She's a shrewd and sweet woman who transmigrated into a book.

Chapter 31 So adorably silly

Liu Jingyi blinked her watery eyes, trying her best to play the role of a young wife who had never traveled far from home and was full of curiosity and ignorance about trains, her tone carrying just the right amount of innocence and dependence.

Under the light, her upturned face was as white as jade, and her long eyelashes fluttered like small fans.

Leng Yunting looked at her, thinking that only she would ask such a stupid question.

Leng Yunting was extremely intelligent from a young age, and he also hated stupid people the most.

But when faced with such a silly and adorable question from a woman, a subtle warmth is revealed.

He looked at her feigned ignorance and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

He wasn't entirely unaware of her little tricks, but...

This vibrant and slightly cunning version of her is far more captivating to him than the Liu Jingyi of the past, who was prickly and only used malice to mask her vulnerability.

“Hmm,” he responded softly, his voice gentler than usual, “very long, like an iron dragon.”

When it runs... it's more than ten times faster than the fastest horse.

"Won't that person fall? Is the door sturdy?"

Yes~

Upon hearing this, Liu Jingyi's watery eyes widened instantly, like a startled fawn, filled with genuine panic—

Although this panic was mostly to match the role she was playing at the moment.

She instinctively gripped Leng Yunting's sleeve, her fingertips turning slightly white, her voice trembling slightly: "Will...will it really fall? Then...then..."

She hesitated for a long time, seemingly choked by the terrifying thought, staring blankly at Leng Yunting, her long eyelashes fluttering rapidly as if seeking a negative answer.

Leng Yunting lowered his eyes and looked at her small hands that were tightly gripping his sleeve. Her fair and jade-like face was filled with genuine fear (at least on the surface).

The barely perceptible warmth in his heart grew a little stronger, almost turning into a noticeable smile on his lips.

This little fox is putting on quite a convincing act.

“However,” he said in a deep voice, with a calming quality.

He interrupted her "panic" and took the opportunity to gently gather her hand, which was tightly gripping his sleeve, into his warm, dry palm.

The sudden skin-to-skin contact made Liu Jingyi's heart skip a beat, and her feigned panic almost crumbled, a barely perceptible blush creeping up her ears.

Leng Yunting seemed oblivious to her slight stiffness, his thumb unconsciously stroking the back of her delicate hand before continuing, "The door is very sturdy, locked with an iron bolt. As long as you don't open it yourself, or..."

He paused deliberately, watching her slightly breathless expression of nervousness, before slowly adding, in a serious tone, "...or hold me tight, and you won't fall."

"Hold me tight...to you?"

Liu Jingyi repeated it subconsciously, her voice barely audible.

Under the light, her upturned face turned even redder, and this blush quickly spread across her cheeks, revealing a hint of genuine shyness beneath her deliberately feigned innocence.

She felt as if all her little thoughts had been seen through by him, and as if he had subtly lured her into an even deeper trap.

Leng Yunting gazed at the captivating blush on her face, his eyes deepening.

He clearly saw the fleeting embarrassment and the hint of cunning in her eyes as she tried to appear calm.

This vibrant and lively woman, with her slightly clumsy acting and genuine reactions, is a thousand times more endearing than the prickly, resentful woman I remember.

"Ah."

He responded softly, his voice deeper and closer than before, his warm breath brushing against her forehead, carrying an undeniable air, "So, stay obediently by my side. No matter how big this iron dragon's belly is, it can't get you out."

"But I'm a germaphobe, can I bring my own sheets?"

"I have trouble sleeping in unfamiliar beds, what should I do?"

"What will we eat on the train? Should we bring our own food?"

"How much do you need to bring?" Leng Yunting was quite patient at first, but gradually lost patience.

He watched as her pink lips opened and closed, uttering these questions that seemed almost childish to him, with a hint of indulgence in his eyes.

He even followed her train of thought and simply replied, "Whatever you want. Take it."

But when faced with a barrage of trivial and repetitive questions like "I don't like sleeping in the same bed," "I need to bring food," and "How much to bring," he simply leaned down and kissed the woman.

"If you say anything more, I'll continue."

Liu Jingyi quickly covered her mouth, "I...I won't say anything more."

Really!
They have absolutely no sense of chivalry or respect for women!

Liu Jingyi turned and went back to her room. She had been busy making clothes for her sisters-in-law for the past two days, but her own clothes had been put on hold.

She's leaving the day after tomorrow, so she needs to hurry up and finish making the clothes, including Leng Yunting's, since she really wants to wear matching outfits with her boyfriend.

Liu Jingyi's design draft is complete; all that's needed is to follow the drawings to make it.

Liu Jingyi was busy working in her room, while Leng Yunting went to wash the dishes.

When Leng Yunting returned, he saw her at the sewing machine again, fiddling with clothes.

He couldn't help but frown.
"Why are you doing it again? Didn't you finish the previous one?"

"Hmm."

Liu Jingyi was only focused on the clothes in her hands when she replied, then realized what she had said.

“Those were done by the women in the compound who asked me to do them.”

After all, the clothes she had made before had been sent to Niuzhuang, and she couldn't afford to arouse Leng Yunting's suspicion.

After Liu Jingyi finished speaking, Leng Yunting remained silent for a long time.

The room became unusually quiet for a moment.

After a long while, Leng Yunting said "Oh," and then looked at her and said calmly, "Liu Jingyi, when did you become so kind to others?"

He knew Liu Jingyi's personality perfectly well.

If you can sit, never stand; if you can lie down, never sit.

Now he's making clothes for other people.

"Liu Jingyi, did you take the money?"

Leng Yunting couldn't think of any other possibility besides this.

Liu Jingyi looked at him and suddenly felt a little guilty.

She stammered, "Well, I only charged eight yuan for the workmanship."

Leng Yunting grabbed the little woman in front of him, he was furious.

He originally thought it was made for him.

"Liu Jingyi, do you need a few dollars?"

Liu Jingyi muttered under her breath, "Of course, the more money the better. I'm not stupid, do you think I have too much money?"

Liu Jingyi still didn't know why Leng Yunting was so angry.

However, Leng Yunting was always so unpredictable.

After Liu Jingyi finished speaking, she began to act coquettishly.
"Honey, I'm so tired! My back hurts! Can you give me a massage?"

Leng Yunting really wanted to pry open the woman's head and see what she was thinking.
Can't she see the resentment she feels right now?
Leng Yunting realized he was really being pathetic, as he was even worried about whether her back was really hurting!

(End of this chapter)