If he finds her so disgusting, why did he dance with her?
“Why didn’t you tell your mom you danced with me?”
Ying Yun’s gaze swept past Yang Xueyi, then he sneered: “Why didn’t you tell your mom you were delivering food to me?”
Yang Xueyi was about to faint from anger: “You damn tattletale!”
“Yang Xueyi, as if you’ve never tattled on me. How many times have you run to my mom and exaggerated things? Only officials are allowed to set fires, but the commoners can’t light lamps? Only you can tattle, but I can’t?”
Ying Yun looked at Yang Xueyi: “When I was nineteen, I got an allergic rash and went to the dermatologist. What did you tell my mom? You said you saw me outside the STD clinic.”
Yang Xueyi averted her gaze and loudly argued: “Was I wrong? It’s called the Dermatology and STD Clinic, I just got nervous seeing you at the Hospital and was worried about you, so in my panic I left out the first few words!”
“You really are quite the artist with your omissions,” Ying Yun said, lifting his eyelids.
“When I split my lip playing basketball, you’d always play audiobooks in the living room, and every story had the male and female leads kissing so passionately they bit each other’s lips, then lied about it. My mom never believed I got hurt playing ball—she was convinced I was dating someone, and kept hinting that young people need to know restraint.”
Did that really happen?
Yang Xueyi didn’t remember.
She’d tattled on Ying Yun so many times she’d lost count.
If she couldn’t remember, it basically didn’t happen.
Yang Xueyi decided to ignore Ying Yun’s questions, lifting her chin: “Don’t think I’m dying to see you! I’m not going to live in your family’s house anymore! I have my own place!”
“Good.”
Ying Yun didn’t argue, just nodded.
“Hope you keep your word. Let’s not see each other again.”
Yang Xueyi stormed off in a huff.
She hoped this really would be the last time she ever saw Ying Yun in her life.
Why hasn’t this annoying guy had a big misfortune yet?
Why don’t her birthday wishes ever come true!
Yang Xueyi secretly moved into her new apartment without telling Ms. Yang Meiying, still busy every day sending out resumes and going to interviews.
Although her job search wasn’t going smoothly, the “Medical Translation Guild” public account finally updated two nights ago, which gave Yang Xueyi a glimmer of hope—
The Medical Translation Guild was teaming up with several translation companies to launch a translation training course.
Though the course charged a fee, it wasn’t expensive.
Rumor had it there were sponsorships from translation associations and several major universities’ foreign language departments, aiming to further train translation talent in the medical field.
The Medical Translation Guild still wasn’t hiring for now, but Yang Xueyi had already made up her mind.
This time, the instructors were not only partners from translation companies but also professionals with medical backgrounds and fluent English.
As long as Yang Xueyi signed up for the course, she’d have a chance to meet Zhong Tian again.
At least she had to get to know him, so she could recommend herself and maybe get a job at the Medical Translation Guild.
So, Yang Xueyi almost couldn’t wait and signed up immediately, waiting for the course notification.
At the same time, she bought some professional books on medical translation and began studying.
With the extra money from the charity banquet translation gig, plus over twenty thousand yuan she’d gotten from Ying Yun, she was getting by just fine lately.
But just as her life was starting to look up, Yang Xueyi received a call from Ms. Yang Meiying—
“Xiaoxue, have you seen Ying Junior lately? I don’t know how he’s doing…”
Ying Yun?
Since last time, Yang Xueyi had been lucky and hadn’t seen that annoying guy even once in over a month.
If nothing unexpected happened, she probably wouldn’t ever have to see him again.
“If you haven’t seen him, that’s fine.”
Ms. Yang Meiying sighed.
“By the way, I’m not working at Ying Yun’s Family anymore.”
Yang Xueyi was shocked: “Mom, you quit?”
For ten years, Yang Xueyi had dreamed that her mom would quit sooner so they could get away from that annoying Ying Yun.
Now that her dream had come true, it all felt too sudden and unreal, making her suspicious.
“They don’t need a live-in maid anymore? Or was there some trouble?”
“No trouble. Something happened at Ying Yun’s Family,” Ms. Yang Meiying didn’t want to say more, only saying simply, “Anyway, they don’t need me now. In a couple of days, help me pack up the maid’s room, I’ll move to our new apartment for a while and look for a new job.”
Yang Xueyi hung up the phone, her head spinning.
Her mom was leaving Ying Yun’s Family and moving into the new apartment.
Since she claimed to be staying in the company dorm and working during the day, she’d have to move out overnight.
So, Yang Xueyi had no choice but to contact Qiao Qianqian and crash at her place for a few days.
Luckily, Qiao Qianqian agreed readily, and drove over that very afternoon to pick up Yang Xueyi.
After not seeing each other for a while, Qiao Qianqian, even though she’d pulled several all-nighters for work recently, still looked radiant and full of energy—making the unemployed, sleep-deprived Yang Xueyi look even more worn-out by comparison.
“You really are wasting your good looks,” Qiao Qianqian said disapprovingly when she saw the dark circles under Yang Xueyi’s eyes.
“I told you to try nourishing yin and boosting yang, but you never listen.”
She lowered her voice: “I’ve been dating a fitness coach lately. Great lung capacity, can kiss for a really long time, feels amazing.”
Yang Xueyi wasn’t in the mood for that stuff.
Qiao Qianqian had a boyfriend, and Yang Xueyi was already imposing by staying with her—she just hoped she could find a job soon.
But her mom had said something happened at Ying Yun’s Family…
Did something go wrong with Mr. Ying’s business?
