The Cannon Fodder Crazy Beauty Has Awakened [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 37.1

“Mark me completely, okay?”

The scent of lychee-infused pear wine overwhelmed Jiang Mengyu, even more intense and stimulating than when Chi Jingyan had been induced into her sensitive period by the medicine before.

Jiang Mengyu tightened her grip on Chi Jingyan’s wrist, clearly feeling the other girl trembling uncontrollably. A thin layer of sweat glistened on Chi Jingyan’s face and forehead, damp as if she had just been pulled from water.

Chi Jingyan’s actions left Jiang Mengyu genuinely surprised.

She hadn’t expected Chi Jingyan to go this far.

The once proud and aloof young miss now gazed at her with hopeful eyes, desperate for forgiveness—even willing to hurt herself just to appease Jiang Mengyu’s anger.

Yet Chi Jingyan seemed oblivious to her own disheveled state or perhaps she no longer cared. She bit down hard on her lip, struggling to maintain a sliver of clarity in her mind.

“Do you feel even a little better now?” Chi Jingyan asked.

Jiang Mengyu closed her eyes briefly, her usually expressionless face finally betraying a flicker of emotion.

“Chi Jingyan.”

She tried to hold back, but anger still seeped into her voice.

“You’ve truly lost your mind.”

“Aren’t you happy?” Chi Jingyan appeared deaf to Jiang Mengyu’s words. Her gaze locked onto Jiang Mengyu, drifting from her eyes to the hand gripping her wrist before settling back on her face.

“You’re unhappy,” Chi Jingyan stated with certainty.

She was confused, why was Jiang Mengyu still upset?

Jiang Mengyu’s eyes darkened. “I don’t need you to do something like this.”

“Why?” Chi Jingyan’s breathing grew ragged.

“Then tell me, what do I have to do for you to forgive me? Just say it, and I’ll listen, okay?”

Her condition was visibly deteriorating. Just days ago, Chi Jingyan had still been capable of cold, mocking words toward Jiang Mengyu. Even when Jiang Mengyu retorted, Chi Jingyan had only reacted with flustered anger, never truly losing control.

But now, she was like a cat abandoned by its owner, deliberately making herself pitiful in hopes of winning sympathy and forgiveness.

Had Jiang Yue’s appearance really shaken her this much?

Jiang Mengyu’s eyes narrowed in thought.

Or was it that Chi Jingyan had remained rational before only because she’d always believed Jiang Mengyu was firmly within her grasp?

Even if she occasionally felt jealous of Chen He’an, deep down, she knew Jiang Mengyu would never like him.

But Jiang Yue’s arrival had made Chi Jingyan realize, Jiang Mengyu could truly be with someone else. And that was what had finally shattered her composure?

Jiang Mengyu released Chi Jingyan’s wrist and leaned over to grab her phone from the bedside table, but Chi Jingyan misunderstood thinking she meant to leave.

An arm yanked her back, and suddenly, someone forced their way into her embrace. Chi Jingyan clung to Jiang Mengyu’s waist, her voice trembling as she demanded, “Where are you trying to go now?”

“I won’t let you leave!”

Jiang Mengyu: “I was calling Secretary Zhao to bring a doctor to check on you.”

Chi Jingyan lifted her head from Jiang Mengyu’s chest. “You’re worried about me?”

Her long hair was disheveled, her beautiful face flushed, traces of moisture still lingering in her eyes, yet the corners of her lips had already curled up. “Jiang Mengyu, you’re worried about me, aren’t you?”

After all, she couldn’t bear to see me in pain, could she?

Jiang Mengyu’s expression remained indifferent. “If the eldest daughter of the Chi family really died here, I might end up being sent to the research lab for human experimentation by Madam Chi.”

So she wasn’t actually concerned about Chi Jingyan, she was just worried about being implicated.

Chi Jingyan reached out and covered Jiang Mengyu’s mouth, shaking her head. “That won’t happen.”

“I won’t give her the chance to do that.”

She didn’t elaborate further.

Jiang Mengyu didn’t know the hidden meaning behind Chi Jingyan’s words whether it meant she wouldn’t be in danger, or that if she were truly about to die, she would arrange an escape for Jiang Mengyu beforehand, or perhaps that she planned to take Jiang Mengyu with her.

But Jiang Mengyu thought, given the possessiveness Chi Jingyan had shown so far, she might really drag her down to death together.

Maintaining the position of being tightly embraced, Jiang Mengyu stretched her hand toward the phone on the bedside table. But the moment her fingers brushed its edge, Chi Jingyan stopped her.

“No need.” Chi Jingyan bit her lip, gasping softly. “Maybe if you give me a temporary mark, I’ll be fine.”

An inducer could cause a loss of control over pheromones, with symptoms very similar to those of a rut. Theoretically, it was possible, but Jiang Mengyu coldly refused.

“I have no interest in giving temporary marks to irrelevant people.”

Irrelevant people.

Chi Jingyan’s face paled for an instant. In Jiang Mengyu’s heart, was she now considered irrelevant?

