Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

Seven o'clock in the morning.

In the common living room of the Deck10 master suite area, Cen Zhou was already sitting on the sofa dealing with work emails.

A perfectly warm cup of black coffee sits beside me, my gaze behind my wire-rimmed glasses fixed on the tablet screen.

Fingertips glide across documents, occasionally jotting a few words on a memo.

The apology letter sent by Congressman Bell at 11 p.m. last night was filled with humble language.

Cen Zhou glanced at it and tossed it into the pending folder.

The master bedroom door was pushed open.

Cen Zhou stood up reflexively.

Good morning, sir.

Jiang Chenyan, who came out, was wearing a black shirt with the collar open.

The air pressure was frighteningly low.

Cen Zhou adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

The gentleman had dark circles under his eyes today, and a cold, irritable aura about him.

It felt like I hadn't slept all night and someone had touched a raw nerve.

In short, it can be summed up in four words: extremely bad mood.

Cen Zhou straightened his back even more.

Jiang Chenyan didn't look at him, his gaze sweeping straight towards the guest bedroom at the other end of the corridor.

Without him even asking, Cen Zhou very sensibly spoke up.

"Sir, Miss Li hasn't gotten up yet."

Jiang Chenyan stopped in his tracks, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.

Not only did they not knock on the door last night, but they didn't even say good morning this morning.

Is this the mission assigned to her by the forces behind her?

He tossed and turned for most of the night yesterday.

"Let's arrange breakfast first."

Jiang Chenyan's voice was low and emotionless.

Cen Zhou responded and turned to contact the housekeeper.

He took two steps and caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that his husband was striding directly toward the guest bedroom.

Cen Zhou paused for a moment.

...Would the gentleman personally go to wake people up?

He silently made a mental note of it and tactfully walked away.

The corridor was so quiet that only the carpet could muffle the sound of footsteps.

Jiang Chenyan stood in front of the guest bedroom door, staring at the solid wood door.

My mind is filled with that absurd dream from last night.

The girl straddled his lap and called him "Big Brother" in a soft, sweet voice.

He took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock on the door.

There was no movement from inside the door.

He knocked twice more.

in the room.

Jiang Li was sprawled out in her blanket, dreaming of eating barbecue.

The system was banging away in her head.

[Honey! Wake up! Your cold-faced, devilish brother is knocking on the door!]

Jiang Li groggily rolled over, rubbing her messy hair as she got up.

Before the brain even started working, the body had already instinctively drifted over and opened the door.

Click.

The door was half open.

Jiang Li stood behind the door, wearing a soft, light purple nightgown.

Her long hair was loose, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks and curling slightly.

His face was still groggy from just waking up, and his eyes were half-closed, not fully open yet.

"Big brother?"

The girl tilted her head back, her voice, still slightly nasal from just waking up, soft like cotton candy melting in her mouth.

She looked dazed, her clean cheeks glowing with a healthy pink.

Like a kitten that hasn't woken up yet.

Jiang Chenyan looked down at her.

The girl was bare-faced, her face so white it was almost transparent, without a single blemish.

Her eyelashes were slightly curled, and the corners of her eyes had a faint pinkish tinge from just waking up.

Her lips were a natural, watery red, her neck was slender and fair, and the neckline of her pajamas was askew, revealing a delicate collarbone.

She exuded a soft, unguarded aura.

Along with that damned pear blossom scent, mixed with a touch of milky sweetness and lingering warmth after a nap, it all wafted into his nostrils.

Jiang Chenyan's throat bobbed.

He forcibly pulled his gaze away from her collarbone.

A fire suddenly ignited in my heart.

Is this her new tactic of playing hard to get?

Pretending to be innocent?

He didn't knock on the door last night; I just sent him a message to get rid of him.

When I opened the door this morning, I wasn't even wearing makeup; I was standing in front of him in these loose pajamas.

His eyes were so blurry that he seemed unaware of what he was doing.

What a clever trick of "unaware of sexiness".

A carefully crafted innocence.

But he just happens to fall for that.

The absurd dream scenes from last night came flooding back again.

She was pinned down by him, her hair loose, looking up at his smiling face.

It overlaps with this moment.

Jiang Chenyan's eyes instantly turned several degrees colder.

He lowered his voice, his tone hard and devoid of any warmth:

"Change your clothes and come out for breakfast."

After saying that, the man didn't give her a chance to speak and turned to leave.

He took very long strides, much faster than usual.

It's like they're running away from something.

Jiang Li stood at the door, still a little confused.

She rubbed the tip of her nose, responded with an "Oh," and slowly closed the door.

[Tongzi, is Big Brother going through menopause? He's so irritable this early in the morning.]

"Bao, judging from the rich database of this system, his problem is called unsatisfied desire."

After all, I've been single for 31 years, so it's normal to be a little irritable. You have to understand.

The black and white cat licked its paws in the pure white space, chuckling to itself.

Jiang Li rolled her eyes and turned to wash up.

The moment the door closed, Jiang Chenyan stopped in his tracks in the corridor.

He closed his eyes.

In those last few seconds.

He wanted to go in.

I wanted to push her back onto the bed.

He wanted to hold that long, disheveled hair in his hand and see his reflection in her misty eyes.

I wanted to pinch that slender waist hard and ask her what trick she was playing.

The man's hands clenched tightly, his palms marked with deep red welts from his fingernails.

I can't think about it anymore.

Jiang Chenyan took two deep breaths, suppressing all inappropriate expressions on his face.

When he returned to the restaurant and sat down, he had already reverted to his cold and indifferent demeanor.

Ten minutes later.

Jiang Li changed into a purple dress, casually tied her hair into a ponytail, and jogged out.

Breakfast was already set on the dining table in the suite.

Silver plates, fresh flowers, exquisite bone china cups, and a three-tiered dessert stand.

The housekeeper prepared French toast, smoked salmon eggs Benedict, handmade croissants, and a fresh fruit platter.

There was also a pot of freshly brewed Earl Grey tea and freshly squeezed juice on the side.

Jiang Li's eyes lit up.

Wow, mooching off a meal with a big shot really makes a difference.

"Baby, your older brother doesn't look well."

System notification.

Jiang Li sat down and secretly glanced at the person opposite her.

Jiang Chenyan sat at the other end of the dining table.

Holding a knife and fork in one hand, she cuts the steak on the plate with elegant movements, yet with a touch of mechanicalness.

He didn't look at her.

But the air pressure was so low that the air itself seemed to freeze.

The housekeeper and waiters wished they could shrink into invisible people.

Jiang Li held the knife, twirled it in her hand, and cautiously looked up at the man.

What's wrong with my brother today? He seems to be in a bad mood.

Is it because of what happened to Leon yesterday?

Or did her moving in upset him?

But he clearly agreed to it himself last night.

Did he regret it?

Jiang Li felt uneasy.

She had no idea that the man's mind was filled with conspiracy theories about her playing hard to get.

She is still struggling with her next move.

If this man is indeed the one she's looking for, then this delicate sibling relationship is a dead end.

The honey trap cannot be used.

Flirting tactics are not an option.

Even a casual act of coquetry would likely be perceived as a calculated scheme by this ruthless multinational tycoon.

After all, in her original memories of this world, the original owner of this body kept her distance from this older brother.

Her sudden approach now seems quite abrupt.