Reborn not to be a simp, the school beauty's whole family goes crazy

Shen Yue took the red wine, took a small sip, and her eyes held a hint of melancholy.

Ma Yingwu noticed her change in mood and asked with concern, "Yueyue, what's wrong? Is something on your mind?"

Shen Yue put down her wine glass and sighed softly, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired lately."

Ma Yingwu quickly said, "Is the pressure of studying too much? How about I go out with you to relax?"

Shen Yue shook her head and forced a smile: "No need, I'm just a little... upset."

Seeing that Shen Yue was unwilling to say more, Ma Yingwu didn't press her further and could only change the subject: "Yueyue, try this steak. This restaurant is very famous for its steak."

Shen Yue nodded, picked up her knife and fork, cut a small piece of steak, and put it in her mouth.

The steak did taste great, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with plenty of juice, but Shen Yue ate it somewhat absentmindedly.

She ate only half of it before pushing the plate aside and saying softly, "I'm full."

Ma Yingwu looked at Shen Yue, who had only eaten half of her steak, and felt a little puzzled.

He knew Shen Yue usually had a good appetite, so why did she only eat so little today?

He hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Yueyue, do you not like this steak? Should I order you something else?"

Shen Yue shook her head: "No need, I just don't have much of an appetite."

Seeing that Shen Yue said this, Ma Yingwu didn't press the matter any further.

He looked at the half steak left on his plate and a thought suddenly popped into his head.

Then, he picked up his knife and fork, carefully cut off a small piece of Shen Yue's remaining steak, and put it in his mouth.

The steak still tasted delicious, but Ma Yingwu had a strange feeling in his heart.

He could almost feel Shen Yue's presence, as if this half-steak was some kind of secret connection between them.

While eating, he secretly observed Shen Yue's expression.

Shen Yue seemed not to notice his actions, still keeping her head down with a somewhat unfocused gaze.

Ma Yingwu felt a secret sense of smugness, as if he had secretly done something remarkable.

After finishing the steak that Shen Yue left over, Ma Yingwu felt a little too full.

He patted his stomach and said with a smile, "Yueyue, your steak is so delicious, I'm stuffed."

Shen Yue looked up at him, her eyes filled with a complex emotion: "You... why did you eat what I left over?"

Ma Yingwu smiled somewhat awkwardly: "I just didn't want to waste it. Besides, the steak you ate seemed to taste even better."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yue blushed slightly and whispered, "You really are... not bothered by dirt."

Ma Yingwu quickly shook his head: "How could I think it's dirty? I'd love to eat more of what you've already eaten."

Shen Yue couldn't help but laugh at his words, and the melancholy on her face dissipated considerably.

She gently patted Ma Yingwu's hand: "You're getting better and better at talking."

Seeing Shen Yue smile, Ma Yingwu breathed a sigh of relief.

He seized the opportunity to say, "Yueyue, if you have anything on your mind, you can tell me. I will always be by your side."

Shen Yue looked at Ma Yingwu with a hint of gratitude in her eyes.

She nodded gently: "Thank you, Yingwu. With you here, I feel much more at ease."

Hearing this, Ma Yingwu felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He knew that he had taken another step closer to Shen Yue's heart.

"Brother Yingwu..."

Shen Yue suddenly put down her wine glass, her red lips parted slightly, and her voice seemed to have a touch of magic, even the glittery eyeshadow at the corners of her eyes trembled.

"Do you think... if I wanted to start my own business, wouldn't that be too far-fetched?"

Ma Yingwu's silver fork clattered against the porcelain plate, making a crisp sound.

He was startled by the sudden question and hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe up the splattered black pepper sauce, while his mind raced with thoughts.

When she looked up, she saw Shen Yue biting her lower lip, looking aggrieved. The diamond necklace on her deep V-neckline shimmered with her breath.

The huge, white 'necklace' made him dizzy.

"Start a business?"

Ma Yingwu stammered as he repeated the words, a sudden image flashing through his mind of his father smashing a celadon teacup while scolding him for "not touching company affairs," and a chill ran down his spine.

"Why did Yueyue suddenly... have such thoughts? This is no small matter."

"It's all thanks to my high school classmate Chen Dong. He successfully started a business last semester and made a lot of money!"

Shen Yue suddenly gripped the tablecloth tightly, her knuckles turning white beneath her lace gloves, her eyes filled with resentment.

"I ran into him when I went home for Chinese New Year last time. Chen Dong's childhood friend had such a smug look on his face, and he actually said I was just a pretty face!"

In reality, Guo Miao didn't say that at all; it was all Shen Yue's own linguistic artistry.

Shen Yue suddenly leaned forward, her black-stockinged legs brushing against Ma Yingwu's suit pants, seemingly unintentionally.

"Brother Yingwu, do I look like a pretty vase to you?"

Ma Yingwu's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He smelled the violet perfume in her hair, and his gaze involuntarily drifted over the faint rose tattoo on her collarbone.

He suddenly noticed that she had specially painted a beauty mark behind her ear today, which made his heart beat faster.

Ma Yingwu felt hot all over, as if he were surrounded by a ball of fire, so he grabbed a glass of ice water and gulped down two mouthfuls.

Then he stammered, "Of course not! Yueyue is so smart, how could she be just a pretty face?"

"It's good that you have ideas, but starting a business is really difficult."

"That's why I want to start my own business."

Shen Yue suddenly rested her chin on her hand and chuckled softly, her crystal nails reflecting an ambiguous light in the candlelight.

"But..."

She let down her thick false eyelashes, casting a fan-shaped shadow under her eyes.

"I had neither capital nor connections, so I had no idea where to start."

"Brother Yingwu, you have a wide network of connections, you must have a way, right?"

The last syllable was like a small hook, gently scratching Ma Yingwu's eardrum, making him feel itchy.

Ma Yingwu suddenly realized his identity as the heir to the TSB Group, and a surge of pride welled up in his heart.

He suddenly straightened his back, the leather seat creaking, and said loudly, "Leave the money to me! I can also find connections!"

He regretted it before he even finished speaking.

He remembered that his father only gave him 3,000 yuan of pocket money each month, and he had just maxed out his credit card last week to buy Shen Yue a Gucci handbag. Now his wallet was pitifully empty.

Shen Yue's eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of her mouth, adorned with pearlescent lip gloss, turned up, making her smile exceptionally charming.

"Really? I knew Yingwu loved me the most!"

She suddenly extended her right hand, which was adorned with a Pandora bracelet, and her fingertips lightly brushed against the back of Ma Yingwu's hand.

"If I could start a company bigger than TSB, I would never have to listen to those people's ridicule again."

"and many more!"

Ma Yingwu suddenly remembered something, and the smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a hint of panic.