Quick Transmigration: The Villainess Is a Sweetheart

Lin Cheng seemed to lack confidence in their relationship. Having pursued these feelings for so long, he felt a bit lost now that they were suddenly reciprocated.

On one hand, he was tentatively trying to push boundaries; on the other, he habitually wanted to be clingy with Jiang Yan. He was a contradictory mess.

Jiang Yan knew his jumbled thoughts. She directly took the flowers, holding them in one arm while taking his hand with the other, walking out openly for all to see.

The juicy gossip that the little secretary hadn't finished savoring in the CEO's office was thus publicly confirmed.

Lin Cheng was the type to easily push his luck. After being reserved for just a couple days, once he realized Jiang Yan truly liked him, he started acting like her official partner.

The young CEO of Lin Corporation now left work right on time every day, driving his own car to pick up his "wife" from her company.

Luckily, Jiang Yan had been busy with work lately, allowing Lin Cheng to enjoy the pleasure of picking her up. If Jiang Corporation had normal working hours, it would be Jiang Yan picking up Lin Cheng instead.

The car was new, wheedled from his mother on the day their parents had dinner together. It was originally meant as a gift for Jiang Yan, but Lin Cheng had coveted it and secretly arranged for a matching couple's set through his mom.

Jiang Yan's was white, his was black.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Jiang Yan was still smiling: "The black and white duo, huh?"

Lin Cheng drove with a straight face: "Even if we're the black and white impermanence, we're still a pair."

As usual, there was a bouquet of fresh flowers in the car, though this time Lin Cheng had procured them himself. He'd cut a bunch of white roses his mother had carefully cultivated—he felt white roses looked better after giving red ones too many times.

Though he nearly got beaten with a feather duster by his dear mother for it.

"Where are we going?" Jiang Yan asked, rummaging through the snacks in the car.

Lin Cheng immediately turned serious, asking her earnestly: "Do you know what day it is today?"

Jiang Yan was puzzled for a moment, truly couldn't think of anything, and inexplicably felt a bit guilty, while also feeling Lin Cheng was being a bit unreasonable...

"What day is it?" Jiang Yan asked him.

Lin Cheng seemed to have an eternal passion for romance. While turning the steering wheel, he said: "Silly, it's our one hundred and second day together."

"How do you remember so clearly?"

Jiang Yan thought he would say something like he kept it in his heart, but instead he glanced at her and said: "I have a reminder app."

Jiang Yan was impressed, clicking her tongue.

Lin Cheng sensed her exasperation and wanted to laugh. "What are you clicking your tongue for, you naughty woman? You didn't even remember our hundred and second day!"

The "naughty woman" Jiang Yan shook her head and kept clicking her tongue. Lin Cheng stayed quiet for a moment, but couldn't resist joining her in tongue-clicking.

The journey was quite long. When the car stopped, Jiang Yan realized they had arrived at the seaside.

Nearby, a yacht was docked.

...

The stars in the sky poured down their brilliance without restraint.

Lin Cheng had procured two lounge chairs from somewhere, pushed them together, and patted the seat inviting Jiang Yan to lie down and watch the stars.

Jiang Yan lay down, feeling the slight rocking of the yacht as it was buffeted by the waves, and murmured: "A wish come true."

Lin Cheng rolled over to face Jiang Yan's direction, thinking to himself that the messy stars were nothing compared to his beautiful wife.

Jiang Yan felt his gaze and, assuming he was thinking something improper again, propped herself up to give him a kiss.

Rarely enjoying the benefit of his wife's initiative, Lin Cheng got excited and blurted out shamelessly: "I'm better-looking than the stars too, look at me instead of the stars."

Jiang Yan missed his use of "too," and simply grabbed his hair, forcing him to look at the stars with her.

With his hair in his wife's grasp, Lin Cheng didn't want to go bald early like his old man, so he had no choice but to comply obediently.

The rhythm of the waves felt like rocking a baby's cradle. Jiang Yan's grip on his hair gradually loosened. When Lin Cheng turned his head, he found she had already fallen asleep.