The face before her was still the one she knew so well, but those eyes no longer held the burning love they once did.

Chi Jingyan slowly released her grip, pressing a hand to her chest as her brows furrowed tightly. Pain flickered across her face from the uncontrolled pheromones, yet she stubbornly pressed on. “Then… downstairs earlier, why didn’t you say it?”

She had said that if Jiang Mengyu admitted she didn’t love her, she would let her go. But until the very end, Jiang Mengyu never uttered the words “I don’t love you.”

Jiang Mengyu paused. “If I had said it, would you really have let me go?”

Her eyes were dark and deep, filled with a clarity that seemed to see through everything, leaving Chi Jingyan’s “yes” stuck in her throat, unable to escape.

Chi Jingyan could only turn her face away in silence.

Jiang Mengyu wasn’t surprised. “So what difference would it have made, saying it or not?”

The blow to Chi Jingyan was devastating.

So was Jiang Mengyu indirectly admitting that she truly didn’t love her anymore?

Then what did all those things she had done, the things in her phone, even mean?

Chi Jingyan’s eyes reddened. She blinked, the moisture in them reflecting shattered light under the glow of the lamp.

As if all her strength had drained away in an instant, Chi Jingyan lowered her lashes. “Then go.”

With that, she actually stepped aside. “Zhou Heng won’t stop you. You can leave right now.”

“As long as you walk out that door today, from then on, whether I live or die will have nothing to do with you.”

Jiang Mengyu stared at her intently for several seconds, then actually threw back the covers and got out of bed, striding toward the door without hesitation.

Chi Jingyan didn’t even have time to react. She stared blankly at Jiang Mengyu’s retreating figure her steps were resolute, and from beginning to end, she never once looked back.

This was already the second time Chi Jingyan had watched Jiang Mengyu walk away.

She really intended to leave!

The fragile thread of rationality Chi Jingyan had been clinging to snapped completely. She clutched at the fabric over her chest, but it did nothing to ease the suffocating pain. Jiang Mengyu’s figure blurred before her eyes. Chi Jingyan reached out, trying to grasp her, but her fingers only closed around empty air.

Thud.

A dull sound of something hitting the floor came from behind.

Jiang Mengyu stopped in her tracks. She hadn’t actually planned to leave, so her steps had been slow.

Hearing the noise, she turned her head to look back and saw Chi Jingyan curled up by the headboard, one hand pressed to her chest. Her face was hidden behind her long hair, so Jiang Mengyu couldn’t see her expression, only the hand dangling limply over the edge of the bed.

The muffled sound earlier had been Chi Jingyan accidentally knocking over the glass of water on the nightstand. It had fallen onto the carpet.

Chi Jingyan’s body trembled. The scent of pear and lychee wine in the air had long since surpassed safe levels, saturating Jiang Mengyu’s clothes as well.

Jiang Mengyu closed the door behind her and walked back toward Chi Jingyan. She reached out to check the other woman’s forehead, but Chi Jingyan abruptly seized her wrist.

The woman before her lifted her damp, beautiful face, forcing a faint smile at Jiang Mengyu. “Weren’t you… going to leave me?”

“Helping you doesn’t mean I’m worried about you.” Jiang Mengyu’s voice was cold. “If anyone collapsed in front of me, I’d lend a hand.”

Chi Jingyan immediately thought of that so-called lifesaver was it because Jiang Mengyu had once been in the same situation that she couldn’t turn a blind eye?

A mocking smile curled her lips before she abruptly straightened and hooked an arm around Jiang Mengyu’s neck, pulling her close. “Then how… do you plan to help me?”

Without waiting for an answer, Chi Jingyan tilted her head up and sealed Jiang Mengyu’s lips with her own, silencing any further words that might upset her.

Her body burned with heat. The arms around Jiang Mengyu’s neck tightened, fingers boldly trailing down her spine before lingering at her waist, teasing and restless.

Jiang Mengyu braced herself on one elbow, her brow slightly furrowed. Compared to Chi Jingyan’s intoxicated haze, she remained far more composed.

Yet she didn’t reject the kiss.

Chi Jingyan tentatively traced the seam of Jiang Mengyu’s lips with her tongue, her hands sliding upward along Jiang Mengyu’s waist, venturing dangerously close to forbidden territory.

Jiang Mengyu swiftly caught her wrist.

Chi Jingyan clung too tightly, her intoxicatingly fragrant body pressed flush against Jiang Mengyu’s, leaving no space between them as their heat mingled. Frustrated by the lack of contact, Chi Jingyan tugged at her own clothes, baring a stretch of skin so pale it nearly blinded.

Breathing raggedly, she exposed the delicate curve of her neck to Jiang Mengyu, one slender leg hooking lightly around her waist. Her lips parted slightly as she gasped out a few breathless words: “So hot…”

Jiang Mengyu’s breathing was heavy as she looked down at Chi Jingyan, a thin layer of sweat glistening on her forehead.

Her clothes were already in disarray, beyond presentable. Jiang Mengyu reached out, pressing her hand against the back of Chi Jingyan’s neck to stop her from kissing further down.

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