There Are Always Teachers Who Want To Ask Out Parents

Chapter 113: Jiang Yu Extra Story: Sister Likes You (3)

The door slowly closed, and silence filled the surroundings.

Cheng Yan stood frozen in place, her mind blank. The lingering scent of smoke in the air grew fainter. She sniffed and suddenly realized what had happened. Hastily, she rushed to open the door and chased after.

"Sister..."

The long corridor was empty.

She ran with all her might, heading towards the direction of the elevator. Tears streamed down her face, falling to the ground and shattering into droplets. She gasped for air, choking on the influx of air, stumbled and almost fell as she reached the elevator.

She leaned against the wall and blindly pressed the elevator button a couple of times.

The elevator was busy, the numbers constantly changing, going up and down. Finally, after a long wait, she stumbled into the elevator as it arrived. She reached the ground floor, eager to rush out.

The lobby was empty, with only a few departing guests.

Cheng Yan wiped her tears, looked around, and hurriedly rushed towards the exit.

In front of the main entrance was a fountain square, offering a wide view. Landscape trees were planted on both sides, and a shaded path led to the underground parking lot. She stood by the fountain, searching, and a black car emerged from the underground garage, passing by her in a blur before disappearing.

It bore the license plate she had memorized by heart.

She opened her mouth, intending to call out "Sister," but it came out as a choked sob. Her vision blurred with tears, and the silhouette of the car turned into a dark shadow in her eyes.

Is it all over?

….

The car stopped at a traffic light, and Jiang Yu rolled down the window. She absentmindedly opened the music player and selected a soothing instrumental track. As she listened to the calming music, her restless emotions began to dissipate, and her nerves relaxed slightly. Her gaze casually fell upon the clay figurine placed on the center console, and she froze.

[What is this?]

[I made sister, does it look similar?]

[Mm, it does.]

[Can I put it in sister's car?]

[Sure.]

Jiang Yu stared at the figurine, lost in thought. The girl's fair face and bright smiling eyes appeared in her mind, along with their recent conversation. She remembered how happy the girl had been that day, presenting the box to her like a precious treasure. She thought it must have been something extraordinary.

However, she quite liked it.

She liked the figurine, and she liked the person who made it.

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Over the years, she had played and frolicked with countless little sisters. Without exception, they were all pure and lovely in appearance, cheerful and lively in personality, with sweet tongues and smiles. But similarly, they were all too mischievous, impatient, causing trouble every three days and making a fuss every five days, or being overly greedy and demanding from her without restraint.

Having seen it all too often, she grew weary of it, with the freshness lasting no more than a month.

Cheng Yan was different from them, to the point that apart from her innocent appearance, everything else was the opposite.

She was obedient, well-behaved, knew her boundaries, quiet and not troublesome. If she wanted something, she would simply ask directly without resorting to the usual act of teasing and resisting. Because she was so quiet, sometimes appearing a bit slow, extremely prone to shyness, she was a perfect canary.

She had considered keeping her by her side for a longer time.

If only the canary didn't get tempted.

At this age, love was no longer a necessity. She preferred pursuing a sense of accomplishment in her career over seeking love, and besides, her personality was not suited for romance. Ever since she let go of her obsession with Qi Yan, she had seen herself clearly. She didn't want to genuinely invest her heart in anyone, nor did she want to spend time and energy on cultivating a relationship. Even if one day she felt inclined to do so, that person would never be a girl who was more than a generation younger than her.

Recalling the days spent with Cheng Yan, she unexpectedly felt a twinge of guilt.

She was causing harm to a young girl.

Since she couldn't offer any response, it would be better to stop here and avoid potential troubles in the future, she thought.

The green light turned on.

Jiang Yu reached out and removed the clay figurine, placing it back into the storage box, and continued forward.

After parting ways, Cheng Yan never saw Jiang Yu again.

She didn't dare to bother or disturb her, so she apologized and explained through WeChat. She noticed that Jiang Yu hadn't removed her as a friend, which gave her a glimmer of hope. However, days passed without a single reply from Jiang Yu. Her Moments remained unchanged for three days, with no updates. It seemed as if Jiang Yu had suddenly vanished.

She called Jiang Yu's assistant, and the response she received was, "The boss has been busy lately," along with some perfunctory words.

She endured her days in despair and anxiety, but eventually, she couldn't hold back any longer and went to the company to find Jiang Yu, only to come up empty-handed.

