Chapter 32: Scumbag & The Grand Exit

When Jiang Wenting carried Yi Lan against her shoulder, Yi Lan woke up once midway.
She wanted to struggle, but smelling the faint scent of osmanthus from Jiang Wenting, she couldn’t help but close her eyes again.

From the basement to the thirtieth floor, the elevator took fifty seconds to ascend.
For these fifty seconds, Yi Lan subtly inhaled the scent from Jiang Wenting’s embrace.

With a ding, the elevator doors opened.
Beiye pressed the elevator button.
After Jiang Wenting carried Yi Lan out, Beiye herself slid her suitcase to the front, skillfully entering the apartment’s password.

The security door opened, and the cozy scent of the apartment wafted out.
Beiye dragged the heavy suitcase inside, sitting on the shoe bench to change shoes.
Jiang Wenting carried Yi Lan further in.
On the entryway shelf, the familiar waving cat figurine was still continuously waving its paw.
Jiang Wenting paused for a moment as she passed it.

By this time, Beiye had changed her shoes.
Seeing Jiang Wenting’s gaze fall on the waving cat, she stepped closer, calling softly: “Jiangjiang?”

Jiang Wenting gave an “Mm,” and moved her feet.

Beiye followed behind her, weakly asking: “Are you thinking of Xiao Ru?”

Jiang Wenting: “No.”

Beiye: “Then why are you staring blankly at the waving cat?”

Jiang Wenting didn’t speak.

That waving cat was something Xiao Ru had brought back three years ago on Jiang Wenting’s birthday from the nearby ceramics market.
At the time, there was a heavy rainstorm, and a car accident occurred.
When Jiang Wenting and the rescue team arrived, Xiao Ru stood in the pouring rain like a drowned rat, clutching a gift box.

When she saw Jiang Wenting, despite shivering from the cold, she still curved her almond-shaped eyes and smiled sweetly at her.
She presented the gift box with both hands: “Jiang Wenting, Happy Birthday.”

Jiang Wenting, usually gentle, lost her temper at Xiao Ru that day.
After returning, she placed the gift in the most conspicuous spot in the house.

For so many years, the two lived under the same roof like sisters, and many of the items in this apartment were also jointly purchased by them.

“Jiangjiang,” Beiye, following behind her, couldn’t help but tease, “If you miss her, just say it!
“Why are you still refusing to admit it?”

Jiang Wenting: “I don’t!”

Her tone was even more stubborn than her words.
After saying that, she carried Yi Lan towards the bedroom.

Beiye trailed behind sheepishly: “Are you two still sleeping in the same room?”

Jiang Wenting ignored her, quickening her pace.
As she entered the room and placed Yi Lan on the bed, she felt a force on her shoulder.
She looked down, and the person in her arms had, at some point, opened her eyes.
Yi Lan’s hand pressed against Jiang Wenting’s shoulder, the platinum diamond clover bracelet glinting on her wrist.

Their gazes met.
Yi Lan’s heroic eyes narrowed, her thin lips parted slightly, and she uttered two words: “Scumbag.”

Before Jiang Wenting could react, Yi Lan had already struggled out of her arms, sitting alone on the bed, her narrowed eyes wrapped in a layer of coldness: “Get out.
“This General will not live in the same room as you!”

Jiang Wenting: “…”

Seeing her frozen in place, Yi Lan got off the bed, grabbed Jiang Wenting’s wrist, and vigorously pulled her out of the door.
Within seconds, Jiang Wenting was practically shoved out of the room, and with a “slap,” the bedroom door was slammed shut.

Yi Lan was satisfied.
In a blink, she noticed Beiye still standing nearby, watching the drama with relish.

Thinking of how Beiye had kept mentioning other people while Jiang Wenting was holding her just now, Yi Lan felt a surge of anger.
After a moment’s hesitation, she pushed Beiye out of the room as well, then fiddled with the door until it was locked.

The room was quiet again.
Yi Lan adjusted her sleeves, then walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to admire the view.

The Wen Yuan neighborhood was next to an elevated highway, making it relatively noisy.
Jiang Wenting preferred quiet, but her budget was limited at the time, so she chose a top-floor unit.
Looking down from the window now, it seemed exceptionally high.
Yi Lan tilted her head, observing.

The greenery downstairs was bathed in golden sunlight.
Passersby, occasionally seen, were infinitely small.
Further ahead, cars came and went on the elevated bridge, emitting a faint hum.
It was a very strange sensation.

