The Cannon Fodder Crazy Beauty Has Awakened [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 61.1

“What is our relationship now?”

After Gu Lanqiu finished speaking, she didn’t receive a response from Jiang Mengyu.

Jiang Mengyu neither agreed nor refused, only gazing at Gu Lanqiu with an inscrutable expression.

The lingering sensations in their bodies had yet to fade, and even their damp hair still clung to their temples, but the atmosphere between them seemed to have subtly stiffened.

Gu Lanqiu gasped lightly, about to ask what was wrong, when a sudden realization flashed through her mind.

“Did, she call you that too?”

Other than this, Gu Lanqiu couldn’t think of any other reason that would leave Jiang Mengyu silent.

Jiang Mengyu lowered her eyes slightly, and her silence, in Gu Lanqiu’s eyes, became tacit acknowledgment.

A surge of irritation rose in Gu Lanqiu’s heart, no wonder Jiang Mengyu had made such an expression.

Could it be said that they were truly the same person?

Even in this regard, she and her past self were eerily in sync.

Without waiting for Jiang Mengyu to speak, Gu Lanqiu preemptively dismissed the idea. “Forget it.”

“Let’s pick another one, then.”

She didn’t want every time she called Jiang Mengyu’s name to remind her of her past self.

The lights in the room weren’t completely off, and in the dim glow, Jiang Mengyu knelt on the bed, unclothed, the marks on her body fully visible scattered red traces from her chest down to her waist, all left by Gu Lanqiu in the throes of passion.

Gu Lanqiu looked at those marks, her own imprints, and the displeasure in her heart quickly dissipated.

So what if Jiang Mengyu was thinking of someone else? There was no second Gu Lanqiu in this world, and Jiang Mengyu could only stay by her side.

“How about Xiao Yu? Or Yu Yu?”

“What do you think?”

Gu Lanqiu’s voice carried a newfound patience.

She coaxed Jiang Mengyu softly, her gentle hand reaching up to stroke Jiang Mengyu’s face, lightly grazing her chin as if teasing a sulking puppy.

Jiang Mengyu caught Gu Lanqiu’s hand. “Alright.”

Gu Lanqiu exhaled in relief. This reaction confirmed that her past self had never called Jiang Mengyu by such a name that was enough.

Though Gu Lanqiu found the nickname a bit overly affectionate, it didn’t seem so bad to use occasionally in moments of tenderness.

She hooked her arm around Jiang Mengyu’s neck. “Come here.”

Jiang Mengyu was too far away, and Gu Lanqiu didn’t like it, it felt as though the intimacy between them had suddenly cooled, even though just moments ago they had been pressed together without a sliver of space between them.

Jiang Mengyu leaned in at Gu Lanqiu’s urging, allowing those lips she had just gently nipped to press against hers again, planting a soft kiss at the corner of her mouth.

Gu Lanqiu’s breath was warm and fragrant. “So, are you still upset?”

She hadn’t even gotten upset yet, and Jiang Mengyu was the one throwing a tantrum first?

“I’m not upset,” Jiang Mengyu murmured.

Liar.

Gu Lanqiu couldn’t hear Jiang Mengyu’s thoughts, nor did she know exactly what Jiang Mengyu was thinking at this moment, but she had a gut feeling, Jiang Mengyu was unhappy.

“You don’t like calling me ‘jie jie’?”

As she spoke, the warmth in Gu Lanqiu’s expression faded.

When Jiang Mengyu had called her “wife,” her tone had been so tender and affectionate, without a trace of reluctance. Now, just being asked to call her “jie jie,” she was unwilling?

“No.” Jiang Mengyu’s eyes were half-lowered, her waterfall-like hair cascading down, brushing against Gu Lanqiu’s face and sending a ticklish sensation through her.

But Gu Lanqiu seemed oblivious. She stared straight into Jiang Mengyu’s eyes. “Then you!”

Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were unexpectedly kissed. Jiang Mengyu gazed at her quietly, her voice soft and husky. “Sister.”

