Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

Jiang Ju'an's frivolous behavior made Qing Yuan tremble with anger, her eyes reddening. She stood in front of Chu Yun, demanding, "What do you want to do?"

Jiang Ju'an's gaze swept over Qing Yuan. "The little maid is quite pretty, but you're too blind to be blocking Grandpa Jiang's way."

"Someone, take this eyesore away."

As soon as Jiang Ju'an finished speaking, several servants rushed out from behind him and pulled Qing Yuan downstairs.

Qingyuan cried out anxiously, "Miss!"

This caused quite a commotion, attracting the attention of guests on the first and second floors.

A student in white on the second floor couldn't stand it any longer, so he put down his book and stood up.

"What are you doing? That's Consort Jiang's nephew! Are you out of your mind?" His companion grabbed the white-robed scholar, refusing to let him intervene.

Jiang Ju'an was notorious in the capital for his many acts of bullying men and women, but the Jiang family was powerful and these things were suppressed.

He retaliated severely against any commoner who dared to stand out.

Such a person is not someone a student in a study should offend.

Moreover, with so many servants blocking his way, he wouldn't get any credit for sticking his neck out.

Therefore, many people remained silent, and some who wanted to help hesitated.

While they hesitated, Jiang Ju'an became increasingly audacious.

"Let me see what you look like."

He extended his folding fan and lifted a corner of Chu Yun's veiled hat.

Chu Yun raised her hand and struck the folding fan in his hand.

Jiang Ju'an was already weak from a hangover, and he didn't expect Chu Yun to fight back. He was so shocked that Chu Yun knocked his folding fan away.

The folding fan fell to the ground, just like Chu Yun slapped his face.

Jiang Ju'an was furious, feeling that his authority had been challenged, and shouted: "You don't know what's good for you!"

He flew into a rage and raised his fist, intending to hit Chu Yun.

Chu Yun dodged to the side, but her foot slipped and she fell backward.

She was facing a fist about to strike her, and behind her were hard steps; she was truly attacked from all sides.

Chu Yun was like a butterfly with broken wings, soon to perish.

She couldn't help but close her eyes.

In a daze, it seemed as if someone had put their arm around her waist to prevent her from falling.

Then I heard a scream and the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

When I opened my eyes again, I was met with a pair of deep, cold eyes, like an unfathomable pool.

The owner of those eyes had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a face as if carved by a knife.

Chu Yun blinked, staring blankly.

Yan Huaiji was also somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected that Miss Cui would be so beautiful.

Because of the force of their movement, the veil fluttered, and Yan Huaiji could see Chu Yun's face clearly.

It was only a few breaths, yet it felt so long.

It was long enough for him to see Chu Yun's delicate features, long enough for him to smell the faint herbal scent on Chu Yun's body, and long enough for him to feel a tenderness for his subordinate.

But those few breaths were so brief.

The moment Yan Huaiji helped Chu Yun steady herself, the softness in his hands vanished, and a pang of regret rose in his heart.

The veil once again concealed Chu Yun's face. That fleeting glance, that eye contact, was like a dream, leaving no trace.

But he quickly recovered.

"Young lady, are you alright?" Yan Huaiji asked with concern.

Hearing the familiar voice, Chu Yun snapped out of her daze.

"It's you," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly.

"It's me, young lady. Are you injured?" Yan Huaiji's voice softened.

Chu Yun shook her head, "I'm fine, thank you for saving me, young master."

"You bastard! You dare hit me? I'll cripple you!" Jiang Ju'an was kicked over by Yan Huaiji and rolled down several steps, suffering several cuts on his face and body.

After being steadied by his servants, he shouted as he went upstairs, wishing he could kill anyone who dared to hurt him.

He kept cursing under his breath, one hand covering his bleeding forehead and the other protecting his bruised thigh, bent over and surrounded by servants, looking both comical and ridiculous.

Jiang Ju'an came on strong, like a firecracker that had been lit, but when he saw Yan Huaiji's face clearly, he froze, his eyes widened like copper bells, and the cursing words stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

The firecrackers that were popping around suddenly went out.

"How do you plan to cripple me?" Yan Huaiji said in a deep voice.

"I...I...An'an..." Jiang Ju'an stammered, unable to finish his sentence.

"Shut up! If you dare say another word, I'll cripple you!" Yan Huaiji stared coldly at Jiang Ju'an.

Jiang Ju'an swallowed hard. How could this living devil be here?

He shut his mouth, not daring to say a word.

Yan Huaiji: "Get out!"

Jiang Ju'an dared not speak out against his anger and slunk away.

Chu Yun stared at his retreating figure, her eyes wide with surprise. Such an arrogant person was acting like a mouse before a cat when he saw the young master beside him.

She glanced at Yan Huaiji discreetly, secretly guessing his identity.

“Young master has helped me again, and I am extremely grateful. May I ask where you live and what your name is? I will definitely prepare a generous gift to thank you another day,” Chu Yun said.

Yan Huaiji pondered for a moment, but ultimately did not reveal his true identity.

Many people coveted his power. Although they were just casual acquaintances, for some reason, he didn't want to see Chu Yun with the same greedy or fearful expressions as those ordinary people.

Since people's hearts cannot withstand testing, then let's not test them and maintain the illusion that he likes.

Besides, it wouldn't be good if letting her know my identity caused any trouble.

"My name is Song Huaiji. I have just arrived in the capital and have no residence here." After several thoughts, Yan Huaiji finally spoke.

Chu Yun frowned. "Does the young master know that person from just now?"

Yan Huaiji pretended to be stupid, "I don't know him. Judging from his clothes and appearance, he seems to be a rich young master."

Chu Yun: "He is Consort Jiang's nephew. Young master, you have offended him for my sake. Have you thought about the consequences?"

Yan Huaiji waved his hand and said, "It's no big deal. I've practiced martial arts since I was a child. If he dares to cause trouble, I'll beat him back. Don't worry, Miss, he can't do anything to me."

Chu Yun was about to say something more when Qing Yuan, who had rushed over, interrupted her.

"Miss, are you alright?" Qingyuan asked, her voice choked with sobs.

Chu Yun reassured her, "I'm fine, don't worry."

The little girl's eyes were red. She had been staying in the inner quarters with Chu Yun all day and had never seen such a scene before. She cried and sniffled.

"Miss, you've been frightened today. You should go back quickly," Yan Huaiji said.

Seeing Qingyuan crying pitifully, Chu Yun nodded, "Alright, young master, please be careful."

Yan Huaiji nodded. "I will."

Chu Yun and Qing Yuan walked downstairs until they disappeared from sight. Only then did Yan Huaiji look away and return to the fourth floor.

“My young master has already left. Please forgive him, Your Highness,” said the page guarding the fourth floor.

Yan Huaiji raised an eyebrow, showing no displeasure.

This young master of ink calligraphy, who has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, is unknown. It is unknown whether he can be used by him.

Meanwhile, Pei Jianzhi, who was on Yan Huaiji's mind, encountered some trouble.

He ran into Jiang Ju'an, who was seething with anger.

More accurately, Jiang Ju'an saw Pei Jianzhi in the study and walked straight towards him.

Jiang Ju'an, who was frustrated that he couldn't vent his anger, raised his hand and knocked the book out of Pei Jianzhi's hand.

The books were scattered all over the ground.