Chapter 50

Yan Shiqing lay on the bed, unable to escape as her legs were pulled by Shen Qiaoyu.

Most importantly, her mind was filled with all sorts of amorous thoughts. The burning touch of Shen Qiaoyu’s hand on her legs, pulling her back, involuntarily made her fantasize about Shen Qiaoyu holding her tightly and treating her passionately, entering a warm place.

However, in reality, Shen Qiaoyu was very serious. Besides massaging the medicinal oil into her legs, she had no other intentions. She frowned and muttered, “Don’t you want to sleep tonight? If you don’t, I still do. Let’s finish this quickly and go to sleep.”

Come on, it’s just a massage. Why use the word ‘finish’ like that?!

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It seemed Yan Shiqing was truly in pain, as even the base of her neck was reddening and her legs were trembling. She said irritably, “The medicinal oil is dripping down! Press quickly! Don’t dirty the sheets!”

“Oh, oh.” Shen Qiaoyu noticed that indeed, a lot of medicinal oil was slowly trickling down her fair legs.

The blanket barely covered her buttocks and the roots of her legs, with the oil seemingly flowing from there, glistening slickly.

Only then did Shen Qiaoyu realize that the situation might seem a bit too intimate. However, she knew that she had poured the oil just moments ago, and probably because Yan Shiqing’s legs wouldn’t stop trembling, it had flowed everywhere.

She quickly took a few tissues to place under her legs. Then, acting decisively, she pressed down hard for a while before stopping, saying, “All done!”

During this time, Yan Shiqing felt almost tormented to death. Her red lips bit into the fabric of the pillow, clenching tightly. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she softly whimpered.

Until the very end, she experienced a peculiar sensation in her legs. It felt as though they were no longer under her control—burning intensely with a mixture of sourness and numbing tingling.

In a hurry, she swiftly pulled her legs beneath the covers. Even with the sanitary pad, the tight black lace of her bikini caused significant discomfort. It was as if there was an excess of “water” that made it impossible for her to find relief.

Burying her face in the pillow, she called out to the other person, her voice muffled, “Shen Qiaoyu…”

“Mm?” Shen Qiaoyu, who was busy wiping medicinal oil off her hands with a wet wipe, stole a quick glance at her. However, Yan Shiqing had completely curled up under the covers, her face hidden in the pillow. Yan Shiqing softly said, “Do you want to know about the welfare home?”

“Yes,” Shen Qiaoyu responded, nodding. “I always believed that you had been sold by traffickers and ended up in someone else’s home. It seemed like sheer luck that you were found again. I was completely oblivious to the existence of the welfare home.”

She stopped herself, realizing that her words might have been offensive, potentially touching upon a sensitive subject for Yan Shiqing. Recognizing her lack of tact, she added, “I’m not prying into your privacy. I’m simply curious and wanted to ask in general, especially about Qingning.”

Yan Shiqing remained silent, laying there quietly for so long that Shen Qiaoyu believed she had fallen asleep. Then, suddenly, in a slightly hoarse voice, she spoke, “Mu Yang Welfare Home.”

“In reality, I grew up in the Mu Yang Welfare Home from a very young age, alongside Qingning.”

In that moment, Yan Shiqing clutched the bedding tightly, as if she had become two people. The more the snowball of lies was pushed, the larger it became. Yet, she had to continue, “Qingning’s surname is Ji—Ji Qingning. Her parents passed away when she was young, and she was raised by her grandmother, who happened to be the head of the welfare home. There were over thirty other children there as well.”

“We grew up together, but when I was nine, Grandma was diagnosed with cancer. We reached a point where begging under the bridge was our only choice.”

“It was then that I met my parents,” Yan Shiqing suddenly said. “You should search for Yan Yi and see what she has been up to in the past two years. Then everything will make sense.”

Shen Qiaoyu was a bit puzzled. What does this have to do with Yan Yi? And why should she search for her?

But driven by curiosity, she decided to search anyway.

Upon looking, she discovered that after leaving the military, Yan Yi surprisingly also left the service to become a livestreamer.

Now, one can even find her old live-streaming account, which initially featured videos of her family life. These videos showcased her father actively fighting against cancer, her mother dealing with a mental illness, and her twin siblings.

Netizens felt sympathy for her and were touched by her positivity and resilience. They started fundraisers to support her.

Over the past two years, she has become a moderately famous internet personality. Later, when her parents passed away one after the other, she recorded a video where she revealed that before they died, they disclosed to her that she was adopted and that her biological parents were someone else.

So, she began searching for her biological parents online and even revealed her private birthmarks.

In her last video, she announced that she had found her biological parents and thanked netizens for their concern.

The story is quite inspiring, but Shen Qiaoyu couldn’t understand the connection to Yan Shiqing.

In a low voice, she asked, “So…”

But before she could finish, Yan Shiqing interrupted.

“What I want to tell you is that Yan Yi is the biological daughter of my parents. The reason I was brought back then was actually because my mother mistook me for her daughter. To appease her, my father went along with the mistake.”

