The Cannon Fodder Crazy Beauty Has Awakened [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 50.1

“Miss Jiang has attempted suicide!”

Rebirth?

Gu Lanqiu wasn’t surprised by this explanation. In fact, it was the only plausible reason that could account for Jiang Mengyu’s peculiar behavior.

Jiang Mengyu covered her lips with a light cough, her long lashes fluttering slightly as she adopted a resigned expression.

[If Lanqiu wants to know, I’ll tell her.]

[After all, we have no secrets between us.]

“President Gu, I’m not lying to you.”

From Jiang Mengyu’s lips, Gu Lanqiu heard a story entirely different from the present.

After the car accident, she had lost the use of her legs, and Jiang Mengyu hadn’t immediately broken off her engagement with Xu Zeyan.

But Xu Zeyan was a scumbag. While claiming to love Jiang Mengyu, he carried on ambiguously with Zhou Xinying. In the end, upon discovering that the golden locket actually belonged to Zhou Xinying, he heartlessly locked Jiang Mengyu away.

“That was when we gradually grew closer.”

Jiang Mengyu’s voice grew even softer, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. “Lanqiu, we pledged our lives to each other, but unfortunately…”

She didn’t finish, deliberately trailing off.

Gu Lanqiu remained silent throughout, offering no comment. Only after Jiang Mengyu finished speaking did she slowly clap her hands. “A fascinating story.”

“Unfortunately, Miss Jiang.”

“You don’t understand Zeyan nor do you understand me.”

Xu Zeyan lacked both the courage and the capability to harm her. As for herself…

Gu Lanqiu’s gaze turned icy. “I don’t like women.”

Jiang Mengyu trembled slightly. “I know you don’t believe me.”

“When you were six, you dug a hole with your own hands to bury a three-month-old kitten. You buried it under an osmanthus tree in the southeast corner of the Gu family’s old garden.”

Gu Lanqiu’s eyes sharpened imperceptibly. She had never told anyone about this, how did Jiang Mengyu know?

“You told me yourself.”

Jiang Mengyu gazed deeply at Gu Lanqiu. “You also said you’d always wanted to keep a cat but worried you wouldn’t have time to care for it.”

“Later, we adopted a calico. You named her Loose.”

Gu Lanqiu tapped her fingers lightly against her thigh, weighing the truth of Jiang Mengyu’s words.

Jiang Mengyu’s story was a mix of truth and lies. The burial of the kitten was real, and it was also true that Gu Lanqiu had later adopted a calico named Loose. The only fabrication was that the real story had never included Jiang Mengyu.

[Lanqiu definitely won’t believe me.]

[I never imagined she’d actually fall for me later.]

[It’s a shame Lanqiu doesn’t remember any of it.]

What followed was an even more chaotic stream of thoughts, Gu Lanqiu couldn’t make them out clearly. She only caught Jiang Mengyu’s final murmur, a sigh tinged with disappointment:

[She feels so far away.]

Gu Lanqiu’s fingers stilled. She could detect no flaw in Jiang Mengyu’s expression, and the details she’d shared aligned perfectly with Gu Lanqiu’s own personality.

So, in her past life, had she really fallen in love with Jiang Mengyu?

Gu Lanqiu didn’t believe it.

She stood and walked over to Jiang Mengyu, stopping at the bedside. “Miss Jiang, your storytelling skills are truly impressive.”

But she wasn’t Xu Zeyan.

Jiang Mengyu didn’t defend herself further. Instead, she simply stared fixedly at Gu Lanqiu. Though she appeared fragile, her gaze was profound as if she wanted to consume Gu Lanqiu whole with her eyes.

[“I’ve already told her my biggest secret.”]

[“What will Lanqiu do?”]

[“Will she lock me up?”]

[“Make it so I can only see her, only touch her…”]

Gu Lanqiu: “…”

“Your injuries aren’t healed yet. You should rest first.”

