Yu Jinyao drank two big gulps of water before she managed to recover.
She noticed that there wasn’t a trace of joking in Wen Jiayan’s expression.
His words flashed through her mind like lightning, reminding her of another role she played as this plot device female supporting character.
There were female supporting characters like the young miss who pushed the plot forward with her bold love and hate, and there were those like her who disgusted readers from dark corners.
Her beauty was designed for her to confess to the male lead, all to highlight the male lead’s feelings for the female lead.
When readers saw such a vain and despicable plot device character—all looks and no brains—daring to covet the male lead, they would only feel frustrated.
When they saw the male lead remain completely unmoved, that frustration would turn into satisfaction.
They might even feel sympathy for the vicious young miss, because her follower had betrayed her.
In her memories, the original owner had indeed secretly slipped a love letter to Yu Shiyan behind everyone’s back.
Now that Wen Jiayan had so openly asked about it, she couldn’t go against her character and deny it.
What should she do, what should she do…
No, wait! She could deny it!
She didn’t need to tell the truth in front of Wen Jiayan!
As long as her heart was loyal to Yu Shiyan, that was all that mattered!
Wen Jiayan watched her expression shift uncertainly, until finally her eyes lit up and she said with firm conviction: “What nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly like Yu Shiyan?”
“I’m Mu Yan’s friend—how could I steal her fiancé?”
The girl spoke with earnest conviction.
But Wen Jiayan’s heart sank into an even deeper abyss.
He hadn’t missed the flicker of hesitation and guilt in her eyes.
Her reaction made him believe that she really did secretly like Yu Shiyan.
His chest felt tight and stifled. Wen Jiayan turned to look out the car window with a grim expression.
Ha, too bad Yu Shiyan didn’t like her at all. When he heard her confession, he looked like he’d been tangled up in something filthy.
Yu Jinyao could only stay obediently by his side, atoning for Lin Shuya’s sins against his aunt!
When Yu Jinyao saw that Wen Jiayan had suddenly fallen silent, she assumed she’d managed to brush it off this time.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and upon catching sight of Xingyao Academy’s iconic luxurious gates, she quickly said: “Just drop me off at the school gate. I want to head back to the dorm first.”
The driver said nothing.
The young man’s gentle, calm voice rang out: “Uncle Wang, to Fontainebleau.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
With just one glance at Yu Jinyao’s deep blue brooch, he knew where she lived.
Oh, this damned system with no privacy whatsoever!
The steering wheel was in the driver’s hands, and the driver only listened to his young master.
The black Bentley pulled up on the tree-lined avenue, not particularly conspicuous among the array of luxury cars.
But the moment the passengers got out, the atmosphere around them shifted instantly.
Countless invisible gazes pierced through from all directions—not daring to offend Wen Jiayan, they all landed on the young woman instead.
After a barely perceptible pause, they seemed to grow even more fervent and sticky.
Yu Jinyao forced herself to act like the original owner, pasting a sweet smile on her face.
“Brother Jiayan, thank you for driving me here. I can take my suitcase up myself.”
Her voice was soft and sweet, with a rare hint of coyness.
The address made the young man’s brow twitch almost imperceptibly.
As student council president, Wen Jiayan was a model student and wore the school uniform as well. The well-tailored suit outlined his excellent shoulder and waist proportions.
The young man’s features were gentle and refined, like a traditional ink painting.
His voice was warm yet brooked no argument: “It’s still a bit of a walk. Let me walk you.”
Fontainebleau was a cluster of buildings with similar styles, full of classical romantic charm.
Between the buildings were small gardens, tree-lined paths, fountains, and more.
This was the residential area for ordinary wealthy families.
The children of chaebol families lived in even more luxurious quarters.
Wen Jiayan pushed her suitcase forward, and she could only obediently follow behind the young man.
Though it fit her role as a follower perfectly, she looked at the suitcase in his hands and felt something was off.
When they reached the French-style building where she lived, Yu Jinyao snatched the suitcase from the young man’s hands.
“I can go up by myself.”
She didn’t want Wen Jiayan to know exactly where she lived.
“Fine. I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
Wen Jiayan was surprisingly agreeable.
Yu Jinyao was taken aback: “But I don’t have classes this morning, and I need to organize my things… Why are you waiting for me?”
“Why, to have you fulfill your duties as my follower, of course.”
“…”
Yu Jinyao was at a loss. Seeing that no one was around, she softened her voice: “Young Master Wen, even a workhorse needs a moment to catch its breath, right?”
“We have a long road ahead—are you afraid you won’t be able to command me? I just want to tidy up my room and get myself together. I’ll come find you this afternoon, okay?”
Wen Jiayan met her pleading eyes.
In those beautiful, clear black-and-white eyes, his reflection was clearly visible.
It seemed her gaze was filled with only him.
His mood improved greatly, and he decided to let her off the hook today.
“Tomorrow then. Come find me when you don’t have classes.”
Wen Jiayan shook his phone: “Your Do account was easy to find. I’ve added you—make sure to accept.”
The young man turned and walked away with graceful steps.
Yu Jinyao dragged her suitcase back to the original owner’s dorm.
The dormitory was a single room, quite spacious with a large bed, equipped with a kitchen, bathroom, and balcony.
All the furniture and appliances were complete.
Pushing her suitcase to the door, she threw herself onto the bed and closed her eyes.
At Xingyao Academy, it seemed like everyone wore a mask.
Her phone buzzed incessantly, but Yu Jinyao didn’t want to look at it.
【Host, I suggest you check your phone.】
The Mary Sue System, which hadn’t surfaced in a long time, suddenly spoke up.
【There’s a plot point you need to follow.】
Yu Jinyao opened Do (the universal social platform) and saw that besides a few stranger friend requests, Miss Xia had also sent her two messages.
【Xia Muyan: “The Empire Economics Essentials” has been delivered to Building 508, Comprehensive.】
【Xia Muyan: Don’t play dead. Someone saw you return to campus.】
Yu Jinyao typed a few words expressionlessly.
【Yao Yao: Got it, babe.】
She quickly dug out the economics textbook her predecessor had taken as an elective last semester and rushed toward the Comprehensive Building.
It was all for the mission.
To live happily and healthily as a rich woman in the real world, she had to work hard.
When she arrived at the door of classroom 508, she didn’t hear any lecturing.
Logically, class should have already started by now…
She hesitated and pushed the door open, only to find the podium empty, though the board still had writing on it.
Half the seats in the classroom were empty, and the other half were occupied, but everyone had their heads down.
Near the back row in the middle, a crowd had gathered around a seat. Through the gaps in the crowd, she could see Xia Muyan at the center, sitting in a relaxed posture.
There seemed to be a girl kneeling in the crowd.
Yu Jinyao’s heart skipped a beat.
Hearing the commotion, everyone turned in unison to look at Yu Jinyao, even the group of boys and girls surrounding Ruan Zhi turned their heads.
Everyone was momentarily stunned.
The girl at the door held a textbook, her figure graceful, with slightly wavy, thick black hair cascading softly down her back.
A slightly tousled fringe, delicate brows, snow-white skin, innocent almond-shaped eyes, and luscious lips.
Standing at the door, looking at them with a bewildered expression, everyone seemed to be drawn into a beautiful, enchanting dream.