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

"Sister, what are you doing?" Wen Zhining watched her actions indifferently, a smile on her face.

"You think you're so smug?" Mu Menghan said viciously. "With me here, everything in the Wen family will be mine, you outsider."

"You say I'm an outsider, but my surname is Wen. What's your surname?" Wen Zhining asked softly.

Mu Menghan's face turned pale.

This is something she doesn't want to admit; since she came back, not a single member of her family has mentioned changing her name.

She also has the surname Mu, not Wen.

Mu Menghan raised her hand, as if to hit her.

Suddenly noticing someone approaching from not far away, Wen Zhining immediately fell to the ground, covering her right cheek with her hair falling down and covering it, looking pitiful.

The emotional shift was too rapid, the acting too realistic, and it happened so naturally that Mu Menghan didn't even have time to react. She didn't hit her at all, and her hand was still in the position of hitting someone.

"Ningning!"

She heard a tense voice, followed by footsteps, and saw a man stride over and help Wen Zhining up.

Wen Zhining covered her face, glanced at him, and then turned her head away, looking aggrieved.

With a "smack," Mu Menghan was slapped hard across the face.

Wen Qinglan's face was gloomy, and the way she looked at Mu Menghan was as if she were looking at a dead object. Her gaze was as cold and venomous as a snake, making it difficult for Mu Menghan to breathe.

With another "smack," Mu Menghan was slapped so hard that she fell to the ground.

He froze, his hands, which had been frozen in mid-air, fell down, and his cheeks burned with pain.

This made her realize that she had been slapped twice by Wen Qinglan, mercilessly and ruthlessly.

"No, don't hit my sister." Wen Zhining realized what was happening and lowered her hand to pull Wen Qinglan away to stop her.

His anger hadn't subsided when he saw the red spot on Wen Zhining's right cheek, and he felt extremely distressed.

"I'm fine. I just got slapped by my sister. She's been locked up inside for so long and she's not feeling well, so she's in a bad mood," Wen Zhining said anxiously, trying to put in a good word for Mu Menghan.

"Don't hit her, brother." She looked at him with tears in her eyes, clearly feeling wronged herself, yet still trying to speak up for someone else.

Wen Qinglan suppressed her temper, touched her right cheek, and asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Does it hurt a lot?"

"It doesn't hurt," Wen Zhining shook her head.

{I almost got hit by my sister; I was so scared that I fell to the ground. My older brother slapped my sister twice. What should I do?}

I'm such a sinner. I'm so sorry, brother. My hand must have hurt so much from hitting my sister.

"I didn't hit her." At this moment, Mu Menghan cried as she explained to Wen Qinglan.

Upon hearing this, Wen Qinglan simply looked down at her and said, "You have thoughts of hitting her."

"So, is there a problem with me hitting you?"

He was supporting Wen Zhining.

Mu Menghan was speechless because she really wanted to hit Wen Zhining and didn't want to see her smug look and pretty face.

My sister was really mean this time; she even kicked away the cake I brought back. What a waste!

Wen Qinglan glanced at the messy cake and photos on the ground. "Ungrateful wretch, no manners of an older sister, just as expected of someone from the countryside."

"Ningning, let's go." Wen Qinglan turned to speak to Wen Zhining, her tone becoming very gentle.

He wanted to take Wen Zhining's hand, but then he pulled it back after thinking about something.

"I'll go wash my hands first, then I'll go back to my room."

Wen Zhining nodded and followed him away.

Turning her head, Mu Menghan was being led back by the maid, who closed and locked the door.

"What happened to your face?" After taking her back to the room, Wen Qinglan went to the bathroom to wash and disinfect her hands, and asked worriedly as she looked at her slightly red face.

He dried his hands, touched the spot, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Wen Zhining blinked and laughed, "It doesn't hurt. I just got bitten by mosquitoes outside."

Wen Qinglan quickly took out an ointment to relieve itching and reduce redness and applied it to her.

"It will disappear on its own," Wen Zhining said.

"It's applied well." Wen Qinglan focused on applying the ointment for her.

She simply closed her eyes and waited for him to finish applying the product, her eyelashes fluttering adorably.

Wen Qinglan paused and stared at her for a few seconds.

Wen Zhining felt a cool touch on her face, soft and light, with a sense of reverence.

{Hmm? Why does it feel different from when I just applied it?}

She was a little confused. She opened her eyes and saw that Wen Qinglan had already retreated and gone to the bathroom to wash her hands.

"Alright, get ready for bed," he said.

"it is good."

As usual, Wen Qinglan walked to the door, waiting for her to ask him to stay and sleep there tonight.

She slept in his room yesterday, and today it's her turn.

After waiting for a while, Wen Qinglan didn't hear anyone speak. She turned around and saw Wen Zhining hugging a pillow, preparing to leave.

"Does Ningning want to sleep here with me?" he asked.

Wen Zhining's lips moved slightly.

Why is my older brother asking me that? I'm too embarrassed to tell him I'm going to sleep at my second older brother's place.

Wen Qinglan froze.

Seeing the girl's troubled expression, Wen Qinglan closed her eyes briefly. "Ningning, don't you want to sleep with me?"

"I told Ningning a story."

Wen Zhining was somewhat conflicted.

"Ningning sleeps at my second brother's place all the time. What if he gets misunderstood? He's an idol. If he gets photographed and the photos are posted online, it will definitely affect his career."

Wen Zhining thought he made sense, so she put the pillow back and said, "Then I'll sleep with you, brother."

Wen Qinglan turned and closed the door, a slight smile playing on her lips, before turning back to walk towards her.

"Ningning, how about you stay away from your second brother in the future?" he said tentatively.

"Why?" Wen Zhining looked up at him.

"Now that he's an idol, he needs to be mindful of his image. If he's seen with someone who's beautiful, cute, and smart, his fans will overthink things, criticize him, and criticize you too."

Wen Qinglan said calmly, "Isn't this a bit unfair to both Ningning and him?"

Wen Zhining nodded.

He smiled, ruffled her hair, and said, "Then Ningning, from now on you will..."

"Stay away from Second Brother, don't get photographed," Wen Zhining said.

"Ningning is such a good girl." Wen Qinglan pinched her cheek, then held her hand tightly, unable to put her down.

"What story does Ningning want to hear tonight? A heartwarming one? A funny one? Or...?"

"I listen to whatever my older brother says."

"it is good."

A soft storytelling voice filled the bedroom as the man held the girl close, helping her fall asleep peacefully.

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Wen Zhining didn't get up until noon.

As soon as she got up, Wen Chengyan said he would take her to the gym to work out.

She rejected me.

She leaned bonelessly on Wen Qinglan's shoulder, feeling utterly bored.

"Big brother, why don't we release my sister?"

A whole month has passed, and she hasn't had anyone to play with.

"Ningning, you can't be so kind." Wen Qinglan rubbed her temples and put down her work.

"She won't learn her lesson if you keep doing this. She even tried to hit you yesterday." Wen Qinglan held her hand. "Don't speak up for her. Let her stay inside."