The Cannon Fodder Crazy Beauty Has Awakened [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 35.3

She remembered this was one of Jiang Mengyu’s sensitive spots.

Sure enough, the woman beneath her tensed instantly. The metal chains around her wrists scraped against the floor, producing an inevitable, fragmented clinking sound.

Chi Jingyan nipped at her earlobe and murmured, “Jiang Mengyu, I want to devour you whole.”

Perhaps now, she finally understood Jiang Mengyu.

These were the exact words Jiang Mengyu had once said to Chi Jingyan, and now Chi Jingyan was throwing them back at her unchanged.

Jiang Mengyu let out a muffled groan, her lips finally gaining some color as she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze hazy and moist. “Chi Jingyan.”

Jiang Mengyu sneered, “Do you remember how you scolded me before?”

Chi Jingyan hadn’t forgotten.

The last time Jiang Mengyu had lured her with pheromones, she had righteously berated Jiang Mengyu for being shameless. Who would have thought that now, she was the one using such tactics on Jiang Mengyu?

Chi Jingyan bit her lip. “It doesn’t matter.”

She traced the skin beneath Jiang Mengyu’s eyes, feeling the warmth under her fingertips. A faint smile tugged at Chi Jingyan’s lips, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “As long as it works.”

She sealed Jiang Mengyu’s lips with her own.

The kiss was fierce and deep, fueled by Chi Jingyan’s anger, resentment, and the hidden grievances buried in her heart. She bit Jiang Mengyu’s lips almost vengefully.

Yet, she still retained a shred of rationality, unlike before, and didn’t break the skin.

By the time they parted, Jiang Mengyu’s lips were already a deep, swollen red.

“You like it,” Chi Jingyan declared with certainty.

Jiang Mengyu’s words could lie, but her body’s instinctive reactions couldn’t.

Finally, a genuine smile appeared on Chi Jingyan’s face. Clad in a thin nightgown, her long, slender legs pale and smooth pressed tightly against Jiang Mengyu’s waist. Through the open collar of her gown, the gentle rise of her chest was faintly visible.

This move was something Chi Jingyan had learned from Jiang Mengyu.

Noticing Jiang Mengyu avert her gaze, Chi Jingyan forcefully grabbed her hand and pressed it against her thigh, her tone both assertive and probing. “Why won’t you look at me?”

Jiang Mengyu kept her lips sealed, but the scent of jasmine pheromones slowly seeped out, intertwining intimately with the snowy pear and lychee fragrance in the air.

Chi Jingyan studied the woman beneath her, her voice soft. “Did you really not miss me at all these past few days?”

Jiang Mengyu neither confirmed nor denied it. She lay unresisting beneath Chi Jingyan, as if surrendering completely to her whims. For a fleeting moment, Chi Jingyan almost believed their relationship was just as it had been before.

But the handcuffs around Jiang Mengyu’s wrists snapped her back to reality.

It wasn’t the same.

Before, Jiang Mengyu had been willing. Now, she was being forced.

A dull ache surged in Chi Jingyan’s chest, as if someone were slowly carving into her heart with a knife, the pain coming in waves.

Seeing Jiang Mengyu close her eyes again, Chi Jingyan didn’t press further. She was exhausted, the tension and turmoil of the past few days, the fury and heartbreak upon learning Jiang Mengyu was with someone else had kept her emotions on a razor’s edge.

Only now, with Jiang Mengyu’s scent in her nose and her body within reach, could Chi Jingyan finally relax a little.

She rolled off and nestled herself into Jiang Mengyu’s embrace, wrapping an arm around her waist. A sense of security washed over her.

Fatigue and drowsiness overtook her.

“But I missed you so much,” she murmured.

The young mistress fell asleep in her arms.

Jiang Mengyu slowly opened her eyes and turned to look at the person beside her. Chi Jingyan was curled up at her side, her face still flushed with the lingering traces of passion, her expression unusually serene.

She was sleeping soundly.