“They brought me back to the Yan family and promised to pay for my grandmother’s medical expenses. They also made donations to the welfare home so it could continue to operate and even funded the upbringing of other children.”

Yan Shiqing lifted her head, and the corners of her lips curled slightly. It seemed easy for her to talk about these matters, but her eyes betrayed a slight redness. She buried her face in the pillow again, a tear sliding down from the corner of her eye. In a hoarse voice, she asked:

“That’s all there is to know about the welfare home. Now, do you understand my relationship with Qingning?”

“Uh-huh, I understand now.”

At that moment, Shen Qiaoyu didn’t quite know how to feel.

She hadn’t expected to learn something so significant, nor had she anticipated that Yan Shiqing would share this with her.

So, it turns out that it was because of her that Qingning’s grandmother could receive treatment and the welfare home could be preserved.

That’s why her relationship with Qingning was so good and why she used to skip classes to visit Qingning’s sick grandmother.

“I’ve seen it all,” Shen Qiaoyu thought, recalling Aunt Yan’s crazed behavior in the years following her daughter’s abduction. Understandably, such a tragedy could lead to a substitution.

It can be said that a human trafficker created a family tragedy, bringing a lifetime of pain to four people.

Yan Shiqing, fully aware that she’s not the real daughter of that family, still desperately pretends and might harbor her own unspeakable sorrows.

But now that she knows all this, can she still regard the other as her mortal enemy?

Shen Qiaoyu couldn’t help but think that when she marries Qingning in the future, she and Qingning will have to toast Yan Shiqing, who will be sitting at the benefactor’s table. She shuddered at the thought, realizing that Yan Shiqing must be very important to Qingning – her benefactor. What if one day the benefactor has a change of heart, realizes she likes Qingning, and competes for her love? Such a rival would be too formidable indeed! Yan Shiqing must be an unparalleled presence in Qingning’s heart!

Shen Qiaoyu’s thoughts were already awry by now, conceiving Yan Shiqing as the number one love rival!

However, at that moment, Yan Shiqing suddenly asked, “Do you know why I’m telling you all this?”

“I don’t know,” Shen Qiaoyu replied, somewhat afraid of her now. Every time this woman spoke, it seemed to bring surprising revelations.

“Yan Yi, my father’s biological daughter, was supposed to replace me and marry your brother in a family alliance. But she refused, so my father threatened my career and forced me into the marriage,” Yan Shiqing explained slowly.

“I had no choice but to agree to the marriage alliance with the Shen family. There was no way I could fight against such a huge corporation,” she added.

“But I don’t want to marry your brother. That’s why I’m revealing all this to you. Would you be willing to enter into a fake marriage with me?” Yan Shiqing asked.

Shen Qiaoyu encountered these words and was stunned: “!!!”

Shen Qiaoyu was surprised by the abrupt proposal. “A fake marriage?!” she exclaimed.

“Yes, a fake marriage,” Yan Shiqing replied calmly. She bit her lip slightly and lowered her long eyelashes to hide the shadow in her eyes as she told a lie, “My partner is a man, and he wouldn’t be at ease if I were to have a sham marriage with another man. But if it’s with a woman, he wouldn’t worry.”

Shen Qiaoyu frowned and blurted out, “Aren’t you bisexual? Doesn’t he know that?”

Yan Shiqing: “…”

Shen Qiaoyu: “Ahem, sorry.”

“But that’s just the way it is. I think you should really talk to your dad about it. A fake marriage isn’t really a solution.”

Shen Qiaoyu added, “Plus, I have a girlfriend, and she definitely wouldn’t agree to it…”

“…”

She fell silent for two seconds, then suddenly thought, “No, Yan Shiqing is Qingning’s benefactor. Qingning might just sacrifice her, her girlfriend, and agree!”

Yan Shiqing looked at her steadily for a few seconds, saw her obvious panic, and couldn’t help but smile and suggest, “Why don’t you ask your girlfriend if she agrees?”

“No need!” Shen Qiaoyu interrupted her, feigning indifference, “There’s nothing to discuss. I will absolutely not agree to a fake marriage with you!!!”

After saying this, she got out of bed to wash her hands in the bathroom, turned off the lights in the room, lay down, and said, “Let’s not talk anymore. It’s time to sleep.”

“But you haven’t applied any medicated oil on your leg yet,” Yan Shiqing said, moving closer to her with dissatisfaction. She snatched half of the blanket away from Yan Shiqing.

Moreover, Shen Qiaoyu turned over, her back to Yan Shiqing, and said, “No need. I used to undergo intensive training in the military, and the next day would be just the same. I’ll be fine for sure.”

Yan Shiqing was somewhat annoyed by Shen Qiaoyu’s firm rejection. She didn’t speak again but also turned over, lying with her back to her.

Both of them lay back to back under a single blanket and took out their phones simultaneously.

Shen Qiaoyu quickly sent a message to Qingning. Her heart was in turmoil like boiling water, a restless flutter.

[Qiao Qiao!!! Has Yan Shiqing mentioned to you about having a fake marriage?!]

She immediately replied, [She mentioned it.]

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