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

"Hello." Wen Zhining stood in front of the cake shop window for a few moments, then greeted the employee.

"I'd like a tiramisu and this mango coconut mini cake."

"Okay." The staff put them into bags for her one by one.

As she was about to take out her phone to pay, a hand and a phone reached out from behind her.

With a "beep," Jiang Jihe, behind her, held up his phone and placed the payment code on the machine.

He paid the bill.

I handed her the milk tea and took the bag containing two small cakes.

He is perceptive, tactful, and a gentleman.

Jiang Jihe had classes in the evening and originally planned to return to school after dropping Wen Zhining off at home.

But Wen Zhining's brother, Wen Yuesheng, called specifically to ask, "You delivered her home, right?"

"Can you cook something for her? The vegetables are all in the fridge. Just cook whatever you like. She'll eat anything, except cilantro."

"Brother, are you treating me like a babysitter?" he said, following Wen Zhining, who had already gotten out of the car, into the room and changed his shoes under her questioning gaze.

The house has three bedrooms and one living room. It was Jiang Jihe's first time visiting. He glanced at it and headed towards the kitchen.

The apartment, with its uniform off-white color scheme, is over 80 square meters and is simple yet very beautiful.

"Sorry for bothering you, bro. If you can't make it to class, then don't bother coming. It's not important anyway, and you don't need to listen. You can just have a meal at my place." Wen Yuesheng quickly hung up the phone.

Jiang Jihe put his phone back in his pocket, washed his hands in the kitchen, and prepared to open the refrigerator.

Turning around, he saw Wen Zhining at the door, her fingers clutching her dress as she looked at him.

"Brother, did my brother trouble you?" she asked cautiously.

Thinking of what he had just said, Jiang Jihe spoke, his voice flowing like a gentle stream:

"No, I was just joking with him."

"I'm a little hungry too. I'll just cook at your place, since it won't cost me any money on utilities or groceries."

He made her laugh.

"What would you like to eat, little sister? I'll make it for you."

"How about sweet and sour pork ribs and cola chicken wings?" She blinked her starry eyes at him.

"Okay, and another soup, how about lotus root and pork rib soup?"

"Thank you, brother!" she said in a clear voice.

Then he opened the refrigerator and said, "Brother, I'll help you out."

Jiang Jihe glanced at her fair and delicate hands and refused.

How can hands like that be used for cooking?

Moreover.

Jiang Jihe looked at her.

She was so well-behaved and beautiful; she should have been pampered and cherished, and didn't need to do these things.

"Little sister, if you help me out and your brother finds out, he'll scold me." He smiled. "To avoid being scolded, go wait in the living room."

"Okay then, I'm going to do my homework." She turned around, took a couple of steps, then turned back. "If you need any help, just let me know."

"it is good."

Wen Zhining sat on the sofa, took out her homework from her schoolbag, and after doing two questions, she looked at the busy people in the kitchen.

He had his back to her, his head bowed as he chopped vegetables. The light shone on him, making him appear soft and warm.

A man who can cook in the kitchen is very attractive.

Besides, he is so outstanding.

Wen Zhining went inside. "Brother."

As soon as she approached, Jiang Jihe noticed her. When she got close behind him, he could smell her fragrance.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" she asked.

It seems that if you don't let her do anything, she'll come over every now and then.

Jiang Jihe then said, "Then help me lift that pot lid; I need to put some water in later."

She happily went over to open the lid of the empty pot and put it aside, but suddenly the pot that was cooking next to her started boiling and making a sound.

She was startled, cried out in surprise, and backed away, her steps unsteady.

Jiang Jihe, who was standing nearby, reacted quickly and helped her up.

Wen Zhining leaned against him, barely managing to stand, her hands gripping his clothes.

Being so close, Jiang Jihe could smell her fragrance even more clearly; it was unique and pleasant.

"Are you alright?" He lowered his head, looking at her with concern.

He glanced at the hand gripping his clothes, thought for a moment, and still didn't pull it away.

"It's nothing." Wen Zhining shook her head, let go of her hand to steady herself, and also put down the hand that was supporting her.

Seeing the wrinkles on his clothes, Wen Zhining smoothed them out for him, feeling embarrassed.

Even through the clothes, you can feel the muscle strength inside when you place your hand on it.

Jiang Jihe's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

By the time he tried to stop her by pressing her hand down, she had already let go. "Okay, brother, I won't bother you anymore. I'll go out now."

With that, he opened the lid and went outside.

Jiang Jihe lowered his eyes to look at the spot on his clothes that had been smoothed out, raised his hand to cover it, and then smoothed it a couple of times.

The meal was ready quickly.

Wen Zhining ate with great relish and kept praising him.

"Brother, you cook even better than my brother. You should teach my brother how to cook, and he'll pay you."

"I'm already tired of my brother's cooking."

"It's so delicious!"

"Has your girlfriend tried it? She's so lucky."

Jiang Jihe's lips curled up wildly at the praise, and he clenched his fist and put it to his lips to hide it.

Upon hearing the last sentence, he said, "No, she didn't even know I could cook."

"Don't you guys usually cook?"

"I usually eat at the cafeteria." He poured her another bowl of soup. "If you like it, remember to tell your brother and transfer the money to me."

"A chef certified by my own sister, that's a fee."

"Okay." She smiled and took a few sips of the soup.

After finishing his meal, Jiang Jihe cleaned up and washed the dishes, then prepared to return to school.

He was washing his hands in the kitchen when Wen Zhining noticed his phone on the sofa; a message popped up.

A user with the contact name "Le Baiqing" sent a message: "Ahe, why didn't you come to class tonight?"

Jiang Jihe came out of the kitchen.

"Little sister, I'm leaving now. Your brother might be back tonight. Send him a message if you need anything," he instructed.

His gaze landed precisely on the figure on the sofa, and seeing her struggling with her pen in her mouth, he walked over.

Hearing his words, Wen Zhining was about to nod when she saw him walk towards her, bend down, and look at the homework on the table.

"Is there anything you don't understand?" he asked.

Wen Zhining pointed to some of the more difficult questions above, "I'm not very good at them."

Jiang Jihe then sat down and carefully explained the problem-solving approach to her.

Night was falling.

The person who had been helping Wen Zhining with her homework didn't realize how late it was until they heard the door open.

Wen Yuesheng, who had just returned, was somewhat surprised: "Why haven't you gone back yet?"

"When get out of class ended, Yue Baiqing asked me where I went."

"My brother taught me how to do my homework." Wen Zhining raised her chin proudly. "His problem-solving approach is much better than yours."

Wen Yuesheng: "..."

"Is that so?" he sneered. "But calling me 'brother' won't help; your real brother is me."

Wen Zhining pouted.

Jiang Jihe chuckled. "Don't bully her. It's good that you're back. I'm leaving now."

He picked up his phone and saw several new messages from Le Baiqing. He put it away and got up.

"Sister, I'm leaving," he said.

"See you next time, brother." Her voice was clear and full of energy.