Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

But Lu Chengye convinced himself.

Even a highly restrained and courteous nobleman like Pei Shiheng, if forced into a situation,

At most, I was forced to kiss him a few times and bit his neck a few times, which was just a superficial advantage.

He absolutely could not possibly do anything that crosses the line.

Look at Jiang Li, she's so lively and energetic today!

If such a substantial relationship had actually occurred, Jiang Li wouldn't be able to move so skillfully now.

Lu Chengye breathed a sigh of relief, feeling completely at ease.

Thankfully, nothing irreparable happened.

After calming himself down, Lu Chengye finally turned his attention back to the important matter at hand.

He came to bang on the door early this morning, not just because Pei Shiheng and Jiang Li were in the same room.

More importantly, he was busy taking care of Lin Xiaoman and dealing with all sorts of messy things last night.

I didn't have time to check my phone until late at night.

When he opened WeChat, he saw the breakup message sent by Jiang Li.

He initially thought Jiang Li was just throwing a tantrum, since she had never acted like that before.

So, after learning from Pei Yubai this morning that Jiang Li had gotten drunk and was resting here yesterday,

He rushed over to find out what was going on.

Lu Chengye suppressed his regret and stared straight at Jiang Li.

His voice was filled with barely suppressed frustration.

"Since what happened last night was a misunderstanding, I won't pursue it further."

Lu Chengye gritted his teeth.

"But Jiang Li, what exactly did you mean by the breakup text message you sent me?"

Upon hearing the word "breakup," Pei Shiheng's slender fingers clenched tightly.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, as if it were about to burst out of my chest.

She broke up with Lu Chengye.

His baby finally didn't want this trash anymore.

A wave of ecstatic joy was about to engulf him.

He wanted to pull her into his arms immediately, kiss her, and possess her.

But he desperately suppressed that insane possessiveness, forcing himself to lower his eyes.

When he looked up again, Pei Shiheng's cool and handsome face...

It already carries just the right amount of worry and helplessness.

"Cheng Ye, Jiang Li, stop arguing."

His voice was gentle, yet filled with deep self-reproach.

"You've been together for so long, don't let my actions last night cause any misunderstandings."

It's all my fault. If I hadn't been here last night, none of you would have...

As he spoke, his well-defined fingers touched the wound on the corner of his lip again, and he frowned, enduring the pain.

She's an absolutely wonderful person who, even when bullied, still thinks of the perpetrator.

Upon hearing Pei Shiheng's words, Lu Chengye felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.

Despite being punched by himself, Pei Shiheng surprisingly didn't hold a grudge and earnestly tried to persuade them to make up.

Looking at myself, I realized I had acted without even knowing what had happened; I was not human at all.

"Shi Heng, this has nothing to do with you."

"It's a problem between her and me."

Lu Chengye scratched his hair in frustration.

Oh my god.

The system's voice was filled with awe.

[Baby, listen to this, is this something a human being should say?]

What is he doing?

Is he trying to reconcile them?

He's not going to talk about reconciliation at all!

He was telling Lu Chengye, "Look, she broke up with you because of me."

[Brilliant, absolutely brilliant.]

Jiang Li was both amused and annoyed by the man's overly manipulative nature.

This cunning and scheming man is truly wasting his talent by not winning an Oscar.

She secretly wished Lu Chengye would leave immediately, but pretended to be more magnanimous than anyone else.

"Wow, this is amazing! I'll never learn this tea ceremony in my lifetime."

The system was frantically outputting information in my mind.

Look at how pitiful he is, I almost want to give him two hundred yuan.

Jiang Li raised an eyebrow, her tone flat and devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"Literal meaning."

"A breakup is a breakup, Lu Chengye. What's so hard about that?"

Lu Chengye's Adam's apple bobbed, and he lowered his voice:

"Jiang Li, are you still angry?"

I know I was wrong about what happened at the hospital yesterday, but I was also...

"So you think I'm doing this out of spite?"

Jiang Li interrupted him.

Looking at Lu Chengye's face, which bore a five-point resemblance to Shen Yan's, she felt no emotion whatsoever.

She used to hesitate, repeatedly confirming whether Shen Yan's soul was hidden behind that face.

But now, she just feels like she's wasting her time.

"Isn't the reason for the breakup obvious?"

Jiang Li tilted her head: "Do I need to list them out for you one by one?"

Lu Chengye's expression froze.

[Baby, list them out for him! List them out in front of him!]

One, two, three, four, five, print them out and stick them on his face!

The system was clapping wildly in its mind.

Lu Chengye opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But he found that he couldn't come up with a decent rebuttal.

Jiang Li didn't want to waste any more words with him.

Her attention was entirely focused on the wound on Pei Shiheng's face.

There was a cut on the corner of my lip. Although it had stopped bleeding, the surrounding skin was red and swollen.

That overly delicate face now looks especially heartbreaking.

Such a perfect face, it would be such a waste to leave a scar.

She should have punched Lu Chengye again.

Jiang Li stepped forward, reached out and lifted Pei Shiheng's chin, turning his face towards the bright light.

Pei Shiheng obediently bent down to let her do as she pleased, his eyelashes lowered, and he did not struggle at all when she pinched his chin.

The distance between the two instantly closed.

The girl's sweet, milky fragrance wafted over me.

"Does it hurt?"

Jiang Li asked.

"It won't hurt."

Pei Shiheng spoke very softly, with a hint of restraint.

"It's just a minor injury, don't worry."

Jiang Li frowned.

"My lip is cut; what if it leaves a scar?"

She released her grip, turned to look at Lu Chengye, and her expression turned cold.

"You don't even know how much force you use."

Lu Chengye felt a tightness in his chest from her protective posture.

He wanted to say that even with a scar, Pei Shiheng's face would still be better looking than most people's, but saying that would only annoy Jiang Li more.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

Jiang Li turned around and spoke to Pei Shiheng.

Pei Shiheng shook his head, his voice low: "It's just a minor cut, no need to go to the hospital."

Jiang Li glared at him.

Pei Shiheng then fell silent.

The tall figure took a small step back, his dark eyes looking down at Jiang Li.

The emotions in his eyes were mostly hidden by his long eyelashes, revealing only a hint of submissive obedience.

But if someone were standing at his angle, they could see his downcast gaze.

There was a layer of joy that was almost overflowing.

She was protecting him.

She openly protected Lu Chengye.

This feeling of being firmly chosen was almost addictive to him.

[...] The system remained silent for two seconds.

[Baby, do you know what expression he has right now?]

He was laughing; you scolded him, and he was actually chuckling to himself.

What an incredibly love-obsessed man! He's happy even when he's being criticized—a total jerk!

"Let's go."

Jiang Li picked up her bag from the room and didn't stop walking as she passed Lu Chengye.

Pei Shiheng followed behind her, slightly turning his body to give her an apologetic look.

His eyes were filled with "I'm sorry, brother, I didn't mean to either."

Then he took a step and followed Jiang Li at a leisurely pace.

Lu Chengye stood there, watching the two figures grow smaller and smaller as they disappeared into the distance.

His chest felt tight and suffocated.

I wanted to catch up, but my legs felt like they were made of lead.

He couldn't bring himself to say a single word to persuade him to stay.

He knows perfectly well what he did.

Lu Chengye leaned against the wall in the corridor, irritably tugged at his hair, and took out his phone.

He hesitated for a few seconds, but still sent a message to Pei Shiheng.

Lu Chengye: Shi Heng, please help me persuade her.

I know she's angry, let's wait until she calms down before we talk.

Please, brother.