When Ji Yunxiao arrived, Lin Qianwei still hadn’t come back.
The auntie who opened the door for her looked genuinely surprised, as if she’d never met this woman before.
Was this really Ji Yunxiao? Today she was wearing a blue velvet mermaid dress, long sleeves with exposed shoulders, a choker inlaid with roses accentuating her neck, and a high slit on the side that revealed just enough of her smooth legs to catch the eye.
The whole look was both rebellious and elegant.
She was like the mist at dawn, or a mermaid swimming freely in the deep sea.
Right now, she resembled many beautiful things, but she was nothing like the Ji Yunxiao of the past.
The confusion in the auntie’s eyes only deepened.
She’d heard Ji Yunxiao was coming and hadn’t planned to treat her seriously, but looking at the woman in front of her, radiating confidence, the auntie hesitated and asked, “Would you like something to drink, Miss Ji?”
That question reminded Ji Yunxiao that she actually was a bit thirsty.
She’d dressed up especially to see Lin Qianwei and had even forgotten to drink water.
“Orange juice,” Ji Yunxiao said, looking at the auntie.
“Thank you.”
The auntie was startled again.
The old Ji Yunxiao would only boss people around—when did she ever say thank you?
With a head full of questions, the auntie went to pour the orange juice, sneaking glances at Ji Yunxiao as she handed it over, but Ji Yunxiao just sat there calmly, letting her look.
Ji Yunxiao just didn’t know when Lin Qianwei would be back.
She missed her so much.
After sitting quietly for a while, Ji Yunxiao stood up.
This villa was where Lin Qianwei had lived, so there should be plenty of traces of her.
Ji Yunxiao was curious and decided to look around.
When the auntie saw her heading for the stairs, she hurried over to stop her.
“President Lin said you can’t go upstairs.”
Ji Yunxiao smiled.
“Is that so?”
She acted casual, but inside, Ji Yunxiao felt bitter.
After all, she and Qianqian used to be so close.
Ji Yunxiao left the stairs and wandered around downstairs.
She still found plenty of interesting things.
For example, the decor was exactly the style Qianqian used to love, and the art and calligraphy matched her taste too.
Near the floor-to-ceiling windows, where the light was perfect, there was a white grand piano, a simple European-style bench, two pots of Aspidistra, and above them, some hanging green plants.
The philodendron was lush and vibrant, close enough to touch.
Ji Yunxiao remembered the past and couldn’t help but reach out to brush the leaves.
Everything she saw reminded her so much of the Song family villa when Song Qianqian was still around, making Ji Yunxiao even more certain that Lin Qianwei was her Qianqian.
But when exactly did Qianqian cross over? Did she forget everything as soon as she arrived in this world, or did she forget later? Were all these familiar furnishings and arrangements because she remembered, or did she recreate them purely by instinct?
Ji Yunxiao had too many questions.
She got lost in her thoughts and didn’t even notice when Lin Qianwei came back.
Lin Qianwei, on the other hand, was stunned by the sight of her from behind and stood there for a long time before snapping out of it.
She was annoyed at herself for spacing out, a hint of embarrassment showing on her beautiful face, but luckily Ji Yunxiao hadn’t noticed.
Lin Qianwei quickly composed herself, put on a cold expression, and walked up behind Ji Yunxiao in her high heels.
“What are you doing?” Lin Qianwei asked coldly.
Ji Yunxiao turned around, startled by the voice.
She was still holding the glass of orange juice, looking elegant as if she were sipping fine wine, but seeing Lin Qianwei made her so happy and flustered that she lost her grip and spilled half the juice right onto Lin Qianwei’s chest.
Ji Yunxiao quickly apologized.
“Sorry, I…”
Lin Qianwei glanced at the wet spot, frowned, and said flatly, “You did that on purpose.”
Ji Yunxiao’s protest was weak.
“I didn’t…”
Lin Qianwei kept her face cold and interrogated, “So are you planning to help me wipe it off now?”
Ji Yunxiao paused with the napkin in her hand and explained, “I… was going to hand it to you.
Though I’d love to help you wipe it, that would be a bit inappropriate.”
Lin Qianwei glared at her, clearly even more embarrassed and angry.
She didn’t take the napkin Ji Yunxiao offered, instead taking off her soiled jacket.
Today she was wearing an ice-blue suit jacket, which looked intellectual and elegant from the outside, with a touch of icy beauty.
But once she took it off, Ji Yunxiao realized that underneath was a light, silky slip dress.
The lower half of the dress was still proper and formal, but the upper half, hidden by the jacket, was made of sheer, cool fabric.
From Ji Yunxiao’s angle, she could see the woman’s fair shoulders and the clean lines of her collarbone.
For a moment, Ji Yunxiao couldn’t look away.
She couldn’t help but think, so that’s the kind of beauty hidden under that ice-blue jacket.
Until Lin Qianwei glared at her again.
Ji Yunxiao quickly cleared her throat, and after noticing the stain on the dress, tried to sound proper.
“You’re wet underneath too.”
But that didn’t sound very proper.
Ji Yunxiao hurried to clarify, “I mean your clothes.”
Lin Qianwei was so flustered by her that she couldn’t even speak, glaring a few more times before turning and leaving.
Ji Yunxiao watched that graceful figure disappear and couldn’t help but laugh softly.
How could her wife even look cute when she was angry?
If Ji Yunxiao guessed right, Lin Qianwei was probably going to take a shower.
