Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

After eating and drinking her fill, Jiang Li put down her chopsticks.

She touched her slightly protruding belly, and alarm bells went off in her head.

If she really follows the method of exhaustion that Shen Yan just mentioned, she won't be able to straighten her back tomorrow.

【Baby, run!】

The black and white cat hooked its paws on the edge of the food cart, its tail swishing like a propeller.

The way this man looks at you suggests he's already calculating which angle to use to make his move.

I'm going shopping this afternoon.

Jiang Li leaned back in her chair, trying to project the aura of a matriarch.

Shen Yan took the wet towel and wiped her hands, one by one, her knuckles clearly defined.

"Where would you like to go? I'll have someone prepare a car."

"You don't need to come with me, you have to go to the company today."

Jiang Li pointed at him and started making up excuses.

"You're the owner of a conglomerate, and you spend all your time at home in the kitchen?"

The executives must be complaining privately. I won't become a wicked concubine who brings disaster to the country.

The butler stood to the side with a tea tray, his eyes downcast and his breathing very softly.

Shen Yan casually tossed the towel onto the tray.

He strode up behind Jiang Li, placed his strong hand on her shoulder, and leaned closer.

"The conglomerates employ them to read documents. If they complain even about the boss taking a few days off, then they should all be replaced."

The man's hot breath as he spoke sprayed directly onto my ear, carrying a strong sense of possessiveness.

Jiang Li shrank her neck and clung tightly to the bag beside her, looking as if she were ready to die.

"No, I won't take you."

The cat food is finished; I need to go to the China World Trade Center to buy it some imported canned food.

That excuse is utterly lame.

In the vast Shen family home, even the finest cat food could be delivered right to their doorstep, yet the lady insisted on buying it herself.

What if he holds a grudge after you use me as a shield?

The black and white cat's fur stood on end, and its round, green eyes were wide open.

Shen Yan glanced at the fat, wrinkled cat and snorted coldly.

"Take this with me, I'm going to change my clothes."

The man left those words behind and strode upstairs, giving Jiang Li no chance to refuse.

2 PM, luxury goods section of China World Trade Center.

Cool air poured down from the overhead vents, and the gleaming marble floor reflected the shadows of passersby.

Shen Yan changed into a well-tailored dark gray haute couture suit.

He walked beside Jiang Li with one hand in his pocket, his dark blue watch reflecting a cold, hard light under the display lights.

His tall and robust physique, coupled with his cold and unapproachable face, gave him an extremely strong sense of pressure.

Passersby turned to look, and several young girls whispered among themselves.

"That guy over there is amazing, is he a newly debuted model?"

The girl next to me is so pretty too!

A short-haired girl tugged at her companion's sleeve, her face full of excitement.

His companion gasped and quickly pulled him away.

"Don't look at that, you can tell at a glance that you can't mess with him."

"Didn't you see those four bodyguards in black suits following behind? Those must be some rich young master or lady out on patrol."

Jiang Li linked arms with Shen Yan, a hint of smugness rising in her heart.

She had this man, who seemed to have a swaying effect wherever he went, completely under her control.

The two entered a high-end clothing store.

The manager greeted them with a big smile and led them directly into the VIP reception room.

The hand-stitched genuine leather sofa has a perfect balance of softness and firmness, and the aroma of black tea lingers in the air.

"Mrs. Shen, this is the catalog of this season's ready-to-wear collection. Please take a look and see if there's anything you like."

Jiang Li opened the booklet and pointed to a black velvet dress.

The skirt is extremely fitted, with a large open back.

Shen Yan didn't even glance at the price tag. He simply raised his chin and gestured for the manager to bring the actual product over.

Suddenly a commotion came from outside the door.

"Can't I just go in and say hello to my friend?"

A young man in a floral shirt pushed the shop assistant and forced his way in.

The man in the floral shirt saw Jiang Li's face and froze, unable to move.

He usually hangs out with rich kids and considers himself a man of many talents, but when he caught a glimpse of Jiang Li outside the door today, he was completely captivated.

"Hey beautiful, wanna add me on WeChat and get to know each other?"

My name is Chen Yu, and my family is in the ocean trading business.

He ignored Shen Yan sitting next to him, assuming that she was a bodyguard brought by some rich girl.

The room fell silent for a second.

Cold sweat streamed down the manager's forehead, and the booklet in his hand fell onto the table with a thud.

Jiang Li did not refuse immediately.

She rolled her eyes and deliberately picked up the flower tea in front of her and took a sip. The warmth of the flower tea dispelled the cold air in the room.

"Want to add me on WeChat?"

She drawled out her words, glancing at the man beside her.

"We'll have to ask my family if they agree."

Chen Yu followed her gaze and curled his lip indifferently.

"He's just a bodyguard, bro. How much do you make a month? I'll pay double. Go out and have a smoke."

The four security guards standing at the door took a large step back in unison upon hearing this, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.

Shen Yan sat on the sofa, without even changing her posture.

He picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Ocean trade, the Chen family."

The man's voice was completely flat.

Chen Yu straightened his back, thinking that the other party was intimidated by his reputation.

"Yes, scared now."

Shen Yan slammed the teacup heavily onto the marble tabletop, the crisp sound particularly jarring in the private room.

He slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket and looked up at his assistant at the door.

"Notify the Ministry of Justice to investigate the import and export routes of all of Chen's cargo ships within three minutes, and have the Customs and Port Authority seize them all."

Chen Yu stood there stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Stop acting all high and mighty. Who do you think you are? Just a bodyguard..."

My phone started ringing like crazy.

Chen Yu answered the call impatiently, and his father's furious roar came from the other end.

"You beast, who did you mess with! All the goods at the port are stuck! The Shen Group just issued a blacklist!"

