Quick Transmigration: Passerby A Gets Entangled with the Male Lead

Sunday, bar

He Zhiyao was wearing a black, tight-fitting dress with a low neckline that revealed her full breasts and alluring collarbones.

She wore a pair of black high heels, the heels of which made her figure even more upright. Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, giving her a very feminine look.

He Zhiyao felt she needed to find a handsome guy first, flirt with him, and then after completing her mission in this world, she could properly... enjoy life...

Before she could finish thinking, she heard...

"Beautiful lady, let me buy you a drink..." The person who struck up the conversation had just begun.

……

……

"Thank you, but no thanks." He Zhiyao had already turned down countless people, which had made her somewhat annoyed.

She didn't see any handsome guys, but there were a lot of random people around. He Zhiyao took a sip of her drink, and her desire to find a handsome guy faded away.

“Ah Jing, isn’t this your little secretary?” Rong Jiu held a glass of red wine, standing by the glass wall and looking down at the people coming and going below.

Upon hearing this, Song Wenjing put down his wine glass, stood up, and went to the glass wall to look down at He Zhiyao. In the dim light from above, his cold gaze was fixed on the men around her.

So he didn't satisfy her, so she came to this place to find a man?

Rong Jiu, who knows Song Wenjing very well, has already sent someone to invite He Zhiyao up.

"Hello! Boss, please come up and have a seat."

He Zhiyao was about to leave when she heard the bar owner want to see her, so she smiled and declined, saying, "Maybe next time. I have something to do today and I'd like to leave first." Then she walked out of the bar.

The waiter went up to inform Rong Jiu, "This little secretary is quite cautious."

Seeing that He Zhiyao remained unmoved and that there were no other men around, Song Wenjing's mood finally improved a bit.

He didn't answer Rong Jiu's words, finished his drink, put down the glass and said, "I'm leaving." He picked up his coat and went out.

"Tsk tsk tsk~ I bet that kid's off chasing after his secretary." Rong Jiu turned around and looked at the empty room, shaking her head in boredom. "No fun."

He Zhiyao didn't know how much alcohol this body could handle.

My head was slightly tipsy from drinking, but the wind instantly sobered me up. It seems like it worked out pretty well.

He Zhiyao opened her phone to call a car, and saw a car stop in front of her.

Because she had been drinking that night and the lights weren't very bright, she didn't recognize it as her boss's car. She thought it was a car that was out for a drive and couldn't open the back door.

Before they could finish wondering what was going on, the front window rolled down and Song Wenjing’s deep voice came through: “Secretary He, come forward.”

Hearing Song Wenjing's voice made He Zhiyao even more alert, and she exclaimed from the front window, "President, what a coincidence!"

"Come on up, I'll take you back." Song Wenjing's tone was full of forceful authority that brooked no refusal.

"No need, President, I've already called a car." He Zhiyao said, shaking her phone in her hand.

"Don't make me say it a second time."

"Okay." He Zhiyao understood her boss's temper; the boss was the boss, after all! She could only obey unconditionally.

After I gave them the address, the car was very quiet.

Song Wenjing was driving, while He Zhiyao was looking out the window.

……

"Thank you, President." He Zhiyao said as she unbuckled her seatbelt after the car stopped.

Song Wenjing stared intently at He Zhiyao, seemingly lost in thought, and did not respond.

He Zhiyao opened the car door and saw that Song Wenjing did not respond. His piercing gaze made her unsure of what to say, so she immediately said politely, "President, would you like to come up for a glass of water?"

Although slightly tipsy, He Zhiyao still knew the importance of social etiquette and extended a token invitation. Then, Song Wenjing, the big boss, saw through her little scheme and declined. Everyone felt relieved and happily went home.

"Okay." Song Wenjing then looked away, unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out of the car.

He raised an eyebrow at He Zhiyao's invitation so late at night.

He Zhiyao was a little flustered when she heard that Song Wenjing had actually agreed to come to her house for a drink. She didn't know why Song Wenjing had agreed so easily; it shouldn't be like this!

No way! No way! They wouldn't be working overtime late at night, would they?!

"Ha ha……"

on the way home.

Because He Zhiyao's mind was in a jumble, she lost her balance and almost tripped. Song Wenjing caught her around the waist and said, "Be careful."

She felt the warmth of the hand on her waist, and her face flushed like rouge. Fortunately, the alcohol had affected her complexion, so it wasn't noticeable at the moment.

"Thank you." After saying that, He Zhiyao intentionally or unintentionally tried to leave Song Wenjing's side, and also wanted him to remove the hand on her waist.

"Walk carefully. If you fall and get injured, who will do the work at the company tomorrow?" Song Wenjing's calm tone seemed to be for the company's sake, but he secretly brought He Zhiyao, who wanted to leave his side, back to his side.

He Zhiyao: "..."

If it weren't for the fact that you remained unmoved despite my seduction for so long, she would have truly believed that the big boss was taking advantage of her.

As Song Wenjing walked, his hand subtly and gently caressed He Zhiyao's waist.

He Zhiyao felt a slight movement in her waist, but then thought she was overthinking it.

The moment the door opened, he quickly fled from Song Wenjing's side.

He Zhiyao first poured herself a large glass of water before using a disposable cup to give Song Wenjing a sip.

Yes, it really was just a sip of water, and she still felt that everyone was being polite.

After placing the water in the tea room, I belatedly realized that my room was quite messy.

Song Wenjing found a single sofa, sat down, drank the water in his glass, and carefully looked around the room.

Everywhere he looked showed signs that only He Zhiyao lived there. Song Wenjing's lips curled up as he drank water, the smile cleverly concealed by the act.

Watching He Zhiyao bustling about, Song Wenjing suddenly found it quite interesting to see her working.

He Zhiyao was now fully awake. She quickly packed up her snacks and clothes and sat down on the sofa opposite Song Wenjing, pretending that nothing had happened.

Upon noticing that Song Wenjing had already finished his water, He Zhiyao tentatively asked, "President, would you like another cup?" She had only taken two small sips because she thought it was just a polite gesture, but it seemed that he was being more than just polite.

“Okay.” Song Wenjing’s gaze followed He Zhiyao.

Why is Song Wenjing being so agreeable today? Can't he understand that I'm already indicating to him that he should go back? He Zhiyao thought to herself as she went to get a cup.

suddenly,

My foot tripped over something.

He Zhiyao collapsed onto Song Wenjing, completely dazed.

Damn it, she's not even the female lead, why is she putting on this show? He Zhiyao was so embarrassed she could practically dig a castle out of her toes.

"I didn't mean it, do you believe me?" He Zhiyao blinked her big eyes and said very seriously.

Song Wenjing raised an eyebrow and looked at He Zhiyao, who blinked her big, bright eyes and looked completely innocent as she replied, "I know you didn't mean it." But he tightened his grip on He Zhiyao's waist.