After being reborn, I'm no longer going to play the role of a spoiled rich kid.

Chapter 113 Regret
When Meng Weiyuan released You Sijia, tears were already welling up in her eyes.

Her face flushed, and she began to breathe rapidly.

As for the misty blue pajamas she was wearing, they had become wrinkled and crumpled.

She was still sitting on the bed, not quite in a daze, when she heard Meng Weiyuan going to the bathroom to take a shower.

At this moment, without Meng Weiyuan needing to explain, she knew that Meng Weiyuan's earlier getting up wasn't because he wanted to sleep in a separate bed from her.

Yustya let out a soft "woof" and curled herself up again in the warm blankets.

She wanted to cool herself down, but the bedding was filled with Meng Weiyuan's scent, and with each breath, she had the illusion that she was still being held on the man's lap and forcibly kissed.

When Meng Weiyuan came out of the bathroom again, Yusijia immediately became very obedient.

However, because Meng Weiyuan felt so warm all over, she unknowingly rolled into his arms again while she was asleep.

When Yu Sijia woke up the next morning, she was surprised to find that Meng Weiyuan was still by her side.

Meng Weiyuan noticed her as soon as she woke up.

A slightly rough hand stroked behind my ear twice, and it immediately turned red.

Yu Sijia pressed her face against Meng Weiyuan's chest. "Why aren't you up yet?" Her voice was a little muffled, with a hint of confusion from not being fully awake.

At this time of day, even if Meng Weiyuan didn't go to the company, he would still get up to exercise. If she said the night before that she wanted to eat something outside for breakfast, Meng Weiyuan would buy it for her.

In the hutongs and alleys of Beijing, there is no shortage of the lively atmosphere of everyday life.

There are almost no instances like now, when Meng Weiyuan stays with her until eight or nine o'clock in the morning.

Meng Weiyuan chuckled, a tremor seemingly emanating from his chest.

"Are you feeling better?" Meng Weiyuan didn't answer, but asked You Sijia instead.

Yustya made a "hmm" sound and nodded.

It wasn't a big deal originally; she felt that Meng Weiyuan was underestimating her.

Meng Weiyuan suddenly lowered his head, his hot breath brushing against her ear, "Then..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yusjia felt her nightgown being lifted up to her waist by the large hand of the person in front of her.

The next moment, she couldn't help but murmur aloud.

Meng Weiyuan did not fail to give You Sijia an answer; rather, he demonstrated the answer to her through his actions.

By the time Yuska realized what was happening, it was too late.

She disliked the fact that winters in the north were too cold and dry, and even with the heating on, it was still different from the tropical islands where she went to escape the cold.

But at this moment, Yusjia felt that she was no different from being on the island.

She was enveloped in a scorching heat, which caused her to break out in a fine sweat.

The dry northern air hadn't washed away the moisture, and the hair on my forehead was damp, sticking to my cheeks and forehead.

It was a bit messy, but it unexpectedly attracted attention.

Meng Weiyuan had a clear bite mark on his shoulder, and it even looked a little bloody when it was over.

This is the mark that Yuska just left on him.

Yu Sijia lay on the bed, looking weakly at Meng Weiyuan's shoulder.

Even now, seeing the wound she had left on Meng Weiyuan's shoulder, she felt no remorse whatsoever. Meng Weiyuan had almost brought her to the brink of death; the two were already quite different in size, and she always experienced some discomfort in the early stages.

She was spoiled since childhood and had poor physical strength. When she met Meng Weiyuan, he was usually very obedient to her, but once they were in bed, he was like a completely different person.

Whether she begged for mercy or cried to him, Meng Weiyuan remained unmoved. In fact, the man became even more aggressive when he saw her tears.

She only bit him, so what?
Meng Weiyuan glanced at him, then turned away angrily, his forehead practically screaming, "What do you mean, 'I hate you'?"

Break up!

Today is Christmas Day, and also the day for the newcomer awards ceremony at the comic book annual meeting.

Yu Sijia got home late yesterday, and she dawdled in the bathroom. By the time she came out, she had completely forgotten to text Ma Zuozuo.

When the phone rang and she saw the caller ID, Yuska gasped and immediately stood up from the stool in the studio.

One side of the yard is planted with magnolia trees, while the other side has many persimmon trees.

It's almost December, and the persimmon trees are already laden with bright red persimmons.

Because no one has picked them, the persimmons are still hanging on the treetops, each one bright red and looking quite appealing.

After answering the phone, Yu Sijia reached out and touched the Christmas decorations on the French windows, "Teacher Ma..."

"Why haven't you arrived at the hotel yet?" Ma Zuozuo asked directly. "Is there a traffic jam? The awards ceremony is about to start."

Yusjia rubbed her forehead, thinking to herself, "Just as I thought."

"Um, Teacher Ma, I probably won't be able to come today," Yu Sijia said.

Ma Zuozuo: "Hmm? What's wrong? Is it because of your conflict with Zhou Qishuang yesterday? If it's because of Zhou Qishuang, you don't need to worry about it. Our editor-in-chief has already said that he doesn't need to participate in any activities for the next few days, so you won't run into him." At this point, Ma Zuozuo couldn't help but complain a bit, "Many male illustrators are indeed quite bad in character. I've been in this industry for several years, and they are the ones who cause the most trouble."

Upon hearing this, You Sijia knew that Ma Zuozuo was unaware that Zhou Qishuang had followed her to the KTV last night and tried to harm her.

"Then please ask Ms. Ma to pass on my thanks to the editor-in-chief," You Sijia said. "But I really can't come to the awards ceremony and annual meeting today and tomorrow. I have some things to take care of at home, and I'm really sorry."

"Oh, is that so?" Ma Zuozuo said with some regret on the phone, "Can't you even have a little time? I can secretly tell you that your chances of winning are really high."

Yuska once again expressed her regret and apology.

"Alright then." Ma Zuozuo reluctantly ended the call.

"What? She's still not coming?"

As soon as Ma Zuozuo hung up, she heard the editor-in-chief's voice in her ear.

She turned around, not having time to think about how the editor-in-chief knew she was on the phone with You Sijia. "Yes," Ma Zuozuo nodded. "She said she had some things to take care of at home, so she couldn't come."

The editor-in-chief, holding a mug, tapped his fingers on the rim. "Never mind then, let her rest. When you send her the trophy later, send her an extra bonus, just have it paid out of the company account."

Ma Zuozuo exclaimed "Ah!" in surprise.

"A red envelope? Why do we need to give her an extra red envelope?" Ma Zuozuo asked.

She was worried that if the other artists on the website found out about making such a special exception for Yuska, it wouldn't be good for Yuska.

The editor-in-chief raised an eyebrow. "You weren't online?"

Ma Zuozuo shook her head. "What happened online?" She had been busy with the venue arrangements all morning and hadn't had a chance to rest.

As she said this, Ma Zuozuo took out her phone.

(End of this chapter)