Chapter 29

Transmigration Diary 29
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Wen Shiyu did not expect Su Yan waiting in the hall when she opened her door.
Almost like guarding it.
Su Yan hesitated—then steady as ever: “Surf?”
Wen Shiyu knew Su Yan wanted a private talk—and she needed to explain the chaos. “Okay.”
Surprisingly Su Yan really surfed first—and taught carefully.
Salt wind—Su Yan sometimes adjusted her wrist—steadied the board.
No other topic.
Su Yan silent—Wen Shiyu did not broach it.
Under the umbrella—cold coconut—Su Yan looked at the horizon.
“Cefalina…… is the finest of this Cavendish generation.”
“Cousins exist—but none match her gift, character, or what the family expects.”
Pause—side glance: “She had a little sister who died very young. Her mother never had another child.”
“Cavendish…… values blood and marriage. But the more they want a gifted heir like Cefalina, the more risk—some children become sacrifices to that gamble.
Genes are unfair—uncertain.”
Coconut paused in hand—stunned.
She had heard—some pairings make genius or autism.
Su Yan might mean that double edge.
Heavy heart—unlucky—maybe she was more like the lost sister—orphan abandoned.
Su Yan continued: “So Cefalina may be the sole heir of the next generation.
Her parents will be brutal choosing her mate—I think she knows.
That’s why she wanted a perfect match as a child. Keeping this child now…… maybe silent rebellion.”
Soft sigh: “I don’t know when duty and heart truly clash—what she’ll choose.
Or…… if she has a choice at all.”
Wen Shiyu thought this was a warning not to want Cefalina—
Instead it felt like care—for her.
Su Yan knew how to speak.
About to say she could not go further with Cefalina—
Su Yan turned calm to herself: “Su family…… cannot match Cavendish history—but we’re an international group.”
“……Huh?”
“And I have an older brother and sister—both Alphas. One well matched in marriage—the other taking the main business.”
Su Yan’s profile warmed slightly—“So my parents…… have no must-achieve expectations for me.”
Eyes wide—why say this?
Rushed: “Su Yan—it’s Charlotte—she gave me the idea—”
Full plan—pretending to crave power—all to make Cefalina hate her.
Su Yan understood—realized what her words implied—ears faint red.
“……I see.” Low.
“Charlotte always has schemes. Whether they work…… is another matter.”
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In the villa Cefalina with Charlotte.
Charlotte leaned close—tablet—new season fashion—coquettish:
“Cefalina—which suits me?”
Gentle patient: “This color flatters you. This cut is playful—all good on you.”
“Really?” Happy laugh—always loved Cefalina’s taste—wear what she praised—
So Cefalina would like her more.
Especially when small—after the sister’s death—Cefalina’s eyes water-soft—voice tender.
Now tone still soft—but gaze drifted to window or door—waiting—not fully here.
Charlotte probed: “Wen Shiyu…… surfing with Su Yan again?”
Nod—in the sisterly warmth a girlish complexity crept in rare to Charlotte.
“Who knows—didn’t tell me.” Frown—then small smile—
“But it’s fine—she’ll come back to me.”
Charlotte blank—tone—expression—wrong.
Should hate Wen Shiyu more—not less?
Phone—family call—window—low:
“I’m fine…… baby developing well.”
Family more worried—insisted trusted doctor for full exam.
Reluctant—but vacation was already a concession—could not refuse.
……
Wen Shiyu and Su Yan returned.
At the door Su Yan lightly caught her wrist.
“A way to see how Cefalina really feels about you now.”
Low—glance at villa—“Charlotte’s tricks need Cefalina to hate you—right?”
Blank.
Does Cefalina…… not hate her?
Better lately—but she thought only pregnancy scent need—
No reason not to hate?
Su Yan pulled her closer—angle from the glass would look tighter than reality.
Wen Shiyu lost.
Su Yan rare shy: “……If you were going to kiss someone—how would you usually do it?”
Before answer—
“Wen Shiyu!”
Cefalina displeased from the door—breath uneven—eyes on the pair.
Only standing—not kissing—relief—but too close—especially Su Yan holding her hand.
Beckon: “Wen Shiyu—come here.”
Su Yan let go—Wen Shiyu walked—too slow—
Pulled away: “You—come with me for the checkup this afternoon.”
Too abrupt—excuse—ears red: “After all…… we’re somewhat…… related.”
Charlotte followed—
Saw Cefalina run mid-call—unclear—
Checkup— “Can I come?”
Shake head: “You stay.”
