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

The day before Wen Zhining's exam.

She was so nervous that she stayed in her room, unable to eat or sleep.

Wen Yuesheng tried to coax her again and again, but he couldn't say anything now, even though he could usually say a few sarcastic remarks, for fear of upsetting her.

"Ningning, I made your favorite cola chicken wings. Why don't you come out and have some?" Wen Yuesheng said from outside the door.

"I won't eat it."

"You didn't eat lunch, how will you take the exam tomorrow if you're hungry?"

Wen Yuesheng's muttering could still be heard from outside, and Wen Zhining's phone kept ringing with the sound of her sending messages.

It was a blessing from Xue Peng and Rong Jingshuo, wishing her good luck on her exam, and they even tagged her in their posts on WeChat Moments.

At the very top were several messages sent by Jiang Jihe.

[Ningning, aren't you going to video chat today?]

【Then you should get a good rest tonight. Tomorrow I'll buy you a small cake so you can eat it after your exam, and a cup of mango pomelo sago too, without your brother finding out】

If you need anything, you can come to me, Ningning, don't avoid me.

Ever since she video-called him that day at the restaurant, they've gotten into the habit of video-calling each other every night.

Sometimes it was him who took the initiative, and sometimes it was Wen Zhining.

Every night after evening self-study, Wen Zhining would open her phone to receive the messages he had sent her that day; they were few but would share his itinerary for the day.

For example, today he was in class and took pictures of the classroom, and also took pictures of Wen Yuesheng sleeping to show her.

Even if she can't reply immediately, she will still share.

After I got home, sent him a message, took a shower, and told him I was all set, the video call came right on time.

He would teach homework, but would also frequently steer the conversation away from other topics.

She beamed with joy, and the corners of his lips curved into a smile.

After her tutoring class on weekends, Jiang Jihe would pick her up, take her out to eat, and then take her out to play.

One photo after another of their interactions were posted by her on her WeChat Moments and video account, and he saved and liked them.

But Wen Zhining didn't reply to him today.

For the past few days, students have been taking online classes at home for exams. Today is the last day, and the teacher told everyone to get some rest.

In the past few days, Jiang Jihe has been frequently video chatting with Wen Zhining.

Unable to find anyone and desperate, Jiang Jihe started asking the other two single students in the dorm:

"Ningning isn't replying to me. Is she under a lot of pressure preparing for exams?"

"Of course, everyone is under a lot of pressure at times like this. My sister hasn't replied to my messages either, so I'm going to send her another one at midnight," Xue Peng said.

"If you care, you can just call Sheng-ge and ask. He's home," Rong Jingshuo said slowly.

A person who is usually quite intelligent can become so cautious and try to figure out what others are thinking.

"That makes sense. I didn't realize you were smart," Jiang Jihe said.

Rong Jingshuo: "..."

"What do you want?" Wen Yuesheng answered the phone irritably. "Don't come looking for me if there's nothing wrong."

"Why are you so temperamental?" Jiang Jihe asked. "Did you upset Ningning?"

Wen Yuesheng: "..."

"Is there something wrong with what you just said?"

"Never mind, it's not important. My sister is having exam anxiety right now. She hasn't eaten since she got up, and it's almost dinner time, but she still hasn't come out of her room."

Rong Jingshuo and Xue Peng were both caught off guard. They only knew that Jiang Jihe had made a phone call to Wen Yuesheng, but they didn't know what the other party said before he left immediately.

"Did he go to see the girl downstairs?" Xue Peng asked.

"I'm going to find my sister." Rong Jingshuo continued playing the game.

Wen Zhining slept in her room for a while, then there was another knock on the door.

"Ningning."

This time, it wasn't Wen Yuesheng who called her, but Jiang Jihe.

"Would you like to come out and see me?" he said gently, as if afraid of disturbing her.

There was no response.

Jiang Jihe remained patient. "It's fine if you don't want to come out. I want to see Ningning. How about we video chat?"

It remained quiet inside.

"If Ningning doesn't say anything, I'll take that as a yes. I'll call you now, okay?"

There was no movement inside.

Jiang Jihe made a video call. The person on the other end seemed to hesitate. The phone rang for a while before going silent.

He looked down; the video call had connected.

The phone screen revealed a pretty little face, half-covered as she lay on the bed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, evoking a sense of tenderness.

"Ningning," Jiang Jihe called out to her in an even softer voice.

"Brother." She tilted her chin slightly to show him her whole face.

"I'm here. Ningning, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you and leave it at the door for you to come and get."

She seemed to be thinking, then lowered her eyes and remained quiet for a moment.

Jiang Jihe looked at her and waited patiently.

"I want to eat the food my brother made for me on our first day together," she finally said.

Jiang Jihe seemed to hear his own deafening heartbeat.

This is of great significance to both of them.

It's a memory of their first meeting and first acquaintance.

Jiang Jihe went into the kitchen.

Sitting on the sofa, Wen Yuesheng scoffed at him, not believing he had any means to get his younger sister to eat.

Seeing that the two were talking on the phone across the room, and that Wen Zhining really wanted to eat his food, Wen Yuesheng was heartbroken.

The video call between the two continued, and Jiang Jihe positioned himself in a suitable spot to make sure Wen Zhining could see the entire cooking process before starting to cook.

"Now I'm making cola chicken wings for Ningning." Jiang Jihe moved the cola chicken wings that Wen Yuesheng had made to a less important position.

This made Wen Zhining laugh.

Jiang Jihe, who was cooking with his head down, heard the laughter and smiled slightly.

He acted quickly because Wen Zhining hadn't eaten lunch and must be very hungry.

Cola chicken wings and sweet and sour pork ribs are done, and lotus root and pork rib soup is ready too.

Wen Zhining said, "I suddenly remembered that day. I was clumsy and got startled, almost falling over. Luckily, my brother caught me."

Perhaps thinking of that day, Jiang Jihe looked up at her with gentle eyes: "Not stupid, Ningning is very smart."

"You don't need to do these things, I'll do them for you."

Wen Zhining's smile widened considerably. "Watching my brother cook is such a delightful sight."

"I wonder if my brother will be able to keep making these for me in the future."

Jiang Jihe didn't pause at all. "Okay, as long as Ningning calls, I'll keep making it for you."

As the last soup was finished cooking, Jiang Jihe turned around with his phone in hand, and Wen Zhining also came out of the room.

Wen Yuesheng: "..."

He clutched his heart, clearly angry, and went back to his room.

Wen Zhining and Jiang Jihe exchanged a glance and burst out laughing.

After finishing the meal, Wen Yuesheng pulled Jiang Jihe into the room and said something.

"My sister really likes you now. You can stay here for the night and make her breakfast tomorrow morning," he said reluctantly.

"Okay." Considering Wen Zhining's condition today, Jiang Jihe didn't want to leave her side.

night.

Wen Zhining went to find Jiang Jihe, who was sleeping in another room.

She shook him awake.

"Ningning, what's wrong?" He sat up in bed, his voice still hoarse from not being fully awake.

"Are you hungry? I'll cook you some noodles." He said, getting up even though he wasn't fully awake yet.

But I know to take care of her.

"Brother, I can't sleep alone." She grabbed his arm as he walked by. "I want someone to keep me company."

"I tossed and turned in bed, still thinking only of you, brother." Her voice was especially clear in the quiet room.