Half an hour earlier.
Qin Wanyin sat on the sofa on the second floor, holding a bag of chocolate milk between her lips, looking puzzled at the unexpected guest before her.
“Chi Lie, what exactly do you want?”
Chi Lie blushed. “Sister Wanyin, can you teach me how to make that dish from yesterday?”
“Oh, you mean that.”
Under Chi Lie’s hopeful gaze, she shook her head. “Impossible.”
Chi Lie paused, seemingly not expecting to be rejected.
Since childhood, no one had ever refused him anything he asked for.
He felt a bit aggrieved. “Why?”
Qin Wanyin replied, “Because teaching a novice to cook is exhausting for the teacher.”
Chi Lie retorted, “I’m not a novice. I can cook.”
Qin Wanyin raised an eyebrow. “Young master, frying steak and boiling instant noodles don’t count as knowing how to cook in my book.”
She had hit the nail on the head—those were the only two things he knew how to make.
His fair skin flushed easily.
The faint light from outside the window streamed in, casting a soft glow on Chi Lie’s delicate, youthful face, as if brushed with a light layer of rouge.
“Really not possible?”
He leaned closer, silently pleading with his beautiful eyes:
“The taste of that dish feels familiar to me. It reminds me of the dishes made by the sister who means the most to me. I want to learn how to make it for her.”
The sister who means the most to him.
Hearing these words, Qin Wanyin felt a flicker of doubt.
Wasn’t Liu Yiyi the sister who meant the most to Chi Lie?
But then again, for him, Liu Yiyi was his beloved, not someone he would place in the role of a sister.
Lost in thought, Qin Wanyin didn’t respond, as if silently refusing.
Chi Lie’s eyes reddened instantly, making him look even more like a drenched puppy.
“Sister Wanyin, please teach me. I’ll really be grateful to you.”
Qin Wanyin’s brow twitched.
Chi Lie was the protagonist. His gratitude must be worth a lot. She nodded. “Fine, come find me tonight.”
Chi Lie grinned, wagging his tail like a happy puppy, and spread his arms to hug her.
—”What are you two doing?”
A cold, menacing male voice rang out.
Qin Wanyin, who was about to push Chi Lie away, paused and instead nudged him aside, turning her gaze to the doorway.
There stood Qi Heng in the corridor, his expression icy.
She frowned. “How did you get in?”
Qi Heng glanced at the window as if it were explanation enough, then brought up Liu Yiyi.
“Yiyi wants to talk to you. She’s been knocking on the door downstairs for a while. She was worried something had happened to you, so she asked me to check. I didn’t expect you to have another guest.”
His words carried an insinuation as he glanced at Chi Lie.
Tension filled the room.
Qin Wanyin called a halt. “What’s the point of you two being at each other’s throats here? Liu Yiyi can’t see it. If you want to fight, go do it in front of her.”
“I didn’t—”
Chi Lie tried to say something, but Qin Wanyin cut him off. “Alright, you can go. I remember what I promised you.”
Chi Lie smiled, his eyes curving. “Okay, Sister Wanyin. See you tonight.”
As he left, whether intentionally or not, the young man bumped his shoulder against Qi Heng’s before descending the stairs with a smirk.
Qi Heng’s expression darkened.
The muscles in his jaw tightened as he grabbed Qin Wanyin’s wrist. “Care to explain? If I hadn’t come in, what were you and Chi Lie planning to do? Don’t forget, you’re still my fiancée.”
Qin Wanyin tilted her head. “Are you jealous?”
“You’re dreaming!” He released his grip. “I just wanted to remind you that Chi Lie likes Yiyi. That guy is cunning and not as simple as he appears on the surface. He’s just using you.”
Qin Wanyin looked up at the sky, speechless. “Aren’t you using me too?”
She had considered revealing their engagement to clear her name as the “other woman,” but the marriage certificate wasn’t in her possession. She had no proof.
Somehow, this remark seemed to provoke Qi Heng.