Since the slip dress underneath was also stained, she probably had sticky orange juice on her skin.
And Qianqian would never tolerate that.
Sure enough, it was a long time before Lin Qianwei reappeared.
She stood at the top of the stairs, her freshly dried hair soft and fluffy over her shoulders, wearing a mauve silk V-neck nightgown that showed off her perfect figure.
She just stood there, doing nothing, and it was enough to steal Ji Yunxiao’s soul.
Ji Yunxiao, unsurprisingly, was completely entranced, but the beautiful woman on the stairs just tossed out two words before turning away indifferently.
Lin Qianwei said, “Come up.”
What was she planning to do? Ji Yunxiao couldn’t help but look forward to it.
Half a minute later, Lin Qianwei brought her to the study.
Looking at the wide, spotless desk, Ji Yunxiao’s mind wandered.
She thought, it’d be great if she could just pick Qianqian up and sit her on top of it.
Then… But Ji Yunxiao’s train of thought was quickly interrupted, because Lin Qianwei started playing a video for her on the big screen.
Seeing the somewhat familiar scene, Ji Yunxiao’s eyelid twitched.
She had a bad feeling.
Her voice was a little anxious.
“Qianwei, I can explain—”
Lin Qianwei crossed her arms, cold and unfeeling.
“Watch it first.”
In the video, Gao Xiaohong and the original red-haired, nightclub-makeup Ji Yunxiao walked into a private room together, arms around each other.
The two poured drinks, laughing and clinking glasses, and the original body couldn’t help but complain, “Lin Qianwei is good-looking, sure, but what’s the point if she won’t sleep with me? I’m a woman too, I have needs!”
Ji Yunxiao couldn’t help but rub her forehead.
Even though that Ji Yunxiao wasn’t her, and their vibes were totally different, it was still the same face as hers.
And Lin Qianwei didn’t believe in transmigrating into a book.
Even if she said, “That woman in the video isn’t actually me,” Lin Qianwei would just think she was making excuses.
And… Gao Xiaohong actually kept a backup of this video? Not only did she not delete it, she even sent it to Lin Qianwei?
A flash of anger appeared between Ji Yunxiao’s brows.
Even though that night, the original body and Gao Xiaohong didn’t kiss or do anything more, since she transmigrated in before that, she still had to struggle to break free, and ended up pinning Gao Xiaohong’s wrists down.
If someone wanted to use this to stir up trouble between her and Lin Qianwei, it’d be all too easy.
Just a little editing would do it.
The more Ji Yunxiao thought about it, the worse her expression got.
In fact, that’s exactly what Gao Xiaohong did.
She first sent Lin Qianwei an edited video, and even claimed she had something even juicier, but Lin Qianwei didn’t buy it.
Lin Qianwei used a few tricks, and Gao Xiaohong didn’t dare mess around anymore.
This time, she obediently handed over the full video and deleted all the backups.
And what Lin Qianwei showed Ji Yunxiao was the unedited video.
Realizing the video hadn’t been maliciously edited, Ji Yunxiao was a little surprised, and the anger between her brows faded a bit.
Finally, when the whole thing finished playing, Ji Yunxiao looked at Lin Qianwei and tentatively said, “If I told you… that the Ji Yunxiao in the first half of the video isn’t me, would you believe it?”
Lin Qianwei sneered.
“You think I’m that easy to fool?”
Ji Yunxiao sighed.
“Alright.”
She was telling the truth, but unfortunately, it just didn’t sound believable.
Lin Qianwei glanced at her, thought for a moment, and replayed the video.
Ji Yunxiao groaned, “Can we not watch it again?”
Lin Qianwei stared at the screen, her voice cold.
“No.”
It was basically a public execution.
Ji Yunxiao never would’ve guessed that Lin Qianwei called her over just to make her watch this.
After the third round, Lin Qianwei finally turned off the video and looked at Ji Yunxiao.
She asked, “At least the Ji Yunxiao in the second half is you, right?”
Ji Yunxiao was a little stunned.
“Yeah.”
Lin Qianwei walked over, staring at her.
“In that case, the things you said later were from the heart, weren’t they?”
Ji Yunxiao looked at the person she liked, so close, and was a little dazed.
“What did I say?”
Lin Qianwei’s face was expressionless.
“Need me to remind you?”
Ji Yunxiao answered sincerely, “Yeah.”
“You…” Lin Qianwei seemed a little annoyed again, but quickly pulled herself together, stood up straight, and seriously replayed the scene from that night, coldly reciting the lines: “You don’t like wild girls like this?”
Hearing her say something like that with a straight face, Ji Yunxiao almost burst out laughing.
Instead of answering, Ji Yunxiao shot back, “Wife, what’s so wild about you?”
Seeing her like this, Lin Qianwei’s face flushed without her realizing it.
She wanted to go over and argue with Ji Yunxiao, but ended up tripping, and Ji Yunxiao quickly caught her.
The two of them tumbled together onto the sofa.
Feeling the soft curve pressed against her face, Ji Yunxiao’s heart started pounding uncontrollably.
After Lin Qianwei pushed herself up, she was both embarrassed and angry.
She tried to leave, but Ji Yunxiao grabbed her wrist.
Ji Yunxiao held her down and said, “Since you played that video, let’s talk about what happened after that night.”
Ji Yunxiao’s gaze was intense.
“Qianwei, I know it was you who took me to the hotel afterward.”
She lowered her voice, gentle.
“Actually, I’ve always wanted to ask—did I hurt you that night?”
