Quick Transmigration: Passerby A Gets Entangled with the Male Lead

"I'm out of inspiration, I might have to stop updating again." He Zhiyao looked at the latest message on her WeChat and couldn't help but smile. Yu'er was about to burst out laughing.

Since returning from the small town, she has ignored all the messages Wen Zhiliang sent her for the past week.

It's impossible to make him stop updating now, since if Wen Zhiliang stops updating, the editor-in-chief will talk to her immediately. Although she can quit right away, this job can speed up the progress of the plan.

“I remember one day you wrote a detailed outline that could have covered at least half a month’s worth of plot.” He Zhiyao ruthlessly exposed Wen Zhiliang’s words.

Wen Zhiliang looked at He Zhiyao's reply, but she couldn't feel happy at all.

So only when he suggested stopping updating his work could he get her attention; otherwise, she really didn't want to pay any attention to him.

"I don't want to write anymore. I have no motivation and no interest." Wen Zhiliang continued to send messages to He Zhiyao, deliberately showing a negative attitude.

He Zhiyao: "???"

"so?"

Wen Zhiliang: "How about I treat you to dinner tomorrow?"

He Zhiyao: "Okay!" After a week of cooling off, it's about time. Next, it's time to confirm our relationship with Wen Zhiliang.

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In the restaurant, He Zhiyao looked at Wen Zhiliang with a serious expression and asked directly, "Tell me! What exactly do you want me to do to get you to seriously finish writing this book?"

She thought to herself that once the book was finished, her mission would be almost complete, and then she could smoothly leave this world.

Wen Zhiliang did not answer He Zhiyao's question immediately. Instead, she smiled and pushed the dessert in front of her to He Zhiyao, saying softly, "The desserts here taste very good. You should try them."

He Zhiyao glanced at Wen Zhiliang, but still obediently picked up the small fork and took a bite of the dessert.

One bite, and the taste was indeed quite good.

However, He Zhiyao was not fooled by the deliciousness of the dessert. She quickly finished the small portion, wiped her mouth with a tissue, looked at Wen Zhiliang again, and said, "Alright, can we have a proper talk now?"

Wen Zhiliang didn't seem to be in a hurry. She smiled slightly and said, "Sister, since you're so eager for me to finish writing this book, then I'm going to make some rather unreasonable demands!"

"Well, go ahead and say it. As long as you can update properly until the end as promised, I'm open to considering it," He Zhiyao said, raising an eyebrow.

"How about you be my girlfriend, sister? All I can think about right now is how to win you over. I have no motivation to write at all," Wen Zhiliang said jokingly.

“Sure!” He Zhiyao agreed without hesitation, as if the matter couldn’t be simpler.

Sure enough, everything went so smoothly!

Wen Zhiliang was somewhat surprised to hear He Zhiyao agree so readily.

His jet-black eyes were fixed on He Zhiyao, as if trying to see through her eyes to understand her true thoughts and confirm whether she was really as decisive as she appeared.

"What, don't you believe me?" He Zhiyao raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and asked softly.

"I...I'm just afraid you're just brushing me off, sister," Wen Zhiliang said after a slight hesitation.

He slowly stood up and gradually approached He Zhiyao, the distance between them getting closer and closer.

“So, I’d like to confirm this first.” Before she finished speaking, Wen Zhiliang suddenly reached out a hand and gently lifted He Zhiyao’s chin, while her other hand supported the back of her head.

Immediately afterwards, he leaned forward and fiercely pried open He Zhiyao's lips, dancing with her.

Wen Zhiliang's lips and tongue seemed to convey a deep longing.

The kiss was rough and urgent, as if long-suppressed emotions were exploding in an instant.

After the kiss ended, Wen Zhiliang slowly released He Zhiyao. His fingers gently wiped away the smudged lipstick from the corner of her lips, and he said with a half-smile, "Sister, you are really heartless. You didn't even reply to a single message."

"If I hadn't replied to your message, how would I be here now?" He Zhiyao immediately retorted to Wen Zhiliang's dissatisfied words.

"Anyway, my sister is my girlfriend now." Wen Zhiliang's tone carried a hint of uncertainty. "I want to live with you, is that okay?"

“Sure!” He Zhiyao’s lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, but her eyes were fixed on Wen Zhiliang with unusual determination. “But you’ve made so many requests, it’s time for me to make one too.”

Wen Zhiliang looked at He Zhiyao. He called her "sister" affectionately, but he exuded a strong aura that was impossible to ignore.

“Okay,” Wen Zhiliang readily agreed, he didn’t want to just play around with He Zhiyao.

This past week has made him realize that he seems to have a special feeling for He Zhiyao, that he can't live without her, and that his longing for her grows stronger every day.

Seeing this, He Zhiyao's smile widened, and she said softly, "Our relationship needs to be kept secret."

However, the moment He Zhiyao finished speaking, a sharp glint flashed in Wen Zhiliang's eyes. It was a change that was almost imperceptible, but He Zhiyao still managed to catch it.

"No." Wen Zhiliang's answer was crisp and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Why not?" He Zhiyao's smile vanished instantly. She looked at Wen Zhiliang with some confusion. "I've agreed to all the requests I made. I only made this one small request."

Wen Zhiliang frowned slightly, stared at He Zhiyao, and slowly said, "Sister, you seem to have forgotten something. You were the one who asked me not to stop updating."

"Oh, so if I don't care whether you stop updating or not, then does that mean..." He Zhiyao didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was already very clear.

Just then, the waiter brought out their dishes, breaking the somewhat awkward atmosphere between the two.

Wen Zhiliang looked at the delicious food on the table, but felt no appetite at all.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice calm: "I knew my sister wasn't serious, she just wanted to play around." His tone carried a hint of grievance, as if he had been greatly hurt.

In fact, Wen Zhiliang herself couldn't explain why this was happening.

From the moment he first saw He Zhiyao, he had a strange feeling that she was very susceptible to this kind of thing.

Therefore, when he was with her, he unconsciously showed a completely different side of himself than usual.