The Cannon Fodder Crazy Beauty Has Awakened [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 3

“Let’s all die together.”

When Xiao Chan arrived, Jiang Mengyu was attempting to carve words into Tang An’s body with the tip of a knife. Finding Tang An’s screams too grating, she had gagged him with tape.

Excruciating pain forced Tang An to writhe uncontrollably, but it was futile, he could only watch as Jiang Mengyu etched two crooked characters onto his face: “Scum.”

Once finished, Jiang Mengyu wasn’t entirely satisfied.

She clicked her tongue and casually plunged the knife into Tang An’s thigh again, stabbing twice with brutal force. Watching him convulse in agony before her, eyes bulging with pain, the suffocating rage in Jiang Mengyu’s heart finally eased slightly.

By now, Tang An had been tortured to the point of tears and snot streaming down his face. His expression was a mix of indescribable terror and exhaustion, his eyes brimming with thick layers of fear and hatred.

Jiang Mengyu’s calmness was unsettling. The moment Tang An heard her reveal the warehouse’s location to the Tang family, a terrible premonition had seized him.

Yet he clung to a sliver of hope that Jiang Mengyu would keep her word.

But deep down, Tang An knew better. If she truly honored her promise, it would mean Xiao Chan would fall into her hands. If Jiang Mengyu could be this ruthless with him, her cruelty toward Xiao Chan would undoubtedly be worse.

Xiao Chan was, after all, the woman he loved. A flicker of reluctance stirred in Tang An’s heart, but compared to his own survival, such hesitation seemed trivial.

At the same time, Tang An couldn’t forget, when Jiang Mengyu demanded Xiao Chan in exchange for him, Xiao Chan had hesitated!

She loved him so much shouldn’t she have agreed immediately?

Why hesitate?

As Tang An seethed inwardly, another wave of agony tore through his leg. His body jerked violently, but his struggles only tightened the ropes binding him.

Jiang Mengyu was a complete madwoman!

Tang An was genuinely terrified now.

Blood loss had drained his lips of color, and for the first time, real fear crept into his demeanor when facing Jiang Mengyu.

Blindfolded, his panic only grew. He had no idea when the knife would strike next or where.

Jiang Mengyu was a lunatic who defied all reason!

Hadn’t the Tang family already agreed to her demands? Why was she still hurting him?

Though unable to speak, Tang An’s reactions laid bare his thoughts.

Jiang Mengyu watched coldly, finding it all laughable.

Even now, Tang An still believed she hated Xiao Chan more than him.

Xiao Chan wasn’t innocent. On the night Jiang Wanjing died, Tang An had been supposed to take her home. But Xiao Chan, jealous and throwing a tantrum, refused to get in the car. Tang An chased after her to coax her, leaving Jiang Wanjing alone outside the bar.

If not for that, Jiang Wanjing wouldn’t have encountered that drunken madman. She wouldn’t have been stabbed thirty-eight times, completely defenseless. It had all happened in mere minutes. By the time she collapsed in a pool of blood, Tang An was probably still flirting with Xiao Chan.

Jiang Mengyu hated Xiao Chan, she was indirectly responsible for Jiang Wanjing’s death. But that hatred was no different from what she felt for Jiang Jian or the rest of the Tang family. They were all murderers.

Yet the one Jiang Mengyu despised most was Tang An. If he hadn’t lured her sister back, none of this would have happened.

Jiang Mengyu suppressed the surging killing intent in her heart. She had spared Tang An’s life for now, but only to lure the others over.

The absurd thing was that Tang An actually thought she didn’t dare to kill him.

In truth, whether Xiao Chan came tonight or not, Jiang Mengyu had already decided to kill Tang An.

The scent of blood in the air grew thicker, fresh blood streaming continuously down Tang An’s legs, pooling into a small puddle on the ground.

Tang An’s breathing grew increasingly labored. His head felt heavy, his consciousness slipping further into a haze. In his dazed state, he thought he heard Jiang Mengyu cough softly twice. Straining his ears, he tried to listen more carefully, but all he could hear was his own ragged breath.

Jiang Mengyu stifled the itch in her throat, feeling something cool beneath her nose. She raised a hand and casually wiped away the trickle of blood.