By the time Jiang Mengyu woke up, Chi Jingyan was no longer in the room. Yet the chains on her wrists and ankles remained firmly in place. The cold metal had been warmed by Jiang Mengyu’s body heat, making them seem less unyielding and immovable than before.

Jiang Mengyu only glanced at it briefly before turning her gaze elsewhere, making no attempt to remove the object.

Soon, the door opened from the outside, and Chi Jingyan’s figure appeared in Jiang Mengyu’s line of sight.

She was holding a porcelain bowl in her hands, and as she approached, Jiang Mengyu could see it contained plain congee.

Chi Jingyan handed her the bowl, her expression slightly uneasy. “Eat something first.”

Her attitude was a stark contrast to last night.

Jiang Mengyu knew, Chi Jingyan must have already seen some “truth.”

Her guess was correct.

Chi Jingyan had indeed seen it.

That morning, while Jiang Mengyu was still asleep, Chi Jingyan had secretly gone through her phone.

She discovered that Jiang Mengyu hadn’t deleted her WeChat. Not only that, but she had also pinned her at the top of the chat list, and her contact name remained unchanged still “Ayan,” not the cold and distant “Chi Jingyan.”

Chi Jingyan let out a sigh of relief.

She didn’t see Jiang Yue’s name in the chat history. Only after checking the friend list did she realize Jiang Mengyu had set her to “Do Not Disturb.”

Hadn’t she actively added Jiang Yue’s WeChat?

Though puzzled, Chi Jingyan couldn’t deny the surge of happiness she felt in that moment.

At least Jiang Mengyu hadn’t been happily chatting with someone else.

Chi Jingyan continued scrolling. Jiang Mengyu’s phone held few secrets, most of its contents were related to her.

The WeChat chats were only with Chi Jingyan, and the shopping apps were filled with purchases meant for her.

Chi Jingyan even found several lists in Jiang Mengyu’s phone memos.

From her favorite foods to the things she liked, even the smallest offhand remarks she’d made, all meticulously recorded by Jiang Mengyu.

Chi Jingyan’s expression faltered. At the very end of one memo, she saw a line written by Jiang Mengyu:

“When will she truly like me?”

Did Jiang Mengyu think she didn’t genuinely like her?

Chi Jingyan turned to look at the person still sleeping peacefully on the bed. She sat silently on the sofa, lost in thought for a long time, before finally calling Secretary Zhao.

She didn’t understand had she really treated Jiang Mengyu so poorly before?

To the point where Jiang Mengyu couldn’t feel her affection at all.

Secretary Zhao couldn’t help but sigh upon hearing this.

He told Chi Jingyan that if she truly cared, she couldn’t keep saying one thing and meaning another. She needed to learn to express her feelings openly.

Chi Jingyan thought about it. She had indeed never once told Jiang Mengyu she liked her instead, she had often mocked her.

Even now, facing Jiang Mengyu, she still struggled to say it out loud. But she resolved to change, to stop deliberately speaking in contradictions like before.

Harsh words only pushed people further away.

Chi Jingyan had already experienced the pain of being separated from Jiang Mengyu, she didn’t want to go through it again.

Now, looking at the calm-faced woman before her, Chi Jingyan felt an unusual nervousness.

Jiang Mengyu must still have feelings for her, right? Otherwise, she wouldn’t react so easily to her pheromones, wouldn’t have kept everything in her phone untouched, and wouldn’t have spent these past few days seemingly testing her in subtle ways.

Maybe it was just because of her past harsh words that Jiang Mengyu had grown unhappy and started mirroring her sarcasm in retaliation?

Just like how she had mimicked Jiang Mengyu’s use of pheromones to provoke a reaction.

Chi Jingyan was silently speculating in her heart.

In a way, she was actually grateful to her mother.

Although she knew her mother only wanted her to give up on Jiang Mengyu, if not for her mother’s meddling, Chi Jingyan might not have even found a reason to coax Jiang Mengyu.

Secretary Zhao was right there was nothing shameful about an Alpha lowering their pride to chase after their beloved.

It was far better than watching Jiang Mengyu end up with someone else.

