Chapter 79: Chapter 79: Two Women Fighting Over One Man? The Woman in Question Has No Idea
"Heh... Pretending you don’t know what’s going on just because you lost. Yun Zijin, you’ve been lying to yourself for so long you’ve actually started to believe it."
"What do you mean, ’lost’? Was I in some kind of competition with you?"
Yun Zijin felt there was something she was missing. ’How could I, the person supposedly involved, have no idea when I supposedly lost some competition to them?’
"Classmate Yun, it’s nothing. She’s just mistaken..."
Zhao Wenwei, however, stepped forward at this moment to smooth things over. Yun Zijin could see a hint of guilt on his face.
Yun Zijin looked at Zhao Wenwei. "What misunderstanding? Care to elaborate?"
Zhao Wenwei didn’t speak, but his expression was one of profound embarrassment.
"Hmph! Everyone in school knows you have a crush on Zhao Wenwei. But thank goodness, Wenwei has good taste and didn’t fall for you. Now, he’s my boyfriend.
You know, just having a pretty face isn’t enough. What’s important is family background!"
The girl looked at Yun Zijin, her expression utterly smug.
Hearing the girl’s words, Yun Zijin was completely baffled. ’Since when do I have a crush on someone?’
"Who did you hear that from?"
Yun Zijin was genuinely shocked. ’Have university rumors really gotten this ridiculous?’
"It’s all over the school’s confession wall. And you never denied it. If you don’t deny it, that’s the same as admitting it, isn’t it?"
The girl said it as if it were a matter of fact.
"Has it ever occurred to you that I’ve never even looked at the confession wall?"
During her time at school, she was either in class or on her way to a part-time job every day to pay for her tuition and living expenses. She barely knew her own roommates, let alone had time to browse the confession wall.
If she had that kind of time, she would have rather found another part-time job.
If she had known someone was spreading such rumors about her, she definitely wouldn’t have stayed silent.
"Then what about the photos of you deliberately following my boyfriend to class?!
And this one. He’s playing basketball, and you’re standing on the edge of the court holding a ball. From this angle, isn’t it obvious you’re watching him?"
The girl took out her phone, went to the school’s confession wall, and quickly found the relevant post.
Yun Zijin took it and glanced at it. To be honest, if she weren’t the person involved, she’d probably misunderstand just from looking at the photos, too.
Too bad for them, she *was* the person involved.
"Who owns the account that published this post?"
Yun Zijin didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but she had to find the person who started the rumor.
For three whole years, she had no idea she was one of the female leads in a classic "two girls fighting over one guy" drama on the school’s confession wall.
"Why should I tell you? Wait, you’re an orphan who relies on part-time jobs to get by. What are you doing here?
Looking at you... don’t tell me you were... MMPH!"
The girl was cut off mid-sentence when Zhao Wenwei clapped a hand over her mouth.
Yun Zijin glanced at Zhao Wenwei but said nothing more.
Meanwhile, Su Mengyao, who had gone to the "private room" with a sales associate to look at bags, finally came out. The SA behind her was conspicuously holding an orange Hermes shopping bag.
"Zijin! I got it! Guan Xueting? What are you doing here?"
Su Mengyao had been so focused on Yun Zijin that it took her a moment to notice Guan Xueting standing nearby.
Hearing Su Mengyao call out Guan Xueting’s name, Yun Zijin raised an eyebrow. ’So they know each other?’
"It’s not like you own this place. Do I need your permission to be here?"
From their interaction, it was clear they couldn’t stand each other.
"No, you don’t need my permission. But I wonder how long ’someone’ has to build up their purchase history just to get one bag. Unlike me... it feels so good to get the bag on the spot, you know?~"
Su Mengyao shifted slightly, revealing the shopping bag in the SA’s hands.
When a bag is held separately by an SA like that, you don’t even have to guess what’s inside.
Guan Xueting was left speechless by Su Mengyao’s words. She shot a glare at Yun Zijin before dragging Zhao Wenwei by the arm to find an SA and buy something.
"Her name is Guan Xueting?"
Guan Xueting had just come up and called her by name without introducing herself, only mentioning Zhao Wenwei’s name.
’I didn’t expect her to know Su Mengyao.’
"Yeah. Zijin, don’t be fooled by her looks. If you’re not careful, she’ll screw you over."
"Sounds like you’re speaking from a wealth of experience."
’If she hadn’t been screwed over so many times, she wouldn’t be this wary.’
Su Mengyao shot Yun Zijin a glare. ’Don’t you know you’re not supposed to call people out like that?’
The two of them treated the encounter with Guan Xueting and Zhao Wenwei as a minor interruption, not letting it affect their shopping mood in the slightest.
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Soon, it was the day of the Lu Family patriarch’s birthday banquet.
Knowing Yun Zijin would be attending the banquet, Cheng Jun had already used her connections with makeup artists to book Han Chun—known in the entertainment industry as "Magic Hand"—and her team to come do Yun Zijin’s styling first thing in the morning.
With her limited connections, Cheng Jun felt that just being able to contact Han Chun’s team was the best she could do, and she hadn’t held out much hope.
But unexpectedly, Han Chun’s team actually agreed.
Yun Zijin didn’t know much about these things, but after listening to Cheng Jun’s enthusiastic and detailed introduction of Han Chun, she had a basic understanding of the supposedly famous stylist.
From the moment Han Chun entered Villa No. 1 and saw Yun Zijin, the look of utter amazement on her face was completely unconcealed.
With her reputation as "Magic Hand," she had worked as a makeup artist for A-list, B-list, and even top-tier celebrities throughout the entire entertainment industry.
Initially, she hadn’t planned on accepting Cheng Jun’s invitation, but then she came across the photo of Yun Zijin that Cheng Jun had sent over.
With just one look, Han Chun felt she had found her muse.
Doing makeup and styling for her goddess muse was, of course, a duty she couldn’t refuse.
And that’s how Cheng Jun’s invitation succeeded.
"Mu... No, I mean, good morning, Miss Yun."
Han Chun almost let it slip.
"Hello. It’s only 7 a.m., you’re all here so early.
I haven’t had breakfast yet. Have you eaten? Would you like to have some with me?"
Yun Zijin greeted the group.
She had just finished washing up and hadn’t eaten yet.
’Han Chun’s team is here so early, I wonder what time they woke up.’
"No, no! We all had breakfast before we came."
As a styling team, they sometimes woke up earlier than chickens and went to bed later than dogs. Working at all hours of the day and night was a common occurrence.
Waking up at five or six in the evening was considered a rare and normal schedule for them.
"It’s fine. It would be a bit awkward for you to just watch me eat. Please, just have a few bites. You can think of it as relieving my awkwardness of eating breakfast alone."
Yun Zijin walked to the dining table and sat down, and a maid quickly came out with breakfast.
"The kitchen made extra today. Why don’t you all sit down and have a little something?"
Wang Minli had just overheard Yun Zijin’s invitation to Han Chun’s team. Seeing that Yun Zijin had been refused, she pretended not to know and extended the invitation again.
Being invited a second time, Han Chun’s team felt too embarrassed to refuse again, and they all bashfully took seats at the table.
The breakfast spread on the table was extensive, with both Chinese and Western-style dishes.
Although they had all said they’d already eaten, once they sat down and picked up their utensils, they couldn’t stop.
All they could say was, professionals are professionals. There was a world of difference between breakfast made by a private chef hired by a wealthy family and what you’d buy from a breakfast shop outside.
