Quick Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Loves to Jump

Qiao Zhen, a diligent and inconspicuous small fry in the Heavenly Realm's Fate Office, was swept into a series of tasks, mission number 999, due to a bolt of heavenly lightning.

She expec...

Chapter 253: Unconventional and Exciting. (5) shuhaige.net

“None of them look good.” He Zhao examined them carefully. He took out a white dress from the closet. The hem of the dress was just above the knee and had a black, wavy hem about three centimeters wide. “You haven’t worn this one yet. If you wore it, it would look really good.”

Qiao Zhen took the outfit He Zhao had taken out into the dressing room. When she came out, He Zhao had already arranged her bag and shoes. All Qiao Zhen had to do was obey.

The second trick to flirting: creating a sense of security.

Introduce the girl to people you know, or bring her into your social circle. Make her feel that not only you accept her, but also that your social circle accepts her. This will give her a sense of security and make her feelings for you deepen.

—Excerpt from Lamica's universal rules for flirting, beginner level, for dealing with innocent and cute girls.

When Qiao Zhen came out after changing her clothes, He Zhao was also dressed smartly, so the two of them went to the golf course hand in hand, where Lamika was already waiting.

He Zhao patted Qiao Zhen's hand to comfort her, "Look, that's Lamica, a friend I met abroad, and the man next to her must be one of her 126th to 180th husbands."

Qiao Zhen's lips twitched. Lamika had fair skin, delicate features, and a tall stature. Her eyes were ice-blue and very beautiful. But Lamika's boyfriend was a bit of a mystery. Although he had striking features and handsome blond hair, his fashion sense... a riot of colors piled on him. Was he trying to collect a rainbow of Mary Sue characters?

Lamica swung his club and sank the ball in one shot.

Cool!

Lamica turned to He Zhao and asked, "Hey, He, is that the wife you always talk about next to you?"

He Zhao led Qiao Zhen to sit down to the side. "Yes, isn't she beautiful? She's my pet."

Lamica's eyes darkened. She gestured towards the blond man with her chin and introduced him, "This is Willis, my 152nd boyfriend."

Qiao Zhen held the orange juice in her hand and drank it with her mouth agape.

He Zhao gently wiped away the orange juice that had spilled from Qiao Zhen's lips with his fingertips, his movements practiced and tender, showing Qiao Zhen the care one would give a baby.

Qiao Zhen likes to take a big gulp when she drinks, filling her mouth with liquid, but she has some difficulty swallowing, and some liquid always spills out of the corners of her mouth involuntarily.

Since He Zhao doesn't mind, why should she be pretentious? Of course, she should just be her most authentic self.

He Zhao went to get some juice and desserts. He looked at Qiao Zhen tenderly and said, "I'm going to play for a while. You stay here and eat and drink. Call me if you get bored, okay?"

This public display of affection, so oblivious to everyone else, made Qiao Zhen blush. She lowered her head and murmured, "Mmm."

He Zhao couldn't help but chuckle. "You have to call me when you want to play, and you have to think of me first no matter what happens, okay?" He said, pinching Qiao Zhen's cheek, which was a little chubby and plump.

Qiao Zhen immediately pushed him away, "What are you doing? If you want to play, go ahead and do it. Don't worry about me."

He Zhao leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her skin. "You're my wife. If I don't care about you, who will?" He turned his head and pressed his lips against Qiao Zhen's.

Qiao Zhen's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

He Zhao rubbed her head before stepping aside to play golf with Lamica.

Qiao Zhen watched them with great interest.

He Zhao was dressed in casual sportswear today, exuding an air of nonchalance, but his noble demeanor was still evident in his every move. He swung his club and the ball went into the hole with a smooth and effortless motion.

"Whoa~" Lamica whistled. "I thought you were going to put the ball in the gold hole."

A double entendre.

He Zhao pursed his lips. "I just casually stepped in, and it was very accurate, wasn't it?"

Lamica glanced at Qiao Zhen out of the corner of her eye, "Oh, I really feel sorry for that hole."

Qiao Zhen sensed something was off, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Their tone was calm, as if it were just about the ball and the hole, but there was something... subtly hidden.

She laughed dejectedly. She was overthinking again. She needed to quickly put these random thoughts aside, or He Zhao would lecture her again when they got back.

He Zhao played for half an hour, then returned to Qiao Zhen's side. "Do you want to play?"

Qiao Zhen shook her head; she still preferred to sit comfortably here, drinking juice and eating desserts.

Sunlight streamed onto the sports field, turning the green grass a golden hue. Pointing to an exceptionally tall tree in the distance, she squinted and said, "Look, that tree stands out; it's blocking out the tree behind it, Dazhao."

He Zhao looked in the direction she was pointing with doting eyes, "Really? Is it as impressive as you?"

Qiao Zhen shook her head. "No."

He Zhao shook his head in disappointment, "Sigh—it's not as good as yours, I don't even want to watch it."

Qiao Zhen gave a soft snort, acting all spoiled. She turned her head and saw Willis and Lamica kissing passionately. Her face instantly turned bright red, and she looked at He Zhao with a flickering gaze. "Do you still want to play? I'm thinking of going back."

He Zhao retorted, "Who's with you and us?"

Qiao Zhen whispered, "Honey, shall we go back together?"

"good."

He Zhao never refused Qiao Zhen's requests.

Lamica waved goodbye to He Zhao, then kissed Willis passionately.

Qiao Zhen pulled He Zhao away as if fleeing for her life, saying, "It's too open-minded, I can't handle it."

He Zhao chuckled and took Qiao Zhen's hand. "Come on, let me take you shopping for clothes."

"Hmm? Aren't there still a lot of clothes at home that haven't been worn yet?" Qiao Zhen reached out and scratched her itchy eyelids, while also brushing her wind-blown hair.

He Zhao carefully tidied her hair, saying, "I have a lot of money, so I'm asking my wife to help me spend it."

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