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

After the game, everyone sat together and chatted.

The conversation somehow drifted to sports.

In an attempt to save face, Ma Yingwu began to boast, "I also love sports, and I'm quite good at aristocratic sports like golf and tennis."

"On the golf course, when I swing, the ball flies high and far, and my form is absolutely perfect; when I play tennis, my smashes are also quite powerful, and most people can't return them."

At this moment, someone asked Chen Dong curiously, "Mr. Chen, what kind of sports do you usually like?"

Chen Dong replied with a smile, his smile conveying both confidence and humility: "I prefer Sanda (Chinese kickboxing). This sport can not only strengthen my body and improve my physique, but also help me defend myself and the people around me in critical moments."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yue immediately retorted sarcastically, "Sanda? That's all barbaric sports involving fighting and killing. How can it compare to the elegance and sophistication of golf and tennis? Playing golf allows you to network with people from high society and expand your social circle; playing tennis is also an elegant social activity. What use is Sanda? It only makes people vulgar."

Chen Dong wasn't angry and patiently explained, "Every sport has its unique value and charm. Sanda can train a person's will, making them more resilient when facing difficulties and challenges, and it can also improve reaction ability and physical coordination. Moreover, it can really come in handy when encountering danger, protecting yourself and the people you care about."

Chu Mengran nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling, and said, "I think Dongzi is absolutely right. He looks so cool when he practices Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), with agile movements and a determined gaze. He even taught me some simple self-defense techniques, which made me feel very safe."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yue's face turned pale and then red, like a palette of colors.

Looking at Chen Dong and Chu Mengran's affectionate display, the jealousy and resentment in her heart almost burst forth from her chest.

But in front of others, she had to force a smile and maintain a facade of harmony, while her heart was in turmoil.

As the event drew to a close, guests began to leave one after another.

Chen Dong and Chu Mengran walked hand in hand to Shen Yue and said goodbye.

"Shen Yue, you had a great time today. Congratulations again on the company's outstanding achievements. I believe the future will only get better and better."

Chen Dong said sincerely, his eyes full of blessings.

Shen Yue forced a smile, which looked somewhat stiff: "Thank you, please come visit again when you have time. I'll definitely treat you to another event next time."

Watching Chen Dong and Chu Mengran's departing figures, Shen Yue clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms, leaving shallow marks.

Ma Yingwu noticed something was wrong and asked cautiously, "Yueyue, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Shen Yue shook off Ma Yingwu's hand and said irritably, "Can't you see? Chen Dong and Chu Mengran are shamelessly showing off their affection in front of me, deliberately trying to annoy me. It's infuriating!"

Ma Yingwu looked aggrieved, like a child who had made a mistake, and mumbled, "Yueyue, don't be angry. What are they? You have me. I will always treat you well, a thousand times, ten thousand times better than Chen Dong."

Shen Yue snorted coldly, her eyes full of contempt: "You? Can you compare to Chen Dong? If it weren't for your family background, do you think you could be standing by my side and enjoying all of this?"

After saying that, she turned and walked away quickly, her high heels clicking rapidly and angrily on the ground, leaving Ma Yingwu standing there blankly, looking bewildered and at a loss.

On the surface, this celebration was a joyous and peaceful company feast; in reality, it was a battlefield where Shen Yue's jealousy burned, and she struggled and suffered in jealousy and resentment.

Meanwhile, Chen Dong and Chu Mengran remained sweet and loving amidst this complex and subtle atmosphere. Their relationship, like a flower that has withstood the storm, grew stronger and more radiant despite Shen Yue's jealousy and resentment.

In late September, the autumn scenery in Beiping (Beijing) is like a jar of fine wine that has been sealed for a long time and has just been opened, slowly exuding a mellow aroma that permeates every inch of the city.

The sunlight has lost its summer heat and scorching intensity, becoming warm and gentle without being oppressive, like a soft veil gently draped over the streets and alleys.

The leaves of the locust trees along the street are beginning to turn yellow, rustling in the breeze as if they are softly singing an autumn song.

In Chen Dong and Chu Mengran's small apartment, the simple wooden square table and a few chairs with peeling paint stood quietly, like loyal old friends, silently witnessing every little detail of these ordinary days.

The scratches on the square table are marks left unintentionally by life, perhaps from a time when two people were dining together and accidentally scratched by cutlery; the worn paint on the chair tells the story of countless times getting up and sitting down in daily life.

Several paintings by Chu Mengran hung on the wall, their colors bright and warm. One painting depicted the two of them strolling hand in hand along a park path, their shadows stretched long by the afterglow. Another painting depicted a corner of a sunlit windowsill, where several potted plants thrived under the gentle caress of the sunlight.

These paintings decorate the entire house with a warm and cozy atmosphere, making people feel the warmth of home as soon as they step in.

That day, Guo Miao, as usual, barged into the apartment and plopped down in a chair, showing no sign of being a stranger.

He held a bright red, tempting apple in his hand, opened his mouth wide, and began to eat it with relish. Juice dripped slightly from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care and just wiped it away casually.

"Dong-ge, I'm saying, the National Day holiday is just around the corner, shouldn't we start planning how to spend this seven-day break?"

He chewed on an apple, his cheeks puffing out, and mumbled indistinctly, his words, carrying the sweet scent of apples, echoing softly in the small apartment.

Yu Qin sat down next to him and gently scolded, "Miao Miao, all you care about is food. Your eyes light up every time you talk about food, and you're more enthusiastic than anyone else. You should have thought about this trip a long time ago, why did you only think of bringing it up now?"

Despite saying that, her gaze seemed to be drawn to Chen Dong as if by a magnet, her eyes carrying a hint of expectation, as if she was hoping deep down that he would speak first and give a surprising idea.

Chu Mengran sat next to Chen Dong, her brows furrowed slightly, looking conflicted.

She unconsciously clutched the hem of her clothes with both hands and said softly, "I'm so conflicted. On the one hand, I want to go back to my hometown to see my parents. I haven't seen them in so long, and I miss them terribly. On the other hand, I also want to take advantage of this rare holiday to relax, go out and travel, and see some different scenery."