He leaned in threateningly. “Qin Wanyin, I remember your Qin family is currently raising funds, right? Without the Qi family, do you think your family’s company could have lasted this long?”
Qin Wanyin hadn’t inherited the original host’s complete memories.
Hearing this suddenly left her a bit dazed.
Her family had a company?
Was she not a poor girl, but rather a wealthy heiress who would “inherit the family business if she didn’t pursue her dreams in the entertainment industry”?
What a pleasant surprise!
Strangely, Qi Heng noticed that when he threatened to bankrupt the Qin family, a flush of joy appeared on Qin Wanyin’s face.
Qi Heng: “…”
The system promptly reminded her: [Host, the wealthy heiress persona is not for us.]
Qin Wanyin: …So much for getting excited.
She quickly reviewed the original host’s family structure.
Her parents had vanished without a trace ten years ago, leaving behind a perfume brand.
Her eldest brother struggled to maintain the family legacy but managed to close three hundred stores in a year.
Her second brother was a fashion designer who, after years of wandering, returned home with pockets emptier than his face.
Her third brother was addicted to video games, ranking at the bottom of his class. Qin Wanyin could score higher than him even if she answered with her feet.
The whole family was useless!
Seeing her looking as if her soul had left her body, Qi Heng fell silent for a moment.
Was she finally scared?
He wasn’t the type to drive someone to ruin. “As long as you don’t publicize our engagement and don’t cause trouble for Yiyi, I won’t bankrupt the Qin family.”
“And keep your distance from Chi Lie. After all, you’re my fiancée. It wouldn’t look good if Grandpa found out.”
Qi Heng continued to warn her.
Meanwhile, Qin Wanyin picked up her phone and started typing notes:
Seven taels of cardamom oil.
Five taels and two qian of agarwood.
Four taels of cloves.
Four qian of patchouli.
…
It didn’t matter if she wasn’t a wealthy heiress.
She could make herself one!
She quickly devised a “Three-Step Plan to Wealth.”
Step one: Revive the Qin family’s perfume business with ancient secret recipes.
—”Qin Wanyin, are you even listening to me?”
Qi Heng’s displeased voice came from above her.
Qin Wanyin: “Oh, right, right, right! How could this be? So impressive, I’ve learned so much! Oh my, how terrifying, you’ve really worked hard!”
After successfully infuriating him with high-EQ dismissive remarks, Qin Wanyin opened her WeChat contacts.
The original host didn’t have many WeChat friends—just over fifty.
The words “Eldest Brother” stood out prominently.
She opened the chat window, which was completely blank.
Perhaps siblings share a telepathic bond, as a message popped up from the other side.
[Eldest Brother: Are you there?]
Due to some past experiences, Qin Wanyin had a conditioned aversion to the phrase “Are you there?” and instinctively replied, “I’m here with your mom.”
[Eldest Brother: ?]
Qin Wanyin silently recalled the message.
[As Poor as Happy Sheep: …I said it was an auto-reply. Do you believe me?]
[Eldest Brother: Oh.]
Clearly, he believed her.
This eldest brother she had never met met a tragic end.
After the Qin family went bankrupt, he blamed himself for his incompetence and eventually died of depression.
In truth, the bankruptcy wasn’t his fault.
Eldest Brother, a genius academic prodigy, had once strolled through the flowers of Chang’an and was once the benchmark of other people’s children.
But who made him the brother of Qin Wan Yin, the cannon fodder female supporting character?
If he were Liu Yiyi’s brother, what would the two Ma-surnamed men matter? The Qin family’s company would directly change its name: PayTeng.
[Eldest Brother: Do you have any money on hand? The company needs 3 million in cash flow.]
[As Poor as Happy Sheep: I am Qin Shi Huang, I am not dead, and I am currently trapped by the Trisolarans. If you just V me 50, I can break the Trisolarans’ technological blockade on Earth.]
A moment later.
[Eldest Brother has transferred 50 yuan to you, please check.]20 – Who Isn’t a Rich Heiress?
