My Straight Girlfriend with Skin Hunger Syndrome - Chapter 125
Chapter 125
What Yi Shanshan had been anticipating soon came to pass.
That very day, Yi Tian’s attempts at communication proved futile. The very next morning, Yi Shanshan woke to discover that all her supplementary bank cards linked to the family account had been suspended.
“Awoo!” Upon seeing the bank notification on her phone, Yi Shanshan leaped excitedly out of bed, shaking Ying Yuan and shouting, “I told you! Their tactics are so predictable! Cutting off my financial lifeline is like ripping the heart out of their own child!”
Ying Yuan immediately countered, “Shanshan, I’ll earn money for us.”
Yi Shanshan stared, wide-eyed. “I can earn money too!”
Ying Yuan opened her mouth to reply, “I mean… I’ll work hard so you don’t have to struggle so much…”
Yi Shanshan jabbed a finger forcefully against Ying Yuan’s forehead. “That’s where you’re wrong, girlfriend! How can you be like everyone else, thinking I’m just a spoiled, lazy princess who lives off others?!”
Ying Yuan: “Ah…”
Yi Shanshan: “If you can earn money, so can I! You have talent and strength—do you think I don’t have those too?!”
Ying Yuan nodded vigorously. “Absolutely, absolutely!”
Yi Shanshan: “I’m far smarter than you bookish blockheads! I’ve got plenty of ways to make money.”
Yi Shanshan hopped off the bed and scurried over to the display cabinet, flinging open the glass door. “Look—these limited-edition figures I bought before? Their resale value has already doubled!”
She yanked open a lower drawer. “Watches, jewelry—I only buy pieces with sky-high resale value.”
Yi Shanshan tilted her head back, beaming with pride. “And the closet’s overflowing with designer bags. Even if I’m a leech, I’m a leech who knows how to secure her own nest egg!”
Ying Yuan suddenly remembered. “Shanshan, that two hundred thousand yuan you sent me in case the project went south is still untouched. Senior Qi’s funding is stable now, so we probably won’t need it.”
Yi Shanshan darted back to Ying Yuan, blinking innocently. “But what if my dad goes to the bank demanding you return the ‘ill-gotten gains’ I transferred? All my cards were linked to his account.”
Ying Yuan hesitated. “Well… wouldn’t that be a hard case to prove?”
Yi Shanshan: “Disgusting you is enough. Even if I sue you, you might not win in the end.”
Ying Yuan: “Ah… that would indeed be troublesome.”
Yi Shanshan leaned closer. “Scared now, huh?”
Ying Yuan: “Not scared. I’ll face whatever comes…”
Before she could finish, Yi Shanshan pressed a finger to her lips, teasing, “Yes you are! You’re scared~”
Her eyes sparkled mischievously, clearly hinting at a backup plan.
Ying Yuan: “…Alright, I’m scared.”
Yi Shanshan leaned in even closer, pouting her lips. “Then give your Big Sister a kiss, and I’ll save you.”
Ying Yuan: “…We’re the same age.”
Yi Shanshan narrowed her eyes. “Hmm?”
Ying Yuan kissed her lips, softening her voice to indulge her. “Big Sister, save me.”
“Awoo!!!” Yi Shanshan jumped up excitedly. “Say it again! Say it again!”
Her eyes crinkled with delight as her hair swayed wildly. She seemed utterly unfazed by the potential trouble ahead.
“Big Sister, Big Sister…” Ying Yuan chuckled.
Yi Shanshan was utterly satisfied. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her voice, clear and melodious as a nightingale’s, rang through the room.
“Don’t worry, Little Sister Yuan! Big Sister has plenty of tricks up her sleeve!”
“The moment I turned eighteen, I opened my own bank account. Transferring funds from the supplementary card to my own is a piece of cake.
“I can withdraw cash and redeposit it, sell secondhand items, or even invest in stocks and securities.
“Most second-generation rich kids crumble when their financial support is cut off because they’ve always taken these privileges for granted and never planned ahead. Of course, the biggest problem is their extravagant spending and love of showing off. They can’t bear living a normal life, yet they lack the skills to earn money themselves.
“But I’m nothing like them. I strategize and plan ahead!”
Yi Shanshan patted Ying Yuan’s cheek. “Don’t worry, Babe. The money I gave you came from my own account—a voluntary gift. I won’t take it back.”
Hearing this, Ying Yuan felt much more at ease.
It wasn’t about the 200,000 yuan itself. The money had been an unexpected windfall; losing it wouldn’t be a tragedy.
What truly mattered was Yi Shanshan. It had always been Yi Shanshan.
Yi Shanshan’s actions might have seemed impulsive, but now that things had reached this point, Ying Yuan realized she had been planning her life meticulously from the very beginning.
She was passionate, but not reckless. She had carefully considered every possible outcome, both the best and the worst, accounting for all contingencies.
In this regard, Yi Shanshan was far more mature than most of her peers.
