Socially awkward person transmigrates into a villain, and he's going crazy for romance reality

"Xiao Yi is not bad, so you can make breakfast." After taking a seat in the restaurant, Yan Guiyun picked up a panini that looked good and prepared to eat it.

Chi Yining: "I didn't say I couldn't do anything..."

If you really don't know anything, you probably wouldn't have been hit by a car and died of starvation in your past life. Especially during the Lunar New Year, there are basically no delivery riders.

Yan Guiyun didn't reply after hearing this, but instead took a small bite and chewed slowly. Chi Yining was somewhat looking forward to Yan Guiyun's evaluation.

"Great, delicious! Our Xiao Yi is such a talented little genius." Yan Guiyun's generous praise made Chi Yining's lips curl up slightly. Without answering Yan Guiyun's words, he began to enjoy his breakfast.

After breakfast, Chi Yining couldn't help but grab Yan Guiyun's hand: "Brother Yan, where are my phone and tablet?"

Yan Guiyun then remembered and turned to look at him: "It's on my bedside table, wrapped in the top shelf of the entryway."

Chi Yining: "..." If you can hide it well, why can't you put it in a more conspicuous place?

"And what time is it now? You're not even answering me..." Chi Yining looked at Yan Guiyun's harmless face with resentment.

“11:30…” Yan Guiyun touched his nose, his eyes wandering elsewhere.

Chi Yining touched his forehead, took a few steps back, and took a deep breath: "I just remembered something I forgot... We're shooting a magazine cover today!"

Yan Guiyun put down Chi Yining's hand that was touching his forehead: "Shooting magazines is tiring. You have to deal with photographers, all kinds of staff, and you also have to meet talkative makeup artists and stylists... Do you really want to do all of that?"

Upon hearing this, Chi Yining, who was initially somewhat apprehensive about the job, completely lost interest and stammered, "Then... what should we do? Sister Ling has probably already signed the contract."

Yan Guiyun reached out and patted his head: "It's okay. Your task today is to rest well. We'll postpone the magazine shoot for now. You can do it later if you want."

Upon hearing this, Chi Yining's eyes widened, and she looked at him suspiciously: "Brother Yan, you acquired Sister Ling's company?"

Yan Guiyun shook her head and pulled Chi Yining to sit down on the sofa: "If we acquire her company, I feel like you'll be unhappy. I don't want to be your boss."

Chi Yining's heart finally settled down after hearing this. He did indeed not want their relationship to change, just as Yan Guiyun had said.

"That's good, you scared me. Brother Yan, could you go and get those things for me?"

"Alright, Mr. Chi, please wait a moment."

A few minutes later, Chi Yining finally got his phone and tablet back. Even though he knew no one would contact him, he still felt disconnected.

After turning on my phone, I found three calls from an unknown number, all originating from Kyoto.

But he didn't plan to call back. Since Brother Yan said everything was fine, then everything must be fine.

"Drink more water, I've put it here for you." Yan Guiyun placed a half-full glass of water in a light blue glass on the coffee table next to his legs.

"Thank you, Brother Yan." Chi Yining glanced at it out of the corner of his eye before picking up the tablet and turning it on.

Yan Guiyun sat down beside him and turned on the TV. Today was another day of successfully keeping the kitten by his side. In a moment of inattention, the kitten almost wandered into someone else's territory; that was close.

This Jia Mingchuan, I've never noticed him before, why is he joining in now? Yan Guiyun picked up his cup, took a sip of water, and changed the channel to: Economic Frontline.

Chi Yining was in a hurry, not even looking up. He hadn't replied to the client last night, but luckily it was a long-time client who was fairly satisfied with his painting and was relatively lenient on the timeline.

"Brother Yan... I'll draw for a while, you watch TV first."