Her time was running out.

Perhaps this was the price of awakening. Jiang Mengyu could clearly feel her body deteriorating her life was now on a countdown. If she didn’t act soon, she might never get another chance.

That was why she hadn’t chosen to bide her time, opting instead to swiftly and ruthlessly kidnap Tang An.

Even if she died, she had to kill the person she hated most first.

Seeing that Tang An seemed on the verge of collapse, Jiang Mengyu tore the duct tape from his mouth.

The sharp pain of his skin being ripped made Tang An’s consciousness flicker back slightly. Gasping for air, he slumped in the chair like a dying dog.

The black cloth covering his eyes was yanked away roughly. The sudden brightness made Tang An instinctively squeeze his eyes shut, but he quickly forced them open again, desperately scanning his surroundings.

Dust-covered cardboard boxes were stacked haphazardly around them. Under the dim light, Tang An saw Jiang Mengyu, her long hair loose, staring at him with dark, fathomless eyes. A knife was still in her hand, its tip stained with half-dried blood.

The moment Tang An saw the scalpel, the wounds he had been ignoring flared with fresh agony. Panting heavily, he tried to placate her with honeyed words.

“Jiang Mengyu!”

The instant the name left his lips, he saw her expression shift.

Her face remained eerily calm, but the coldness in her eyes deepened, as if she were staring at a corpse.

Tang An hesitated, then changed his tone. “Jiaojiao…”

Jiaojiao was the nickname Jiang Wanjing had given Jiang Mengyu.

He shouldn’t have called her that. The moment those two syllables left his mouth, the barely restrained fury in Jiang Mengyu surged back to life.

Tang An only saw her cold, phoenix-like eyes narrow then a shadow flickered before him. Before he could react, Jiang Mengyu’s foot slammed into his chest.

She was wearing ten-centimeter stilettos, the sharp heel nearly piercing his flesh. The kick sent Tang An and the chair crashing to the ground. Like an overturned turtle, he lay there, vision swimming, on the verge of passing out from the pain.

The sudden impact left Tang An sprawled on the floor, his cries weak and feeble. For a long moment, he didn’t move.

It felt as though several ribs had been shattered by that kick. The fall had also wrenched the wounds on his arms and legs, leaving him in too much agony to even speak.

Before Tang An could react, Jiang Mengyu planted her foot squarely on his face. Her voice was calm, yet laced with a hatred that sent chills down his spine.

“Who gave you permission to call me that?”

Just the sight of this man breathing in front of her made her sick. If it weren’t for waiting for the others to arrive, Jiang Mengyu would have ended him right then and there.

As Tang An racked his brain trying to placate her fury, the faint sound of a car finally echoed from the entrance.

Jiang Mengyu lifted her gaze toward the door, removing her foot from Tang An’s face. She walked over to pick up the phone she had casually discarded earlier and turned on the speaker. Xiao Chan’s voice immediately came through.

“I’m here. Where are you?”

Jiang Mengyu glanced at Tang An, sprawled on the ground. “The door’s unlocked. Come in alone.”

She paused, then added nonchalantly, “Don’t try anything. I can see you. If more than one person steps inside, you’ll be collecting Tang An’s corpse.”

The words darkened the expressions of Tang An’s parents standing nearby. Despite the warehouse being within reach, they dared not charge in, forced to obey Jiang Mengyu’s command.

Xiao Chan’s heart pounded with unease. She didn’t want to go in, but under the insistent urging of Tang An’s parents, she had no choice. Stepping out of the car, she approached the warehouse door with trembling dread.

Behind her, a group of black-clad bodyguards followed silently, weapons in hand, carefully lightening their steps as they sought cover, inching closer to the warehouse.

Seeing this, Xiao Chan felt a sliver of reassurance.

Jiang Mengyu heard footsteps at the entrance. She knew the warehouse was likely surrounded by now but paid it no mind, idly toying with a bloodstained scalpel. One foot still rested on Tang An’s head, and if one followed the line of her leg upward, they’d notice something bulky strapped to her thigh.