The phone slipped from Chen Yu's hand and hit his shoe.

His face was ashen, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees.

"Chairman Shen... I didn't know it was you! I was so blind to your greatness!"

"Throw it out."

Two bodyguards stepped forward and dragged Chen Yu away like a dead dog.

The corridor quickly returned to quiet.

Honey, you've gone too far.

The system cat crouched on the high-end sofa next to it, communicating through telepathy.

[This thug was already struggling to hold back, and you deliberately provoked him with another man. You're just asking for trouble.]

Jiang Li swallowed hard, her body unconsciously moving towards the door.

"Honey, you looked so handsome just now."

She gave a dry laugh, trying to bluff her way out of it.

Shen Yan remained silent.

The manager walked in tremblingly, carrying the black velvet dress, not daring to lift his head.

A large, well-defined hand reached out and took the dress, which was made of very little fabric.

Shen Yan stood up, his iron-like arms gripping Jiang Li's slender waist, and scooped her up from the sofa.

"Clear the area."

The man's deep command slammed down.

In less than ten seconds, the entire high-end clothing store was completely empty.

Shen Yan half-embraced and half-carried Jiang Li, leading her towards the fitting room.

This fitting room is twice the size of a normal one, with three walls lined with floor-to-ceiling mirrors.

The warm yellow spotlights shone on the two of them.

The small, private space was filled with that familiar scent of fir trees.

"You want to see me jealous?"

Shen Yan lowered her voice and casually tossed the sundress in her hand onto the soft stool next to her.

"You even dare to talk to other men in front of me."

"No, I just wanted to see him get his comeuppance."

Jiang Li's voice trembled as she placed her hands on the man's firm chest, feeling the contours of the muscles bulging beneath the fabric.

"An excuse," Shen Yan bluntly exposed her.

His rough, large hand slipped under her clothes, tracing the curve of her back, and stopped at her slender waist.

Warm, calloused hands kneaded the flesh punishingly.

The man's extremely aggressive posture was clearly reflected in the three mirrors.

This scene is all too familiar.

Back then, in the same fitting room of a shopping mall, he cornered her in the same way.

There were bodyguards all around at that time, and he harassed her without restraint, forcing her to not even dare to cry out.

"Mr. Shen, we're outside, please don't do anything reckless."

Jiang Li's eyes reddened, and she tried to pry open the man's iron arm with her small hands, but she couldn't budge it at all.

Shen Yan lowered his head, his high, straight nose brushing against her sensitive neck.

"The rules we just made at home, you said yourself that they were null and void."

He bit her fair earlobe, his breath heavy and hot.

"Since you have so much energy, start making it up to me now."

"How about making it up to me when I go home...?"

"no."

The man's thin lips sealed her lips.

His large hands skillfully unbuttoned the buttons on her collar.

The skill of dual-sensory amplification is fully activated the moment of touch.

The heat and the tingling sensation were three times stronger, instantly overwhelming Jiang Li's reason like a surging tide.

Her body went limp, and she could only cling tightly to the man's stiff suit lapel.

The smooth fabric was crumpled into a wrinkle.

The spotlights were a bit too bright, casting their light on the intertwined reflections on the mirror.

Shen Yan flipped his large hand, turning Jiang Li around so that her back was pressed against the cold glass mirror.

The stark contrast between the coldness of the mirror and the burning heat of the man's body caused Jiang Li to gasp.

The man pressed forward, his strong, long legs forcefully squeezing between her knees.

He completely ignored the black velvet dress, his large, well-defined hands tearing off his tie.

It was casually wrapped around her slender white wrist and secured above her head.

"Shen Yan, this door isn't locked from the inside. What if someone gets in..."

Jiang Li's voice trembled softly, and her watery eyes were filled with panic.

"No one dares to come in."

He bit down on the most tender part of her neck, grinding his teeth hard.

The triple sensory stimulation shot straight up her spine to her brain, and Jiang Li's legs went weak. She only managed to stay upright because the man's strong arms supported her.

In the quiet fitting room, the soft rustling of fabric against fabric was amplified.

His rough, calloused palms traced his waistline, sending shivers down his spine.

Jiang Li bit her lower lip, desperately suppressing the sobs that were about to escape her throat.

In the corridor just a door away, four bodyguards in black stood with their backs to the glass door, like four impenetrable iron walls.

"Weren't you so bold just now, trying to add someone else on WeChat?"

Shen Yan raised his head, his dark eyes fixed on the girl in the mirror.

He grabbed her chin with his large hand, forcing her to open her eyes and look.

The three bright dressing mirrors reflected her reddened eyes and disheveled collar, as well as the man's extremely aggressive and strong body.

Jiang Li was forced to look at the image in the mirror, and her sense of shame reached its peak.

She tried to beg for mercy, but her words turned into unbearable sobs.

"I was wrong, honey."

Her eyes were brimming with tears, and her voice was so soft and sweet it seemed like you could squeeze water out of it.

Shen Yan's Adam's apple bobbed rapidly, and a fiercer flame ignited in his dark eyes.

His broad chest pressed down heavily, silencing all the words she was about to utter.

The woody scent and the milky fragrance of pear blossoms blended completely in the narrow space.

By the time the two left the clothing store, it was completely dark outside.

Shen Yan carried his wife, who was wrapped in his oversized suit jacket, out the door.

The assistant opened the car door, keeping his eyes fixed on the asphalt road.

Jiang Li sank into the soft leather seat in the back, too tired to move a finger, and soon fell asleep.

(The post-wedding extra chapters are finished. I'll post more after the dinner for Shen Yan's 10th anniversary. Actually, for Shen Yan's extra chapters, the chef has another plot idea, which is about the issue of birth control pills. Do you guys want to see it?)