Quick Transmigration: Host, Please Be a Mute Beauty

After finishing her dreadful morning classes, Jiang Qiao went out to greet her 'dear little brother' who was feeding her. Today, it was all Jiang Qiao's favorite dishes, and she couldn't help but praise Jiang Yanchuan a few more times.

Jiang Yanchuan was so proud of himself that his tail practically stood on end.

"But please don't bring me food anymore. My leg doesn't hurt anymore, it's scabbed over and almost healed." Jiang Qiao didn't want to delay Jiang Yanchuan's class.

"I'm fine, I'm not tired."

"Be good, I'll take you out to play again in a few days."

Jiang Yanchuan's eyes lit up when he heard about going out to play: "Okay."

Just as Jiang Qiao finished eating and was about to go back to class for a nap, a man wearing a black baseball cap walked past her. As he passed by, Jiang Qiao saw his profile and remembered that it was Zhang Junguo, He Pianran's uncle.

The real show is about to begin, and Jiang Qiao's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

Class One.

Because it was already the senior year of high school, the students in Class 1 dared not relax. There were quite a few people in the class at that moment, and everyone was doing their homework in complete silence.

He Pianran was transcribing Lu Jinghe's notes when she was suddenly interrupted by a hoarse voice. He Pianran frowned and looked towards the door. The moment she saw who it was, she felt a chill run down her spine.

"Is He Pianran in this class? I need to talk to her."

What's Zhang Junguo doing here?

Hearing the sound, the students looked towards the door. A man in his forties, wearing a black baseball cap and with a messy beard, looked somewhat fierce. They were all a little scared and dared not respond to him, instead turning their attention to He Pianran.

He Pianran disregarded everything else and rushed out to grab the man's arm, preparing to leave.

The students were all curious about what was going on, and some of the bolder ones had already gone outside to watch.

Lu Jinghe didn't know who the man was and was a little worried about He Pianran, so he asked his classmate to push him out to see.

He Pianran angrily rebuked Zhang Junguo: "What are you doing here? Go back now. My mother has already given you the money. Get out of here."

Zhang Junguo remembered why he came. He shook off He Pianran's hand and cried out, "Pianran, please save your uncle! Your mother won't give me money, and she won't answer my calls. I lost money gambling and borrowed money from loan sharks that I can't pay back. If I don't pay it back, I'm finished. Please give me some money."

He Pianran didn't expect him to start making a scene right there, so she quickly pulled Zhang Junguo away, her heart filled with panic: "Don't cause trouble here, let's talk about this at home, this is a school."

Zhang Junguo's face suddenly turned sinister as he glared at He Pianran: "Don't even think about kicking me out. I'm your uncle, you can't just stand by and watch me die."

A crowd gradually gathered around, pointing and gossiping about the two.

"What's going on? How could He Pianran have such an uncle? Isn't her family very rich?"

"Who knows? Maybe every family has its own problems!"

"He Pianran is usually so rich, what's wrong with giving some to her uncle?"

“His uncle gambles, so you can’t just lend him money! I think He Pianran did the right thing.”

……

He Pianran saw that Zhang Junguo was determined to cause trouble. She couldn't let Zhang Junguo reveal his identity, so she could only appease him first: "I'll ask my mother for money when I get home. You should leave here now, I don't have any money right now either."

"You're talking nonsense. Neither you nor your daughter want to care about me. Your mother works as a nanny in a big family like the Jiang family, and you have a good relationship with the eldest daughter of the Jiang family. Don't think I don't know that you two have made a lot of money."

Those around were shocked.

"What? He Pianran is just the nanny's daughter? Then why does she pretend to be so convincing?"

"Tch, no wonder she never answers when I ask her what her family does!"

"So that's why she and Jiang Qiao are so close!"

……

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Hearing Zhang Junguo bring this up, He Pianran felt like she was finished. The image she had painstakingly cultivated for so many years had collapsed at this moment. She didn't dare to look at the people around her; they must look down on her!

He Pianran collapsed to the ground, not knowing what to do, when suddenly Lu Jinghe's voice rang out.

"No matter who you are, you can't cause trouble here. Leave now, or I'll call the police."

"Haha, so that's why you and your mom haven't been talking to me lately. Turns out you've hooked up with some rich kid. Pshaw!"

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Zhang Junguo left after saying his last sentence.

Jiang Qiao watched everything unfolding from afar with a dark and unreadable expression. She wanted to make He Pianran's world collapse bit by bit.

Lu Jinghe helped He Pianran up and comforted her, "Pianran, this has nothing to do with you, don't take it to heart."

He Pianran felt it was impossible for nothing to be wrong. She couldn't let things get this way, so she stood up and spoke softly.

“I didn’t lie to everyone. When you asked me before, I just didn’t know how to answer. I usually feel inferior when I’m following Jiang Qiao, so I didn’t dare to respond to you. I’m very sorry about what happened today. I’m sorry.”

Her attitude was very sincere, which made everyone feel that it was a small matter and there was no need to delve into it.

Jiang Qiao didn't want this farce to end so easily. After all, she wanted everyone to witness the birthday gift she gave to He Pianran. She walked over, took He Pianran's arm, and spoke up for He Pianran in a very understanding manner.

"Everyone, please stop talking about Pianran. Next Tuesday is Pianran's birthday, and my mom is planning to recognize Pianran as her goddaughter on that day. From now on, she'll be my older sister. To be honest, it's not really a lie, since Pianran and I grew up together. Pianran has already prepared invitations, and everyone is welcome to attend her birthday party."

He Pianran didn't expect Jiang Qiao to stand up for her at this time, but saying so would indeed end this farce sooner. She replied, "Yes, next Tuesday is my birthday. I will bring the invitations to everyone tomorrow. Everyone is welcome to come."

The crowd finally dispersed.

He Pianran looked at Jiang Qiao gratefully: "Qiao Qiao, thank you for helping me out of that predicament."

Seeing the two of them like this, Lu Jinghe walked over and said, "Jiang Qiao, you did a great job today. Thank you."

Jiang Qiao looked at Lu Jinghe expressionlessly, gave him the middle finger, and walked away.

Lu Jinghe was so angry he almost sat up. Jiang Qiao was a woman who didn't deserve to enter the Lu family in her entire life.

Jiang Qiao returned to class, and her phone beeped with a message notification. She picked it up and saw photos and videos sent by Lin Shanshan. In the photos, Lu Jinghe and He Pianran were gazing at each other with affection, their kisses tender and inseparable.

Lin Shanshan was quite efficient; Jiang Qiao transferred the remaining 500,000 yuan to Lin Shanshan.

Jiang Qiao felt disgusted after seeing it; she wished she had eyes that hadn't seen the photo before.

She anonymously sent the photos to Jiang Ting's email address. It just so happens that the Jiang family can use them today to annul the engagement. Jiang Ting can use these photos to shut up the Lu family and put their reputation in the spotlight.

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The last class in the afternoon was physical education. Since Jiang Qiao had injured her leg, she didn't have to go running. She found a shady spot under a tree to sit and rest. It was very close to the track, and that's when she saw Fu Chimu.

The boy seemed to possess a deadly magnetic field that repelled those around him. Whenever someone was about to catch up with him, he would quicken his pace, leaving them far behind. Sweat dampened the stray hairs on his forehead, giving him a unique, ascetic beauty.