She quietly admired the view for a while, then withdrew her gaze and paced the room, observing carefully.

An eighteen-meter puff bed, with light beige satin sheets.
Yi Lan walked over, her slender fingertips touching the pillow on the bedside.
It felt very smooth.

She picked up the pillow, examining it.
A faint scent of osmanthus lingered on the pillow, very similar to the scent on Jiang Wenting.

Jiang Wenting!

Thinking of Jiang Wenting’s distracted look as she carried her in, Yi Lan felt a surge of anger.
She threw the pillow onto the soft bed, punched it a few times, but still felt unsatisfied.
She then slithered onto the bed and bit the pillow.

She tossed and turned on Jiang Wenting’s bed, kicking the neatly laid sheets into disarray.
She wrapped herself in the quilt, inhaling the unique scent of that person within it.
It felt very comfortable and peaceful.
Soon, she fell into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, Jiang Wenting, who had been driven out of her room, miserably took a shower in the secondary bedroom.
She didn’t even have a proper set of pajamas to change into, making do with an old outfit pulled from her suitcase.

Beiye, curled up on the sofa watching TV, saw Jiang Wenting emerge, and once again couldn’t contain her laughter.

She covered her mouth, “Hahahaha,” tears welling up in her eyes.
“Weren’t you also kicked out?”

Beiye mimicked Yi Lan’s gestures, pointing at the security door: “Scumbag, get out.
“This General will not live in the same room as you!”

Jiang Wenting was speechless.
She took a hairdryer and went to the TV area to blow-dry her hair.

Beiye laughed for a while, then found it uninteresting.
She took out her phone and asked Shen Jinglan when she would arrive.
By the time Jiang Wenting finished drying her hair, Beiye had finally returned to her normal self.

Jiang Wenting glanced at her: “Why aren’t you laughing anymore?”

She waved her hand: “I can’t laugh anymore,” then asked: “Oh right, Jiangjiang, what are you planning to do?”

Jiang Wenting: “What do you mean, ‘what’?”

Beiye said: “Xiao Ru, with Yi Lan’s jealousy, if she still stays here as your sister, those two are guaranteed to have conflicts!”

Jiang Wenting’s delicate brows furrowed slightly: “I don’t want to deal with it, let them do whatever they want!”

Rarely did she lack the demeanor of an older sister.

Beiye tilted her head: “Still angry?”

Jiang Wenting pursed her lips and complained to her friend: “This child has been spoiled by us all these years.
“If we don’t teach her a lesson this time, I think she’ll still act recklessly in the future!”

Beiye, hearing the words “act recklessly,” couldn’t help but laugh: “It’s not that serious, Jiangjiang, is it?”

Jiang Wenting’s face was cold: “How is it not?
“You and Yi Lan have spent so much time together, you watched her run after the car so miserably, and she didn’t feel any softness!
“Even a stranger, seeing her chase so desperately, would feel bad, wouldn’t they?”

“That’s true!” Beiye deliberated, “But she probably also thought you would come out and bring her back, right?”

“What if I hadn’t come out?” Jiang Wenting’s voice was urgent.

Beiye was left speechless.
After a while, she added: “I’m sorry, Jiangjiang, I’m also responsible for this.
“You can’t blame Xiao Ru entirely.”

Jiang Wenting’s anger subsided.
She glared at her: “Neither of you is any good!”

Beiye chuckled: “Then Jiangjiang, can you please not be angry with Xiao Ru anymore?
“I think she’s quite sad.
“She even cried when she entered the high-speed train station that day.”

Jiang Wenting’s heart twinged upon hearing that Xiao Ru cried.
She said grumpily: “I didn’t really mean to blame her.
“Yi Lan’s knees and palms hurt for an entire week.
“Every time I changed the dressing, looking at those wounds where the gravel had dug in, I just felt the pain.”

Beiye: “I understand, Jiangjiang.
“If the injured person was Shen Jinglan, I’d cry my eyes out!”

Jiang Wenting said no more, taking the hairdryer and walking towards the storage cabinet.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Beiye, who had just been advising not to be angry, now sprang to the door, yelling as she ran: “Ah, my wife is back!”

Jiang Wenting: “…”

The apartment door opened.
Beiye, like a sloth, hung around Shen Jinglan’s neck, looking up at her: “Wifey, did you miss me?”