The canary that was lost in the cage had been thrown out. Her mind couldn't clear up for a while, still plagued by illusions. She couldn't believe that her sister would just abandon her like this, without giving her any chance, maybe once her sister finished this busy period, she would be willing to see her.

As long as she could stay by her sister's side, even as a pet, what did it matter?

Cheng Yan waited and waited...

She silently followed Jiang Yu on Weibo, observing where she went, which events she attended, and seeing her post beautiful photos. She didn't dare to disturb her too frequently on WeChat, fearing that her sister would find it annoying. She restrained herself for two or three days before daring to send a message. When she missed her sister, she would look at the things her sister had given her and reminisce about their time together over the past year.

And so, she continued to wait.

Cheng Yan didn't wait for Jiang Yu to come, but for Assistant Feng's call.

That afternoon, following the instructions given over the phone, she walked out of the school gate and got into a Mercedes-Benz business car parked nearby. Assistant Feng was already sitting inside, and upon seeing her, she immediately put on a professional smile.

Before Cheng Yan could say anything, her gaze swept around, but she didn't see Jiang Yu's figure. Anxiously, she asked, "Where's sister?"

Assistant Feng paused for a moment and instinctively said, "The boss hasn't returned to the country yet."

The light in Cheng Yan's eyes faded.

She deflated like a punctured balloon.

"Miss Cheng," Assistant Feng didn't forget the purpose of her visit today. She lowered her head and took out a piece of paper from her bag. "The boss asked me to give this to you."

It was a check.

Two million.

Cheng Yan stiffened, staring at the large digits, her face turning pale in an instant. She raised her head and murmured, "What does this mean..."

"Miss Cheng has devoted precious time and energy to accompany the boss for so long. It is only right to receive compensation. Please accept it," Assistant Feng spoke like a perfect robot, her smile and words both formulaic, hollow, devoid of any emotion.

A thunderbolt struck, shattering the world into pieces.

The girl opened her mouth, her voice suddenly gone. She wanted to say something, but no words came out.

After a while, she lowered her head, biting her lip, her fingers on her knees tightly gripping the seam of her pants. The knuckles turned pale, and her shoulders trembled uncontrollably. The overwhelming sourness surged up from the depths of her heart, flooding her eyes. Hot, acidic tears rolled down her face, corroding her skin.

Her long hair covered her profile, also her embarrassment.

Sister doesn't want her anymore.

Two million.

Together with the money her sister gave her in the first half of the year, not more or less than five hundred thousand, it was enough to buy a small two-bedroom apartment in the non-downtown area of Jiangcheng. In her hometown, she could buy five large houses—she was a common person who measured the value of money in terms of houses.

Money came so easily.

How many people worked their whole lives and still couldn't earn this amount?

And she, simply by taking off her clothes and lying down, in just one year, went from a poor student to a wealthy woman.

What more could she want? What could she complain about? What right did she have to be sad?

To put it bluntly, she was just a chicken.

"Miss Cheng?"

"No need, take it away..." Cheng Yan's voice was hoarse. Her nose was so blocked that she couldn't breathe properly, she could only open her mouth and take shallow breaths.

Her heart felt like it had been thrown into a blender, shattered into a pile of mud.

She remembered her sister's gentle whispers at night, the indulgent smile in the morning, those kisses, those "likes," and many, many more... The images shattered into fragments, embedded in her bleeding heart, each piece distinct.

Sister doesn't want her anymore.

She was unwilling to accept it.

She wants to see her sister.

Thinking that Cheng Yan is unwilling to give up, Assistant Feng frowned slightly and said in a formulaic manner, "Miss Cheng, relentless pursuit isn't fun."

Cheng Yan didn't say anything. She opened the door and got out of the car, floating into the school gate like a ghost.

At the end of February, it was Paris Fashion Week.

After several days of shows, Jiang Yu was exhausted. After completing the final show in the morning, she declined the designer's invitation and left early with the team, preparing to go back and rest for two days before flying to Milan.

Coming out of the venue, Jiang Yu wrapped herself tightly in a black down jacket and walked alongside her assistant towards where their car was parked.

The area outside the venue was filled with various vehicles. Models like her, who had fame and a team, were arranged with dedicated drivers for pick-up and drop-off, while new models could only walk or take public transportation. She saw many new faces this year and couldn't help but recall herself from more than a decade ago, along with those difficult times.

