Quick Transmigration: Host, Please Be a Mute Beauty

Jiang Qiao noticed a malicious gaze sweep over her. She looked up abruptly and met Feng Yinwan's gaze, whose emotions were written all over her face.

Jiang Qiao instinctively felt that the person who had been looking at her with malice just now wasn't this idiot. If it wasn't her, then who was it?

Jiang Qiao turned her head to Fu Shuyao, who looked serene and content. She was reading a book when she met Jiang Qiao's scrutinizing gaze and smiled at her.

Jiang Qiao smiled at her too, realizing that the most ruthless character was right here.

She searched her memories, but the original owner of this body hadn't had any conflicts with her! Why was Fu Shuyao so malicious?

What a despicable habit! Give her a beating and see if she dares to be malicious towards her again.

[Host, please don't become excessively violent just because you have gained great strength.]

Jiang Qiao: [What? I can't even protect myself?]

Wangcai blushed: ...But is this what you call protection?

Jiang Qiao, known for her straightforwardness, was determined to make her uncomfortable: "Fu Shuyao, right? Do you have a problem with me? Why were you glaring at me just now?"

Fu Shuyao's heart skipped a beat, but she pretended nothing had happened and kept smiling: "You must have seen wrong. I have no problem with you, and I didn't glare at you."

Feng Yinwan was unhappy with Jiang Qiao's domineering attitude and spoke up for Fu Shuyao: "Jiang Qiao, are you sick? You always think that everyone in the world revolves around you!"

Jiang Qiao gave them a cold shoulder, making strange gestures as she spoke: "Yes, yes, you're both right. I'm sick, and I'm mentally ill. Be careful, or I'll kill you all!"

She always felt that the best way to deal with mentally ill people was to be even more mentally ill than them.

When Fu Shuyao and Feng Yinwan saw Jiang Qiao like this, they suddenly felt the injustice of the world. What happened to Jiang Qiao? Wasn't she a delicate and weak young lady? How come she's acting like a madwoman now?

Feng Yinwan felt that Jiang Qiao had really gone mad, otherwise she wouldn't be like this. She dared not speak anymore, for fear that Jiang Qiao would go crazy again.

Fu Shuyao stopped talking and, disdaining to argue with others, picked up her book, got up, and prepared to leave.

Jiang Qiao said sarcastically, "Tch, do you even know how to learn it? You're taking a book out with you."

She's just wicked; when she's unhappy, she wants everyone to be unhappy with her.

As expected, upon hearing this, Fu Shuyao could no longer maintain her composure and completely lost her usual goddess-like demeanor. She slammed the book onto the table and stormed out.

Jiang Qiao rolled her eyes: "Is this what they call getting angry in a fit of rage?"

Wangcai nodded: "Maybe so. The book says only a coward would slam the door and leave, because he can't beat them in a fight or a verbal battle."

However, as soon as Wangcai finished speaking, Feng Yinwan slammed the door and left.

Jiang Qiao sighed: "So, it turns out that everyone in our dorm except me is a loser."

Wangcai dared not say it, but he actually felt that his host was sometimes quite a coward!

-

Jiang Qiao finally put away all her personal belongings and took out her phone to look at her contacts.

Upon discovering that the original owner had saved Shen Ruilin's contact as "My Light," Jiang Qiao was neither supportive nor happy about it, and promptly changed the contact name to "A Pile of Shit."

What a joke! The definition of light is redemption and companionship, and Shen Ruilin doesn't deserve it.

Jiang Qiao called Jiang Jiming, and the call was answered quickly.

Jiang Jiming was playing chess with his wife Chen Ling at home when the phone rang. He quickly answered it. He didn't look at the caller ID and assumed it was Jiang Yanyan, because Jiang Qiao never called them, afraid of bothering them.

He placed a black piece: "Honey, what's wrong? What trouble have you gotten yourself into now that you're calling me at this hour?"

Jiang Qiao sneered: "Second Uncle, I'm not your darling. You wouldn't be having an affair behind Second Aunt's back, would you? You can't just call someone 'darling' like that. You've got it wrong. I'm Jiang Qiao."

The sound was played aloud, and Chen Ling's face instantly darkened upon hearing it. However, she didn't make a sound; instead, she grabbed a handful of white pieces and threw them all onto the chessboard to express her dissatisfaction.

Jiang Jiming was only stunned for a second before recognizing that it was Jiang Qiao. Although he was puzzled that she seemed a little different today, he didn't think much of it and resumed his usual kind and patriarchal demeanor.

"Oh, it's Qiaoqiao. I thought it was Yanyan. What's wrong? Tell your second uncle, and I'll give you some advice."

Jiang Qiao rolled her eyes. Was she giving him a bad idea?

"It's nothing. I'm moving back home. I'm not comfortable living in the dorm. Can you come pick me up?"

She wanted to speak to him in that commanding tone; Jiang Qiao wanted him to see clearly who the master was.

Jiang Jiming believed he understood his niece's personality; she was weak yet somewhat clever, but definitely not the assertive type. He felt uneasy; the feeling of being out of control was truly unpleasant!

A hint of calculation flickered in his eyes, but his tone remained the same as always: "Alright, wait a moment, your second aunt and I will be there as soon as possible."

Jiang Qiao didn't like listening to nonsense, so she quickly hung up the phone.

"Beep beep..."

Jiang Jiming had originally planned to exchange a few more pleasantries to show his elders' concern, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard a busy signal. He was so angry that he threw his phone on the ground.

Chen Ling's eyes widened. "What does this brat mean? Does she really think we're servants?!"

Jiang Jiming's face was gloomy: "It seems that my eldest brother's daughter still has some of his temperament. Then don't blame me for being ruthless."

Chen Ling and her husband were of one mind: "That's right, but I also hope that she will have a short life like her parents. What's the use of having money if you don't live to enjoy it?"

Hearing this, Jiang Jiming felt less angry. Of course, his older brother had died long ago, and he would never feel inferior to others again. Whenever he and Jiang Qianyao attended events, people would praise his older brother for his abilities. Why couldn't he compare to him? Weren't they both surnamed Jiang?

Jiang Jiming's face twisted into a smile. Fortunately, he was already dead. No one knew how happy he was when he heard the news of Jiang Qianyao's death. He could finally stop living in Jiang Qianyao's shadow. Over the years, what he hated most was being compared to Jiang Qianyao.

It seems that Jiang Qiao's child cannot be kept. Sooner or later, she will grow up, and then, will he still have all these assets? Jiang Jiming dares not gamble. He wants to destroy Jiang Qiao little by little. Fortunately, he knows her weakness. He never expected that Jiang Qianyao, a man of great reputation, would give birth to a child with a love-struck mind.

Thinking of this, he felt a little better. "Let's go pick her up and take her home."

Chen Ling stood up, swaying her hips as her high heels clicked loudly. "Wait a minute, I'm going to change my clothes."

Now that they're financially well-off, they have to wear fur coats when they go out.

-

Jiang Qiao was naturally unwilling to wait for them, so she hailed a taxi and embarked on her journey home.

Since there was quite a lot of stuff, Jiang Qiao gave the driver extra money to help carry the luggage.

As soon as Jiang Qiao got off the elevator, she ran into Feng Yinwan, who was being intimate with her boyfriend. The man's hand was already inside Feng Yinwan's clothes.

Jiang Qiao shuddered as she looked at the two contorted figures. How disgusting!