Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Seeing her in that state, Bai Jing was shocked.
In her eyes, Su Yue had a weird personality. She seemed to be heartless. If something made her unhappy, she would forget about it the next instant.
She went back and sat on Su Yue’s bed. “What’s wrong?”
“I hate Uncle Ming’s fiancée. I hate that he treats her so well,” Su Yue explained. She pressed her lips together, seemingly troubled.
Bai Jing sized her up and probed, “Su Yue, do you like him?”
It startled Su Yue. “R—Really?”
Her mind started to flood with memories of the times she spent with Ming Ansheng. She began to feel guilty.
“I think you’ve started to like him. Why else would you feel this way?” Bai Jing told her in a serious tone of voice.
Su Yue covered her knees with the blanket and rested her chin on her knees. She frowned and pursed her lips, saying, “But I still dare to look at him.”
Bai Jing froze and remembered what she had told Su Yue previously about how it felt to like someone.
She smiled. “Everyone is different, so the feeling varies among individuals.”
“I don’t want to like him. I hate him, I don’t want to talk to him ever again,” Su Yue said, burying herself in the covers once again.
Actually, she was feeling shy and started to blush. She didn’t want Bai Jing to see it.
Her words and actions made Bai Jing think she was too innocent to the extent that she was a little childish.
She asked, “What are you going to do if you don’t like him?”
To like someone or not—was it within our control?
Would she lose her feelings for him just because she said that she didn’t like him?
If only she could…
“What do you mean, ‘what are you going to do’?” Su Yue asked, revealing her face again. She frowned and said, “He already likes someone, so I can’t like him.”
He had a fiancée. Furthermore, he loved her to bits, just like how Third Brother loved Third sister-in-law.
If she liked him, she would become a mistress.
No… She couldn’t become a mistress. A mistress was the most despicable thing in the world to ever live.
If she liked him and got together with him, they would call their future children illegitimate—just like her.
Su Yue recalled her experiences growing up and terror filled her.
Suddenly, she grabbed onto Bai Jing’s arm and in sheer agitation, she asked, “Bai Jing, you can’t tell anyone. Can you keep it a secret for me?”
She didn’t want to be a mistress. She didn’t want her future children to be like her.
She feared that this situation would befall her. Su Yue’s voice trembled as she said, “Although I don’t like that woman, he does. They are getting married. I can’t like him.”
Her mother was a mistress, and everyone knew that she was an illegitimate daughter.
But she didn’t want to bring the matter up. She couldn’t tell Bai Jing about the immense fear within her.
“Aish.” Bai Jing heaved a deep sigh. She then nodded gently. “Mm, I won’t tell anyone.”
“Thank you, Bai Jing.” Su Yue wrapped her arms around her, eyes glistening with tears.
“We’re best friends,” Bai Jing said, patting her back. She then had an idea and her eyes flashed. She gently pushed her away.
She said to her, “Su Yue, you have so many suitors. Why don’t you date one of them? Maybe you’ll forget him.”
Su Yue frowned. “Really?”
