In the quick transmigration story, the most popular female supporting character is both delicate and

Yun Shiyue was looking at documents in his office.

The secretary knocked on the door to ask if the custom-made dress would be delivered directly to her home.

Yun Shiyue lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then closed the blue folder in his hand. "I'll go get it myself... I'll leave work early today."

This was the first time the secretary had ever heard the words "go home early" from her boss's mouth...

Judging from how much better her CEO's temper seems in meetings lately, he must have fallen for some girl.

I hope I can leave work earlier more often in the future!

Yun Shiyue unbuttoned his sleeves and stood upright in front of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the entire city of Beijing.

His jet-black pupils were no longer as cold as they used to be.

With her high, straight nose and gold-rimmed glasses, she possessed an air of elegance reminiscent of a traditional Chinese ink painting—intoxicating yet aloof.

The secretary tidied the documents on the table, turned around, and was about to open the door and leave.

Yun Shiyue rested his long, slender fingers on the table, thoughtfully calling out to her, "What kind of flowers do girls usually like?"

The secretary suppressed a smile. "Of course, it's roses."

Yun Shiyue's dark, tousled hair fell across his forehead, his gaze deep and unfathomable...

Rose?

He chuckled, unable to resist mocking himself for being so obvious...

Even the secretary noticed.

"You go down."

"Okay, President."

Yun Shiyue finished taking the clothes.

A large bouquet of bright red roses was displayed in the window of a flower shop on the street.

But just as his fingers were about to touch the rose, they ended up falling on a wild rose beside it.

He can give her a hundred roses, but he cannot give her a rose.

At least for now...

As long as she remains in this family, she will still bear the surname Yun, and she will still be his sister.

Even without blood relation, it is considered taboo.

He secretly wanted to possess her exclusively, and he was willing to do anything to snatch her away.

But he didn't want to hurt her, and he didn't want her to hate him.

He's not a good person, but he can't be the bad person either.

back home.

There was no one in the living room, but a lively sound came from upstairs in what used to be Yun Yao's room.

He knocked on Yun Yao's door.

It was a long time before the door finally opened.

Yun Shiyue chuckled softly, guessing that he was probably asleep in bed again. It's so noisy upstairs, yet he can still sleep. He's really carefree.

Yun Yao rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked up at the person in front of her. "What do you want?"

Yun Shiyue handed her the dress box, saying, "This is for you. Try it on later."

However, it fit perfectly without needing to try it on; the size was just the right amount of measurement, and he wouldn't forget it.

"A gift for me?" Yun Yao's clear eyes flashed with surprise and doubt. As soon as Yun Shiyue's parents returned to the country, he told them about the female lead's background... She thought he should dislike her or even hate her a little.

Yun Shiyue's eyes reflected the girl's surprised expression. Her once bright, beautiful, and proud eyes were now shrouded in a misty haze.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his eyes darkened.

He softened his tone and gently ruffled her hair soothingly, "You've been so good, Yaoyao, this is a reward."

A reward? Yun Yao has been spending most of her time in her room except for attending classes lately, and she even sits several seats away from the rest of the family at mealtimes.

She didn't recall having any recent contact with him...

Yun Shiyue took out a bunch of roses from behind him and handed them to her, saying, "These flowers have a light fragrance, so they won't be too bothersome in the room."

Yun Yao took the flowers from his hand and said hesitantly, "Thank you."

Looking at the girl in front of him with her eyelashes fluttering, Yun Shiyue really wanted to kiss her.

He unbuttoned a few buttons on his collar, hooked his fingers around the ribbon in the girl's hair, and gently and tenderly wrapped it around her hair... He never knew that waiting could be so unbearable.

the next day.

Birthday party.

Yun Yao put on the red dress that Yun Shiyue had given her, and it fit her surprisingly well...

The fabric and workmanship are also different from the dresses she wore before; they are noticeably more refined and comfortable.

If you don't look closely, you can't tell the difference from other luxury brand dresses.

Yun Yao put on her dress and came out of the door.

Yun Shiyue was still wearing a black suit, leaning against the snow-white wall by her door. His hair was neatly combed back, with only a few strands falling in front of his forehead. His profile was exquisitely handsome, exuding a cold and noble air.

He turned to look at the girl in front of him, a flicker of unspoken emotion in his eyes. His voice was soft, husky, and pleasant, "They left first. You can ride in my car."

Yun Yao glanced at the cold, empty room, then looked up at him. "You... waited for me on purpose?"

A hint of a smile appeared in Yun Shiyue's eyes, but his voice remained cold and indifferent. "Just something I did on the side."

"Tch," Yun Yao thought to herself, "someone was clearly waiting for me on purpose, yet he's still being stubborn."

Arrive at the banquet venue.

Shen Qihuan was in the center of the banquet, surrounded by people coming and going, it was quite lively.

Compared to Shen Qihuan, Yun Yao is currently surrounded by Yun Shiyue, so she is only a little lonely.

But Yun Shiyue was called away by his father.

The rest of the people who wanted to kick someone when they were down gathered around.

Among them, her former cousin Yun Mengxiao called out the most enthusiastically.

"Yun Yao, you said I didn't look good in red last time, and now you're copying me by wearing red. I'll tell you you're just jealous of me!"

Another girl glanced at Yun Yao with jealousy in her eyes. Although she also thought Yun Mengxiao looked ugly in red, it didn't stop her from verbally criticizing Yun Yao.

“I heard that your biological parents are a gambler and an adulterer. People like you with lowly blood will be dirty and ugly no matter how fancy your clothes are.”

Yun Mengxiao glanced at Yun Yao smugly, "Did you hear that? If you know what's good for you, take off that dress right now, and maybe I can find you a tablecloth to cover your shame."

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

The once arrogant and haughty young lady of the Yun family has fallen to such a state. The more arrogant and superior she was back then, the more ironic and laughable she is now!

While everyone was watching the show, some sharp-eyed people recognized that Yun Yao's dress was personally designed and made by the famous designer Serein.

The stitching pattern on the skirt is very special and intricate, and it is unique to designer Serein.

"That designer doesn't design clothes for people easily. Yun Yao couldn't even wear them before, so it's even less likely now."

"I hope it wasn't some shady designer who did it themselves and then pretended it was designed and made by that designer."

Yun Mengxiao snorted coldly, "Hmph, even if it's a quack designer, it probably cost a lot of money! Tsk tsk, no wonder they're clinging to the Yun family so shamelessly. If they leave, they won't even be able to wear clothes made by that quack designer."

Yun Yao rubbed her ears; the group of people were chattering away, it was really annoying.

Since this group of people wanted to see her make a fool of herself, she didn't mind watching them make a fool of themselves.

She looked Yun Mengxiao up and down, her disdain barely concealed.

"Ex-cousin, with your figure... even if you're trying to show off your breasts, there's no need to wear such a tight dress. The zipper is about to burst!"

As for the guy next to him...

Yun Yao pursed her lips. "Tsk, her face is really not pretty, it's an eyesore. Get out of here."

Yun Yao turned her gaze to another person, "Tsk, I don't want to comment. I'll get a wig and wear it sometime."

A guy who thought he was good-looking stepped forward and said, "Hey, Yun Yao, don't go too far."

Yun Yao gave him a disdainful look. "You keep showing off your profile. Do you think it's handsome? And sticking your tongue out like that, oh my god, it's so greasy. You'd only be fit to sweep the door if you were a male model."

The people who were criticized felt their self-esteem was hurt, and could only go to a corner, draw a circle, and silently curse her.