A sudden, indescribable feeling surged in Gu Lanqiu’s chest. She struggled to put words to her emotions at that moment. While her expression remained composed, her heart betrayed her, pounding wildly and only growing more intense.

It was just an ordinary term of address, yet Gu Lanqiu couldn’t understand why she felt so exhilarated.

She pressed her lips together, her vision filled only with Jiang Mengyu’s face.

At that moment, their bodies were still pressed close together, their warmth mingling without barriers. The scent of Jiang Mengyu lingered on her, and before her was that stunning face that made her heart race.

Jiang Mengyu’s gaze was focused and earnest.

She was looking at her.

[Ding! Target Gu Lanqiu’s favorability +10. Current total favorability: 212.]

Jiang Mengyu lowered her eyes to Gu Lanqiu’s flushed face. A glimmer of moisture still lingered in the other woman’s eyes, and the hand hooked around Jiang Mengyu’s neck lightly caressed the back of her nape.

Gu Lanqiu said nothing, yet her favorability had skyrocketed.

It seemed she really liked that term of address.

The night was still deep.

It was unclear who initiated it, but their breaths intertwined once more, the heat in the room surging back after a brief lull.

Gu Lanqiu had always believed she didn’t like women. She couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to be with one.

Yet now, the moment Jiang Mengyu’s fingertips touched her, amidst the tremors coursing through her body, Gu Lanqiu hazily realized this was exactly what she wanted.

A love that was fervent, lingering, and uniquely hers.

Gu Lanqiu tightened her arms around Jiang Mengyu.

Unsurprisingly, they woke up late the next morning.

Gu Lanqiu stirred from her daze, expecting Jiang Mengyu to cling to her and whine as usual. But the space beside her was empty.

She snapped awake instantly, reaching out to feel the bed cold, indicating Jiang Mengyu had been gone for some time.

Where had Jiang Mengyu gone?

Frowning, Gu Lanqiu threw off the covers and got out of bed. She didn’t have work today, so she wasn’t in a hurry. She draped a robe over herself and headed out.

As she reached the staircase, she spotted Aunt Zhang passing by downstairs. Gu Lanqiu called out to her, “Where’s Jiang Mengyu?”

“Miss Jiang is in the studio.”

From a distance, Aunt Zhang didn’t notice anything amiss. She only felt that the CEO seemed a little different today, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint how.

After a moment’s thought, it struck her: she had only ever seen the CEO in button-ups before. This was the first time she’d seen her dressed so casually.

The CEO had asked about Miss Jiang as soon as she woke up. Had they made up?

The studio was on the third floor. Gu Lanqiu turned and headed upstairs, her footsteps light. Soon, she stood at the studio door.

It was slightly ajar. Gu Lanqiu immediately spotted Jiang Mengyu’s figure her back turned as she sat before an easel, paintbrush and palette in hand.

She was still wearing last night’s pajamas, her long hair casually tied back, revealing a stretch of snow-white neck dotted with love bites.

The window was wide open, and the gentle sunlight streamed in, casting a radiant glow over Jiang Mengyu as if she were bathed in a dazzling halo.

Sitting in the light, she seemed to emanate a warmth of her own.

Gu Lanqiu’s footsteps halted. She stood silently at the doorway, watching the scene unfold.

Only when a breeze swept past, tousling the loose strands of hair by her cheeks, did Gu Lanqiu pull her coat tighter. Seeing that Jiang Mengyu still hadn’t noticed her, she finally stepped inside.

Jiang Mengyu was painting with intense focus, her brushstrokes almost effortless, her hand steady without the slightest tremor.

It wasn’t until Gu Lanqiu drew closer that she saw what Jiang Mengyu was painting.

It was her.

Gu Lanqiu wasn’t unfamiliar with Jiang Mengyu’s work. Ever since Jiang Mengyu’s rebirth, her paintings had taken on an eerie, complex style, difficult to decipher.

This was the first time Gu Lanqiu had seen Jiang Mengyu paint a person.

She was painting last night’s scene.