Shen Jinglan lowered her gaze, her eyes gentle.

Beiye pouted, whining: “Wifey, I want a kiss.”

Shen Jinglan glanced inside, then lowered her head, planting a light, fleeting kiss on Beiye’s forehead.

“Mm, ah, no way!”

The other party still clung to her neck, refusing to let go, like a child.
Shen Jinglan had no choice but to kiss her mouth, deepening and prolonging the kiss.

Jiang Wenting turned her head, only to see the two of them passionately kissing, practically inedible!

She said: “Alright, you two!
“Showing PDA in front of a single person like me?
“You don’t even need to eat dinner!”

Only then did Beiye reluctantly detach herself from Shen Jinglan, taking her hand and walking into the apartment: “Wifey, I’m telling you, Yi Lan is absolutely hilarious!
“She kicked Jiangjiang out of the room…”

This incident, from start to finish, she had repeated to Shen Jinglan countless times, but at this moment, Shen Jinglan still responded to her with a low, sensual voice, patiently listening to every one of her shared stories.

Jiang Wenting took out some newly listed Longjing tea from the storage cabinet to brew for Shen Jinglan.

“Lan Jie, a clingy person like her, who can tell the same joke ten times, only you can handle her, right?”

Shen Jinglan responded faintly: “Don’t be envious, you can do it too.”

She asked Jiang Wenting: “Is everything settled with Grandma?”

Jiang Wenting: “Mm.
“Beiye and I discussed that if Grandma finds out, we’ll say it was you, Lan Jie, who instigated us.”

Shen Jinglan nodded: “Understood.”

She returned to the main topic: “I’ve also mostly taken care of things on my end.
“Zhou Jing said she wants to meet Yi Lan.
“When are you two free?”

Jiang Wenting was still a little nervous: “Lan Jie, do you really think Yi Lan is suitable for the werewolf role?
“I’m worried…”

Shen Jinglan interrupted her: “If you’re willing, she’s suitable.
“Yi Lan is very smart.
“With a little guidance, she can grasp it.
“You don’t need to worry about her body.
“For some highly difficult movements, I can step in.”

Jiang Wenting: “Thank you, Lan Jie.”

Beiye: “Jiangjiang, don’t be so polite.
“Wifey is mainly creating opportunities for me to ship you two,” she said, wrapping her arms around Shen Jinglan’s neck, her soft lips rubbing against her chin: “Isn’t that right, wifey?”

Shen Jinglan: “Yes.”

Jiang Wenting knew that Shen Jinglan wasn’t doing this just to ship them.
She simply wanted Yi Lan to be legitimately in the crew, so that others wouldn’t look at her with strange eyes.

Jiang Wenting understood, she understood it all.

Shen Jinglan finished saying what needed to be said and stood up: “Xiao Ye, let’s go home.”

Jiang Wenting wanted to keep them for dinner, but Ms. Shen didn’t stay a moment longer.
After throwing out “I have things to do when I get back,” she took her lover and left.

Yi Lan, half-asleep, heard the sound of the door opening and shot up from the bed, running barefoot out of the room.

The bedroom door had been locked by her.
She studied it for a long time before finally twisting it open.
With a messy head of hair, she chased outside: “Jiang Wenting, you’re not allowed to leave!”

Jiang Wenting, Shen Jinglan, and Beiye were waiting by the elevator.
They all froze when they saw Yi Lan stumble out, chasing them.

Jiang Wenting was the first to react.
She went to meet Yi Lan, pulling her into her arms to soothe her: “I’m not leaving, I’m not leaving.
“Lan Jie and Beiye are going back, I’m just seeing them to the elevator.
“I’m not leaving, not leaving, okay!”

Yi Lan was a little agitated, her heart beating very fast.
She clutched Jiang Wenting’s clothes tightly, her fingertips turning white from the force.
Even a woman as calm as Shen Jinglan was shocked at this moment.

Beiye quickly reassured her: “Yes, Yi Lan, Jiangjiang is just seeing us downstairs.
“This is her home, she won’t leave!”

The woman in Jiang Wenting’s arms slowly calmed down, the tension in her heart gradually subsiding.
She gently pushed Jiang Wenting, slipped out of her embrace, and walked back to the room barefoot.

Beiye and Shen Jinglan exchanged glances, signaling Jiang Wenting to go back and comfort her.