Jiang Mengyu didn’t refuse and reached out to take the bowl. Only then did Chi Jingyan quietly let out a sigh of relief.

But after just one small sip, Jiang Mengyu set the bowl down again.

Chi Jingyan frowned. “Why aren’t you eating?”

“Are you trying to starve yourself?” Her tone was uncertain.

Even if that were the case, she wouldn’t let Jiang Mengyu leave.

Jiang Mengyu gave her a faint glance. “It’s terrible.”

Chi Jingyan’s expression instantly froze, her face resembling a spilled palette colorful and utterly dramatic.

Fine, it was bad, but she actually said it was terrible!

This was her first time cooking…

Chi Jingyan suppressed her frustration again and again before finally snatching the bowl back. “If it’s bad, then don’t eat it.”

Her voice was stifled, and without waiting for Jiang Mengyu to respond, she stood up and strode away.

But before long, Chi Jingyan returned.

This time, the food she brought was far more varied, beautifully plated, and exuded a rich aroma in the air.

Clearly not her own handiwork.

With an impassive expression, Chi Jingyan said, “Eat.”

Jiang Mengyu had no intention of starving herself. Under Chi Jingyan’s watchful gaze, she finished breakfast, wiping her mouth unhurriedly only after she was completely full.

Chi Jingyan didn’t let her lift a finger, cleaning up the mess herself, though it was obvious the young mistress was terrible at such tasks, nearly dropping a spoon in the process.

Jiang Mengyu watched coldly from the side. Only after Chi Jingyan finally managed to tidy up did she suddenly murmur, “Chi Jingyan, what’s the point of all this?”

“I think it’s very meaningful.” Chi Jingyan knew she had acted impulsively yesterday, driven by agitation to have Jiang Mengyu brought here by force.

After seeing Jiang Mengyu’s phone this morning, she even felt too ashamed to face her but she didn’t regret it.

Hadn’t Jiang Mengyu been just as relentless when pursuing her before?

There was no way she would ever let Jiang Mengyu leave.

Jiang Mengyu was officially confined by Chi Jingyan, restricted to this room with no contact with outsiders, only Chi Jingyan herself for company.

Chi Jingyan didn’t confiscate Jiang Mengyu’s phone, but when returning it, she couldn’t help but ask sourly:

“Didn’t you add your ‘savior’ on your own? Why aren’t you replying to her messages?”

Yesterday, she had truly believed Jiang Mengyu had fallen for her mother’s scheme.

Jiang Mengyu didn’t explain. She turned her face away, her expression unreadable as she gazed out the window.

Chi Jingyan pressed her lips together.

She pulled out a tube of ointment from somewhere, intending to apply it to the wound on Jiang Mengyu’s neck. The faint red mark from the rope still lingered, and Chi Jingyan found it unbearably irritating to look at.

Jiang Mengyu let her fuss.

Seizing the opportunity, Chi Jingyan probed again, “Did you already guess she was fake?”

If it weren’t for this, Chi Jingyan couldn’t think of any other reason why Jiang Mengyu would treat Jiang Yue with such indifference.

But if that were the case, wouldn’t it also mean that Jiang Mengyu was doing it on purpose?

“You knew I had Zhou Heng follow you, yet you deliberately added her on WeChat to provoke me.”

Chi Jingyan lowered her head and studied Jiang Mengyu’s profile intently, half-nervous and half-hopeful as she asked, “Jiang Mengyu, deep down, you’re not as indifferent as you pretend to be, right?”

Jiang Mengyu didn’t even acknowledge her.

Chi Jingyan felt a little disappointed but still murmured, “If you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as your silent agreement.”

Jiang Mengyu remained silent.

Chi Jingyan took it as confirmation.

Her heart stirred. “Let me make you another necklace, okay?”

“This time, I’ll make it myself.”

Jiang Mengyu kept her eyes closed, like an unfeeling statue, but Chi Jingyan knew she had heard.

“How about one with clouds surrounding the moon?”

Jiang Mengyu abruptly opened her eyes.

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