He transmigrated into the body of the school heartthrob's spoiled ex-girlfriend, and he insiste

Walk through the winding corridors.

We went around a rockery.

We finally arrived at the main hall.

The gate was open.

The warmth from the heating wafted in, carrying a faint scent of sandalwood.

Wen Ning stood at the door, her calves feeling a little cramped.

This is not a living room.

This is clearly a museum.

A high ceiling and huge mahogany beams.

Several ink paintings hung on the wall, all signed with the kind of names you only see in textbooks.

The display shelf was filled with porcelain; any one of them could probably buy a house.

The main position in the very center.

An elderly man dressed in a Tang suit was sitting there.

His hair was gray, but he was in good spirits, and he was playing with two walnuts in his hands.

Not angry.

It was none other than the pillar of the Jiang family—Old Master Jiang.

Sitting next to him was Jiang Ci's father, dressed in a suit and tie, with a serious expression.

On the other side is Jiang's mother.

She wore an exquisitely crafted cheongsam, a fur shawl, and had meticulous makeup and sharp eyes.

A joint trial by three courts.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Wen Ning hid behind Jiang Ci, like a frightened quail.

She gripped Jiang Ci's coat sleeve tightly, her palms sweaty.

[Host! Your chance has come!]

The system was screaming wildly in my mind, completely oblivious to the atmosphere.

This is the cutthroat world of the wealthy!

Quick! Show your lack of manners!

[Task issued: No changing shoes upon entering! Step directly onto the carpet in your dirty boots! Speak loudly! Ignore elders!]

Make sure you leave them with a first impression of being "completely ill-mannered"!

Wen Ning looked at the expensive-looking handmade wool carpet at her feet.

Then I looked at the slippers neatly arranged by the door.

Then look at the old man sitting in the very center with piercing eyes.

Not changing your shoes?

Should I just step right in?

She'll get her legs broken, right? She'll definitely get her legs broken!

"Young Master, Miss Wen, please change your shoes."

The maid next to them respectfully handed over two pairs of slippers.

Those were brand new, pink, fluffy bunny slippers.

It was obviously prepared especially for her.

Wen Ning looked at the pair of rabbit slippers.

My mental defenses crumbled.

"I don't……"

She was about to bite the bullet and say, "I won't change."

The old man in the main seat suddenly coughed.

"cough!"

His voice was loud and clear, full of energy.

Wen Ning shuddered in fright.

The body reacts faster than the brain.

With a "click".

She kicked off her boots at the speed of light and stuffed her feet into rabbit slippers.

Their movements were precise, swift, and outrageously obedient.

System: [...Host? Where is your backbone?]

Wen Ning: When it comes to saving your life, backbone is nothing.

Change your shoes.

Jiang Ci led her inside.

With each step Wen Ning took, he felt as if he were walking towards the execution ground.

Three pairs of eyes shone on her like searchlights.

Walk to the center of the living room.

Jiang Ci stopped in his tracks.

"Grandpa, Dad, Mom."

He spoke casually and pulled Wen Ning out from behind you.

"This is Wen Ning."

Wen Ning was forced to confront those three mountains.

[Host! Don't be a coward! Tilt your head back! Look down your nose at people!]

The system is still making a last-ditch effort.

Wen Ning raised her head.

They met Old Master Jiang's scrutinizing eyes.

majesty.

Solemn.

That's the aura unique to those in positions of power.

Wen Ning's mind went blank.

Looking down at people?

All she wants to do right now is kneel down and shout "Long live the Emperor!"

"Hello, Grandpa!"

Wen Ning didn't even think about it.

She bent down abruptly and gave the old man a perfect 90-degree bow.

The voice was loud, trembling, and filled with a will to survive:

"I'm Wen Ning! Happy New Year!"

Because I bent over too suddenly, and because I was too nervous, my legs went weak.

She almost fell headfirst.