Did they go bankrupt?
So they couldn’t afford a live-in Auntie anymore?
Qiao Qianqian curled her lips.
Well-informed as always, she knew the inside scoop: “They didn’t go bankrupt—Yuan Yang Shipping is actually doing even better.”
“But something big did happen. It was last month—Ying Yun’s dad was celebrating his sixtieth birthday, and a pregnant young woman showed up at the party, made a huge scene, and demanded that Ying Yun’s dad take responsibility…”
Yang Xueyi paused, completely unprepared for this turn of events: “The child is Mr. Ying’s?”
“Yes.”
“So what happened?”
“What could happen? Divorce, of course. The mistress is three months from her due date, insisted on taking maternity photos, and even asked me to do the shoot. I said I was too busy, even though the pay was good—I just didn’t want to make money that way.”
Yang Xueyi couldn’t believe it: “So Mrs. Ying just divorced and gave way to the mistress? And Ying Yun didn’t do anything?”
“What could he do?”
Qiao Qianqian’s tone was sympathetic.
“He’s not even Mr. Ying’s biological son!”
“After the mistress crashed the party, Mr. and Mrs. Ying got into a huge fight, and that’s when it came out that Ying Yun and Mr. Ying aren’t related by blood.”
“The only son isn’t his, but now the mistress is having his real child. It’s a late-in-life son, so of course she gets the title and the child is born. With such a big family business, they can’t let it go to an outsider.”
Yang Xueyi was completely unable to accept this, utterly shocked.
Usually it’s ‘the cat replaces the prince’, but for Ying Yun, the prince turned into a cat…
“So Ying Yun… he was adopted?”
“It’d be better if he were adopted,” Qiao Qianqian said with some pity.
“I heard he was actually the result of his mom’s affair with her first love. After the scandal broke, she got the divorce certificate and immediately took some money and fled abroad, leaving him behind. Mr. Ying used to treasure him, but now he despises him.”
“One day the crown prince is deposed, now he’s kicked out! Even the most dramatic web novels don’t go this far—Ying Yun’s really had a run of terrible luck.”
“Just think about how big a fall that is. It’s pretty tragic. Is he cursed this year or something?”
Yang Xueyi, though she’d wished for Ying Yun to have bad luck, never imagined he’d be hit this hard.
Though this young master’s temper was truly infuriating, to go from the clouds to the mud like that… she couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for him.
But she really hadn’t seen Ying Yun.
His black avatar still quietly sat in Yang Xueyi’s contact list, their chat history frozen at the last time he transferred her a large sum of money.
On the surface, nothing seemed to have changed, but in reality, everything was different.
Ying Yun never smiled much to begin with.
Now, Yang Xueyi thought, this “young master” probably would never smile again…
People who smile are supposed to have good luck.
For him to be so miserable, he must not have smiled enough before.
Thinking of her own wishes, Yang Xueyi felt a little guilty.
If he’d smiled at her more in the past, maybe she wouldn’t have made those birthday wishes, and maybe he wouldn’t have ended up so unlucky…
But that’s not something Yang Xueyi could control.
It’s probably like how, at funerals, no one speaks ill of the dead.
Now that Ying Yun’s luck had crashed, Yang Xueyi actually felt a rare sense of peace, deciding not to hold grudges over the past—after all, they’d probably never meet again.
Ms. Yang Meiying only stayed at the new apartment for two days before finding a new employer through interviews, so she packed up and moved in as a live-in Auntie again.
Crisis averted, Yang Xueyi didn’t want to impose on Qiao Qianqian, who was in the throes of new love, so she packed her things and moved back home that very day.
Back in her warm home, Yang Xueyi was in a great mood, humming as she headed to her room.
But as she passed the bathroom, she heard the sound of running water—
Someone was taking a shower.
“Mom?”
Yang Xueyi felt a little guilty, so she decided to take the initiative.
She opened the door herself: “You’re still home? I just got back, do you want to have lunch…”
A few seconds later, the “lunch” she meant to say turned into a scream.
In the steamy, cramped bathroom, she opened the door and ran straight into Ying Yun.
He was just turning off the faucet, stepping out of the shower.
Because of Yang Xueyi’s voice, he looked up instinctively, and their eyes met in the warm, misty air.
Yang Xueyi had never hated her 5.2 vision more than at that moment, but her naturally good eyesight and reflexes made her see everything—whether she wanted to or not.
Even with the steam, nothing could hide Ying Yun’s body.
Yang Xueyi didn’t want to see Ying Yun at all, especially not the completely naked, not-a-single-thread-on-him Ying Yun.
Her face flushed instantly, and her earlier scream was cut off as abruptly as a cigarette being snuffed out.
The visual shock was so overwhelming, she couldn’t even scream again—she just turned around as if she’d seen a ghost and slammed the bathroom door shut.
Sitting in the living room, hands shaking as she poured herself a glass of hot water, Yang Xueyi’s heart was still pounding uncontrollably.
Ying Yun’s figure was incredible—on par with a classical Greek nude sculpture.
Pecs, abs, that V-line—everything was there, all in perfect proportion, except…
Down there…
Terrifying!!!
Isn’t this pervert a bit too well-developed…
Yang Xueyi felt like she was going to have nightmares tonight.
Ugly, ugly, ugly!
The male body!
So ugly!
Her eyes were dirty now, absolutely filthy.
But all that paled in comparison to one thing—
“Mom! Why is Ying Yun in our house?!”
Yang Xueyi grabbed her phone, nearly frantic: “Did you give him a key to our home?”