The Mind-Read Heiress: From Impostor to Family Favorite

"Thanks." It was a rare moment of sincerity when Shen Jinghe genuinely expressed his gratitude to Wenyan.

With a giggle, Wenyan replied, "We're both straightforward people, so let's not be superficial about it."

Jinghe was puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Wenyan thoughtfully twisted open the orange juice cap for him.

"Just words and no action, that's not like you, Shen Jinghe. You're thanking me, but where's the action? The low blood sugar fainting incident may not seem like a big deal, but it's no small matter either. Strictly speaking, I saved you. So, could you promise me one thing?"

Jinghe raised an eyebrow, his pale face darkening a shade. "Are you trying to blackmail me??"

Hmph, just as annoying as always.

He must have been out of his mind to have changed his opinion of her before.

"... No! You're making it sound way too serious! I haven't even made my request yet, how can it be blackmail?"

Jinghe sneered, "Say it, how much money do you want?"

"Do I look like I'm short on cash?" Wenyan retorted.

Okay, true, no amount of money is ever unwelcome, but the little that I spent on food isn't worth much. I'd be too embarrassed to make an outrageous demand even if I were to extort her.

"So, what do you want?" Jinghe suddenly looked up at Wenyan. "You're not hoping that I'll take your side and join you in fighting my own blood-related little sister, are you?"

Wenyan: "...…"

[What is he thinking? His thoughts are all over the place. Who wants to go against Shen Zhirou? I have nothing better to do, apparently.]

Jinghe narrowed his eyes.

She didn't plan to fight with Shen Zhirou anymore? So, what on earth did she want to do?

"I didn't want to force you to take my side, just with the 'Lost Voice' production team—"

"No way, don't even think about it."

As soon as he heard the words "production team," Jinghe immediately cut off Wenyan's speech.

"...…" Wenyan, whose words were cut off mid-sentence, could only open her mouth in dumbfounded silence.

[Does he have a problem, seriously!!! I didn't even finish what I was saying]

Insulting him again?! Jinghe's brows knitted tightly together. "Even though Director Zhou and I are friends, I can't possibly abuse that friendship to give you resources for your film."

"I don't want you to give them to me! All I ask is that you let bygones be bygones and stop badmouthing me or tripping me up in front of the director! If I really wanted resources, I'd just go directly to my parents, my mom knows so many big shots in the entertainment industry."

That was true; his mother did indeed have many connections.

Could this insatiable woman's request truly be so modest?

Jinghe squinted his eyes.

Under his scrutinizing gaze, Wenyan began to feel uneasy.

She couldn't help but complain inwardly [I know you're handsome, but being handsome doesn't mean you can just stare at a lady without moving, come on, show some reaction, Shen Top-Tier, Shen Handsome!]

Jinghe: ...... Complain all you want, but why compliment his looks? How is he supposed to keep a stern face now?

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Jinghe averted his gaze and nodded.

"Fine! We're strangers with no connection in public anyway. I couldn't care less about slandering you."

Wenyan: ......

[I swear, Shen Jinghe, you're famously hypocritical. Who was it that told the director she looked down on the industry during the audition?]

This inner outburst reminded Jinghe of something.

He glanced at Wenyan. "Oh right, I forgot to ask you, what kind of craziness got into you that suddenly made you want to act?"

Wenyan was speechless ... his sharp tongue was certainly no injustice.

"It's not craziness; I've just come to realize that I want to do something I like, and better yet, to make a name for myself in it."

"So acting is what you like? But didn't you used to look down on this profession? Despise actors?"

"What for! Even if you've never argued in real life, you must have played it in a drama, right? Who ever keeps groveling and acts all polite when they're throwing down in an argument? That's the time when you're stabbing each other in the heart with words. What I said were just some angry words in the heat of the moment, you can't take them seriously."

Shen Jinghe 'tsk'ed, then asked.

"Did you learn that?"

"No," Wenyan told a little lie, "I figured it out myself. How was it, wasn't my performance today pretty good?"

"It was barely satisfactory."

Wenyan: ...... Fine then, I won't expect any compliments from a sharp-tongued person like you.

In the midst of talking, Shen Jinghe had also nearly finished eating.

He tidied up the trash and put it into a paper bag, not even looking at Wenyan: "There, you've given me food, and I've agreed to do something for you, we're even now, you can go."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

"What about your assistant? A big star like you came to work without bringing your assistant? Did you drive here alone?"

"You sure meddle a lot. My assistant went back to her hometown to get married."

After saying that, Shen Jinghe regretted it.

Why was he explaining things to her? Just a slip of the tongue.

He quickly tried to cover it up: "I told you to leave, so leave. What, do you want to go out and get caught by the paparazzi with me to leech some fame?"

Wenyan: "......"

[This guy can't be using reverse psychology on me, can he? How childish]

"Okay then, I'm leaving."

Despite saying that, Wenyan didn't really leave after exiting the door.

Because she suddenly recalled some memories from the original owner of her body.

Memories about Shen Jinghe.

Shen Jinghe had a history of collapsing from hunger when he was a child because he had been kidnapped by criminals. The young him had been locked in an iron box for two days and nights without food.

That horrific experience left him with considerable psychological trauma; after being rescued, he would frequently have nightmares, and he would start fasting and develop psychological issues whenever he had them.

Over time, his stomach developed problems and so did his blood sugar level. And the most terrifying part wasn't the physical ailments, but the psychological torment.

So Wenyan didn't leave immediately, she was somewhat concerned that something might happen to Shen Jinghe.

She hid behind the door in the emergency passage, and through the glass panel in the door, she could just make out Shen Jinghe's every move.

At this moment, Shen Jinghe had come out of the room.

He first found a trash can to throw out the rubbish, then he began to slowly walk towards the elevator.

Just as the elevator doors opened, he suddenly collapsed, his upper body inside the elevator, his lower body outside.

This was way too dangerous!

Wenyan quickly opened the emergency door and rushed to Shen Jinghe's side.

She helped him up, her face full of disbelief: "What are you trying to prove? How about I take you to the hospital?"

Seeing Wenyan holding him, Shen Jinghe struggled to sit up and put some distance between them.

He frowned uncomfortably: "Didn't I tell you to leave?"

Wenyan was exasperated: "So what if I came back? Let's go, to the hospital!"

"No need, I'll just rest at home and eat something, then I'll be fine."

"Back to the Shen family mansion?"

"Of course not, back to my apartment."

"Alright, give me the car keys, I'll take you."