She died tragically at her engagement banquet, and was reborn to marry the heir of the Beijing elite

Shen Mengxia couldn't bear to watch any longer and was so embarrassed that she frantically tried to close the laptop. However, she lost her balance and fell to the ground along with the laptop.

In the blink of an eye, a strong hand grabbed Shen Mengxia's arm tightly. She felt her arm being gently pulled, and she flew into Fu Yanchen's arms like a light bird.

As soon as the soft, warm body nestled into his arms, Fu Yanchen instinctively wanted to push her away, but the wonderful feeling he had never experienced before made him reluctant to let go.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Mengxia sprang up as if her bottom had caught fire. "Um, big brother, if there's nothing else, I'll go back to my room first." As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and ran away like a startled little rabbit, but she was stopped by Fu Yanchen after only a few steps.

"Xiaxia, I have something to ask you." Fu Yanchen said as he stood up and walked towards Shen Mengxia step by step. At this moment, Shen Mengxia was filled with shame and indignation, and could only instinctively look into Fu Yanchen's deep eyes and back step by step.

Although she had been reborn and knew Fu Yanchen's feelings for her, she had never been in a serious relationship in either of her lives. At most, she had only had the experience of unrequited love, and her understanding of the boundaries between men and women was limited to hugging and holding hands.

But the moment she fell into Fu Yanchen's arms, she clearly sensed that something was wrong with him.

Even if she was naive, she knew what the hard object beneath her had been and what it meant. At this moment, Shen Mengxia's face was as red as a monkey's bottom, feeling both ashamed and annoyed. Ashamed of the embarrassing experience, and annoyed that she couldn't hide her emotions at all.

"Xiaxia, why is your face so red?" Fu Yanchen's voice was deep as he pressed closer and eventually forced Shen Mengxia to the cherry blossom tree in the garden.

He leaned against the tree trunk with one hand, quietly looking down at Shen Mengxia. His warm breath made their hearts pound like drums.

With Shen Mengxia leaning against the cherry blossom tree in April, pink and white cherry blossom petals fluttered everywhere, making the two people under the tree look exceptionally charming.

Shen Mengxia felt that the posture was very ambiguous and even a little romantic. She thought to herself, "I didn't realize that Fu Yanchen, who is usually so serious, is so good at flirting. It's like he's acting in an idol drama."

"What's going on between you and Xiaoting?" Fu Yanchen went straight to the point.

“I have nothing to do with Ye Huaiting. He has his white moonlight, and I have my prince charming. We have nothing to do with each other anymore.” Shen Mengxia had just finished speaking when she heard Ye Huaiting’s voice from not far away, “I hope you keep your word and don’t bother me again in a couple of days.”

Unbeknownst to them, Ye Huaiting and his beloved Qiao Wanwan arrived at the garden and overheard Shen Mengxia's words.

Seeing Qiao Wanwan clinging to Ye Huaiting in such an intimate manner, practically hanging on him, Shen Mengxia felt disgusted and annoyed.

Shen Mengxia rolled her eyes at the two of them, "Don't worry, I was just ignorant all these years and mistook family for love. Don't worry, my boyfriend is a million times better than you."

Fu Yanchen concealed the color in his eyes and said indifferently, "Xiaxia has a boyfriend?" After saying that, he slowly withdrew his hand from the tree trunk, regaining his usual indifference, and said, "You're not children anymore, handle your relationship properly."

Watching Fu Yanchen's departing figure, Shen Mengxia was still lost in thought, wondering if Fu Yanchen was worried that she had a new boyfriend, or if he was jealous.