Quick Transmigration: Host, Please Be a Mute Beauty

Jiang family.

After finishing dinner, Jiang Qiao went upstairs. She quickly took a shower, got into bed, and took out her phone to text Fu Chimu: [Fu Chimu, tomorrow is Saturday, I'll come to your house for tutoring at nine in the morning.]

Jiang Qiao stared at her phone screen, hoping to receive Fu Chimu's reply soon.

[Ding-dong~ System reminder: The hidden mission is 60% complete. We hope you will continue your efforts.]

[Host, Lu Changhai is dead. Lu Jinghe killed him, but his mother went to jail in his place.]

Jiang Qiao was shocked to receive this news. Had Lu Jinghe turned to the dark side so quickly?

Do you have on-site surveillance footage?

I can make a video of the scene and send it to your phone.

"Wow, Wangcai, you're amazing. Please pass it on to me, I'll need it later." A perfect plan formed in Jiang Qiao's mind.

【OK. 】

Fu Chimu was feeding Lin Lanzhen when his phone suddenly rang. He paused, knowing without guessing that it was Jiang Qiao. He tried to control himself from thinking about what she had sent, but his eyes kept involuntarily glancing at his phone.

Lin Lanzhen noticed that her son had been somewhat distracted since his phone rang, so she took the bowl from him and teased, "I can do it myself. Go check the message and see if it's from your girlfriend."

Fu Chimu spoke softly, "Mom, don't talk nonsense."

Seeing her son's appearance, Lin Lanzhen guessed that something must be wrong. It seemed that the iron tree was about to bloom, but when she thought of her own family's situation, her eyelids drooped again.

"Chi Mu, if you have a girl you like, treat her well and never let her down. But before you pursue her, you should tell her about our family situation so as not to waste her time. However, you have good grades and are hardworking, so you will definitely make something of yourself in the future. If you can wait, it's better to wait until you are stable first."

Fu Chimu lowered his head and pondered for a long time before speaking: "I know."

Lin Lanzhen only said that much; the rest is up to him to choose.

Fu Chimu opened his phone and saw the message from the girl. He only replied with an "Mm," and then sent Jiang Qiao the salary he had just received that day, with the note "Pay back part first."

He now makes some software or models to sell, but he doesn't get much feedback because the technology isn't mature yet. He plans to design a perfect product in the future.

Jiang Qiao received a reply and saw the transfer of 200,000 yuan sent by Fu Chimu.

She was somewhat shocked and asked the system, "Where did Fu Chimu get the money? Wasn't he poor in his youth?"

[Host, because your arrival in this world has caused a butterfly effect, Fu Chimu's luck has not been taken away, so he has already begun to grow.]

"Wouldn't he pay back the money he owes me very quickly? How am I supposed to develop a relationship with him then?"

[Your focus shouldn't be on this, okay? I really am stalking Q.]

A night of silence.

……

The next day, Jiang Qiao was woken up by her alarm clock. She jumped out of bed and started to fuss over herself, putting on a light pink nude makeup look and letting her long, black hair fall over her shoulders.

He casually told the housekeeper a few words, then slung his little backpack over his shoulder and headed out.

Jiang Qiao arrived at an old residential area based on the address. Many elderly people were practicing Tai Chi, which she found very interesting.

Fu Chimu's home is on the fifth floor. Jiang Qiao stood at the door, feeling a little nervous. This was probably the first time she had ever visited someone's home in all these years. Just as she was about to knock, the door opened from the inside, and the two looked at each other in surprise.

"Come in!" Fu Chimu stepped aside.

Jiang Qiao looked at the living room furnishings. Although simple, they looked very comfortable. Many daisies were planted on the small balcony, and a faint fragrance of flowers could be smelled when the wind blew in.

A family photo of the three of them hangs on the wall, and a portrait of Mr. Fu's deceased father is placed on the coffee table. The man looks kind and honest, smiling gently and showing his big white teeth.

