Miss Yi’s meaning is…?
Qiu Baiyu thought carefully; a person without reason would pay attention to a stranger and even say this is how it should be. It indeed sounds quite perverse, but the words have already been spoken…
She looked towards Yi Wanyue.
Yi Wanyue and Jiang Zimin were sitting on the piano bench, playing a four-hand duet.
Although it was called a four-hand duet, it was actually Jiang Zimin playing, and Yi Wanyue was just accompanying her.
Yi Wanyue was also playing the hand drum with her.
Jiang Zimin was so happy that her eyes were filled with sparkling stars.
The scene was very harmonious and beautiful.
Qiu Baiyu chose to keep her mouth shut and not explain.
Upon careful thought, there wasn’t really anything to explain; everyone knew that Jiang Shen liked Yi Wanyue, including the original owner. Perhaps Yi Wanyue had already known that the original owner was aware of this matter?
So, paying some attention to a rival… was also quite normal.
Qiu Baiyu sat alone, very composed.
She didn’t plan to join Yi Wanyue and Jiang Zimin in their musical games; today, she was only responsible for accompanying Jiang Zimin here and not for playing along with them.
Feeling bored, Qiu Baiyu turned to pick up Yi Wanyue’s pants and small canvas bag that were placed on the sofa.
A faint, elegant fragrance wafted over.
The pants were very clean, and the bag was also very clean; it was clear that Yi Wanyue had really taken good care of them—she was indeed someone who kept her promises.
Qiu Baiyu’s expression softened as she put the pants into Jiang Zimin’s bag, planning to take them back together later.
Once she tidied up, she raised her head and found Yi Wanyue walking towards her, while Jiang Zimin remained in place, sitting on the small sofa by the window, playing with various instruments.
Yi Wanyue sat down beside her.
“Miss Qiu, have some fruit; don’t be shy.”
Upon hearing this, Qiu Baiyu slowly sat up straight. “Okay.”
She plucked a green grape and put it into her mouth. With a gentle bite, the translucent skin instantly burst open, revealing the crisp and sweet flesh inside.
Seeing her eyebrows move, Yi Wanyue’s eyes brightened slightly, revealing the same expression she had when eating tomato scrambled eggs last night—she was very satisfied with the grape.
“It’s very sweet and delicious,” Qiu Baiyu commented.
The juice was sweet, and the texture was good, so she honestly took another one.
“Thank you.”
Yi Wanyue smiled and said, “It’s good that Miss Qiu likes it.”
Then the air fell into silence.
They sat on the sofa, keeping a distance between them, silently watching Jiang Zimin play the drums happily.
After a while—
“I saw you at Fengyi Elementary School,” Yi Wanyue suddenly said.
Fengyi Elementary School, Jiang Zimin’s school.
Qiu Baiyu paused her movements while holding the grape. “What did Miss Yi go there for?”
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“Just to visit my alma mater.”
“Oh, so that place is your alma mater.”
“Yes, I just didn’t expect to see Miss Qiu handling matters in the first-grade office.”
Handling matters?
It made sense; dealing with campus bullying was indeed handling matters.
Qiu Baiyu nodded and bit into the grape, admitting it.
Yi Wanyue didn’t expect that the rumored Mrs. Jiang was the interesting parent in the office.
She liked interesting people, so when she officially met Qiu Baiyu, she was both surprised and delighted, but there was still some confusion.
Before meeting this Miss Qiu, she had heard people say that Miss Qiu was not good to Jiang Zimin—indifferent, unconcerned, and inattentive.
But the reality was not like that.
“You treat Zimin very well.”
If she weren’t good, she wouldn’t stand up for Jiang Zimin at school;
If she weren’t good, she wouldn’t have remembered to take Jiang Zimin away after scolding Jiang Shen;
Today, she even willingly accompanied Jiang Zimin here, even though she would be sitting idle and waiting.
After hearing this, Qiu Baiyu’s expression remained unchanged. “It’s only right.”
Another answer like that.
But this time, it was sincere.
Leaning against the sofa, Yi Wanyue couldn’t help but look at Qiu Baiyu’s back after hearing those three words. Her beautiful eyes, which were clear and bright, showed a hint of curiosity and confusion.
“Only right?”
What does this ‘only right’ mean?
Qiu Baiyu looked at the carefree Jiang Zimin and calmly said, “Taking good care of her is my responsibility.”
She needed to take care of Jiang Zimin as part of her agreement with the system to prevent her from going down the wrong path.
Jiang Zimin was like her younger self; she wanted to protect her younger self.
Most importantly, she was being paid for it.
Yi Wanyue raised an eyebrow, opened her mouth, and then closed it again.
Qiu Baiyu viewed caring for Jiang Zimin as a responsibility. Was she truly doing it with genuine sincerity and willingly acting as Jiang Zimin’s stepmother?