As the footsteps drew nearer, Jiang Mengyu lifted the slit of her slip dress, revealing what was hidden on her leg, a compact silver pistol.

She cocked the gun, then shifted her foot, leisurely leveling the barrel at Tang An’s head.

Tang An strained to open his eyes. The moment he realized what was aimed at him, his body froze stiff.

When Xiao Chan finally stepped inside, this was the scene that greeted her.

Her limbs turned weak at the sight of Tang An’s tattered suit and the pool of blood on the floor. Covering her mouth, she gagged involuntarily.

“J-Jiang Mengyu…” Xiao Chan murmured.

Had Jiang Mengyu truly lost her mind?

At the sound of her name, Jiang Mengyu tilted her head slightly. A dangerous intuition told her that a gun was undoubtedly trained on her at that very moment.

But the shooter wouldn’t dare act, fearing she might harm Tang An.

“You’re here,” Jiang Mengyu flexed her index finger, as if ready to pull the trigger at any second.

Xiao Chan caught the movement and quickly cried out, “Don’t be rash!”

She had never been particularly brave, and now, shaken by Tang An’s ghastly state, she couldn’t even muster the courage to meet Jiang Mengyu’s gaze, her eyes darting nervously around.

Jiang Mengyu watched her silently, studying the face that bore a seventy percent resemblance to her sister’s.

She had devised countless ways to exact revenge on Tang An even flaying him alive wouldn’t quell the hatred in her heart. But for Xiao Chan… she hadn’t yet decided what to do.

Jiang Mengyu had originally planned to have Xiao Chan kill Tang An with her own hands. She knew Xiao Chan was carrying Tang An’s child and was even more certain that, compared to Tang An, Xiao Chan loved wealth and status more.

If Tang An remained alive, Xiao Chan might not always be his true love. But if Tang An died, the child in her belly would become the Tang family’s sole heir.

She believed Xiao Chan would know how to choose.

This was Jiang Mengyu’s plan. She could easily deceive Xiao Chan promise to let her go if she killed Tang An.

And once Xiao Chan had killed Tang An, Jiang Mengyu would go back on her word and kill Xiao Chan.

After all, she was never a good person to begin with.

Keeping promises? That was the protagonist’s job.

She was the villain!

But when the moment finally arrived, Jiang Mengyu suddenly felt exhausted.

Her insides twisted as if someone were carving them apart with a knife. The searing pain drained the color from her face, and though she swayed slightly, she refused to let her body falter. The metallic taste of blood rising in her throat was forcefully swallowed back.

Even as she teetered on the brink of collapse, her expression remained unreadable, betraying no weakness.

She thought perhaps this was the story’s way of stopping her.

She was the villain, yet she dared to defy the protagonist. So the narrative would erase her before she could succeed.

Jiang Mengyu could already imagine how the plot would unfold: the villain’s last desperate strike would fail, the male lead would be saved by the female lead who rushed in without regard for her own safety, and the two would emerge from the ordeal with a love even purer and deeper than before.

Did they think they could have their happy ending over her corpse?

Dream on!

Jiang Mengyu clenched her teeth and flashed Xiao Chan a bloodstained smile.

Xiao Chan’s heart lurched, a sense of foreboding surged within her.

“BOOM!!”

The deafening explosion startled the Tang family members waiting anxiously outside. Bodyguards lunged to shield their employers as the thunderous blast reverberated in their ears, followed by the rumbling collapse of structures.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly.

When the explosions finally subsided, Tang An’s parents shakily rose from the ground. Their eyes widened in horror flames roared into the sky in the distance, the scorching heatwaves making it impossible to keep their eyes open.

Tang An’s mother nearly fainted. “My son!!!”

“Go save them!!!”

But the fire was too fierce. And with Tang An and Xiao Chan at the heart of the explosion, everyone knew, the chances of their survival were slim.

Jiang Mengyu had truly dared to do it. She had sacrificed her own life just to take Tang An and Xiao Chan with her.

Amid the chaos of wails and curses, the crackling roar of the burning warehouse drowned out all else.

In the pandemonium, no one noticed the faint murmurs, voices that seemed to drift from somewhere far, far away.

“How could this happen?”

“The villain killed the protagonists?!”

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