He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Wen Zhaoci didn't refuse and skillfully ordered several dishes, then asked Sang Jiuning, "What would you like to drink? Juice or something else?"

"Juice is fine, thank you," Sang Jiuning replied softly.

After the waiter left, Sang Jiuning finally breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Wen Zhaoci and couldn't help but ask, "Do you often eat at places like this?"

"It's alright, occasionally," Wen Zhaoci said calmly. "She'll come when we're discussing work."

Sang Jiuning responded with an "oh," feeling even more strongly that they were from different worlds.

She was just an ordinary person before she transmigrated, and she was just an ordinary college student after transmigrating. Even if she thought about stealing the female lead's love interest, the fact that Weng Zhicheng's family was super rich was something she could only imagine.

But the kind of songs Wen Zhaoci sang, coming from a top-tier wealthy family, was something she couldn't even imagine.

She usually only eats at the snack streets or affordable restaurants around the school with her roommates. She never even thought about going to a place where the average cost per person is tens of thousands.

Wen Zhaoci noticed her restraint and took the initiative to break the silence: "The restaurant's signature dishes are black truffle cream pasta and pan-fried foie gras. You can try them later; they taste good."

His tone was natural, as if he were sharing food with a familiar friend, rather than deliberately showing off.

Sang Jiuning nodded, feeling slightly relieved.

She looked at Wen Zhaoci. Under the light, his profile was clearly defined, with a high nose bridge and slightly pursed thin lips. He looked incredibly handsome when he was serious.

She quickly looked away, but her heart skipped a few beats.

"Um..." Sang Jiuning cleared her throat, trying to reclaim her "breakup cooling-off" plan, "Wen Zhaoci, we should still..."

Before she could finish speaking, the waiter brought over a delicate appetizer, interrupting her.

Wen Zhaoci gestured for her to try it first, so Sang Jiuning had no choice but to swallow back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

The food was indeed delicious; the foie gras melted in my mouth, and the pasta was rich in creamy flavor, but Sang Jiu Ning found it rather bland.

She was still preoccupied with her own plans, but looking at Wen Zhaoci's gentle eyes across from her, she found it difficult to speak.

The meal was extremely long. Sang Jiuning felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, while Wen Zhaoci ate calmly and composedly, occasionally putting food on her plate and reminding her which dishes tasted good.

After finishing their meal, Wen Zhaoci paid the bill, and the two walked out of the restaurant together.

The night breeze carried a slight chill, which felt pleasant on my face. "Shall I take you back to school?" Wen Zhaoci asked.

Sang Jiuning nodded. Right now, all she wanted was to get back to her familiar surroundings and sort out her chaotic thoughts.

On the way back, soothing music was still playing in the carriage. Sang Jiuning leaned back in her seat, looking out the window without saying a word.

Wen Zhaoci didn't disturb her; he just drove quietly.

The car quickly arrived at the school. Sang Jiuning felt like she had been granted a pardon and immediately unbuckled her seatbelt: "Thank you for dinner, I'll head back now." "Wait a minute," Wen Zhaoci called out to her.

Sang Jiuning turned around and looked at him.

Wen Zhaoci: "Wait for me to take you back to your dormitory."

The two went together to the camphor tree downstairs in the girls' dormitory.

Sang Jiuning released her right hand, which was being held by Wen Zhaoci, and naturally took the bag from his right hand, saying, "I'll go up first."

Wen Zhaoci: "We won't see each other again until next week, and you're already going up there?"

Sang Jiuning's heart skipped a beat. Was he going to suggest splitting the bill for dinner?

She just checked, and the food they ate, which cost her over three thousand yuan, would have cost her over three thousand yuan. Although she felt bad about spending that three thousand yuan, she was willing to break up with him because of it.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end only asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Zhaoci pulled her hand and stroked it, then lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.

The movement was as gentle as a feather brushing against him, carrying the lingering warmth of his palm and a faint, refreshing scent.

Sang Jiuning froze completely, her mind went blank for a moment, and she even forgot to breathe.

She could clearly feel the faint touch of his lips as they left, and her cheeks began to burn uncontrollably.

"Good night." Wen Zhaoci's deep and pleasant voice, with a hint of barely perceptible laughter, rang in her ears.

Sang Jiuning suddenly snapped out of her daze, pulled her hand back as if she had been burned, mumbled an "oh" and turned to run into the dormitory building as if fleeing in panic.

Wen Zhaoci watched her slightly hurried back, a helpless yet doting smile curving his lips.

Fortunately, he wouldn't be at school for the next few days; he was going to visit his company back home, so he let the kitten roam free for a couple of days.

Sang Jiuning didn't breathe heavily until she rushed into her dormitory and locked the door. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding in her chest as if it were about to burst out.

Her roommates were chatting when they saw her looking distracted and with her cheeks flushed, so they all curiously gathered around.

"Ningning, what's wrong? Why is your face so red? Did you go on a date with the school heartthrob? Why are you so late? It's already past nine o'clock!" Tang Tongtong asked gossipy.

"Yes, yes, tell me quickly, how far have things progressed between you two? Is your boyfriend particularly gentle? Have you two...?" Qin Ying excitedly pressed for more information.

Sang Jiuning became even more embarrassed by their questions and stammered, "N-nothing... I just had a meal."

She subconsciously raised her hand to touch her forehead, where the warmth of his lip print still seemed to linger.

"Eating can make your face turn red and your heart race like this?" Tang Tongtong clearly didn't believe it. "Tell me the truth! Did that school heartthrob Wen do something to you?"

When confronted with these questions, Sang Jiuning could only give a vague answer: "It's really nothing... he just walked me downstairs and said goodnight."

She deliberately omitted the sudden kiss and subconsciously glanced at Song Qingyan sitting at her desk.

Su Qingyan remained quiet, wearing headphones and her gaze fixed on the open book, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with her.

But Sang Jiuning always felt that her fingers holding the pen seemed to tighten slightly for a moment, although they quickly returned to normal.

Sang Jiuning felt inexplicably uneasy, as if she had done something wrong and been caught red-handed.

She quickly looked away, forcing herself to remain calm, and changed the subject: "Oh, let's not talk about that. What were you guys talking about just now?"

Seeing that she wouldn't say more, Tang Tongtong had no choice but to give up and excitedly said, "We're talking about what's going on on the school forum! You and Wen Zhaoci were photographed holding hands at school again today, and the post is about to explode!"

"Huh?" Sang Jiuning was startled and quickly took out her phone to open the campus forum.

Sure enough, a prominent post appeared on the homepage with the title "Shocking! Iceberg Campus Heartthrob Wen Zhaoci and Freshman Sang Jiuning Walk Together Intimately, Sweetness Overload."

Ah ah ah ah ah ah!

Now even their full names are being used.