Charlotte bit lip—
Wen Shiyu stole Cefalina’s focus—
Infuriating.
Su Yan sighed to Charlotte: “What exactly did you have Wen Shiyu do?”
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Afternoon exam room—Dr. Frank in person—Wen Shiyu dared not greet.
Cefalina asked Wen Shiyu along—then sulked inside—ignored her.
Quiet chair—watch nurse draw blood.
Frank handed soft tape for waist—
Wen Shiyu took it—gentle around still-slender waist.
Cefalina looked down at clean face—soft touch—lips moved—
Low at last: “……You surfed with Su Yan—didn’t tell me.”
Hesitant—how answer—
“Did she drag you?”—want to blame Su Yan—
Pushing Su Yan felt wrong—small admit: “……I wanted to go too.”
Brow knit—
Wanted to say she surfed too—if not pregnant they could together—
Why say that?
Wen Shiyu should chase her—not others.
Big idiot.
“No more after this.”
Tape number—waist above standard—
Heart tight—more worry—looked at Frank not answering Cefalina—
Distracted—angrier—turned away.
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B-ultrasound after—Wen Shiyu out first—Su Yan and Charlotte waiting.
“Doctor says abnormal progesterone—edema and hyperplasia in the uterus…… womb did enlarge.”
No improvement.
Su Yan and Charlotte exchanged worried looks.
Harder to accept when pseudocyesis runs deep.
Charlotte deep breath: “Old plan scrapped—new way.”
Wen Shiyu felt she failed the Cavendishes—nodded—
Cefalina emerged—saw three talking—
Odd—coughed for Wen Shiyu’s notice—
Only Charlotte came—
Wen Shiyu and Su Yan still close talking—
Mood crashed.
Stupid Alpha.
All day sulk—no calling Wen Shiyu.
Unknown to her Wen Shiyu tried not to cling either—
Barely spoke.
Night—belly ache from anger?—
And Wen Shiyu did not come find her.
What kind of idiot—behave and she might let her see the baby sometimes—
Now—birth done—kick Wen Shiyu out!
Very cruel thoughts.
Then intimacy flashes—embrace kiss skin and more—first times—
Heart panic—she chose silence—but no Wen Shiyu ever again—
Chest tight—sour sad—
Hormones flooded—huge wave of hurt—
Wen Shiyu outside—
Worried—no scent today—hesitated at door—
Heard a sob inside—
“??”
Pushed in—Cefalina knees hugged—red eyes—
Rushed over—“Cefalina—what’s wrong—hurting?”
Guilty—distance alone failed—neglected until this—
So hard.
Could not watch her suffer—could not only cling either—worsens pseudocyesis—
Maybe only hate—closeness makes her nauseous—wake faster?
Cefalina startled—embarrassed wail—covered mouth—red—
But care felt warm—
Petulant question anyway:
“Tell me—is surfing with Su Yan more important—or me?”
“Huh?” “You—of course you.”
“Then why ignore when I said don’t go—” hurt again.
Blank. “You said that? Sorry—I was recording waist—didn’t hear.”
“I’m wrong—I won’t go.”
Flustered apology—sulk broke—almost laugh through tears.
“Why did you come find me?”
“I—” “Afraid you needed my pheromones.”
“Hm.”
Who needs pheromones—Wen Shiyu missed her surely—
Ignore her later—Wen Shiyu would be heartbroken—
Cloud to sun instantly.
Glance at half-kneeling Wen Shiyu—
Tilted—hair aside—petulant:
“My waist aches…… rub it.”
Ah—sat beside—
Pressing—Cefalina purred like a cat.
“Wen Shiyu…… am I much fatter?”
“No.”
“Legs feel thicker—”
Skirt edge lifted—pose—
“……Ugly now?”
Swallow—“……Impossible.”
Peach scent drifted—
Red—smug—“……Keep rubbing.”
Ears red—obedient—soon—
Fingers clutched sheet—nasal:
“Wen Shiyu—”
“Mm?”
“……My butt’s sore too—”
Wen Shiyu: “……”
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Next days Cefalina ordered her more—unnecessary tasks—
Hold the phone while she watched—
Turn book pages on the sofa—
Remote in hand—make Wen Shiyu change channel—
Fetch trivial things—
Each obedience—corner of mouth up—
Like throwing a ball—watch the puppy fetch.
Only Wen Shiyu more lost.
She did not mind small chores—never refused.
Su Yan and Charlotte watching—faces unreadable.
Please—they’re joined at the hip now?