After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain

Yu Li followed his gaze and smiled, “Yeah.”

“You’re going to meet him?” the man asked quickly, walking step by step toward them, his voice carrying a faint, barely noticeable panic, “When? You already made plans?”

His eyes were locked on the girl’s face, terrified he’d see shyness or anticipation there.

Bo Jingmo’s heart was pounding wildly, his fingers trembling, and it was hard to maintain his usual composure.

He didn’t dare think—didn’t want to think—about the worst possible outcome.

But right now, Bo Jingmo still couldn’t stop his mind from spiraling, flooded with images of Yu Li gently linking arms with another man, calling his name sweetly.

Why?

Why him? Why did he get to be liked by Yu Li? Why did he get to have Yu Li?

If it really turned out like that… he would destroy their meeting at all costs.

Bo Jingmo thought, expressionless.

He would kill that man with his own hands.

As long as Yu Li didn’t find out… it’d be fine.

In just a few seconds, Bo Jingmo had already imagined countless ways to assassinate someone.

But the next second, the girl’s voice instantly sent an icy chill through him, like falling to the bottom of a frozen lake, suffocated and weak, trembling all over.

He heard her slowly say, “But, I’ve already met him.”

That one sentence shattered all his thoughts. He lowered his head in disbelief, eyes dazed as he met the girl’s gaze.

…Already met?

Bo Jingmo’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his tongue tasting like it was holding some sour and bitter candy—he couldn’t swallow it, but couldn’t spit it out either.

He lowered his eyes, the darkness in them deepening, his throat working up and down, lips barely parting, voice already hoarse beyond recognition: “…You already met him?”

Just a short sentence, but he said it with great difficulty, each word feeling like it was chewed up and spit out, thick with indescribable bitterness.

So they had met… and that’s why she was thinking of buying a gift…

Then what was the point of everything he was doing now?

Bo Jingmo clenched his fists, scattered strands of hair casting shadows over his face, lips pressed tightly, jawline taut like he was holding something back.

No one knew how much time passed before a low chuckle escaped his throat.

He slowly lowered his gaze toward the girl, his expression gentle as always, lips curling in a soft smile, “Well… that’s nice. So what kind of person is he? Is he still around here?”

Yu Li looked at him quietly for several seconds. Suddenly, she raised her wrist toward him.

“Senior, do you think this scent smells good?”

Bo Jingmo’s pupils shrank, and he instinctively wanted to refuse.

He was afraid that the calm he worked so hard to maintain would collapse all at once, exposing the jealousy burning inside.

But the girl moved too suddenly, and he had no time to dodge. Honestly, deep down, he didn’t want to.

Then, a familiar pine fragrance filled his nose.

Bo Jingmo froze.

This was… the scent of the cologne he used.

—

Maybe it came from a gift someone else gave her before, or maybe she just happened to smell it at a store.

Every time he smelled this scent, he’d be a little dazed, and the chaos in his mind would settle a bit.

He didn’t know exactly when it started, but Bo Jingmo had gone from being curious about the scent… to genuinely liking it.

Still, something always felt off.

Like something was missing—his heart felt hollow, never fully satisfied.

But now this scent was on the girl’s wrist, mixed with her own sweet fragrance.

Bo Jingmo’s thoughts scattered. He instinctively grabbed her wrist. The missing piece in his heart… felt like it had been filled.

The part he had been searching for all along… it felt like… he’d found it.

Bo Jingmo held his breath, staring blankly at Yu Li, not understanding why she had chosen this scent.

“You…”

A flood of images flashed through his mind in an instant. It felt like a string had been gently plucked, making his heart ache, bringing up emotions he couldn’t name.

His pupils contracted, but before he could think more about this sudden wave of emotion, he heard a familiar voice from outside the shop.

“Buying perfume as a gift?”

“I mean, I don’t really know what students like these days, but perfume shouldn’t go wrong. Since it’s the first meeting, gotta leave a good impression, right?”

“Alright then, don’t keep people waiting too long.”

The voice was very familiar. Both of them turned to look, only to lock eyes with the three people walking in.

Then, all five of them froze in place.

Cen Xiu’s eyes widened in shock. Then, scratching his head, he greeted awkwardly, “Wow… what a coincidence? You guys here for perfume too?”

Yu Li: “……”

Bo Jingmo: “……”

Why did they always run into these people.

Realizing Cen Xiu’s gaze was circling around her, Yu Li suddenly became aware that their current pose was a bit… suggestive.

She had reached out her hand, and Bo Jingmo was holding her wrist and sniffing it, their bodies quite close, the pose quite intimate.

Other people might mistake them for a couple, but Cen Xiu knew the truth about their relationship.

Yu Li subtly swept her gaze across the two people standing next to him. She gently tugged her wrist and quietly reminded Bo Jingmo, “They’re watching.”

The man furrowed his brows but slowly let go of her hand.

He glanced at Cen Xiu and the others, replying coolly, “Mm, already finished buying.”

“Haha… got it.”

Cen Xiu gave an awkward laugh, glancing between them. He wasn’t too sure what exactly the relationship was between Bo Jingmo and Yu Li—things just seemed… complicated. There was this indescribable atmosphere around them.

Thinking of what happened earlier today, he looked at Bo Jingmo, “Did Jiang Xi talk to you this morning about having dinner together tonight? I was thinking of pulling them into the team. Heard you guys used to be in the same squad—wanna join us?”

“No need. I already said no.”

Bo Jingmo lifted his eyelids with a bored look. He suddenly found Cen Xiu incredibly dense—didn’t he see there was already someone standing next to him?

Meeting Bo Jingmo’s cold stare, Cen Xiu finally realized Yu Li was still right there.

It’s just… he always had this illusion that Yu Li was a Player too, and totally forgot she was just a normal person.

He quickly gave a couple of nervous laughs, replying, “Right, right, okay then, I’ll go grab the stuff we reserved.”

With that, he walked off to the counter. The two people next to him hesitated but still greeted them.

“Bo Jingmo? Do you still remember us?” Qi Mai smiled, “Thanks again for what you did in that instance.”

The man replied coldly and flatly, “No need to thank me. I don’t remember anything after that anyway.”

Qi Mai instantly looked a bit awkward, “...Hahaha, right, fair enough.”

Wow, he really wasn’t easy to approach.

He instinctively turned to look at Guangran, only to find her eyes fixed steadily to the side.

Or more accurately, she was staring directly at the girl standing next to Bo Jingmo.

He followed her gaze, and when he saw Yu Li’s face, he frowned slightly, a strange sense of familiarity creeping over him.

Was that the girl from the bar last time?

Actually, Qi Mai had a bit of face blindness—he wasn’t great at recognizing people.

He just vaguely felt Yu Li looked familiar.

Sensing the awkward vibe, his brain short-circuited a bit, and he let out a goofy laugh, “President Bo, is this your girlfriend? She’s really pretty, hahaha.”

The air went even more silent.

Cen Xiu, who had just returned with the stuff: “……”

F**k, forgot this guy’s face blindness.