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

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Jiang Yumeng leaned closer, tilted her head, and looked at her, her rabbit ears bobbing as she looked at her.

Jiang Yaqin snapped out of her daze and awkwardly cleared her throat: "These... these were all bought by Xiaoyou?"

Her voice trembled slightly, and without her even realizing it, her heart beat a little faster when she asked that question.

"No! I wanted to buy it myself!"

Jiang Yumeng proudly raised her chin, her almond-shaped eyes crinkling, her face practically screaming "I'm awesome!"

"The online guides all say that if you want your husband to be happy every day, you have to create new experiences for him!"

"Maid outfits and nurse uniforms are among the top must-have items!"

"I did so much research before choosing these styles; I spent the whole afternoon just picking out the right designs!"

At this point, she suddenly lowered her voice, leaned close to Jiang Yaqin's ear, and added mysteriously:

"Mom, several women in the comments section of that guide post said it was really effective."

"One woman said that after she wore a maid outfit, her husband, who could only last five minutes before, tripled that time!"

Jiang Yaqin's face was so hot that you could fry an egg on it.

She raised her hand and lightly flicked Jiang Yumeng's forehead: "What kind of nonsense are you watching!"

Jiang Yumeng covered her forehead and chuckled, not feeling embarrassed at all.

She pulled out one last thing from the bottom of the box: a thin booklet with a few lines of pink text printed on the cover.

"A Must-Read for New Wives: 99 Ways to Dress for Your Husband at Home That He Can't Resist"

Jiang Yumeng turned to the first page, looking as serious as if she were reading a textbook.

"Mom, look, this says that maid outfits are suitable for everyday home settings, creating a cute contrast..."

"A nurse's uniform is suitable when my husband isn't feeling well, so I can take care of him while..."

"And these rabbit ears and tail, they say they can arouse a man's protective instincts and desire to conquer..."

Jiang Yaqin reached out and snatched the booklet away, urging, "Alright, alright, stop reading!"

"Get up and wash up! It's almost noon and you're still lazing in bed!"

"It's just the two of us at home today. I'll make you your favorite braised pork ribs for lunch."

Jiang Yumeng gave an "oh," reluctantly put down the clothes in her hand, and swayed as she climbed out of bed.

After taking a couple of steps, he suddenly turned back to look at Jiang Yaqin and chuckled:

"Mom, if you're interested, I can buy you a set too."

"With a figure like yours, you'd definitely look better than me in a maid outfit!"

Jiang Yaqin grabbed a cushion and threw it at them.

"Go wash your face!"

Jiang Yumeng ran out of the bedroom with a grin, her bare feet making a pattering sound on the floor.

The bedroom fell silent again.

Jiang Yaqin stood there, her chest heaving several times before she calmed down.

She looked down at the booklet in her hand.

I hesitated for two seconds.

Then I quickly flipped through the pages and glanced at the table of contents.

Chapter 1: Maid Outfit, the Ultimate Temptation of Submissiveness and Obedience.

Chapter Two: Nurse's Uniform, the Dual Identity of a White-Clad Angel.

Chapter 3: Cheongsam with stockings, the fatal attraction of oriental charm.

Chapter Four...

Jiang Yaqin's gaze lingered for half a second on the row of cheongsams paired with stockings.

There happened to be a dark purple, modernized cheongsam in her wardrobe.

I bought it two years ago, and I've never worn it once.

Because the slit in that cheongsam reached all the way up to her thighs, she felt it was too revealing and that it was inappropriate for a single mother to wear such a thing.

But now...

Jiang Yaqin slammed the booklet shut, took three deep breaths, and stuffed it into the bedside table drawer.

Then, blushing, she quickly walked out.

At the dinner table, watching Jiang Yumeng shovel rice into her mouth while wearing a bunny ear headband, Jiang Yaqin's cheeks still couldn't help but burn.