Seeing Jiang Qiao staring at the portrait, Fu Chimu explained, "That's my father. He was a good man, but he passed away when I was nine years old."

Jiang Qiao noticed that Fu Chimu's eyes were shining when he looked at his father. She thought that Fu's father must love him very much!

"Hmm, Uncle looks so kind."

"Yes, he loved me very much when he was alive. When I was little, I was naughty, and he would get me into mischief, which made my mother very angry."

Fu Chimu suddenly became more talkative when he started talking about his father.

Jiang Qiao loved this home. Suddenly, she thought of the boy who committed suicide in this home in her previous life. He must have been desperate at the time. Jiang Qiao felt sorry for him, even though he had done nothing wrong.

Fu Chimu noticed Jiang Qiao's suddenly reddened eyes and assumed she wasn't used to the place: "What's wrong? If you don't want to study here, we can go somewhere else."

"I'm fine, I just didn't eat breakfast this morning, and I'm hungry." Jiang Qiao quickly calmed herself down, afraid that he would notice something.

"If you don't mind, I have a lot of lean pork porridge left over from the morning I cooked for my mom. Would you like some?"

Jiang Qiao, of course, wanted to try Fu Chimu's cooking: "Drink, drink, drink!"

Fu Chimu went to the kitchen, ladled out a bowl, and handed it to Jiang Qiao.

Jiang Qiao took a bite and her eyes lit up. She praised Fu Chimu without reservation, "Fu Chimu, I didn't expect you to be such a good cook. It's so delicious! Is there any more? I can have another bowl later."

Seeing Jiang Qiao enjoying her meal so much, Fu Chimu was also in a good mood. He said gently, "My mother is in poor health and is often hospitalized. I bring her meals every day, so my cooking skills have gradually improved."

Jiang Qiao could tell from his relaxed tone that it must have been incredibly difficult for that small person to work so hard in the kitchen every day, and to have persisted for so many years.

Jiang Qiao was very supportive and ate another big bowl. She sat on the sofa, rubbing her tummy contentedly, and then felt a little sleepy.

"Host, don't forget, you came here to learn."

Jiang Qiao: [Of course I haven't forgotten.]

After eating and drinking their fill, the two finally got down to business and began tutoring.

Jiang Qiao is not good at Chinese. She always answers reading comprehension questions in a rigid way. For example, when asked: Why did the author write that the longan was very sweet at the end of the article? What kind of emotion did the author express?

Jiang Qiao replied: Because longan is naturally very sweet, it was placed at the end because the author happened to eat a longan while writing the article, so he wrote it down. At the same time, it expresses the author's love for longan. After all, he did not forget his favorite longan when writing the article.

For example: Why did the author think of his mother back home when he was cooking?

Jiang Qiao replied: Because the author cooks dishes from his hometown, and he didn't learn properly when his mother taught him to cook, so his own cooking was particularly bad. Therefore, he wanted his mother to come to the city to cook for him.

At the end of the answer, Jiang Qiao even wrote a note: The author is really an unfilial son. He thinks of his mother when he is cooking, but he doesn't think of her when he is not cooking!

……

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Fu Chimu stared at the test paper in his hand, lost in thought for a long time. He felt that he might not be able to teach her, after all, her way of thinking seemed to be somewhat different from others.

The system, through its perception of Jiang Qiao's mind, also saw Jiang Qiao's test paper and mercilessly mocked: [Hahahaha, this is hilarious! Host, didn't you go to school? You've left even the top student speechless.]

Jiang Qiao: [Shut up! I wrote this very carefully. I think the problem lies with the question itself. I've never been very good at Chinese.]

The system figured it out. Jiang Qiao was an orphan, and the orphanage was a dog-eat-dog world where there was no emotional interaction. Her biggest wish was to live a peaceful life. Later, she worked hard to become a researcher and joined the Time Travel Bureau. She was just lying around all day. No wonder! Suddenly, the system felt a little sorry for the host.

"Besides Chinese, are there any other subjects you're not good at?" Fu Chimu stared at her.