Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities Chapter 855: Tong Jiayin Looking for Gu Yang’s Hair

Chapter 855: Tong Jiayin Looking for Gu Yang’s Hair

Editor: Henyee Translations

Gu Yang took the dicine obediently, following Gu Jin’s instructions.

After taking the dicine, Gu Jin stayed with her for half an hour before they left the office together.

Despite Gu Yang’s compliance, Gu Jin couldn’t completely relax. “Yangyang, if you feel any discomfort, you must tell imdiately.”

Gu Yang nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes! Sister, don’t worry!”

Living in the sa dormitory and often attending classes together allowed Gu Jin to keep a close eye on Gu Yang’s condition, which put her more at ease.

After taking the dicine, Gu Yang responded well with no adverse effects.

At Capital University, Tong Jiayin used the excuse of nstrual cramps to return to her dormitory during a physical education class.

Normally, the dormitory was bustling with people, requiring her to be cautious about her actions. But now, the dormitory was quiet, and she was alone.

She approached Gu Yang’s bed and started rummaging through the hairbrush and hair ties on her table.

Typically, when combing or tying hair, strands would inevitably fall out and collect in combs or twist into hair ties.

To Tong Jiayin’s disappointnt, Gu Yang’s desk was spotless, devoid of a single strand of hair. Even the floor appeared ticulously cleaned, making it impossible to discern any fallen strands.

Gu Yang’s popularity at school was evident. Apart from visits from Gu Jin and Qiao Manman, girls from the Physics Departnt often dropped by her dorm, offering snacks or seeking help with problems.

Tong Jiayin sighed and focused on Gu Yang’s bed.

Surely, a few strands of hair must have fallen during her sleep?

She was just about to inspect the bed when the door suddenly swung open. Su Ziyun’s concerned voice echoed from the doorway. “Jiayin, are you okay? I made brown sugar water for you!”

Startled, Tong Jiayin’s hand slipped, nearly causing her to stumble down the stairs.

Su Ziyun stood frozen at the doorway, clutching the brown sugar water. Being a frequent visitor to the dormitory, she recognized Gu Yang’s bed imdiately.

“Jiayin, what’s going on?” Su Ziyun asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Already feeling guilty, Tong Jiayin’s heart raced even faster when she was caught in the act. She quickly shut the door and hissed at Su Ziyun, “Keep quiet and don’t say a word.”

Startled by Tong Jiayin’s stern tone, Su Ziyun nodded nervously. “Jiayin, don’t worry. We’re good friends. I won’t say anything.”

She wasn’t concerned about Tong Jiayin’s intentions towards Gu Yang; her main worry was preserving their friendship.

Upon discovering that Gu Yang and Gu Jin hailed from the Eight Great Clans of the capital, Su Ziyun felt a mix of surprise and regret. She wished she had treated them as well as she did Tong Jiayin.

Despite her efforts to win their favor afterwards, the Gu sisters remained indifferent towards her. Realizing her efforts were futile, Su Ziyun resigned herself to relying solely on Tong Jiayin.

Tong Jiayin knew Su Ziyun well enough to know she wouldn’t dare to challenge her, so she gave her a warning and left it at that.

“Jiayin, were you searching for sothing just now? Do you need my help?” Su Ziyun asked, curious.

Knowing it involved her biggest secret, Tong Jiayin couldn’t divulge the truth to Su Ziyun. She stared at her coldly and replied, “Don’t be too nosy.”

Su Ziyun imdiately fell silent, but her curiosity lingered.

After being caught by Su Ziyun, Tong Jiayin abandoned her search for hair.

Glancing around discreetly, she noted that Gu Yang’s bed was impeccably made, devoid of any stray hair on the mattress or blanket.

Considering Gu Yang’s thick hair, Tong Jiayin reluctantly admitted that Gu Yang’s cleanliness and precision extended even to her personal space.

She ssaged her brother Tong Sinian: [Brother, I couldn’t find any of Gu Yang’s hair.]

As Gu Yang’s roommate, Tong Jiayin had assud this task would be simple, but Gu Yang’s ticulous habits proved otherwise.