Quick Transmigration: Host, Please Be a Mute Beauty

Jiang Qiao was pleased with her younger brother's good looks, and also remembered the purpose of her call, so she said, "There's no food at home, come with me to the supermarket to buy some."

A glint flashed in Shi Chuan's eyes, and when he smiled, his expression was gentle and refined. "Okay."

This should be the first time he has gone out with her since he came to the Jiang family.

"Oh, and bring some money."

Jiang Qiao spoke without a trace of remorse.

"it is good."

……

The streets were lined with shops, and at this hour, there weren't many people outside. The supermarket wasn't far from the residential area, and Jiang Qiao and her companion arrived in about ten minutes.

The supermarket was rather small, but it had everything Jiang Qiao wanted to eat. Shi Chuan pushed the shopping cart behind her, and they looked exceptionally harmonious, just like a pair of siblings without any grudges.

Jiang Qiao put whatever she liked into the shopping cart, but she didn't buy too much because they didn't have much money.

After leaving the supermarket, Shi Chuan carried a bag of food, while Jiang Qiao went to the lottery shop next door.

"Boss, how much is a lottery ticket?"

The boss was playing a game and didn't look at her, casually saying, "Twenty-one!"

Jiang Qiao: [Wangcai, help me see which bill has more money.]

[Host, you're very clever! We have rules; we can't help you choose too large an amount.]

Jiang Qiao: [It's okay, winning 500 yuan is fine, I need it!]

【OK. 】

After Wangcai's precise scanning, Jiang Qiao came out with five 100-yuan bills.

She needs money. Jiang Qiao is really too poor right now. Without money, she doesn't feel secure.

Shi Chuan was still quietly waiting for her at the supermarket entrance. Jiang Qiao stuffed two bills into his pocket and walked in front.

"Let's go! I'm going home to cook, I'm starving."

Shi Chuan felt this was the happiest day he had ever been to the Jiang family. He didn't have to face the invisible pressure from Jiang's parents, nor did he have to worry about not getting along with his sister...

He followed closely behind, wishing they could stay like this forever.

-

When Jiang Qiao reached the sixth floor, she didn't receive that uncomfortable gaze this time. She stared blankly at the tightly closed door.

Last night, she didn't know how much blood she had been sucked.

Thinking about it, Jiang Qiao went to knock on the door.

"Boom boom boom——"

"anyone there?"

Shi Chuan tugged at her arm and said cautiously, "Let's go. My parents said we shouldn't have anything to do with this family."

As he spoke, the door slowly opened from the inside.

The woman who came out was a kind old woman. She looked very old, with a full head of white hair tied up in a neat bun. Her eyes were blurry, and you could tell at first glance that she had poor eyesight.

"Who are you? Have you come to the wrong door?"

The elderly man knew his family's situation; his neighbors didn't like them, and this was the first time anyone had come to visit.

Jiang Qiao smiled and said, "Grandma, my name is Jiang Qiao. I'm your upstairs neighbor and Wen Yu's classmate. I want to tell him that the school will be holding a party next Friday. It should be quite interesting. Can you help me tell him?"

The old woman was pleased to hear this. She also wanted Ayu to go to school more often, as staying at home all the time was not a good idea.

"Okay, I'll tell Ayu."

Jiang Qiao knew that Wen Yu could hear what she was saying and was probably eavesdropping somewhere!

She guessed right. Wen Yu was secretly listening from the corner of the entrance hall. This time, his eyes were black, filled with guilt, like a dejected little dog.

Wen Yu knew what had happened last night. When he regained his senses, he had already drunk a lot of her blood, but he couldn't escape. She had a fatal attraction for him.

As Jiang Qiao left, she could feel a gaze fixed on her back, scrutinizing her.

She gently curled the corners of her lips, her steps never faltering.

Wen Yu, don't fall into my hands, or I'll bite you to death!

Shi Chuan, however, did not seem very happy. He knew that dealing with the Wen family would never end well. Wen Yu was a born devil who brought misfortune to others.

"How do you know him?"

Jiang Qiao opened the door and went in, saying, "We met in a dream."

Shi Chuan didn't believe her. He knew she wasn't telling the truth, but he didn't press her further.

He has no right to interfere in her affairs.

A cold hand lifted his chin again, the voice arrogant.

"Didn't I tell you not to walk with your head down? Do you want me to beat you up?"

Shi Chuan subconsciously rubbed her palm, then froze.

"No."

Jiang Qiao withdrew her hand. "That's good. Come over and help me. Since Mom and Dad aren't home, this is lunch. I'll make you tomato and beef brisket soup, hand-shredded cabbage, and a stir-fried pork dish."

Shi Chuan felt much better and nodded. She had begun to accept him, hadn't she?

The harmony of the kitchen contrasts sharply with the gloom of the sixth floor.

Wen Yu's room was the best-lit room in their house, but the curtains were drawn tightly, making it dark and gloomy.

He lay on the bed, his eyes tightly closed, hoping to clear his mind of all distractions.

"Clap clap-"

A strange noise came from the window, but Wen Yu ignored it.

"Clap clap clap—clap clap clap—"

The incessant noise annoyed him, and Wen Yu had no choice but to stand up. He hated the sunlight outside; it was too bright and bothersome.

But he still drew back the curtains, and a ray of light shone in, hurting his eyes. He instinctively shielded his eyes with his hand.

Through the gaps in my fingers, I saw a small basket tied with a rope, swaying from side to side and crashing into the window.

That's where that sound came from.

Wen Yu frowned, but still opened the window, steadying the basket with his hand. The basket was warm, containing a small dish of rice, a bowl of hot rice, and a small note.

He didn't touch the food inside, but took out a small note that read: Wen Yu, did you secretly kiss me last night?

A heart was drawn on the back of the note.

Wen Yu's mind went blank for a moment, but he didn't notice that his ears were bright red. It was the first time he had ever met someone like this.

He threw the note back, pretended not to see it, then closed the window and drew the curtains.

The room returned to darkness.

Wen Yu felt that this was still the most comforting way. Everything outside was unknown, and he was destined to live in darkness for the rest of his life.

Scenes from his childhood flashed through his mind.

That was the first time he made a friend in kindergarten; the child's name was Xiang Run.

He died simply because he was his friend.

From childhood to adulthood, anyone who comes into contact with him will be plagued by misfortune.

After that, he stopped talking to others.

"Wen Yu, you're a devil!"

"Wen Yu, if I had known in the first place, I shouldn't have given birth to you!"

"Wen Yu, you're a monster!"

"Wen Yu, you're disgusting!"

……

These words came from his parents and accompanied him throughout his childhood.

Wen Yu didn't blame them; he only resented himself. Sometimes he wanted to escape this world. Wen Yu had attempted suicide before, but it was all in vain.

Each time he attempted suicide, he would wake up and remain in a daze for a longer period, so he dared not attempt suicide again. One day, he would lose all his senses.

He's a monster; he won't die.

Wen Yu couldn't imagine what he would do after losing his mind...