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

She had no objections and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Time flew by and it was already five o'clock.

The head nuzzled against her neck. "I'll wash your clothes every day from now on, okay?"

"Wash it if you like," she said, "but there's no reward."

"it is good."

He responded and looked up at her. Although she was the one who had been kissed and bitten, his eyes were filled with misty tears.

"Sister, you smell so good."

"Sister," he called out to her again and again.

Her love songs captivated countless fans, making them feel as if they were in love, and they would call out to her.

"Sister, how many clothes do I have to wash and you'll give me a reward?"

She found it somewhat amusing.

"If you want a reward for doing laundry, answer one question for me first."

"I'll answer as many questions as you want," he said.

"Did you come out this morning, or last night?" she asked.

He didn't realize what she was saying at first, until her hand fell on his waist and moved downwards, then he understood.

He stammered, his ears turning red, his lips pressed tightly together, clutching the hem of her clothes, looking embarrassed and helpless.

"Hmm? Don't you want the reward anymore?"

"Yes!" he said eagerly.

Then, honestly, shyly, and softly, she replied, "Last night."

"Why is that?" Wen Zhining continued to ask.

"you."

The questions he had just faced, and the one he was facing now, were both so difficult for him to answer, yet he immediately gave the answer.

"I forgot our artist is a man; he has desires too," she teased.

"Who told you to be so soft and smell so good, and to keep touching me?" he said sullenly.

"It's okay, I don't mind being with you. Next time something like this happens, wake me up."

"Is it okay?" he asked cautiously.

"Sure, I'm your manager, of course." She smiled at him.

Ke Guidu was captivated by those bright, beautiful eyes.

"Why are you so shy? Why are you hiding it? We're good friends, what's wrong with helping each other out?"

Ke Guidu thought what she said made sense, and happily nuzzled her neck, his eyes sparkling, "Yes, my best friend."

After tidying herself up, Wen Zhining changed into a dress.

Ke Guidu turned his back, squatted down next to the suitcase, grabbed the edge of the suitcase, and listened to the sounds of changing clothes behind him.

The person changing clothes behind him threw the clothes they had taken off onto his shoulder.

He took it down, put it in a bag, and put it back in his suitcase.

These are the clothes he's taking home to wash; there's a reward for them.

The two left the hotel.

Ke Guidu was about to retrieve the cushion from the next room, so he went back to the next room.

When the door opened, the person inside almost knocked him over.

A figure lunged at him as soon as he opened the door, but luckily he reacted quickly and twisted away.

It's turned on.

Wen Zhining, standing at the door next door: "..."

"There's someone in the room!" Ke Guidu ran to her side in fear.

"I hope my pillow hasn't been assassinated? You gave it to me, and I sleep with it every night."

"Damn it! Weren't we supposed to be the only two people on this floor? How come someone is in my room?"

Ke Guidu took out his phone to file a complaint with the hotel, when he saw Geng Anji come out of the room.

Upon seeing that it was her, Ke Guidu's face instantly turned cold.

Seeing the person trying to approach, he kicked them, sending them crashing into the wall, and shouted, "What did you do to my pillow?!"

"I... I thought it was my brother. I went into the room to hug him last night, but I got scared and dropped him on the floor." Geng Anji was frightened and answered his question in fear, clutching his stomach where he had been kicked, and started to cry.

"Ouch...it hurts so much..."

"I... I can't have children for my brother anymore..."

Wen Zhining looked at her with a complicated expression.

The hotel staff and owner rushed over, and were stunned by the scene.

"What are you doing at your hotel?" Ke Guidu asked coldly. "You let someone in without even knowing? And they even got into my room!"

The boss was about to explain, but Ke Guidu didn't have time to listen to his excuses.

"I won't let this go." He took photos of the open door, went inside to take pictures of the messy room, and saw the cushions on the floor, which made him even angrier.

He went back to the next room to pack his things and put them in his suitcase. He had to put away the clothes that had just been hung out to dry and make sure he didn't forget anything.

Wen Zhining leaned against the door and glanced at the anxious and flustered boss, as well as Geng Anji, who was crying on the ground, clutching her stomach and saying "I don't have a child."

"Boss, your hotel will no longer be able to operate starting today," she said with a smile.

"Ms. Wen, please give me a chance. Don't post it online. Let's think of a solution, okay?" the boss tried to salvage the situation.

Just then, Ke Guidu came out with his suitcase, glanced at the boss, who was standing in front of Wen Zhining. The boss looked at him and quickly took a few steps back to make way.

Ke Guidu pulled Wen Zhining away.

The boss was furious, and seeing Geng Anji still groaning about having a child only fueled his anger.

He was about to kick her again when the receptionist stopped him. "Boss, calm down. What's most important for us now is to find out where she got the room key and how she got in."

This melon is huge, I have to eat it.

"Call the police, get the surveillance footage, and keep an eye on her," the boss shouted.

"If my shop gets shut down, I'll fight her to the death." The boss spat at Geng Anji.

Geng Anji: "Child...child..."

Others: "..."

"Wait a moment."

As they exited the hotel, Wen Zhining called out to Ke Guidu.

"We need to run fast, or that woman will catch up again. She's so dirty."

Wen Zhining took his phone and said, "Squat down."

Ke Guidu immediately squatted down, covered his face, and said, "Go ahead and take the picture."

Satisfied with his intelligence, Wen Zhining took a picture of him squatting next to his suitcase, covering his face and looking sad.

After taking the photos, Wen Zhining returned the phone to him, and the car they had called arrived. The two put on masks and got into the car.

"Have you thought about what to say?" Wen Zhining asked in a comfortable tone.

"Of course." He gave a chilling smile.

Seeing her adjust her posture, he moved closer to her. "Want to rest your leg on mine?"

As he spoke, he placed his hand on her leg, touching a smooth, white patch that he found irresistible.

The dress she wore today.

The short skirt was a gift from him; it was his only one from a high-end brand.

She doesn't wear skirts very often, but she'll wear them occasionally if she feels like it.

"Isn't it a little short?" He frowned slightly, reached down to the hem of the skirt, and pinched the corner to pull it down.

"Don't pull." She quickly stopped him, holding his hand and whispering in his ear:

"My skirt is so short, if you pull it up you'll see my underwear."

He gave a soft "hmm," his hand covering her bare legs, his fingertips caressing them, then he lowered his voice: "Are you happy with the dress I bought for you, sister?"