If not for her newly acquired mind-reading ability, Gu Lanqiu wouldn’t have easily believed Jiang Mengyu was a reincarnator.

She was certain that even if Jiang Mengyu told others about this, they’d likely just think she’d lost her mind.

So there was no need to lock her up.

Just as Gu Lanqiu was about to step toward the door, Jiang Mengyu suddenly grabbed her wrist. “Wait.”

Gu Lanqiu frowned, intending to pull away, but when her gaze landed on Jiang Mengyu’s pale face, she stopped. “Something else?”

“Don’t you have anything else to ask me?”

Gu Lanqiu countered, “Do you have anything else you want to say?”

Jiang Mengyu pressed her lips together and slowly released her grip. Her fingertips brushed lightly against Gu Lanqiu’s palm, sending a tingling sensation that made Gu Lanqiu instinctively clench her fist.

But Jiang Mengyu’s expression remained serious, as if it hadn’t been intentional. She gazed at Gu Lanqiu with deep, unreadable eyes.

“Will you come back?”

Gu Lanqiu took a deep breath. “We’ll see.”

Leaving behind that ambiguous answer, Gu Lanqiu walked away again.

This time, Jiang Mengyu didn’t stop her.

[Ding! Target character Gu Lanqiu’s favorability +2. Current total favorability: 147.]

Jiang Mengyu lowered her eyes. As expected, Gu Lanqiu’s favorability was hard to earn, no wonder System 031 had suggested targeting others first.

Too bad Jiang Mengyu was stubborn by nature. She loved a challenge, the more difficult, the better.

That night, Jiang Mengyu spiked a high fever, delirious even in her dreams, muttering Gu Lanqiu’s name over and over.

The nurse panicked and called Gu Lanqiu, who had just fallen asleep. Once awakened, she couldn’t drift off again.

No matter what kind of person Jiang Mengyu was, no matter what motives she had, at the very least, her act of saving Gu Lanqiu’s life was real. That alone made it impossible for Gu Lanqiu to truly abandon her.

She drove to the hospital. By the time she arrived, Jiang Mengyu had just woken from a nightmare.

Seeing her drenched in cold sweat, lips bloodless, Gu Lanqiu frowned at the nurse. “What happened?”

“Miss Jiang had a nightmare and wouldn’t wake up no matter what.”

Jiang Mengyu seemed oblivious to the nurse’s words. She just stared fixedly at Gu Lanqiu, her eyes red-rimmed.

Gu Lanqiu exhaled softly and ordered, “Get her a glass of warm water.”

The nurse was sharp, despite there being a water dispenser in the room, she took the cup outside, leaving the two alone.

Once the nurse was gone, Gu Lanqiu looked down at Jiang Mengyu. “What did you dream about?”

Jiang Mengyu didn’t answer. After a moment, she suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Gu Lanqiu’s waist. “Lanqiu, is it really you?”

“Or am I dreaming again?”

Her voice was hoarse, trembling slightly, as if she were a drowning person clinging to their last lifeline.

“Don’t die. Don’t leave me…”

“I’m so cold.”

Her arms around Gu Lanqiu’s waist were like iron clamps, squeezing so tightly it hurt. Gu Lanqiu pressed a hand against Jiang Mengyu’s shoulder, pushing her away firmly. “Miss Jiang, calm down.”

Jiang Mengyu’s eyes were unfocused, and from Gu Lanqiu’s perspective, all she could see were her lightly trembling eyelashes and lips so dry they had turned pale.

“Lanqiu…”

She kept murmuring Gu Lanqiu’s name in a low voice, her throat already hoarse beyond recognition, yet she refused to stop.

Gu Lanqiu closed her eyes briefly, suppressing a hint of impatience. “Miss Jiang, I’m still very much alive. But if you don’t let go soon, you might actually strangle me to death.”

At some word, Jiang Mengyu shuddered, then slowly loosened her grip. After a long pause, she seemed to regain a sliver of clarity.