This maturity tugged at Ying Yuan’s heart, and she secretly vowed to spoil Yi Shanshan like a true princess from now on—carefree, at ease, and free to pursue only what brought her joy.
“Thank you, Big Sister Shanshan,” Ying Yuan telepathed to Yi Shanshan. “You’re so smart and amazing! I admire you so much~”
“Aww~” Yi Shanshan happily hugged Ying Yuan’s head, showering her with messy kisses.
At noon, Yi Shanshan received a message from Yi Tian: You want freedom? Fine. I won’t interfere with your life anymore. Live your own life.
Yi Shanshan curled her lips into a smirk. “Another empty threat. So fake. You’d hate it if I actually got my freedom.”
With a flick of her wrist, she blocked him.
That afternoon, Yi Shanshan and Ying Yuan went out to look for an apartment.
Since the Faculty Residences unit wasn’t in Yi Shanshan’s name, they couldn’t wait for someone to come knocking to evict them.
In the same complex where Qi Hongyue had rented her office, Ying Yuan easily found a suitable apartment. After all, Qi Hongyue had already vetted the area for cost-effectiveness, proximity to amenities, and overall environment.
The apartment wasn’t large—a cozy two-bedroom unit—but it came fully furnished and impeccably clean.
Outside the master bedroom window stood a massive ginkgo tree, its leaves currently ablaze with golden splendor. Stepping inside felt like being bathed in the glow of countless tiny golden suns.
“It’s so beautiful,” Yi Shanshan murmured, her eyes reflecting the golden light. “We can lie in bed together and watch the wind carry the leaves down, one by one.”
“Mm,” Ying Yuan replied. “Even though it’s not a high floor, there are no buildings blocking the view, so the natural light is excellent.”
“It’ll be beautiful in winter when it snows too,” Yi Shanshan added. “And in spring, we can watch the new leaves sprout.”
“Let’s sign a one-year lease first,” Ying Yuan suggested. “If we like living here, we can renew it, even if the rent goes up a bit.”
“I want to change the curtains, and we should hang some paintings on the walls that match our vibe,” Yi Shanshan said.
“Your collection is something you really love, so don’t sell any of it for now,” Ying Yuan replied. “We have enough money to live comfortably. I’ll ask the landlord to remove the bed from the side bedroom. We can add more cabinets to store your collection, clothes, shoes, and hats…”
Yi Shanshan laughed. “You’re talking about everything except what matters! I want romance, but all you think about is money, money, money.”
“Just focus on your romance,” Ying Yuan said. “Leave everything else to me. Don’t worry about a thing.”
“I’ll be careful with my spending, so you don’t need to worry so much. Buying clothes and bags to feel superior and envied? I’ve been there, done that. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”
Yi Shanshan raised an eyebrow and leaned in close to Ying Yuan, teasing her, “It’s still not as good as making love to you.”
Ying Yuan: “……”
Her cheeks flushed crimson.
Yi Shanshan tilted her head and leaned against Ying Yuan’s shoulder. “So don’t worry. As long as you keep loving me, I’ll be the happiest little girl in the world.”
“Love you.” Ying Yuan lowered her head and pressed a soft kiss to Yi Shanshan’s head.
With the house settled, they quickly moved in.
Yi Shanshan took great care with their new home, personally selecting and designing many of the decorations and renovations.
Ying Yuan handled the execution, putting all her effort into fulfilling Yi Shanshan’s wishes—from the color of the picture frame nails to the installation of wooden flooring on the balcony.
She tackled the tasks she knew how to do immediately, and learned whatever she didn’t.
With her unwavering enthusiasm and sharp mind, there was nothing Ying Yuan couldn’t master.
Through their joint efforts, the little house grew increasingly cozy and warm.
Every corner filled with their new stories, each glance brought a sense of accomplishment and tender affection.
They woke up here every morning, brushing their teeth and washing their faces with laughter in front of the bathroom mirror, sharing new kisses. Then, always wearing matching couple’s outfits in different colors, they walked hand-in-hand downstairs to class.
Every night, they drifted to sleep here, the kitchen alive with clanging pots and pans as they prepared lavish dinners, or lay entwined on the bed, savoring sweet feasts in each other’s arms.
As autumn deepened, just as Yi Shanshan had hoped, they embraced, watching golden ginkgo leaves flutter down one by one outside their window.
The colder the weather grew, the warmer their little house became.
Life after the utility cutoff brought Yi Shanshan no hardship whatsoever. Instead, it brought her peace and tranquility. No longer burdened by the weight of others’ expectations or coerced by the allure of profit, she no longer had to force herself to attend tedious gatherings or feign pleasantries with detestable people.
She attended her classes, tinkered with her own small business ventures, and returned to her cozy house before nightfall, melting into her lover’s embrace.
This is what home truly is, Yi Shanshan thought countless times.
Those foolish people’s punishment felt like releasing a nightingale from its gilded cage.
Just as I wanted. Just as I wished.