It was drizzling, and the cold wind was blowing. The breath she exhaled turned into white mist. The European winter was colder than in Jiangcheng.

As she approached the car, Jiang Yu's phone rang. It was a call from a friend. She asked her assistant to get in the car first and walked outside while talking on the phone.

"Yeah, I'm not back yet."

"Let's talk about it later."

With long, leisurely strides, Jiang Yu descended the stairs, hanging up the phone. As she turned around, she casually caught sight of a person crouching by a stone pillar, looking familiar. Instinctively, she approached for a closer look.

The person happened to lift their head.

Jiang Yu froze.

"Sister..." The girl stood up, staring at her in a daze, a hint of wild joy in her confused black eyes.

It had been nearly two months since she last saw the abandoned canary, and her heart twitched involuntarily.

Thinner, worn out.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to find you..."

It was twelve degrees outside, and the girl was only wearing a thin sweater. She had a small backpack on her back, her sparse bangs were tousled by the wind, her little face and nose were red from the cold, and she tightly clenched her fists, shivering in the chilly wind.

She stole glances at Jiang Yu, looking anxious and uneasy.

Jiang Yu furrowed her brow slightly, said nothing, and grabbed her wrist, leading her back.

"Get in the car."

"..."

Cheng Yan glanced at her and obediently got into the car.

Jiang Yu got in afterwards and closed the door. The driver and assistant were both French, so she casually explained that the girl was a friend and instructed them to go directly to the apartment. She didn't speak again and remained expressionless, staring ahead.

The street was empty, and the car drove leisurely.

Cheng Yan sat quietly, her head slightly lowered, her long hair falling to cover the side of her face. She twisted her fingers tightly, biting her lower lip, feeling both anxious and delighted in her heart.

She saw the messages on her sister's Weibo. Jiang Yu was coming to Paris Fashion Week in February this year. She noted down the specific shows and their times and locations, quietly memorizing them. She mustered up the courage to apply for a passport, visa, and bought a plane ticket, flying over here.

It was her first time going abroad, and she didn't understand any of the procedures. She spent a whole week researching and was terrified, always feeling like she might be sold or encounter some kind of accident.

In the heat of the moment, she didn't think too much before making the decision.

Luckily, her English and French were passable, and she had no trouble with communication. If she didn't understand something, she could ask. She traveled anxiously but relatively smoothly all the way here.

Originally, she didn't hold much hope of meeting her sister. Seeing the celebrities attending Fashion Week online, all heavily guarded and well-protected, she, an ordinary person, might not have the chance to meet them. It was purely a matter of luck.

But her sister wasn't a celebrity. She thought again.

She wandered outside various fashion show venues during her three days in Paris, disappointed time and time again, almost reaching despair.

Today was the last show.

If she couldn't see her sister, she would go back and wait at the company's entrance. Eventually, they would meet.

Luckily, luckily...

Cheng Yan felt grateful in her heart, and her tightly pressed lips curved into a smile.

After a short while, the car stopped in front of a courtyard gate. Jiang Yu grabbed the girl's wrist, led her out of the car, exchanged a few words with the assistant, and walked straight inside.

Entering the house, changing shoes, going upstairs.

"Have a seat."

The room had heating, incredibly comfortable. Jiang Yu led the girl to the sofa, let go of her hand, took off her down jacket, and asked, "Are you cold?"

Cheng Yan sat down and shook her head repeatedly. "Not cold."

"Your hands are so cold, and you still say you're not cold."

Jiang Yu draped the down jacket over the girl's shoulders. Although her expression was blank, her tone was gentle. She poured a cup of hot water and handed it over. "Have some hot water and take a rest."

Cheng Yan hesitated for a moment, a glimmer of light appearing in her dim eyes, feeling somewhat surprised and cherished. She took the water, cupping the mug with both hands, and softly said, "Thank you, sister."

After being exposed to the cold wind for a long time outside, her body couldn't help but tremble. Taking a sip of the hot water, she felt warmth spreading through her.

The little canary looked quite disheveled.

Watching the girl taking small sips of water, clearly nervous as she discreetly glanced at her, while also trying to maintain a composed demeanor, Jiang Yu felt somewhat helpless. Her cold and stern gaze softened in an instant, unable to resist reaching out to tidy up the girl's messy bangs.

"Go back, don't do this anymore."