Transmigrating into a book, the fake daughter is spoiled by the group every day

"Okay, okay, baby, don't be sad, be happy!" Song Yun smiled softly and stroked Luo Ning'er's hair. "To celebrate the start of your new semester, Mommy specially asked the chef in the kitchen to make a lot of your favorite dishes for you!"

"Really? That's great, mom is the best, I love you the most!" Luo Ning'er burst into laughter as soon as she heard there was something delicious.

They returned home talking and laughing. As soon as they entered the house, they saw Luo Xiangming and Luo Jinghao sitting on the sofa in the living room with warm smiles on their faces.

"You're back. Are you hungry? Go and clean up and prepare for dinner." Luo Xiangming said.

When Luo Ning'er heard her father's words, she hurried to the room.

A few minutes later, Luo Ning'er changed into a comfortable home outfit, skipped downstairs, and went straight to the restaurant.

In the restaurant, a large round table is filled with delicious dishes, the aroma is so fragrant that it makes people salivate.

"Mom and sister are too fast."

As Luo Ning'er spoke, she quickly walked to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Okay, okay, come and have dinner." Song Yun greeted with a smile.

The dinner was extremely warm. Although Luo Jinghao was curious about the bouquet of flowers Luo Ning'er received, he did not mention it at the table.

He secretly decided that he would ask about this matter in detail after dinner.

After dinner, Luo Ning'er planned to go back to her room to finish her homework.

However, as soon as she stepped out of the restaurant, she was stopped by Luo Jinghao.

"Wait, An An, don't rush back to your room. Tell me about the bouquet of flowers today first." There was a bit of inquiry and concern in Luo Jinghao's eyes, which made Luo Ning'er stop involuntarily.

Upon hearing that their daughter had been given flowers, Luo Xiangming and Song Yun, who were about to leave the table, couldn't help but slow down their pace. Their faces were full of curiosity and concern about the matter.

Luo Ning'er felt the double gaze from her parents, and a sense of nervousness rose in her heart.

"An An, did someone send you flowers?" Song Yun asked softly, her voice full of tenderness and worry.

Luo Ning'er looked at her parents' eyes filled with questions and expectations, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to tell the truth: "I don't know who sent it. There's nothing written on the card."

Upon hearing this, Song Yun frowned slightly. She was obviously a little disappointed with the result.

But she quickly thought of another possibility: "Could it be a gift from one of your friends? Maybe a cheese peach?"

Luo Ning'er shook her head, a trace of helplessness on her face: "It shouldn't be her. She also started school today and is very busy. She probably can't take care of me."

At this time, the atmosphere in the Luo family seemed a little subtle.

Luo Jinghao's eyes swept across Luo Ning'er's cheek. His voice was low and serious: "An An, were these flowers given to you by a little boy? You are still young, don't be easily fooled by other people's sweet words."

Luo Ning'er's cheeks instantly flushed, "I don't know either, but no matter who gave it to me, I will study hard."

Song Yun, who was standing beside her, had a gentle smile on her face. She gently stroked Luo Ning'er's hair and said, "That's good, my precious daughter. You are still young and it's not time for you to fall in love."

Thinking back to some time ago when her daughter was obsessed with chasing Lu Jinan, and now that she was finally no longer as obsessed as before, Song Yun prayed secretly in her heart that no one would show up again to distract her daughter.

"Oh, I know, I know! Mom, I'm going to study!" Luo Ning'er said coquettishly, then turned around and ran back to her room.

Looking at her little daughter's departing back, Song Yun turned to look at Jiang Li beside her.

Then she earnestly admonished, "Xiao Li, the same goes for you. Your most important task right now is to study hard. When you grow up, if you want to have a relationship, Mom won't object."

"Yeah." Jiang Li nodded, then returned to his room.

Since today is the first day of the new semester and there are exams all day, the teacher did not assign any homework.

Just now when they were downstairs, Jiang Li had actually noticed Luo Ning'er's abnormality, but she did not expose it.

At this moment, Luo Ning'er returned to the room and suddenly fell on the bed, holding the mobile phone tightly in her hand, with the WeChat chat interface with Jiang Yufeng remaining on the screen.

She hesitated and wanted to send a message to confirm her guess, but after tapping her fingers on the keyboard a few times, she hesitated and deleted it.

She was afraid that her directness would embarrass him, and she was also afraid that all this was just a misunderstanding caused by her own wishful thinking.

Time passed quietly as Luo Ning'er was entangled and struggling, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten minutes had passed.

So she opened Xiaohongshu and tried to find some inspiration from it.

After careful consideration, Luo Ning'er finally organized her words in a way that was both appropriate and subtle, and she gently clicked the send button.

【Did you send it? 】

She also posted a photo of the card that read "Happy Back to School."

After sending this line of words and the photo of the card, Luo Ning'er felt like she was suspended in mid-air, feeling both expectant and nervous.

The phone screen suddenly lit up, interrupting her thoughts.

Jiang Yufeng's reply was concise and direct: [Happy start of school.]

Although he didn't admit it explicitly, Luo Ning'er's heart inexplicably calmed down. She knew that it was a gift from him.

She took a deep breath and continued typing: [Why are you doing this? ]

She wanted to know his motives, and even more, she wanted to know how he felt about her.

Jiang Yufeng's reply came quickly: [I thought you already knew.]

Although the sentence was vague, Luo Ning'er understood its meaning.

Luo Ning'er felt a little helpless. She knew that she was now in the critical period of her senior year in high school. Her studies were the most important thing and she should not be easily tied down by emotions.

【I am now in my third year of high school, so I need to study hard. 】

However, Jiang Yufeng's reply made her feel both amused and helpless.

[Would you like me to tutor you? My grades are pretty good.]

Looking at the man's brief and vague reply on the phone screen, Luo Ning'er stomped her feet in anger and felt crazy.

She had hinted that she should focus on her studies now, but he didn't seem to take her words to heart and instead played Tai Chi with her.

Luo Ning'er frowned, feeling helpless.

After all, the other person didn't explicitly express any special feelings towards her. If she just rejected him narcissistically, it would seem a bit self-indulgent.

At this moment, Jiang Yufeng seemed to know Luo Ning'er's dilemma and sent a message.

[You are not yet an adult, don't worry, I won't do anything to you.]