical to want to get close to you. I didn’t mean to take advantage of you on purpose. You hold a very high, sacred, and inviolable place in my heart… but logic is a fragile thing, and I’m struggling too.”

Shen Yuru huffed, though it was unclear if she believed her. “Still trying to lie to me? You have such a big ‘ex-girlfriend’ chasing you every day, yet you want to play the ‘pure and innocent’ persona in front of me?”

The moment the words left her mouth, Shen Yuru regretted it. she hadn’t expected to blurt out the question that had been lingering in her mind. She rarely spoke without thinking. What did it matter what happened between Shi Nianxue and Han Shuangshuang? Asking like this made it seem like she cared.

“So Sister Shen misunderstood that! Why didn’t you say so sooner? Shi Nianxue and I have no real relationship. She was adopted by my mother; we were sisters as kids. After we grew up, she sided with my stepmother, and our relationship shattered. She went abroad to study, and who knows why she’s suddenly back, bragging in front of me and calling herself my ‘ex.’ Maybe I only let her use that title back then to ward off other suitors.”

Han Shuangshuang rubbed her chin. The character introduction the system gave her was too sketchy; she was piecing this together through analysis.

Shen Yuru still felt Han Shuangshuang’s words were odd—as if a current partner was explaining their relationship with an ex.

Seeing Shen Yuru’s expression soften, Han Shuangshuang immediately pressed her advantage, grabbing the woman’s arm and acting spoiled. “I really didn’t think that much. It was all to thank you for coming by. If you don’t like that way of phrasing it, I’ll change it: Let me treat you to dinner, how about it?”

Since the “perverted” task couldn’t be finished properly, she might as well offer some real benefits to boost her favorability and lower the blackening value.

Shen Yuru lifted her chin and said nothing, her perfect, smooth jawline wordlessly displaying her stubbornness.

“There’s no need to explain so much to me. I don’t care about any of it. I’m only here to fulfill the school’s requirements.”

Han Shuangshuang nodded frantically. Even though Shen Yuru said that, her distant, cold aura had quietly receded and softened significantly.

“Yes, yes, Sister Shen is magnanimous. Please forgive me this once. Besides, you should get to know me better so you won’t misunderstand next time.”

Shen Yuru looked at Han Shuangshuang’s fawning face and pursed her lips. She could still feel the sensation on her mouth. Yet this Han Shuangshuang was acting completely carefree, as if nothing had happened.

My first kiss was lost to her… and she doesn’t care at all. Right, she has so many ‘exes,’ she’s probably tired of kissing people.

Shen Yuru raised the back of her hand and wiped her lips hard.

Han Shuangshuang was about to lead her out of the grove when she suddenly felt an icy, knife-like gaze from behind. Even with the back of her head toward Shen Yuru, she inexplicably shuddered.

Why is she angry again?!

Shen Yuru: “I’m not angry. Don’t ask me. You pick the place to eat.”

Han Shuangshuang: “…?”

She agreed to eat with me, but she’s mad again. This puppy doesn’t understand.

To bridge the awkwardness, Han Shuangshuang had acted like a wealthy big-shot, but once she opened her phone, she only had 250 Yuan in her pocket.

Feeling the cool, pleasant breeze by the campus lake, she snapped into reality. Right—she had transmigrated as a “brainless cannon fodder,” but she had also inherited a “poverty” attribute. With this much money, she couldn’t afford the high-end restaurants near the school. Better to go to a familiar local joint. The taste of street food stalls is pretty consistent everywhere.

So, Han Shuangshuang and Shen Yuru walked in silence for over a mile, and neither of them noticed how far they’d gone. Han Shuangshuang knew Shen Yuru was angry and didn’t dare speak, while Shen Yuru had a breath of frustration she couldn’t vent or swallow. And Han Shuangshuang was being “silence is gold.”

Shen Yuru took a long, deep breath to calm her emotions. It was always this Han Shuangshuang—she had never been this bothered before.

When the map navigation on her phone chimed that they had arrived, Han Shuangshuang finally realized they had walked over two kilometers. Shen Yuru was also a bit surprised. She didn’t feel tired. She instinctively touched her chest; her heart was beating normally, without the slightest discomfort.

Shen Yuru frowned slightly; she truly wasn’t used to such unrefined places. She chose a corner to sit in while Han Shuangshuang scurried to the counter to order.

Who would have thought that the moment she looked up, she’d see a familiar face?

“Long Aodi?”

Long Aodi had seen them the moment they walked in. He wanted to turn and leave but had nowhere to run. At school, he hid his family background, creating a persona of a “blessed child” from a happy, successful family. But after school, he specifically found a remote small restaurant to work as a waiter to earn living expenses.

He had come this far specifically to avoid being found by people from the university. He never expected to be caught by Han Shuangshuang.

Han Shuangshuang smelled danger.

Long Aodi spoke first, “Keep my secret, and I won’t settle the score for what happened at school.” He added, “My fate is my own to decide. Being born into this family isn’t my fault. An heiress like you wouldn’t understand.”

Han Shuangshuang looked at his hostile gaze as if she had personally wronged him. “Don’t ‘grease’ (act cringey) me, and don’t ‘grease’ Sister Shen. Go ‘grease’ the heavens.”

After ordering, she returned to her seat. Long Aodi watched Han Shuangshuang—the “heiress experiencing commoner life”—and gritted his teeth, certain she looked down on him and was mocking him internally.

He walked into the kitchen. Thinking of Shen Yuru’s face, he decided to take a desperate gamble and added something to the drinks. He had to get Shen Yuru; it was his best chance to change his life.

Shen Yuru had also seen Long Aodi at the counter, but she didn’t even lift an eyelid. Han Shuangshuang sat opposite her and, seeing her gaze, silently blocked her view of him.

“Sister Shen is truly impressive. I’m sitting right here, yet your eyes can still fit other people.” Han Shuangshuang pouted, looking totally jealous and petty.

A faint smile touched Shen Yuru’s lips, the gloom in her eyes instantly swept away as if she had been coaxed back to a good mood. “So sour.”