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

At this moment, Jung Mong-yeon was like a thorny rose in the night, exuding a charming yet dangerous aura.

She wore a black, tight-fitting mini-dress, the cut of which looked like it was designed by a top designer.

It fits her body curves perfectly, outlining her shapely figure, with every line seemingly containing endless allure.

The neckline of the dress was extremely low, exposing large areas of fair, jade-like skin to the air without reservation.

A delicate diamond necklace sparkled brilliantly on her snow-white neck, the brilliance of the diamonds complementing her aura and making her even more dazzling.

She wore a pair of red high heels, with heels that were at least ten centimeters high, making a crisp sound with every step she took.

The sound was like a war drum, striking Chen Dong's heart, and it made her long, straight legs appear even more striking, making her walk graceful and swaying.

Her long, wavy hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands falling in front of her chest, swaying gently with her movements, adding to her charm and sexiness.

Zheng Mengyan had a meaningful smile on her lips, a smile that seemed to hide countless secrets, and a hint of cunning in her eyes.

Like a fox eyeing its prey, it sized up Chen Dong.

His voice was deep and magnetic, as if it possessed an irresistible magic.

Third Sister Zheng Mengyan said slowly, "Kid, I've been waiting for you. What's wrong? You seem reluctant to come when I called you?"

Chen Dong's heart tightened, like a startled fawn, his heart pounding violently in his chest.

He quickly smiled apologetically and said, "Third Sister, look at what you're saying. It's my honor to be called here by you."

"I just didn't know it was you who was looking for me, so I wasn't prepared at all and it was a bit of a surprise."

Her voice trembled slightly as she tried to sound calm.

Zheng Mengyan smiled softly, her laughter echoing in the private room like the cry of an owl.

She stood up and walked slowly toward Chen Dong with cat-like steps.

She exuded a strong perfume scent, mixed with a faint tobacco aroma, like an invisible mist surrounding Chen Dong, making him feel slightly dizzy.

She walked up to Chen Dong and stretched out her fingers. Her fingers were long and slender, with bright red nail polish on them.

She gently lifted Chen Dong's chin and said, "Hmph, you've got a sweet tongue. I didn't call you here today for anything else, I just wanted to have a good chat with you."

Chen Dong felt a surge of heat rush to his cheeks, as if he were being burned.

He felt an overwhelming urge to stop, after all, he already had Chu Mengran, his beloved girlfriend, and every moment he spent with Chu Mengran flashed through his mind like a movie.

He turned his head slightly to avoid Zheng Mengyan's hand and said in a somewhat dry voice, "Third Sister, please tell me what you need. As long as it's within my power, I will do it without hesitation."

Zheng Mengyan, however, did not intend to let him off easily. Suddenly, she grabbed Chen Dong's arm. Her hands, though seemingly weak, possessed astonishing strength.

She said coquettishly, "Don't be so insensitive. Come on, let's go to my private lounge and have a proper chat. It's not very convenient to talk here."

After saying that, without waiting for Chen Dong's consent, she forcefully pulled him towards the lounge.

Chen Dong tried to struggle, but found that he could not break free from Zheng Mengyan's hand at all, and could only stagger after her.

After entering the lounge, Zheng Mengyan closed the door behind her and locked it.

The click of the door locking was like the tolling of a verdict.

The moment she turned around, she seemed like a completely different person; the cunning in her eyes was instantly replaced by burning desire.

Like a madwoman who had lost her mind, she dragged Chen Dong to the bedside.

Before Chen Dong could react, Zheng Mengyan pounced on him...

Three hours later, Chen Dong finally came out of the lounge.

His steps were unsteady, as if he were walking on cotton. He seemed to have all his strength drained away. He held his waist and looked very weak.

Through the half-closed door of the lounge, Jung Meng-yeon was leisurely smoking a women's cigarette.

Her face was rosy, and she looked completely satisfied. Wisps of smoke billowed from her mouth, drifting slowly into the air, as if telling the story of what had just happened.

Chen Dong forced himself to stay awake and dragged his tired body out of the KTV. The cold wind outside hit him like a knife, but it did nothing to cool down the burning heat and guilt in his heart.

He got on his bicycle and wobbled home.

Along the way, the cold wind howled, but his thoughts were in turmoil, filled with guilt towards Chu Mengran.

When he returned to the neighborhood, he ran into Chu Mengran, who was on her way to his house.

Chu Mengran saw Chen Dong's exhausted appearance from afar. His body was hunched over, as if he had been crushed by the burdens of life.

Chu Mengran was filled with worry, and like a frightened little rabbit, she quickly ran forward.

He helped push the bicycle and asked with concern, "Dongzi, what's wrong? You look terrible. Are you feeling unwell? Don't scare me."

Her voice trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of heartache.

Chen Dong was startled, feeling as if he had been caught red-handed as a thief, and a hint of unease flashed across his face.

He stammered, "No...it's nothing. I just fell off my bike and probably twisted my back. I'm a little tired. I'll be fine after a rest."

His eyes darted away, avoiding Chu Mengran's gaze.

Chu Mengran frowned, her brows furrowing into a small knot, as she carefully examined Chen Dong.

His eyes were full of doubt as he said, "Really? You're not kidding me. You look really strange. Why don't we go to the hospital? We can't delay if you're hurt somewhere."

She gripped the back seat of the bicycle tightly, as if afraid that Chen Dong would suddenly fall.

Chen Dong quickly waved his hand, his movements somewhat flustered, and said, "No need, no need, it's really nothing, just a minor injury, I'll be fine after some rest. Don't worry."

As he spoke, he dared not look Chu Mengran in the eye. His guilt grew stronger and stronger, like a surging tide that almost overwhelmed him.

However, amidst this guilt, he subconsciously recalled the few hours he spent with Zheng Mengyan.

An indescribable, wonderful feeling welled up inside him, plunging him into a deep contradiction and struggle.

Chen Dong didn't know how to face Chu Mengran, or how to hide this secret. The road ahead seemed shrouded in mist, a complete mystery.

After parking the bicycle in the downstairs storage room, Chu Mengran helped Chen Dong upstairs.

Chu Mengran didn't leave even after escorting Chen Dong back to his bedroom to lie down.

She then fetched hot water for Chen Dong, washed his face, and helped him lie down on the bed, gently covering him with a blanket.

"Since you're injured, you should rest properly and not push yourself too hard."

Chu Mengran sat on the edge of the bed, speaking very gently and considerately.

This only made Chen Dong feel even more guilty.