She picked up a piece of pork rib with her chopsticks, hesitated for a long time before speaking:

"This...you really have the nerve to wear those things?"

Jiang Yumeng swallowed the food in her mouth and looked at her mother with an air of entitlement:

"What's there to be embarrassed about? It's not like I'm wearing it for outsiders to see."

"What's wrong with letting my husband wear it...?"

She put down her chopsticks, and the light in her almond-shaped eyes turned serious:

"And Mom, I'm increasingly finding the things said in the Classic of Women's Virtues to be very reasonable."

"If Ayou hadn't been willing to marry me, I'm afraid I would have remained single for the rest of my life."

"You know better than I how hard it is to marry a husband. Now that you've finally found one, of course you have to spoil him rotten!"

Jiang Yaqin paused in her act of picking up food, but didn't say anything.

Jiang Yumeng continued, her tone tinged with helplessness:

"Besides, our family's circumstances are what they are; we can't compare to Ayou and the other four ladies."

"We can give him sports cars and villas, and provide him with academic resources and connections..."

"And me? I can't afford to buy expensive watches, luxury cars, or even a big house right now."

These are all the things I can afford.

Her voice softened: "If you can't even provide this kind of cheap emotional value, then I ask myself, what right do I have to enjoy the love that Ayou gives me?"

These words struck Jiang Yaqin like a thunderclap in her head.

grown up.

This girl has really grown up.

This perspective and this clarity of mind far surpass what I, as a mother, have achieved.

Indeed, that's a man!

It is a rare resource that women all over the world dream of.

Of the more than 700 million women in the Great Xia Kingdom, how many of them will never even be able to touch a man's hand in their entire lives?

How many outstanding women have lined up and fought tooth and nail, only to end up waiting in line at marriage matching centers for IVF slots?

Thinking back to when her daughter first started pursuing Ye You, she was repeatedly rejected and would come home and hide under the covers to cry secretly.

He even patted her on the back to comfort her, saying that pursuing a boy requires attentiveness, patience, and thick skin.

After all, for a guy to pursue a girl, it's as simple as snapping his fingers.

A woman pursuing a man?

The distance between them is not just Mount Tai.

There's also Mount Hua, Mount Huang, Mount Emei, and maybe even the Great Wall.

Jiang Yaqin put down her chopsticks and looked at Jiang Yumeng, a complex emotion welling up in her eyes, a mixture of shame and relief.

"Yes, Yumeng...you're right."

Her voice was tinged with emotion: "It's because Mom's understanding is too limited."

"Being able to marry a boy as exceptional as Xiaoyou is a rare find, so it's no wonder she's being spoiled rotten."

"Right!" Jiang Yumeng's face immediately lit up with pride, her rabbit ears bobbing on her head as she looked incredibly smug.

Jiang Yaqin looked at her, feeling both heartache and joy, and quickly greeted her:

"Alright, you've been through so much last night, eat more and nourish yourself."

Jiang Yumeng, however, shook her head with a blush on her pretty face, her voice soft and sweet:

"I'm not very hungry... I ate too much last night..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yaqin paused in her chopsticks, her face flushing red.

Because she actually ate quite a lot this morning... so she wasn't very hungry.

The two exchanged a glance, then quickly looked away at the same time.

The table was quiet for several seconds, with only the soft clinking of chopsticks against the porcelain bowls.

No one spoke again.

......

the other side.

Su Yanyue's Ferrari sped along in the sunlight, the engine sounding deep and steady.

Whenever they stopped at a red light, she would quickly turn her head and gaze intently at Ye You in the passenger seat.

His profile was reflected in her clear almond-shaped eyes, overflowing with love that she couldn't hide.

From the very beginning, she was the nationally recognized candidate for Ye You's wife.

Just thinking about this made Su Yanyue feel like the whole world had brightened up a shade.

Her voice was clear and cool, with an undeniable sweetness.

"Ayu, is there anywhere you'd like to go?"