Chapter 20: Who Isn’t a Rich Heiress?
Half an hour earlier.
Qin Wanyin sat on the sofa on the second floor, holding a bag of chocolate milk between her lips, looking puzzled at the unexpected guest before her.
“Chi Lie, what exactly do you want?”
Chi Lie blushed. “Sister Wanyin, can you teach me how to make that dish from yesterday?”
“Oh, you mean that.”
Under Chi Lie’s hopeful gaze, she shook her head. “Impossible.”
Chi Lie paused, seemingly not expecting to be rejected.
Since childhood, no one had ever refused him anything he asked for.
He felt a bit aggrieved. “Why?”
Qin Wanyin replied, “Because teaching a novice to cook is exhausting for the teacher.”
Chi Lie retorted, “I’m not a novice. I can cook.”
Qin Wanyin raised an eyebrow. “Young master, frying steak and boiling instant noodles don’t count as knowing how to cook in my book.”
She had hit the nail on the head—those were the only two things he knew how to make.
His fair skin flushed easily.
The faint light from outside the window streamed in, casting a soft glow on Chi Lie’s delicate, youthful face, as if brushed with a light layer of rouge.
“Really not possible?”
He leaned closer, silently pleading with his beautiful eyes:
“The taste of that dish feels familiar to me. It reminds me of the dishes made by the sister who means the most to me. I want to learn how to make it for her.”
The sister who means the most to him.
Hearing these words, Qin Wanyin felt a flicker of doubt.
Wasn’t Liu Yiyi the sister who meant the most to Chi Lie?
But then again, for him, Liu Yiyi was his beloved, not someone he would place in the role of a sister.
Lost in thought, Qin Wanyin didn’t respond, as if silently refusing.
Chi Lie’s eyes reddened instantly, making him look even more like a drenched puppy.
“Sister Wanyin, please teach me. I’ll really be grateful to you.”
Qin Wanyin’s brow twitched.
Chi Lie was the protagonist. His gratitude must be worth a lot. She nodded. “Fine, come find me tonight.”
Chi Lie grinned, wagging his tail like a happy puppy, and spread his arms to hug her.
—”What are you two doing?”
A cold, menacing male voice rang out.
Qin Wanyin, who was about to push Chi Lie away, paused and instead nudged him aside, turning her gaze to the doorway.
There stood Qi Heng in the corridor, his expression icy.
She frowned. “How did you get in?”
Qi Heng glanced at the window as if it were explanation enough, then brought up Liu Yiyi.
“Yiyi wants to talk to you. She’s been knocking on the door downstairs for a while. She was worried something had happened to you, so she asked me to check. I didn’t expect you to have another guest.”
His words carried an insinuation as he glanced at Chi Lie.
Tension filled the room.
Qin Wanyin called a halt. “What’s the point of you two being at each other’s throats here? Liu Yiyi can’t see it. If you want to fight, go do it in front of her.”
“I didn’t—”
Chi Lie tried to say something, but Qin Wanyin cut him off. “Alright, you can go. I remember what I promised you.”
Chi Lie smiled, his eyes curving. “Okay, Sister Wanyin. See you tonight.”
As he left, whether intentionally or not, the young man bumped his shoulder against Qi Heng’s before descending the stairs with a smirk.
Qi Heng’s expression darkened.
The muscles in his jaw tightened as he grabbed Qin Wanyin’s wrist. “Care to explain? If I hadn’t come in, what were you and Chi Lie planning to do? Don’t forget, you’re still my fiancée.”
Qin Wanyin tilted her head. “Are you jealous?”
“You’re dreaming!” He released his grip. “I just wanted to remind you that Chi Lie likes Yiyi. That guy is cunning and not as simple as he appears on the surface. He’s just using you.”
Qin Wanyin looked up at the sky, speechless. “Aren’t you using me too?”
She had considered revealing their engagement to clear her name as the “other woman,” but the marriage certificate wasn’t in her possession. She had no proof.
Somehow, this remark seemed to provoke Qi Heng.
