Scheming and Seduction in Quick Transmigration: The Heroine's Beloved is Mine

It was past 10 p.m.

After having a late-night snack, Wen Zhining sat on the sofa and waited and waited. She opened her mouth and took a bite of the fruit that Wen Qinglan fed her. She watched TV and occasionally looked towards the door.

My second brother was on the phone, handling arrangements for the day after tomorrow.

He only has two days off.

Third Brother was playing with a computer, on which Wen Zhining couldn't understand the code.

The sound of the television created a warm and cozy atmosphere.

My parents came back at that moment.

"Mom and Dad!" Wen Zhining immediately threw away the pillow in her arms and ran towards the two people who had just returned to the door.

Mrs. Wen had just returned when she received a warm hug from her beloved daughter, which made her feel completely satisfied and washed away the fatigue of a day's flight.

"My sweet baby, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Wen Zhining blinked. "I want to watch TV. I'm not going to sleep yet."

{I won't tell Mom that I'm so thinking about everyone coming back for a family reunion that I can't sleep.}

Mrs. Wen was startled and exchanged a glance with Mr. Wen.

Hearing Wen Zhining's heartfelt words again, the three brothers seemed much calmer.

One hung up the phone, one pulled Wen Zhining back to continue feeding her, and one looked at Wen Zhining.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Wen Zhining asked curiously, nudging Wen Qisheng. "Third Brother, why are you staring at me so closely?"

"Sweetie, are you so sleepless because you want us all to come back?" Mrs. Wen asked tentatively.

"Mom, how did you know what I was thinking?" Wen Zhining asked in surprise.

Madam Wen was momentarily speechless, unsure how to respond.

Mr. Wen said, "You and your daughter are connected at heart; you must have a telepathic connection."

When this topic came up, Wen Zhining seemed a little dejected. "Dad, Mom..."

Mrs. Wen quickly comforted her, "Don't be sad, my sweet baby will always be my precious daughter."

"Really?" Wen Zhining felt a silent sense of security as Wen Qinglan held her hand.

She looked at her three older brothers beside her, then at her parents, each with a look of earnestness and concern in their eyes.

She sniffled and cried with emotion.

The family quickly comforted her.

{Waaaaah, I cried in front of so many people, it's so embarrassing, but I can't stop, waaaaah}

The person being comforted cried while thinking regretfully, and everyone who heard their inner thoughts almost burst out laughing.

How pitiful yet adorable!

Everyone coaxed Wen Zhining upstairs to sleep, and soon, as Wen Zhining returned to her bedroom, the living room gradually became deserted.

The lights were turned off, plunging us into darkness.

Everyone went back to their own bedrooms.

After taking a bath, Mrs. Wen went to bed with Mr. Wen to adjust to the time difference.

For a moment, everyone forgot that the real daughter was preparing to come back.

It was late at night.

Wen Zhining hugged her pillow and went to Wen Qinglan's bedroom to sleep, where she slept soundly.

When Mu Menghan returned, she was not greeted by her parents' warm embrace or her three older brothers' caring greetings, but by a pitch-black villa.

Her initial enthusiasm vanished instantly. She had been dreaming of talking with her family that evening and hearing them express their sympathy for her.

She was like an intruder, unable to find a place to stay, standing in the living room with her bag on her back.

She fumbled around trying to turn on the light, hoping to make a noise that would disturb the people sleeping, when suddenly a sound came from the stairs.

Someone came down.

Wen Qinglan slowly walked down the stairs, holding onto the handrail. As she walked, the handrail lit up.

The brightness was so great that Wen Qinglan could see the person standing stiffly in the living room.

He squinted and looked himself up and down, his mind, which had been half-asleep, finally cleared up a bit.

"I'm back." His voice was calm, and people always felt comfortable approaching him, with a gentle and approachable quality.

This is the eldest brother, the president and head of the Wen Group, who controls the lifeline of the group. He is the man admired by countless single women in City A, a young and promising figure who can control everything.

After filtering through the information gathered from the investigation, Mu Menghan was incredibly moved when she saw the real person.

At the same time, she also knew a secret.

Wen Qinglan came downstairs to pour water for Wen Zhining, who said he was thirsty in the middle of the night, so he came downstairs to pour it for him.

Picking up a kettle and Wen Zhining's personal water cup, Wen Qinglan prepared to go upstairs.

"Just find a room upstairs to stay in. It's too late now. We can talk about it tomorrow."

His tone was too indifferent and frivolous, as if Mu Menghan was just there to stay, which made him pay no attention to her.

Just as Mu Menghan was about to call out to him, another person came down the stairs.

Under the light of the stair railing, her exposed skin appeared even more flawless, her eyes sparkling like stars as she smiled, and her black hair cascaded down her back.

She wore a silk nightgown, and every move she made exuded breathtaking beauty; her skin was so tender it seemed as if you could squeeze water from it.

She walked to Wen Qinglan's side, took his arm, and said in a soft, coquettish voice, "Big brother, why are you so slow? I'm so thirsty."

Wen Qinglan gently pulled her hand away, then poured her a glass of water and fed it to her herself.

The water that accidentally spilled from the corner of her mouth was gently wiped away by Wen Qinglan with her fingertip. "Slow down, don't rush."

Wen Zhining took his hand again, and he obediently and affectionately began to intertwine his fingers.

"Let's go back to sleep," she said, her dimples appearing as she looked at him.

"it is good."

Just as the two were about to leave, Mu Menghan called them back.

Wen Zhining then noticed her, and with some confusion, turned on the small living room light and looked her over.

Mu Menghan was wearing cheap clothes, which were new and showed that their owner was unusually dressed up, but Wen Zhining still looked disgusted.

Is this the new nanny?

Thinking this, she opened her mouth to ask Wen Qinglan, "Big brother, I've never seen this nanny before. Is she new?"

"Not a nanny, but..." Wen Qinglan hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

Wen Zhining understood immediately, and released his hand instantly, glancing cautiously at Mu Menghan.

I was being so nice to my older brother in front of her; she must be so envious. I feel so bad for her.

She's still looking at me; she definitely doesn't like me.

Suddenly released, Wen Qinglan frowned. Hearing her thoughts, she turned to look at Mu Menghan.

Sure enough, she saw the other person staring straight at Wen Zhining, with a look of greed, envy, and resentment in their eyes.

"Ningning, you go upstairs to sleep first," he said.

Wen Zhining looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then went upstairs.

Mu Menghan only looked away after everyone had left.

"She's younger than you, she's your sister. You can't blame her for having her identity switched. You can't upset her at home anymore. As the older sister, you have to be generous."

Mu Menghan, who had expected him to say something, froze on the spot upon hearing his words and Wen Qinglan's matter-of-fact expression.

"Alright, it's too late. Find a room to sleep first, we'll talk tomorrow." Wen Qinglan took the kettle and Wen Zhining's unfinished glass of water.

After drinking the rest of the water, he took it upstairs, not forgetting to say, "Remember to turn off the lights."

Mu Menghan was left standing there, staring blankly at his retreating figure.