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

Then, he gently tugged at her hand.

Shen Yue's body trembled slightly, and a blush instantly spread across her face, a blush as beautiful as the sunset, delicate and all the way to her ears. A hint of panic flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a different kind of emotion.

"Shen Yue..." Chen Dong spoke softly, his voice low and seductive, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat. His gaze was fixed on Shen Yue's eyes, as if trying to see through her.

Shen Yue lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes like two small fans casting a shadow on her cheeks. She didn't speak, only gently biting her lower lip, her slightly trembling lips seeming to tell of her inner struggle. However, after a moment, she still let Chen Dong hold her hand, their fingers intertwined, sharing each other's warmth.

Their steps moved slowly toward the hotel, each step feeling like walking on cotton, weak yet carrying a resolute air. At the hotel entrance, the revolving door turned slowly under the dim yellow light, as if silently inviting them.

"Do we... really have to go in?"

Shen Yue finally spoke, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet remarkably clear in the quiet night. She looked up at Chen Dong, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Chen Dong didn't answer immediately. He reached out his other hand and gently stroked Shen Yue's cheek, his thumb lightly caressing her flushed skin: "I want to be with you, right now."

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

Shen Yue gritted her teeth, as if making a major decision. She nodded slightly, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes. The two walked hand in hand through the hotel's revolving doors.

The door slowly turned, swallowing their figures into the dim light.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the city, Ma Yingwu sat in his cramped rented room, his eyes glued to the game screen on the television, his fingers tapping incessantly on the controller. A cup of coffee, now cold, sat on his table, surrounded by a pile of game cartridges. He was completely absorbed in cartridge games, his mind solely focused on completing as many as possible.

He was completely unaware that his girlfriend was walking into a hotel with another man, and his head was already quietly enveloped in a verdant green.

As dawn broke, sunlight streamed through the cracks in the window, quietly illuminating Chen Dong's slightly messy room.

The room was small, with a single bed taking up one corner. The sheets were slightly wrinkled, and next to it was a simple wooden wardrobe with the door half-open, the clothes inside not neatly arranged.

A desk stood by the window, piled high with all sorts of documents, ledgers, and materials. The papers were covered with dense writing, as well as key points and annotations circled in red pen.

Chen Dong sat at his desk, his brows furrowed, intently reviewing each cooperation document.

His eyes were focused but tired, and he kept scribbling on the paper, as if trying to find the best solution from the complex information.

At that moment, the door was gently pushed open with a soft creak. Chu Mengran walked in with light steps, wearing a light pink floral dress. The hem of the dress swayed gently with her movements, like a blooming flower.

Her long, glossy black hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders, with a few strands playfully falling on either side of her face, further accentuating her beautiful features. A gentle smile graced her face, and her eyes were filled with concern for Chen Dong.

"Dongzi, it's time for breakfast," Chu Mengran said softly, her voice as clear and melodious as a mountain spring.

Chen Dong looked up and saw Chu Mengran. A smile instantly appeared on his tired face: "Mengran, you're here."

Chu Mengran walked to Chen Dong's side and gently placed a tray on the table. The tray was filled with a sumptuous breakfast, including golden and crispy fried dough sticks, which looked very tempting and were obviously fresh out of the pan; and two perfectly fried eggs, with egg whites as white as jade and yolks as golden as gold, emitting a fragrant aroma.

A steaming cup of soy milk, its aroma rich and fragrant, is accompanied by a plate of delicate side dishes, refreshing and appetizing, which whets the appetite.

"I made your favorite breakfast. Eat up, don't go hungry," Chu Mengran said, pulling a chair next to Chen Dong and sitting down.

Looking at the breakfast in front of him, Chen Dong felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He reached out and gently took Chu Mengran's hand: "Mengran, thank you for your hard work. I've been so busy with work lately that I haven't been able to take good care of you."

Chu Mengran gently shook her head and smiled, saying, "What are you saying? You work so hard for your career, I feel sorry for you. Taking care of you is what I should do." She picked up a fried dough stick, dipped it in soy milk, and held it to Chen Dong's lips: "Here, have a taste."

Chen Dong smiled as he took the fried dough stick, took a bite, and said with satisfaction, "Mmm, it tastes just like I know and love. It's really delicious. Your skills are much better than what you get at the breakfast stalls outside."

Chu Mengran watched Chen Dong wolf down his food, her eyes filled with affection. She said softly, "Eat slowly, don't choke." As she spoke, she picked up a fried egg and placed it in Chen Dong's bowl.

After finishing breakfast, Chu Mengran began clearing away the dishes. "You continue with your work, I'll tidy up these," she said, picking up the tray and heading towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Chu Mengran skillfully placed the bowls and chopsticks into the sink, turned on the tap, and clear water gushed over the dishes. She picked up the dish soap, squeezed out some, applied it to the dishes, and quickly rubbed them with her hands.

Soon, a rich layer of foam appeared. Enveloped in the foam, the dishes and chopsticks were washed clean. She then rinsed them carefully several times with clean water to make sure there was no detergent residue.

After washing the dishes, Chu Mengran neatly arranged them on the dish rack to drain. She then picked up a dishcloth and wiped the sink and stove until they were spotless, instantly making the entire kitchen clean and tidy.

A moment later, Chu Mengran returned from the kitchen and saw Chen Dong engrossed in his documents again. She walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and took out several of Chen Dong's shirts. The shirts were a bit wrinkled and looked somewhat worn, but Chu Mengran didn't mind.

She picked up the iron, plugged it in, and while waiting for it to heat up, she carefully laid the shirt flat on the ironing board and gently smoothed out the wrinkles with her hands.

The iron hissed, indicating it was fully heated. Chu Mengran picked it up and began carefully ironing the clothes. Her gaze was focused and determined, each movement precise and fluid. The iron moved slowly across the shirt, the wrinkles gradually disappearing under its pressure.