He leaned in threateningly. “Qin Wanyin, I remember your Qin family is currently raising funds, right? Without the Qi family, do you think your family’s company could have lasted this long?”
Qin Wanyin hadn’t inherited the original host’s complete memories.
Hearing this suddenly left her a bit dazed.
Her family had a company?
Was she not a poor girl, but rather a wealthy heiress who would “inherit the family business if she didn’t pursue her dreams in the entertainment industry”?
What a pleasant surprise!
Strangely, Qi Heng noticed that when he threatened to bankrupt the Qin family, a flush of joy appeared on Qin Wanyin’s face.
Qi Heng: “…”
The system promptly reminded her: [Host, the wealthy heiress persona is not for us.]
Qin Wanyin: …So much for getting excited.
She quickly reviewed the original host’s family structure.
Her parents had vanished without a trace ten years ago, leaving behind a perfume brand.
Her eldest brother struggled to maintain the family legacy but managed to close three hundred stores in a year.
Her second brother was a fashion designer who, after years of wandering, returned home with pockets emptier than his face.
Her third brother was addicted to video games, ranking at the bottom of his class. Qin Wanyin could score higher than him even if she answered with her feet.
The whole family was useless!
Seeing her looking as if her soul had left her body, Qi Heng fell silent for a moment.
Was she finally scared?
He wasn’t the type to drive someone to ruin. “As long as you don’t publicize our engagement and don’t cause trouble for Yiyi, I won’t bankrupt the Qin family.”
“And keep your distance from Chi Lie. After all, you’re my fiancée. It wouldn’t look good if Grandpa found out.”
Qi Heng continued to warn her.
Meanwhile, Qin Wanyin picked up her phone and started typing notes:
Seven taels of cardamom oil.
Five taels and two qian of agarwood.
Four taels of cloves.
Four qian of patchouli.
…
It didn’t matter if she wasn’t a wealthy heiress.
She could make herself one!
She quickly devised a “Three-Step Plan to Wealth.”
Step one: Revive the Qin family’s perfume business with ancient secret recipes.
—”Qin Wanyin, are you even listening to me?”
Qi Heng’s displeased voice came from above her.
Qin Wanyin: “Oh, right, right, right! How could this be? So impressive, I’ve learned so much! Oh my, how terrifying, you’ve really worked hard!”
After successfully infuriating him with high-EQ dismissive remarks, Qin Wanyin opened her WeChat contacts.
The original host didn’t have many WeChat friends—just over fifty.
The words “Eldest Brother” stood out prominently.
She opened the chat window, which was completely blank.
Perhaps siblings share a telepathic bond, as a message popped up from the other side.
[Eldest Brother: Are you there?]
Due to some past experiences, Qin Wanyin had a conditioned aversion to the phrase “Are you there?” and instinctively replied, “I’m here with your mom.”
[Eldest Brother: ?]
Qin Wanyin silently recalled the message.
[As Poor as Happy Sheep: …I said it was an auto-reply. Do you believe me?]
[Eldest Brother: Oh.]
Clearly, he believed her.
This eldest brother she had never met met a tragic end.
After the Qin family went bankrupt, he blamed himself for his incompetence and eventually died of depression.
In truth, the bankruptcy wasn’t his fault.
Eldest Brother, a genius academic prodigy, had once strolled through the flowers of Chang’an and was once the benchmark of other people’s children.
But who made him the brother of Qin Wan Yin, the cannon fodder female supporting character?
If he were Liu Yiyi’s brother, what would the two Ma-surnamed men matter? The Qin family’s company would directly change its name: PayTeng.
[Eldest Brother: Do you have any money on hand? The company needs 3 million in cash flow.]
[As Poor as Happy Sheep: I am Qin Shi Huang, I am not dead, and I am currently trapped by the Trisolarans. If you just V me 50, I can break the Trisolarans’ technological blockade on Earth.]
A moment later.
[Eldest Brother has transferred 50 yuan to you, please check.]