Fortunately, Jiang Ci reacted quickly and grabbed her waist.

The entire room fell silent.

Wen Ning closed his eyes, thinking to himself that it was all over.

This is truly embarrassing.

That's so stupid, I'll definitely be despised to death.

however.

The expected reprimand did not come.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of hearty laughter suddenly erupted, shaking the dust off the roof.

Wen Ning cautiously opened one eye.

The old man, who had been looking serious just moments before, was now laughing so hard his beard was shaking, and he could barely hold onto the walnuts in his hands.

"Oh! Good! Good!"

The old man pointed at Wen Ning, grinning from ear to ear.

"This child! So honest!"

"I like honest kids like this! Unlike those who are all shy and hesitant, it's exhausting to watch!"

"Such a grand gesture! They know the proper etiquette!"

The old man slapped his thigh. "Quick! Sit down! Don't stand!"

Wen Ning: "...?"

what?

Does this work too?

She was dazed and confused as Jiang Ci pressed her down onto the sofa.

At this moment, Jiang's mother, who was standing nearby, also spoke up.

Her previously composed expression crumbled instantly upon seeing Wen Ning's pale, terrified face.

"This is Ningning?"

Jiang's mother looked her up and down.

His gaze wasn't critical; on the contrary... it seemed a bit kind?

"He's really handsome."

Jiang's mother sighed.

"You look even better than in the photos. You're just too thin. Has Aci not been feeding you well?"

Wen Ning was flattered: "No, no... He's been very good to me."

"What's so good about it?"

Jiang's mother glanced at her son with disdain.

"All he does is code all day, and his face is as cold as ice. I'm worried he'll bully you."

talking.

Jiang's mother directly removed a jade bracelet, entirely emerald green, from her wrist.

The water quality is excellent; it's clearly a family heirloom.

"Come on, stretch out your hand."

Without allowing any further explanation, Jiang's mother grabbed Wen Ning's hand and slipped the bracelet onto her wrist.

"This is a small gift to mark our meeting. Please don't find it offensive."

Wen Ning was terrified.

This bracelet is heavy and cool to the touch.

"Auntie, this is too expensive, I can't..."

"Take it."

Jiang's father, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up.

Although his tone was serious, his eyes were gentle.

"It's a small token of your mother's affection. It also signifies that the Jiang family approves of you."

Wen Ning was completely bewildered.

This script is wrong!

Where's the wicked mother-in-law from the wealthy family I was promised?

Where is the stern father-in-law I was promised?

What happened to your promise to dislike her for being a spendthrift and kick her out of the house?

How come it's only been five minutes since I came in?

They even gave away family heirlooms?

Jiang Ci sat down next to her.

Looking at her parents and grandfather's enthusiastic attitude of "this is my own daughter," she shook her head helplessly.

He stretched out his hand.

I took an orange from the fruit plate.

Peel it open slowly and deliberately.

Remove all the white pith from the orange.

"mom."

Jiang Ci handed the orange to Wen Ning, blocking Jiang's mother's hand that was trying to pinch Wen Ning's face.

"Please tone it down."

"She's easily frightened, don't scare her."

Jiang's mother glared at him: "You've forgotten your mother now that you have a wife. Did I scare her? I just like her!"

Wen Ning held oranges in her hands and wore a jade bracelet on her wrist.

I sank into the soft sofa.

The warmth from the heating made her cheeks feel hot.

She stole a glance at Jiang Ci.

Jiang Ci was drinking tea with his head down, a relaxed smile on his lips.

original.

This is his home.

There was no cold-blooded calculation, no exchange of benefits.

It's all about the lively, bustling atmosphere and unreserved acceptance.

Wen Ning took a bite of the orange.

So sweet.

system:【……】

System: [Host, is this what you meant by "making a scene"? I think you're here for a "one-day trip as the group's darling," aren't you?]

System: [This year's elite families...why aren't they playing by the rules?!]