“Apologies, President Gu. I lost control.”

She kept her head lowered, avoiding Gu Lanqiu’s gaze, her figure inexplicably exuding a pitiable air.

Gu Lanqiu took a step back, straightening her disheveled clothes with a cold tone. “I’ll arrange for the best psychologist for you.”

Jiang Mengyu suddenly lifted her head, her eyes rimmed with red. “You think I’ve gone mad, don’t you?”

“I’ll do my best to restrain myself, Lanqiu.”

“I don’t want to forget the memories between us.”

She actually knew what Gu Lanqiu was planning.

And Gu Lanqiu did indeed have such intentions.

Right now, she could tolerate Jiang Mengyu’s behavior out of gratitude for saving her life, but Gu Lanqiu wasn’t sure how long that tolerance would last. The best solution was to make Jiang Mengyu forget those unwarranted feelings.

But in front of Jiang Mengyu, Gu Lanqiu didn’t admit it. Instead, she turned toward the door and signaled for the caregiver standing stiffly in the distance to come in.

The caregiver handed Jiang Mengyu a glass of water, but she didn’t take it. Instead, she fixed Gu Lanqiu with a stubborn, pleading gaze, insistently waiting for her answer.

Gu Lanqiu felt a headache coming on. She exhaled deeply and said softly, “Forget it.”

Only then did Jiang Mengyu gradually relax. She took the glass, cradling it delicately in her slender hands. The previously bloodless fingertips warmed slightly from the heat, finally gaining a trace of color.

After all, she was still ill.

Gu Lanqiu thought to herself, why bother arguing with a patient?

“It’s late. You should rest.”

Jiang Mengyu needed proper sleep.

At those words, Jiang Mengyu immediately looked up at Gu Lanqiu, her barely relaxed expression tensing again. “Are you leaving again?”

Her dependence on Gu Lanqiu far exceeded expectations.

Gu Lanqiu rubbed her temples. “Miss Jiang, I’m grateful for your help, but I have my own life. I can’t stay by your side forever.”

Jiang Mengyu tightened her grip on the glass before finally replying in a hoarse voice, “You promised before that you’d repay me. Does that still stand?”

Gu Lanqiu: “I’ve already handed the West Suburb project in Z City to President Zhou. Didn’t he tell you?”

Jiang Mengyu gave a faint, bitter smile. “The Zhou family is the Zhou family. I am me.”

“I was the one who saved you. What does the Zhou family have to do with it?”

Gu Lanqiu was slightly surprised by this. “Should I take the project back, then?”

Jiang Mengyu’s reaction remained indifferent. “As you wish.”

Gu Lanqiu could tell she wasn’t being coy, she genuinely didn’t care.

Though Gu Lanqiu wasn’t deeply familiar with the Zhou family’s affairs, she had heard that Zhou Xiang treated Jiang Mengyu, his stepdaughter, even better than his own biological daughter, Zhou Xinying.

But judging by Jiang Mengyu’s attitude now, it seemed she held little affection for her stepfather.

Perhaps the waters of the Zhou family ran deeper than she had imagined.

But Gu Lanqiu was no stranger to the scheming and power struggles among wealthy families. Her surprise lasted only a moment before she quickly composed herself.

“What do you want, then?”

“I want you.” Jiang Mengyu met Gu Lanqiu’s gaze directly.

Her voice wasn’t loud, but the clinging obsession in her tone was almost palpable.

Gu Lanqiu’s brow twitched, but she felt little surprise, if anything, a strange sense of inevitability settled over her.

“Miss Jiang,” Gu Lanqiu held Jiang Mengyu’s gaze without flinching, “it seems you’ve forgotten what I told you earlier today.”

“Allow me to remind you again.”

“I don’t like women.”

She paused, then added, “And I especially don’t like gold-diggers.”

The words were sharp and cutting, stripping away Jiang Mengyu’s facade as if trampling her pride underfoot.

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