Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: I Started with a Humble Confession from the School Beaut

Another ten minutes or so passed.

With Jiang Yaqin's attentive service, Ye You finished the last bite of the fried egg.

He had just picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth when his phone, which was on the table, vibrated.

Upon picking it up, the screen prominently displayed the three characters "Su Yanyue".

Today is my turn to spend time with her, and it seems this aloof school beauty deskmate can't wait any longer.

After the call connected, Su Yanyue's clear and gentle voice came through the receiver:

"Ye Youtong...Ayou, when are you coming?"

She was halfway through her sentence when she realized she wanted to call Ye You "classmate," but she changed her mind, her tone revealing a hint of shyness.

"Do you need me to prepare breakfast for you?"

Ye You glanced down at Jiang Yaqin, who was engrossed in her work, and a smile curved her lips:

"I've already eaten, I'll come find you in a little while."

Su Yanyue's voice immediately brightened: "Then Ayou, send me your location, I'll come pick you up!"

Ye You thought to himself that this young lady's thoughtfulness was in no way inferior to Jiang Yumeng's.

After sending the location, I hung up the phone.

Jiang Yaqin stopped what she was doing, raised her head slightly, and looked at him with curiosity in her beautiful eyes:

"Xiao You, are you going to find the other concubines?"

She learned from Jiang Yumeng that Ye You had registered five girls as potential wives in one go.

She was also aware of the rotation system; one person today, one tomorrow, so it was impossible to spend every day with them.

Otherwise, the other companies would definitely have objections, and it wouldn't look good if it went to court.

Ye You nodded: "Okay, Auntie, please continue. She'll be here in a little while."

Jiang Yaqin nodded obediently and buried herself back in her work, her movements unconsciously quickening.

A few more moments passed.

Ye You felt that although it was comfortable to keep doing this, it was indeed quite tiring.

He lifted Jiang Yaqin's chin, making her raise her head.

Jiang Yaqin looked at him with a puzzled expression, her rosy lips slightly parted, glistening with moisture.

"Come here." Ye You patted her thigh.

Jiang Yaqin was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, and her face flushed red like boiling water.

But she obediently nodded and stood up. Her fingers pinched the hem of the purple nightgown and gently lifted it up a bit.

She revealed a section of her fair and firm thigh, and then carefully stepped onto it.

Jiang Yaqin wrapped her arms around Ye You's neck, covering her red lips tightly with one hand, only daring to stammer out words.

Unlike last night when she was forced to passively endure the situation at the last moment, this time she regained the initiative.

But this very initiative only made her feel more lost and confused.

The fabric of the purple nightgown was wrinkled and soaked with sweat.

Finally, Jiang Yaqin suddenly tilted her head back, her neck forming a graceful arc.

Then, as if all her bones had been removed, she slumped limply into Ye You's arms.

Ye You picked her up and carried her to the sofa in the living room, where he gently put her down.

Jiang Yaqin lay on her side on the soft sofa, her chest heaving violently, the shoulder strap of her purple nightgown slipping down to one side.

Her eyes were half-open, misty and almond-shaped, and her lips were incredibly red.

Ye You bent down: "Then Auntie, you can rest for a while. I'll be going now. The person who's picking me up is already waiting downstairs."

Jiang Yaqin nodded softly, her voice sounding as if she had been pulled out of a honey pot:

"Okay... Xiaoyou, drive carefully..."

Watching Ye You pick up her coat and walk out the door, she wanted to get up and see her off, but she simply didn't have the strength.

She could only lie on the sofa, but a happy smile curved her lips.

......

After Ye You left.

It took Jiang Yaqin nearly half an hour to slowly come to her senses.

She slowly sat up, holding onto the sofa armrest. We have all the urban novel genres you like; welcome to visit our website.

There was a small dark water stain on her skirt, and her face flushed again. She quickly tugged at the hem of her skirt to cover it.

Despite the soreness in my legs, I slipped on my slippers and went to the dining table.

She collected the dishes into the kitchen one by one, then squatted down and carefully wiped the water stains that had splashed on the floor with a rag.

I had just finished tidying everything up, and before I could even sit down on the sofa to catch my breath, the doorbell rang.

Jiang Yaqin gathered her loose hair, took a deep breath, and went to open the door.

A woman dressed as a delivery company employee stood outside the door, holding a rather large cardboard box.

The female courier looked Jiang Yaqin up and down, her face slightly flushed and her eyes watery, a strange glint in her eyes.

"Hello, your package is here."

She glanced down at the information on her handheld device and read aloud, "Are you my husband's darling maid?"

Jiang Yaqin froze on the spot.

What...what maid?

She waved her hand, looking completely bewildered. "No, did you send it to the wrong address?"

The deliveryman glanced up at the address, then looked down to verify it again, his tone certain:

"It wasn't delivered to the wrong address."

"The recipient is my husband's sweet little maid, phone number ending in 0521, this address, this house number."

Upon hearing the last four digits of the phone number, Jiang Yaqin suddenly realized what was going on.

This girl actually named her package recipient "My Husband's Darling Little Maid"!

Jiang Yaqin felt embarrassed, angry, and wanted to laugh at the same time.

They dare to choose any name they want, and they're not afraid of being laughed at by outsiders.

She tried to keep her expression natural: "This belongs to my family member; I'm receiving it on her behalf."

The deliveryman's gaze swept over her face twice: "Okay, then sign here."

Jiang Yaqin quickly swiped a line on the screen, took the box, and closed the door.

She carried the box into the bedroom.

On the large bed, Jiang Yumeng was lying in a starfish position with her limbs outstretched, the blanket having long been kicked to the corner of the bed.

The pink silk slip dress was wrinkled and wrapped around her waist, and one long, white leg was draped over the pillow, her sleeping posture was extremely ungraceful.

But a sweet smile graced her little face, her lips curving slightly, clearly she was having a sweet dream.

Jiang Yaqin looked at her daughter's sleeping posture, which was really outrageous. What kind of behavior would it be if Ye You saw it?

However, she also knew what the girl had gone through last night, so it was understandable that she could sleep like this.

"Still sleeping! Wake up! The sun's already high in the sky!"

Jiang Yaqin put down the box, and as she spoke, she raised her hand and gently patted Jiang Yumeng's round and perky breasts.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound rang out in the quiet bedroom.

"Hiss~"

Jiang Yumeng jolted awake in her sleep, her eyes snapping open. Through her blurry vision, she saw Jiang Yaqin standing by the bed.

Jiang Yumeng covered the spot where she had been photographed, pouting with a wronged expression:

"Mom! What are you doing! It hurts!"

Jiang Yaqin withdrew her hand and rolled her eyes at her dismissively: "I didn't use much force. You're not a boy, what's with the fuss?"

"I......"

Jiang Yumeng opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, her face turned bright red.

Her hand quietly moved away from the top, then moved down, pinching and tugging at the hem of her nightgown, her movements furtive.

This subtle movement did not escape Jiang Yaqin's notice.

Her expression changed from reproach to concern. She sat down on the edge of the bed and lowered her voice:

"Does it really hurt? Where does it hurt? Let me see."

"It's okay, don't look!" Jiang Yumeng quickly shrank back, her ears so red they looked like they could bleed.