Quick Transmigration: The Most Popular Girl: Even an Ordinary Girl Can Have Her Spring

Chapter 37: A Passerby in a CEO Romance Novel (37)

While Leyan and her two companions were making a ruckus, Gu Yunting and Rong Jing in the kitchen were doing the same.

Their hands were busy, but that didn't stop them from talking.

“We have a seven-year relationship. Even though I brought her here, she doesn’t hold a grudge against me. She’s still close to me and relies on me. And you—what are you?”

With a mocking smile on his lips, Rong Jing glanced at Gu Yunting, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain.

Gu Yunting remained calm and simply said, "I am her boyfriend."

What's the use of saying more? It's still not official status.

Rong Jing's face stiffened. He gritted his teeth and said, "So what? She's not with you because she likes you."

"She doesn't like me, but she's still with me." Gu Yunting smiled slightly, not angered by Rong Jing, but rather even more smug.

Le Yan is already with him, how can you say she doesn't like him? Then why doesn't she get together with someone else?

Even if she doesn't like him but is still with him, isn't that a kind of liking?

Rong Jing understood the meaning behind Gu Yunting's words. He pursed his lips, his eyes flashing with displeasure and anger. The flames of jealousy burned in his heart, making him find Gu Yunting's appearance increasingly repulsive.

His gaze turned cold, and Rong Jing chopped the ribs with even more force, each cut as if he were chopping not the ribs, but Gu Yunting beside him.

He stopped speaking, fearing that Gu Yunting might be consumed by jealousy and kill him outright.

Gu Yunting didn't speak again. He was also unhappy. Even though he held the title, he was extremely jealous whenever he thought about the close relationship between Rong Jing and Le Yan.

Just as Rong Jing said, even after being taken to this godforsaken place and locked up for several days, Le Yan did not harbor any resentment and even remained close to and dependent on him.

Just thinking about this fact filled Gu Yunting with resentment.

Hidden deep within him was a sense of inferiority and unease he was unwilling to acknowledge.

He always felt so much fear when he was around Le Yan.

They cooked in silence, each more furious than the other.

Fortunately, the food was quite delicious, and at least Leyan was very satisfied with her meal.

She's become a Buddhist, now living a carefree life, eating when she wants, drinking when she wants, sleeping when she wants, not caring if there's a raging flood as long as no one dies.

The other four are in a more turbulent situation. There are undercurrents between them, and each of them has a lot of bad intentions. They have their own little schemes, and they are all wary of each other.

Even a simple meal couldn't be enjoyed comfortably, making Leyan feel sorry for them.

After having eaten and drunk her fill, Leyan went upstairs again and stayed in her room, refusing to come out, regardless of what happened to others.

None of the four of them stopped her; they just stopped each other from going upstairs.

On this isolated island villa, unable to use their full power, they could only temporarily cease hostilities and keep an eye on each other.

No one moved; they just stayed there quietly.

As night deepened, the moonlight grew cool and clear.

The door was gently opened, and a tall, slender figure appeared in the doorway.

He approached the bedside with light, slow steps, bent down slightly, pulled back the blanket, wrapped his large hands around her knees, and gently lifted the sleeping Le Yan into his arms.

As I walked out of the room and down the stairs, passing through the hall, I saw three figures lying on the ground.

Rong Jing smiled, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

I already said, this is his villa.

The helicopter slowly started up, and the loud roar did not wake the three people lying on the ground.

Even Le Yan, who was carefully placed on the soft seat, did not open her eyes.

After activating the autopilot mode, Rong Jing stayed by Le Yan's side, his fingertips gently brushing across her cheek.

"How about I take you back to Haicheng to see your mother?"

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The sun was shining brightly, and sunlight streamed through the window, slanting across her face. Only then did Le Yan groggily open her eyes.

She stared at the pinkish ceiling for a while, then suddenly closed her eyes again.

What the hell? Where did this deathly Barbie pink come from?

She cautiously reopened her eyes, only to be met with that dreadful pink ceiling. Feeling utterly hopeless, Le Yan covered her eyes.

The first thing we know is that she has moved to a different place again.

Secondly, she really wanted to know what exactly caused this "deathly Barbie pink ceiling"?

Was it sent specifically to take her life?!

With no other options, Leyan sat up, ignoring the ceiling. But when she opened her eyes, wow, the whole house was custom-made Barbie pink!

I stared in disbelief at the pink color filling the room—not just the ceiling, but all four walls were pink too.

Le Yan wore a bitter expression, unable to smile at all.

Should she be thankful that the beds, cabinets, and other furniture are still in normal colors?

If everything were pink, she would really smash the head of the person who brought her here!

Without a word, Le Yan quickly got out of bed, put on her slippers as if she remembered, and then went out the door somewhat nervously.

She peered into the doorway first before slowly and carefully making her way out.

"Lele, what are you doing? You're acting so suspiciously, did you see a ghost?"

Her mother's voice came from ahead, and Leyan stood frozen in place.

She stared blankly at her mother, who was so close to her, and the emotions that had been building up over the past few days finally erupted.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she buried her face in her mother's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "Waaah... Mom, I missed you so much, waaaah..."

When she didn't see her mother, Leyan was able to comfort and adjust herself, but as soon as she saw her mother, she couldn't hold back at all.

Why is it that she has to experience all of this plague?

Le's mother was a little confused and heartbroken. She hugged Le Yan, gently stroking her daughter's back, and comforted her, "Don't cry, don't cry, Mommy's here. Mommy missed you too. Don't cry, your eyes will be swollen and you won't look pretty anymore, ah..."

Leyan hugged her mother tightly, her face full of grievance as she recounted, "Mom, you have no idea what I've been through, I... ... hiccup..."

She had originally intended to tell her mother all the messy things that had happened recently, but as soon as she started talking, she saw Rong Jing walk out from behind her, which startled her so much that she stopped on the spot and even started to hiccup.

Le's mother was puzzled. "What happened? What happened? Tell Mommy."

She didn't know why Le Yan stopped halfway through her story, but seeing that she had stopped crying, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Crying too much is never good. No matter what happens, she's still her mother.

Gently stroking Leyan's hair, Leyan's mother's presence gave her confidence.

Her courage surged instantly, and she pointed at Rong Jing, shouting in front of him, "Mom, let me tell you, he's a pervert!"

"It's become abnormal! It's become abnormal!"

Despite being called a pervert, Rong Jing raised an eyebrow and looked at Le Yan with amusement.

He breathed a sigh of relief; heaven knows how much it hurt him to see Leyan crying so sadly.

If he could, he only wanted to make her laugh, not cry.

It's just a pity that she was one of the people who made her cry this time.

Rong Jing sighed inwardly, but he didn't think he had done anything wrong.

If he hadn't taken the person, he would be the one searching for them now.

Rather than waiting to be killed, it's better to take the initiative.