Gu Lanqiu’s drunken gaze, the faint flush on her cheeks, all of it was vividly captured on the canvas, so detailed that even the faint glimmer of moisture in her eyes was visible.

So this was how she looked in Jiang Mengyu’s eyes?

Compared to Jiang Mengyu’s previous works, Gu Lanqiu could clearly sense that this painting was different. If she had to put it into words, perhaps it was that this piece carried a vitality absent in the others.

At the very least, it was no longer a jumble of obscure lines and chaotic colors.

Gu Lanqiu stood quietly to the side, watching. Jiang Mengyu was so absorbed that she still hadn’t noticed her presence.

It wasn’t until Jiang Mengyu turned to grab something that she seemed to catch sight of Gu Lanqiu.

“Lanqiu!” Her eyes brightened slightly as she looked up. “When did you get here?”

The slender, delicate curve of her exposed neck, lifted high, reminded Gu Lanqiu of the subtle sensation from last night when she had pinned it down completely.

“Just now,” Gu Lanqiu replied, reaching out to brush a strand of Jiang Mengyu’s hair aside, her movements casual, almost like teasing a docile pet.

There was a smudge of paint on Jiang Mengyu’s face, and Gu Lanqiu wiped it away absentmindedly.

She suddenly remembered doing the same thing not long ago in the hospital.

Back then, Gu Lanqiu would never have imagined that she’d end up entangled with Jiang Mengyu so quickly.

But the feeling wasn’t bad.

Truth be told, even now, Gu Lanqiu wasn’t entirely sure if she truly liked Jiang Mengyu. Maybe a little but certainly not as much as Jiang Mengyu liked her.

In the past, Gu Lanqiu had always been fond of planning. Anything outside her plans instinctively put her on guard, triggering rejection.

But ever since meeting Jiang Mengyu, unexpected things kept happening. Jiang Mengyu had brought her many “surprises.”

Gu Lanqiu didn’t know how far she and Jiang Mengyu would go, but her nature ensured she wouldn’t dwell on it for long.

When it came to things that interested her, even if her fondness was only at thirty percent, Gu Lanqiu would still claim them for herself.

Objects were like that and so were people.

Gu Lanqiu refused to leave herself with regrets.

After all, there was no one in this world who could control her.

As for what would happen later, she’d deal with it when the time came.

“Aren’t you cold?” Gu Lanqiu asked softly.

Jiang Mengyu’s face was cold, and she was dressed lightly, likely with little warmth in her body.

Gu Lanqiu took off her own coat and draped it over Jiang Mengyu’s shoulders.

Jiang Mengyu didn’t even continue painting. She grabbed Gu Lanqiu’s hand as it tried to withdraw, her eyes now filled with hope and anticipation. “Lanqiu.”

Last night, she had still been calling her “sister,” but now she had reverted.

“Hmm?” Gu Lanqiu remained still, letting her hold onto her hand.

“What are we now?” Jiang Mengyu paused, her voice softening further when she spoke again, “What is our relationship?”

What had happened the night before had occurred while Gu Lanqiu was drunk and not entirely lucid.

Gu Lanqiu hadn’t made any promises, and Jiang Mengyu hadn’t pressed for clarity. Both had silently acknowledged the situation, letting it unfold without words.

But now, Gu Lanqiu was sober.

Jiang Mengyu seemed afraid she might regret it, cautiously and eagerly seeking a definitive answer from Gu Lanqiu’s lips.

Instead of answering, Gu Lanqiu asked, “What do you think our relationship is?”

Jiang Mengyu tightened her grip on Gu Lanqiu’s hand, slowly pressing her cheek into Gu Lanqiu’s palm. “Lanqiu.”

“I wouldn’t do that kind of thing with someone I don’t like.”

Of course, Gu Lanqiu knew she liked her, but that wasn’t what she wanted to hear.

“Jiang Mengyu.” Gu Lanqiu gently brushed away the faint traces of paint beneath Jiang Mengyu’s eyes. “You’ll have to try harder.”

Confusion flickered in Jiang Mengyu’s gaze.

Gu Lanqiu: “Just like you did before.”

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