Chapter 8: The Heiress and the Illegitimate School Bully

“Host, let me quietly tell you—Xiao Yi goes to the school library every Sunday morning, which is three days from now. This is a perfect opportunity to get closer and interact with him. You can prepare in advance, like picking out a suitable outfit and thinking about what topics to discuss in the library, so he can get to know and remember you better.” [Now it’s senior year, and staying on campus is allowed.]

Song Qian joyfully said to the system, “Leng Shuang, three days from now we’ll meet him in the library. Just thinking about seeing him again in that place filled with the scent of books makes my heart flutter like a little rabbit hopping around. What do you think I should wear? How can I leave a good impression on him?”

Leng Shuang thought for a moment and replied, “Host, you could go for a simple and elegant look. For example, a light blue dress that falls around the knees—fresh and graceful, like a fairy stepping out of a storybook. Pair it with white low-heeled sandals to make you appear gentle and generous. Such an outfit is perfect for the library’s environment and will definitely leave a wonderful impression on Xiao Yi.”

Song Qian’s face lit up with a delighted smile, her eyes sparkling as she happily said, “Leng Shuang, you’re amazing! This outfit recommendation is exactly what I had in mind. Wearing it, I feel like I’m radiating an elegant freshness. I can already imagine myself walking into the library, surely catching everyone’s eye. You really know me well!”

A sudden thought crossed Song Qian’s mind. With a glint of anticipation and mischief in her eyes, she whispered to the invisible system, “System, I want a Body Fragrance Pellet.” As she spoke, a subtle current of energy surged through the air, light flickering like stars appearing. In an instant, a round, crystal-clear pellet rested quietly in Song Qian’s palm, its gentle glow reflecting on her face.

The scent emanating from the pellet was like blossoms blooming in a misty spring morning or orchids thriving deep in a moonlit forest—delicate and intoxicating. Song Qian inhaled lightly, her lips involuntarily curling into a smile, filled with curiosity and the excitement of a new journey about to begin. Carefully, she tucked the pellet away, as if holding a key to unlocking an unknown world, her heartbeat quickening ever so slightly.

Once she had the Body Fragrance Pellet, Song Qian’s heart brimmed with curiosity and anticipation. She raised her hand slightly, bringing the faintly glowing pellet to her lips. Without hesitation, she parted her lips and swallowed it down. Instantly, a strange yet wonderful warmth spread from her throat, flowing slowly through every limb and sinew. She felt subtle changes within her body, as if every pore was absorbing this miraculous energy. A newfound lightness and joy surged in her heart, and her eyes sparkled with vitality, filled with dreams and hopes for what was to come.

Carrying her small bag, Song Qian’s face radiated eager happiness. As soon as she stepped through the door, she called out loudly, “Mom, Dad, I’m home!” Her family heard her voice and quickly came out to greet her. Her mother’s face blossomed with joy as she hurried forward to take Song Qian’s hand, looking her over, murmuring, “Oh, my dear daughter, you’re finally back. Have you lost weight?” Her father laughed softly, took the small bag, and said, “It’s good to have you home. Was the trip tiring?” Gently patting her head, the family gathered around Song Qian and walked inside together, filling the house with laughter and warmth.

She approached the soft, worn sofa and settled down, feeling it give just enough to embrace her comfortably. Her gaze swept the familiar surroundings, and in this little world, she found a sense of belonging. This was her home, her sanctuary of the heart. No matter the storms she faced outside, returning here made all fatigue and worries vanish like smoke.

Once inside, Song Qian excitedly shared stories from school with her family—from amusing roommates to interesting classes. Everyone listened eagerly, often bursting into laughter at her tales. During dinner, the table was piled with her favorite dishes. They ate and chatted cheerfully, and Song Qian thought to herself that the time spent at home with family during breaks was truly the happiest moment in the world.

Time flew quickly, and suddenly it was the third day.

With a heart full of nervous anticipation, Song Qian dressed in the light blue dress and white low-heeled sandals, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. After careful preparation, she set off toward the library.

Along the way, she mentally rehearsed what she would say when she met Xiao Yi, her fingers nervously tugging at the hem of her dress. The moment she stepped into the library, her eyes immediately began searching for him. Her heart pounded wildly—partly afraid that something unexpected might happen, yet filled with hope for a wonderful time with Xiao Yi. Surrounded by the scent of books and the tranquil atmosphere, she was ready to embark on a new, thrilling encounter.

Perhaps because it was a holiday morning, the library was nearly empty.