Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

The Jiang family may not have any ability when facing outsiders, and can only use the means of giving gifts to curry favor, but they are very cunning and treacherous to their own people, and have countless means at their disposal.

This time Jiang Xinlian fell ill, and before she could rest for a few days, the head of the family sent someone again, chattering like an annoying fly.

"She buzzed... went to church buzzed... buzzed for her own good"

Jiang Chuyu was stunned and couldn't help interrupting: "I admit that it is an honor to go to the church to attend the ceremony, but Xin Lian is in this state now, I'm afraid it's not appropriate, right?"

"What's inappropriate? The head of the family has seen Miss Xin Lian's piety over the years. No one is more suitable than Miss Xin Lian to participate in the ceremony and receive the blessing of the true God."

"But! Xin Lian is sick now, very sick! Do you understand?"

Jiang Chuyu emphasized his tone, trying to make the other party sober up.

She is so sick, what she needs now is not the blessing of the true God but the salvation of modern medicine!

Sick? Whether it is real or fake remains to be determined.

A few days ago, Jiang Xinlian fainted in front of him. The head of the family was in a good mood, but before he could feel at ease for long, he suddenly recalled that something was wrong.

The poisonous volatile tablets that the servant hid under Jiang Xinlian's collar destroyed her respiratory tract. The most likely reaction after inhalation would be nosebleed. Why didn't she bleed at all and just held her head and cried about a headache?

Although a headache was also within the scope of the reaction, Jiang Wei was always suspicious and immediately sent someone over to test it.

But Jiang Chuyu made all kinds of excuses and refused to let them see Jiang Xinlian's condition with their own eyes.

The hospital had long been firmly in Jiang Xinlian's hands. They had no way to deal with her on her turf, so they simply issued a death order and planned to make another test in the church.

This is a notification, not a discussion.

Looking at Jiang Chuyu's angry expression, which looked annoyed but helpless, the other party couldn't help but feel a little proud.

After a long while of negotiation, Jiang Chuyu argued forcefully and was obviously very resistant to arranging Jiang Xinlian to go to church, but because it was the order of the head of the family, he finally had to nod and agree.

After the other person left, she calmed down and checked around the seat skillfully and carefully to make sure nothing suspicious was left behind. She breathed a sigh of relief and walked lightly back to the ward.

The door closed softly behind her. Jiang Xinlian, who was "too sick to get out of bed and only had one breath left", leaned against the head of the bed wearing a shawl. The light from the screen in front of her flickered on her face, and her face was expressionless.

On the screen, the picture shook with the camera, making people dizzy, until Jiang Xu made that special gesture, she paused the video.

"1, 2, 3..."

She poked the screen and counted, not sure whether it was a compliment or sarcasm: "How cautious."

With so many bodyguards hiding in one villa, no wonder so many people hate him. Many people want to die together with him, but no one succeeds.

Jiang Xinlian closed the computer and held her cheek with her hand, seeming to be distracted.

Jiang Chuyu took the opportunity to relay the patriarch's arrangements to her.

"Testing?"

Jiang Xinlian laughed: "Just a test? I really can't believe that Jiang Wei would do something that he is only 50% sure of."

Jiang Chuyu thought for a moment and reacted: "You mean, Jiang Wei's purpose is not to test you, but to attack you again?"

Just like there is no way to determine whether a person is pretending to be dead or is really dead, you can find out by chopping off his head.

As long as I do something again, it doesn't matter whether she is really sick or not.

Jiang Chuyu figured it out and immediately became anxious, pacing back and forth in the room restlessly.

"Then what should we do? Can you not go? Will he use the same method as last time? Who will he arrange to do it this time?"

She asked repeatedly.

Who will take action?

In the church, the person who is most convenient to take action is...

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"Father"

As the spokesperson of the true God, he should carry out the will of the true God and bestow mercy and peace on devout believers.

Blindfolding eyes with silk cloth, making it impossible to see anyone's face, should represent absolute justice and equality.

But here, in the Jiang family, everything is a puppet of interests. The eyes cannot see, and the bracelet buckled on his wrist vibrates with a "buzzing" sound, telling him the identity of the next person.

It is also an urging.

The poison needle given to him in advance was in the bracelet. As long as it pierced the woman's skin, the poison in it would quietly defeat this weak body.

The tall man in a white robe stood in front of everyone with his hands hanging by his sides and a look of neither sadness nor joy. No one could guess what he was thinking.

Fear of the unknown arose, and the light and slow footsteps slowly approached, somewhat hesitant and weak, so they lost their lightness.

Ji Jiuxu could hardly tell that it was Jiang Xinlian's footsteps.

Not only that, there was a subtle sound of clothes rubbing against each other in front of him, and the kneeling action brought a small and weak wind, bringing her breath towards him.

The bitter smell of medicine and the cold smell unique to the hospital, the familiar warm fragrance became almost inaudible, as if it would be completely swallowed up and disappear in the next moment.

The fingers hanging by his side moved, and the next moment, Ji Jiuxu raised his hand and pulled off the white silk covering his eyes.

The wide sleeves brushed across Jiang Xinlian's cheek. She blinked and watched the hand rise and fall. A piece of white silk cloth appeared in the hand, one end of which was loosely held, and the other end fell in a winding manner in front of her.

Where did it come from?

Like a suspicious and alert cat, she quietly reached out her finger and touched it. Behind her, she heard a series of surprised calls:

"Father! How could you!"

She was stunned for a moment, then raised her head suddenly, and her eyes, wide open in surprise, met those bright golden eyes.

The audience had become chaotic because of his actions, but Ji Jiuxu pretended not to hear him. He still kept his head down, looking at her forehead, eyes, nose, and lips one by one.

Jiang Xinlian was thinking about how to get rid of herself completely, when she suddenly heard the man speak in a low voice:

"I've lost a lot of weight."

Her originally small face has become thinner, and her plump cheeks have become sunken. She is still very beautiful, but she looks even more beautiful when she is healthy.

She was like a bottle full of cracks. She tried hard to fix it, but the vitality still flowed away like water.

"what?"

Outside the church, Jiang Chuyu was guarding the door as she had instructed. When he heard the sudden noise inside, he immediately rushed in with his bodyguards. There were screams and scolding, and the scene became chaotic for a moment.

Jiang Xinlian heard her voice and was distracted for a moment. A big hand stroked her cheek, and the next moment, the man leaned down.

His thin lips touched her lighter lips, transferring his warmth into her mouth.

There is no desire or impulsive request, like a very calm promise.

The chaotic voices exploded at this moment.

He straightened up and looked at her with a slight smile on his face.

Jiang Xinlian pursed her lips, her body softened and fell to the side.

Jiang Chuyu immediately ran over and hugged her, shouting, "The lady fainted! Send her to the hospital!"