The Cannon Fodder Crazy Beauty Has Awakened [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 39.1

Speaking the Most Humble Words in the Harshest Tone

System 031: [Huh?]

Was the host asking it?

Jiang Mengyu ignored its feigned ignorance. “Is Chi Jingyan also a mission taker?”

Hearing this, System 031 also grew serious. It scanned Chi Jingyan’s information once more and displayed the results on the mission panel.

[Host.] System 031 explained.

[Generally speaking, there is only one mission taker per world.]

[Moreover, even if multiple mission takers exist, their mission information would never intersect with each other.]

Otherwise, wouldn’t everything be thrown into chaos?

In other words, Chi Jingyan could still be a mission taker?

A trace of suspicion flickered in Jiang Mengyu’s eyes as she stared unblinkingly at Chi Jingyan, who couldn’t help but hold her breath, an inexplicable tension rising within her.

What did Jiang Mengyu mean by this?

Was there something wrong with the necklace she designed?

Or did Jiang Mengyu not like this style?

Jiang Mengyu remained silent, mentally reviewing whether Chi Jingyan had ever slipped up before.

However, System 031 quickly dismissed her speculation.

[Systems have a special sense of each other. I didn’t detect any mission taker fluctuations from the female lead Alpha. She should just be a native of this world.]

Then how to explain this necklace?

System 031 replied uncertainly: [Design concepts can be similar maybe it’s just a coincidence?]

Jiang Mengyu never believed in coincidences.

Suddenly, fragments of memories surfaced in her mind. Since Jiang Wanjing’s death, Jiang Mengyu had rarely revisited their shared past.

What were once happy memories were now shrouded in a thick haze of blood. If not for seeing this necklace, she still wouldn’t have dwelled on them.

Jiang Wanjing was six years older than her. In Jiang Mengyu’s memory, she had almost never seen Jiang Wanjing act childish or lost.

She always seemed self-assured, and as she grew older, she became even more inscrutable. Yet in front of Jiang Mengyu, she remained gentle and patient, seldom losing her temper.

Such a brilliant and outstanding woman had ultimately died in the absurdity of the plot.

Jiang Mengyu wondered, if even she could be chosen by the Main God to take on missions, could Jiang Wanjing have also been bound by a system?

Was Chi Jingyan a “coincidence” arranged by the Main God, or… was the person she longed to see standing right in front of her, only she hadn’t recognized her until now?

Jiang Mengyu couldn’t be sure. She gazed at Chi Jingyan for a long time, the profound meaning in her dark eyes leaving Chi Jingyan utterly bewildered.

The person before her seemed to be scrutinizing her or perhaps looking through her at someone else.

For some reason, Chi Jingyan suddenly recalled a detail from last night.

When Jiang Mengyu finally relented and kissed her, she had covered Chi Jingyan’s eyes. At the time, Chi Jingyan’s mind had been too clouded by heat and desire to ponder the meaning behind that gesture. But now, under Jiang Mengyu’s gaze, the memory resurfaced.

What was Jiang Mengyu thinking about?

Chi Jingyan’s heart clenched. She tightened her grip on the tablet, her eyes fixed intently on Jiang Mengyu.

It couldn’t be possible. Jiang Mengyu knew Jiang Yue was a fake, the real savior hadn’t even appeared yet.

Chi Jingyan desperately tried to convince herself that she was absolutely no one’s substitute, yet she couldn’t stop her eyes from reddening, her grip on Jiang Mengyu’s fingers tightening involuntarily.

“Jiang Mengyu,” Chi Jingyan asked hoarsely, “who are you looking at?”

Jiang Mengyu lowered her gaze, suppressing the thoughts in her heart. Chi Jingyan was indeed sharp, her momentary distraction had lasted only a couple of seconds before being caught.

She didn’t answer Chi Jingyan’s question, instead murmuring softly, “Get the necklace made.”

So, did Jiang Mengyu like it?

Chi Jingyan glanced down at the sketch on the tablet, then looked back up at Jiang Mengyu. “So, what were you thinking about just now?”

For some reason, she couldn’t let this go.

Jiang Mengyu replied flatly, “I was thinking about when this necklace would be torn off next.”

Chi Jingyan immediately countered, “There won’t be a next time!”

She wouldn’t let the same thing happen again.

Jiang Mengyu neither agreed nor disagreed. Watching the glimmer of moisture at the corners of Chi Jingyan’s eyes, she raised a hand and slowly wiped away the dampness with her thumb. “Did Madam Chi agree?”

The fingers against her skin were slightly cool, the motion indifferent, yet Chi Jingyan still lost herself in that fleeting tenderness.

“No,” she whispered.

“But I’ll find a way to make her agree.”

Dealing with Madam Chi wasn’t like dealing with Old Master Chi, she couldn’t be as ruthless or decisive. But Chi Jingyan had the best weapon of all: her mother truly loved her.

Love made people compromise.

“Tell me when you’ve done it,” Jiang Mengyu tossed out an ambiguous reply before turning to return to the sofa and continue reading.

But her fingers were caught.

Chi Jingyan cradled Jiang Mengyu’s hand, pressing her cheek into the other’s palm. Tilting her head, she gazed at Jiang Mengyu, deliberately softening her voice. “And then… will you agree to be with me?”

She always longed for a definitive answer from Jiang Mengyu.

Just as Jiang Mengyu had once insisted on a clear status between them.

Jiang Mengyu remained unmoved. She studied Chi Jingyan for a long moment before replying, “That depends on your performance.”

It was the same phrase Chi Jingyan had once used to shut Jiang Mengyu down, now thrown back at her word for word.

Chi Jingyan’s heart felt hollow. She wanted to reach out and embrace the woman before her, but Jiang Mengyu took a step back.

The warmth against her cheek vanished as Jiang Mengyu withdrew her hand.

Chi Jingyan instinctively tried to follow, only to pull a sore muscle in her waist. The sudden pain made her wince.

But she still gritted her teeth and promised, “I’ll prove it to you.”

At the very least, Jiang Mengyu’s attitude had softened, a good sign for Chi Jingyan, considering how firmly and relentlessly she had rejected her before.

That night, before bed, Chi Jingyan sent the final design of the necklace to Secretary Zhao, instructing him to have it made.

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