Quick Transmigration: Passerby A Gets Entangled with the Male Lead

He suddenly stood up and left without looking back, leaving He Zhiyao standing there in astonishment.

He Zhiyao stared at Fu Chuji's departing figure, stunned for a few seconds before coming to her senses and muttering to herself, "What... what happened?"

She really couldn't understand why Fu Chuji had suddenly become so strange, stopping abruptly halfway through his sentence. Had he also learned to keep people in suspense?

Meanwhile, Fu Chuji, who had already walked quite a distance, felt increasingly heavy-hearted.

He couldn't understand why He Zhiyao would fall in love with Wen Jiancheng at first sight, after he had gone through so much hardship to win her heart in his dream or in his past life.

It felt like fate had played a cruel joke on him, snatching happiness away just as it was about to arrive.

At this moment, Fu Chuji even felt that it would be better to die like this, or simply forget all memories related to He Zhiyao.

He simply couldn't accept that He Zhiyao, after liking him, could so easily fall in love with someone else. This fact was more painful to him than being cut by a knife.

Fu Chuji hadn't gone far when he saw Wen Jiancheng hurrying back.

"Where are you going!" Wen Jiancheng glanced at Fu Chuji, a look of surprise on his face, and asked.

Normally, Fu Chuji would protect He Zhiyao very closely, making it extremely difficult for others to even see her. So why, now that He Zhiyao had finally woken up, did he abandon her and go out alone?

Upon hearing this, Fu Chuji paused in his tracks.

Yup!

Where am I going?

By leaving the two of them alone in a room, aren't we just giving them free opportunities to spend time together?

Absolutely not, I have to go back and keep an eye on it right away.

Thinking of this, Fu Chuji coughed lightly twice.

Seeing that Fu Chuji remained silent, Wen Jiancheng became even more puzzled, but he didn't bother to ask any further questions. He quickened his pace and hurried toward where He Zhiyao was.

Seeing this, Fu Chuji followed closely behind.

Before long, the two arrived at the door one after the other.

As soon as Wen Jiancheng entered the room, he eagerly placed the bag he was carrying on the tea pavilion and said with a smile, "Sister Yaoyao, come and see the gift I specially prepared for you."

Hearing this, Fu Chuji, standing to the side, couldn't help but secretly scoff, "Hmph, what 'sister Yao Yao,' they're calling her so affectionately..."

He Zhiyao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sweet smile, and then she gently opened the bag.

Inside, there were dark green crystal cores, shimmering with light. A strange light flashed in her eyes, but she remained calm.

"Thank you, brother!" He Zhiyao said with a smile, her clear and melodious voice as pleasant as a silver bell.

"I'm glad you like it." Wen Jiancheng looked at He Zhiyao with a doting expression, and casually waved his hand, indicating that it was just a trivial matter.

However, at that moment, Fu Chuji heard the term "brother" and her face instantly turned red with anger. Even her originally clear and bright eyes turned red, as if tears were about to well up in her eyes at any moment.

Unable to contain his anger and jealousy any longer, he suddenly swung his arm, unleashing a powerful surge of energy that blasted the unsuspecting Wen Jiancheng out the door.

A scream followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from outside the door.

He Zhiyao was startled by this sudden turn of events and frowned, "Fu Chuji, what are you doing!"

At this moment, Wen Jiancheng's painful cries could still be heard from outside the door, but Fu Chuji seemed not to hear them. He just stared at He Zhiyao with his bloodshot eyes and slowly approached her step by step.

In the blink of an eye, Fu Chuji arrived in front of He Zhiyao and, without saying a word, pulled her tightly into his arms.

He leaned down, got close to He Zhiyao's ear, and whispered, "Brother, how come I didn't know you had such a good brother?"

He Zhiyao, who had known countless brothers since childhood, was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Seeing He Zhiyao remain silent, Fu Chuji's anger grew even stronger. He opened his mouth, gently bit He Zhiyao's round, pink earlobe, and asked again indistinctly, "Speak."

"What did you say?" He Zhiyao tried her best to keep her voice calm, not wanting Fu Chuji to see the panic in her heart.

Fu Chuji rubbed her teeth hard against He Zhiyao's delicate earlobe, as if she wanted to vent all her anger and jealousy.

He Zhiyao felt a sharp pain and couldn't help but want to cry out.

However, Fu Chuji seemed not to hear him, continuing on his own, then chuckled softly, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a chilling aura, "Tell me, what would happen if I went and killed Wen Jiancheng?"

Upon hearing this, He Zhiyao froze instantly, her beautiful eyes widening as she stared at Fu Chuji in disbelief.

At that moment, a strange feeling welled up in her heart, as if the man in front of her had merged with the person in her memory, so familiar yet so strange.

"Why? Wen Jiancheng didn't do anything wrong, why do you want to kill him!" He Zhiyao came to her senses and asked with a puzzled look on her face, as if she understood something.

Fu Chuji remained silent, unable to utter the words that He Zhiyao liked Wen Jiancheng. The inner turmoil was like a tangled mess, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Just then, a look of surprise flashed in He Zhiyao's eyes. She parted her lips slightly, about to say something, but Fu Chuji suddenly covered her mouth.

"Don't say it!" Fu Chuji's tone carried a hint of pleading; he was afraid to hear the heartbreaking answer from He Zhiyao.

He Zhiyao blinked and playfully stuck out her tongue to gently lick Fu Chuji's palm.

Fu Chuji felt a tickle in his palm, and that tingling sensation instantly spread throughout his body, causing him to involuntarily loosen his grip.

A sly smile appeared on He Zhiyao's lips, and the amusement in her eyes became even more pronounced.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered the question that had been bothering her for a long time—was Fu Chuji a reincarnated person?

He Zhiyao held Fu Chuji's hand, her voice soft and melodious, seemingly capable of captivating the soul: "Brother, do you possess memories of your past life? Otherwise, why would you care so much about Wen Jiancheng? Hmm~"

Fu Chuji looked at the beautiful He Zhiyao in front of her, feeling uneasy and afraid that if she answered carelessly, He Zhiyao would ruthlessly take away her last chance to stay by her side.

Seeing Fu Chuji standing there dumbfounded, not uttering a word, He Zhiyao couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and shout in a high-pitched voice:

"Speak up! Weren't you just talking a mile a minute ago? Why are you suddenly mute?"

She really couldn't understand why Fu Chuji seemed to lose her ability to speak whenever Wen Jiancheng's name was mentioned, and all she could think about was how to kill him.