Transmigrated as the Cannon Fodder Boss of the Disabled Heroine - Chapter 14

Pei Jinhuai enjoyed luxury and lived with refinement. The Pei household had many servants, and there weren’t many tasks early in the morning. As soon as Aunt Zhou sent out the message, she received immediate replies.

【Back Garden Youyou】: Really? Is it that Omega she liked last time?

【Kitchen Lao Qin】: Oh my, no wonder the young miss has been in such a good mood lately, she must be in love!

【Back Garden Youyou】: Hehe, the young miss always seemed like the type to dote on her girlfriend. I even saw her on a long phone call the other day and wondered about it. Didn’t she used to love going to those clubs and stuff?

【Zhou】: Haha, she hardly goes anymore. She’s even keeping an eye on the second young lady to stop her from running around. Isn’t that a good thing?

Ever since that little brat flaunted herself in front of Pei Yujiang last time, Pei Yujiang had come up with a way to discipline Jiang Wenxiu. For a girl like Jiang Wenxiu, the best way to teach her a lesson wasn’t through force but by leveraging the authority of an elder sister.

Pei Yujiang handled this effortlessly. Not long ago, she started “caring” about Jiang Wenxiu’s studies. Jiang Wenxiu loved skipping class to go out and play, so Pei Yujiang made sure to escort her to the school gates. Jiang Wenxiu, still intimidated from the last beating, didn’t dare argue and obediently attended school for a whole week without missing a day. Even Fan Zhaozhao’s attitude toward Pei Yujiang became noticeably warmer.

Aunt Zhou, being the housekeeper, was well-informed and had long known that Pei Yujiang had taken a liking to an Omega.

However, this Omega was rumored to have a girlfriend or at least someone she was involved with. In any case, she wasn’t unattached. How the young miss managed to win her over wasn’t something the servants needed to concern themselves with.

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The Lakeside Restaurant was a renowned scenic spot in Wing City’s Lakeside Park, nestled beside the picturesque Wing Lake.

Wing Lake’s shape resembled the outstretched wings of a pterosaur from the age of dinosaurs, its “wings” vast and shimmering. Historical records noted that it had sustained generations of fishermen in ancient times.

Now, modern skyscrapers lined the lakeshore, their glass facades reflecting the lake’s shimmering waters. The Lakeside Restaurant occupied the prime vantage point overlooking the right side of Wing Lake, dominating the entire scenic area, though its prices were equally breathtaking.

Pei Yujiang strolled leisurely through Lakeside Park, pausing now and then.

In her past life, by the time she was born, the once-prosperous Wing City had been ravaged by endless warfare, shrouded in smoke and gunfire. Wing Lake had been repurposed as a military base, split down the middle, the left side for water supply, the right as a military reservoir. During one desperate battle when reinforcements failed to arrive, Pei Yujiang’s mentor had even made the decision to flood the enemy’s position.

Now, Wing Lake remained untouched by war, its surface smooth as glass under the sunlight, a sight even more breathtaking from the restaurant’s vantage point.

In high spirits, Pei Yujiang jogged the rest of the way to the restaurant, where she spotted Yu Zhiwan already seated by the window, lost in thought.

The Omega had gentle almond-shaped eyes, their deep tea-colored irises striking and beautiful. The shape of her eyes was perfect neither too downturned nor too upturned, with smooth, graceful curves more captivating than most people with normal vision.

Had Pei Yujiang not known beforehand, she would never have guessed that this radiant beauty, with her mesmerizing gaze, was actually blind.

Yu Zhiwan wore a simple white dress, its intricate woven patterns only visible up close. The handcrafted floral designs had a strong tactile quality, the kind even a blind person could clearly discern by touch, a testament to Yu Zhiwan’s refined taste.

Pei Yujiang caught a faint whiff of white roses from Yu Zhiwan, fresh and subtly sweet. This floral scent differed slightly from her own rose-and-raspberry pheromones, yet harmonized beautifully without clashing.

But Pei Yujiang wasn’t one to linger on such thoughts. She soon averted her gaze, turning instead to the shimmering surface of Yi Lake below.

The lake rippled gently in the breeze. It was a splendid day, the midday sun cast dancing flecks of gold across the water as waves lapped rhythmically against one another. No fishing boats or playful swimmers disturbed the serene expanse of blue meeting azure skies. A perfect scene.

If only…

“I heard Yi Lake’s view is breathtaking, especially from the restaurant upstairs. This dining spot was lavishly designed they paid a fortune for this premium vantage point,” Yu Zhiwan spoke suddenly, her crisp voice tinged with anticipation as if answering Pei Yujiang’s unspoken wonder. “They say this is the best viewing angle. I’ve never seen it… would you describe it for me?”

Pei Yujiang froze momentarily.

Her eyes stung unexpectedly whether from the novelty of someone considering her perspective or from pity for Yu Zhiwan’s inability to witness the world’s beauty, forced to rely on others’ eyes and words.

An omega’s tenderness was a blade sharp enough to pierce any armor. Though she deliberately avoided romanticizing the moment, Pei Yujiang felt her heart soften. Warmth bloomed in her chest like a sapling taking root in fertile soil, destined to flower with time.

An old adage came to mind:

The hardest debt to repay is a beauty’s kindness.

Yu Zhiwan was both a delicate, lovely omega and a citizen of Yicheng. As tenderness and righteous fervor collided within her, Pei Yujiang’s resolve to protect this land’s peace grew steel-strong.

“The lake stretches wide. About a hundred meters left stands a rocky hill, sparse in vegetation, with a small cave at its center…”

She began detailing the scenery with meticulous patience, as if narrating a picture book to a child. Yu Zhiwan closed her eyes, conjuring the landscape through her words. Spurred by this, Pei Yujiang measured distances with visual precision, enriching the mental image further.

When a server arrived with iced lemon tea, Pei Yujiang seized the pause to request barley tea for Yu Zhiwan instead. The server, noticing Yu Zhiwan’s meditative pose, smiled coyly:

“Miss, your girlfriend is so thoughtful!”

“I’m not her girlfriend.”

“She’s wonderful.”

Their simultaneous replies left Pei Yujiang flustered, unsure whether Yu Zhiwan’s praise referred to her or Liu Huanran. But the server departed swiftly, cutting short her contemplation as a crowd began gathering near the lakeside below.

A crowd had gathered beneath a towering white pagoda, looking up. Some were shouting loudly, urging the person not to do anything rash, calling for the police, while others, eager for drama, took out their phones to record.

Pei Yujiang focused her gaze and was shocked to see a figure swaying at the very top of the pagoda which had already been cordoned off.

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