Rebirth: The Fake Young Lady Is A Real Young Lady

be his disciple?

Ever since Guan Lei beat up Xiang Cheng and came out unscathed in the aftermath, Shen Xi had started questioning his identity.

Xiang Cheng was a petty person who did not take his losses lying down.
He would have sought revenge by now.

If Guan Lei wanted to play charades, Shen Xi would happily accompany him.
Everyone has their secrets, and it was not her place to pry when it was so clearly a sensitive topic.

Bemused but not showing any lack of support, she said, “Is that so? Then you must have worked hard!”

Guan Lei nodded vigorously.
“It was not too bad.
Hurry up and eat.
The food is delicious.”

Dish after dish was pushed toward Shen Xi in a bid to change the topic.
Guan Lei feared that if Shen Xi pressed further, she would soon riddle his fabricated story with holes faster than he could patch them up.

Shen Xi savoured her food; every motion seemed to carry infinite elegance and heavenly charm.
It differed from how she had eaten the pork trotters earlier that day.
Guan Lei decided this Shen Xi, who enjoyed her food, was much more pleasing to the eye.

It was his first time experiencing this feeling.
Guan Lei never knew watching someone genuinely enjoy the food they were given could be so gratifying.
He could even bear the thought of leaving Shen Xi’s side while she ate.

The memory of the kiss he stole resurfaced.
Guan Lei could not help but touch his lips, reminiscing the sweet, seductive taste.
He did not know when it began, but he laughed, a rich baritone warming their surroundings.

Shen Xi looked up in surprise.
Guan Lei caught himself, having thought of something.
He touched his mouth and stared at her, smiling like a fool.

“Hey, Guan Lei?” Shen Xi called out to Guan Lei, who had wandered off into some strange fantasy.

“Guan Lei!” Shen Xi raised her voice, the sound pulling Guan Lei back to reality.

“Hmm…? What’s wrong?” Guan Lei looked at Shen Xi, not knowing what to do.

Shen Xi sniffed in disgust.
“Why are you looking at me like that, and what’s wrong with your mouth? Did you bite it too?”

Horror replaced confusion, and Guan Lei’s hand disappeared under the table as if burned.
“I-I was wondering what other delicious treats there are here? D-don’t mind me…” He stuttered, his voice trailing off into silence.

Shen Xi quirked a brow incredulously.
Was it just her, or was there something off about Guan Lei? “Oh? Have you thought of anything?”

Guan Lei’s eyes burned seriously as he said, “Of course! I was thinking of Chef Wang’s special desserts.
They’re delicious, and he doesn’t serve them to just anyone.”

No sooner had he finished speaking did he dash out of the private room as if the hounds of hell were chasing him.