Why? For Jiang Shen?
She had clearly scolded Jiang Shen in front of so many people yesterday, yet here she was, selflessly caring for his child?
Does Qiu Baiyu still really like Jiang Shen?
The atmosphere fell into silence. After a moment, Yi Wanyue spoke again: “You scolded him in front of so many people last night; it doesn’t seem like you like him.”
Her words stopped there, unfinished.
Qiu Baiyu turned to meet her gaze. “Miss Yi’s meaning is…?”
Yi Wanyue sat with her arms crossed, still looking calm and composed, but her gaze now held a hint of scrutiny. “Isn’t maintaining a marriage without feelings a very exhausting thing?”
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Hearing this, Qiu Baiyu felt a sudden sense of refreshment.
In the few days she had been here, Yi Wanyue was the first person to say such things to her; she was even the female lead—so much better than that male lead who only knew how to rage ineffectively.
However, everyone understood the reasoning; putting it into practice was particularly difficult because the male lead was a lunatic.
He was nothing but a selfish and arrogant man who had to call the shots, embodying all the flaws of typical male leads.
Qiu Baiyu withdrew her gaze, her tone calm and devoid of emotion. “I can’t get a divorce yet.”
Yi Wanyue gently furrowed her brows, not responding, but continued to look at her with curiosity.
Jiang Zimin had a wonderful time playing at Yi Wanyue’s house and, when leaving, said goodbye with extra enthusiasm.
“Thank you, Auntie, for teaching me so many instruments today, and also, thank you for the gift~”
Yi Wanyue gave her a small toy piano, which could be placed on a table as decoration and could produce sound.
Yi Wanyue said that the piano belonged to her, and she could play it whenever she wanted.
Yi Wanyue smiled and said, “You’re welcome; as long as you’re happy.”
Then she turned to Qiu Baiyu and said, “Be safe on your way back.”
Qiu Baiyu nodded. “Okay, thank you, Miss Yi, for hosting us today.”
After saying this, she carried the small canvas bag in one hand and held Jiang Zimin’s hand as they walked into the elevator, completely disappearing from Yi Wanyue’s sight.
As the elevator doors closed, Jiang Zimin excitedly said, “Auntie Wanyue is really amazing; she can play so many instruments! She’s so smart!
“Auntie, can I come to her house to play again next time?”
“I don’t know; you’ll have to ask her about that,” Qiu Baiyu said. “I’m not very familiar with her.”
Not familiar at all—really not familiar, their conversation was polite and distant.
She didn’t quite understand what Yi Wanyue had said to her today.
Why did Yi Wanyue suddenly say those things to her?
Was it purely out of kindness, or was there another purpose? For example… did she actually like the male lead and want her to leave him?
Thinking of this, Qiu Baiyu unconsciously tightened her brows.
Although the script was set up this way, Yi Wanyue didn’t seem like the type to like that lunatic male lead—wait, could it be that she had already developed feelings for him?!
That couldn’t be…
Seeing Qiu Baiyu frowning from the elevator, Jiang Zimin gently shook her hand, her fingers gesturing at her brow. “Auntie, why are you frowning?”
Qiu Baiyu came back to her senses and, after a two-second silence, said, “I’m practicing my expression.”
After saying that, she then made a few completely expressionless faces with a serious demeanor.
“Practicing expressions?” Jiang Zimin said excitedly. “Then I’ll join in too!”
She turned to face the shiny elevator walls, raising her eyebrows for a moment, then scrunching her nose, full of energy.
Qiu Baiyu couldn’t help but chuckle and reached out to pat the top of her head.
Yi Wanyue stood at the door, watching the two leave.
After the elevator doors closed, she didn’t rush back inside but instead stood at the entrance with her arms crossed, leisurely gazing at the elevator doors while replaying Qiu Baiyu’s words in her mind.
—It’s only right.
—Taking care of her is my responsibility.
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—I can’t get a divorce yet.
The more she thought about it, the more confused she became, and she found it increasingly difficult to understand.
Qiu Baiyu had said “it’s only right” twice.
The first time she said it, Yi Wanyue thought it was just polite, perhaps because she had done some homework in advance for the visit, so she didn’t pay it much attention.
But the second time, combined with what she said afterward, made it a bit more nuanced.
Taking care of Jiang Zimin was a duty; she was like a mother, embracing and protecting Jiang Zimin.
She also said that she and Jiang Shen “couldn’t get a divorce yet.”
The two statements connected, and a guess slowly emerged in Yi Wanyue’s mind—
Qiu Baiyu still harbored feelings for Jiang Shen, and “not being able to get a divorce” meant… she couldn’t leave him?
Yi Wanyue raised an eyebrow.
Did the seemingly clear-headed Miss Qiu really still like Jiang Shen?
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