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

Seeing him walk towards her with the trophy, Wen Zhining took it and put it in the room.

Her room door was wide open, and he politely turned his back to her without looking.

"Brother, I'm leaving." Wen Zhining said after coming out.

Today she wore a pink dress and carried a white crossbody bag, looking fresh and pure.

She seems to really like dresses.

Jiang Jihe looked at her and thought to himself.

"Let's go, let's go." Wen Yuesheng waved his hand. "Old Jiang, keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't eat cilantro."

"I know, you said that last time." Jiang Jihe changed his shoes.

"Don't take this lightly." Wen Yue was afraid he just thought she didn't like it, so she quickly added, "She's allergic to cilantro."

Jiang Jihe paused and looked at Wen Zhining.

He thought it was a matter of taste, but it turned out to be an allergy.

"I definitely won't eat it." Wen Zhining pulled Jiang Jihe over.

The two left.

Jiang Jihe's car was parked outside. He opened the passenger door and let her in, then walked around to the other side and got into the car.

"Does Ningning like buffets? I know a good one."

"Sure," Wen Zhining nodded.

Jiang Jihe then navigated to the buffet restaurant and drove away from there.

"Can I play some music?" Wen Zhining asked.

"sure."

Wen Zhining then opened her phone, searched for the car model number, and connected via Bluetooth.

Then, after confirming on the car's infotainment screen, I selected and saved my playlist and started playing the first song.

"Is the temperature in the car comfortable?" Jiang Jihe asked with concern. "If it's not, I'll adjust it."

Lyrical music played inside the car.

"It's a good match. My brother is very considerate and takes good care of me. He's much better than my brother," Wen Zhining praised.

Jiang Jihe curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

Upon arriving at the buffet restaurant, Jiang Jihe paid the bill and took a plate for Wen Zhining to choose what she liked to eat.

The restaurant here requires reservations and costs 3,000 per person.

The food here is prepared by top chefs, and any dish here is a feast worthy of being photographed and posted on social media.

Wen Zhining didn't eat much. When she heard the price and saw Jiang Jihe pay, she wanted to say something.

"It's alright, as long as Ningning eats well." He patted her head reassuringly.

This action reminded Wen Zhining of something. After picking up a few of her favorite foods and placing them on her reserved seat, she began to complain:

"You knew my hair was a mess this morning, but you kept messing with it."

Unexpectedly, that's what she was talking about. Jiang Jihe held back for a moment, but still managed a laugh.

"You're still laughing." Wen Zhining pouted.

Her aggrieved yet slightly angry expression immediately makes one want to go over and coax her, bringing a smile to her face.

"Ningning, your ahoge (cowlick) kept wobbling, and I couldn't resist touching it."

"And she's not ugly, I think she's cute, so I didn't say anything." He chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked at her.

After being looked at and smiled at by him, who could possibly have a temper?

Moreover, he spoke in a low, coaxing tone, which was so alluring.

Wen Zhining let him off the hook and took out her phone to take pictures of the food on the table.

She also took a small cake.

When taking the photos, she also specifically photographed the food opposite her, and happened to capture the person's hand holding a knife and fork cutting a steak.

Those fair, slender hands, like works of art, appeared in her photo.

She posted it on her WeChat Moments and in her short video feed.

She doesn't have many fans, doesn't show her face, and likes to share everyday things.

"Aren't you angry anymore?" Jiang Jihe asked, seeing her taking pictures.

Wen Zhining remained silent.

"Make amends to Ningning." He pushed the cut steak in front of her. "Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Wen Zhining glanced at it, picked up the knife and fork, and took a bite.

I guess I've forgiven him.

Wen Zhining set the music, added the text, and sent it out.

WeChat Moments and short video accounts.

After Jiang Jihe found out, he took the initiative to ask, "What is Ningning's account ID? I'll follow you."

She sent him her ID, "Remember to like this post, but don't like it consecutively or your likes will be limited."

"Okay," Jiang Jihe replied. "Eat first, and don't play on your phone after you've taken the photos."

"Just like my brother," she muttered, then put down her phone.

Wen Zhining got used to seeing the waiters walking around, occasionally glancing at her and watching her.

She started occasionally tucking her hair behind her ear and eating with her head down.

When Jiang Jihe saw this, he wanted the hair tie, so the waiter came over with a box of hair ties specially prepared for customers.

Jiang Jihe chose a pink one, which matched her hair accessory perfectly.

Seeing this, the waiter left in disappointment.

He really is my boyfriend.

Jiang Jihe handed it to Wen Zhining, "Ningning, do you want to tie your hair up?"

"No need, I only need it for soup noodles," Wen Zhining said. "Brother, you can keep it for now. If I forget to bring it for dinner later, you can use it to make it for me."

Jiang Jihe then thought of putting the rubber band away.

"Brother, reach out your hand," Wen Zhining said.

Jiang Jihe stretched out both hands.

Wen Zhining smiled, took the small rubber band he was holding between his fingers, and put it on his right wrist.

The pink hair tie on his fair wrist conveyed a restrained yet ambiguous gesture.

Jiang Jihe felt something was amiss and was about to speak when she heard her say:

"That way, my brother won't lose it carelessly when he wears it, and my brother and I can use it anytime we go out."

"Right, brother?" She looked at him with sparkling eyes.

Her hand was still on his wrist, and she touched the skin along the rubber band before quickly pulling it back.

Seeing her withdraw her hand, Jiang Jihe moved his hand and subconsciously reached it closer to her.

In the end, he still didn't remove the rubber band, as if he was tacitly agreeing with Wen Zhining's words.

After finishing their buffet meal, Wen Zhining and Jiang Jihe left.

She went to the mall to buy something.

Wen Zhining stopped, feeling a bit too heavy to walk past the blind box store, when Jiang Jihe went inside.

"Which one does Ningning like?" he said, turning to look at her. "Buy whatever you like. If you don't like it, just buy another one. I'll buy it for you."

"But you paid for everything we ate." She felt a little guilty. "I'll show you how much pocket money I have when we get back, and I'll give it all to you."

"Pocket money?"

"What kind?" Jiang Jihe bent down curiously, looking at her with a charming smile in his eyes.

"What?" She didn't understand.

"What kind of piggy bank will Ningning use to keep her allowance?" He smiled and looked at her intently.

Wen Zhining looked at the man in front of her who had naturally closed the distance between them.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she looked him in the eye, speaking softly, "Pink."

"That's definitely cute, but not as cute as Ningning." He smiled. "Keep Ningning for now, let me spend money on you first."