Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

After the rice was steaming, Jingli set up a portable gas stove and made some barbecue.

The villa had a full range of seasonings, and 6058 also had a complete set of cooking tutorials.

Jingli marinated the meat, chopped the vegetables, prepared the seasonings, lifted the lid of the steamer, and the meat sizzled as it roasted.

The aroma filled the air, drawing out Jiang Zichu, who had locked himself in his room.

Jingli was enjoying herself and didn't notice him for the time being.

"Is Daddy planning to win me over through my stomach?"

An arrogant voice rang out from behind, startling Jingli, who then rolled her eyes.

"Eat it or not."

"It's a case of playing hard to get."

Jiang Zichu opened the doors and windows of the villa, sat down opposite Jingli, picked up a piece of freshly grilled meat with chopsticks, and didn't think he was being impolite.

"Aren't you disappointed? You didn't get to live a life of luxury, and now you have to rely on yourself to take care of this son who suddenly appeared out of nowhere."

Jingli ignored him and continued grilling the meat.

Jiang Zichu, feeling awkward, added two bowls of rice, placing one in front of Jingli.

Neither of them spoke.

Because of the power outage, the room became dark as soon as the sun set.

With the doors and windows wide open, a gust of wind blew through, making the room feel a bit cold.

Jiang Zichu took a sip of rice porridge with a hint of disgust, and said casually, "Your pajamas must smell terrible, are you going to sleep in them later?"

Jingli glanced at him and stuffed a piece of meat into her mouth.

“I can go naked.” He glared at Jiang Zichu and said fiercely, “To seduce you.”

"Pfft—" Jiang Zichu put down the bowl and looked at Jingli with amusement: "I have very poor self-control, have you thought it through?"

Jingli chewed vigorously.

He could tell whether Jiang Zichu was just talking nonsense or really wanted to do something.

The person's emotions were indeed malicious, but this malice was not directed at him.

Jingli thought: He should be a good father and not get angry with his child over something like this.

Seeing that Jingli didn't respond, Jiang Zichu helplessly began to clean up the bowls he had used.

"The rice shouldn't spoil after a day. There's no electricity at home, so don't wander around at night." He looked up. "There's a lot of filth in this villa. I love a beautiful and vain little dad like you."

He stood up and looked down at Jingli, who was sitting there: "You should have some old clothes in your bedroom. Take a quick shower tonight, you smell terrible."

Jingli looked up at him: "Are you going back inside?"

"What?" Jiang Zichu grinned mischievously again. "You can't bear to part with me? Do you want me to sleep with you?"

"I don't need it, I'm not a child."

Jiang Zichu's smile became more genuine because of his serious expression.

It was getting completely dark.

He composed himself: "You'd better not come looking for me tonight."

Jingli ignored him, finished her meal, and cleaned up the mess.

When he arrived in the kitchen, he found that Jiang Zichu had already washed his own dishes.

So it seems this guy isn't actually that spoiled.

By the time I finished airing out the living room, it was completely dark.

Jingli closed the doors and windows, took a camping lamp from the system, and returned to the bedroom where he had woken up that morning.

This bedroom is quite large, but the decoration is ostentatious; the bed alone is three meters wide, and there aren't many useful items.

There were indeed some old clothes hanging in the closet, which looked like Jiang Yuanqi's.

Jingli felt resistant and didn't really want to wear it.

The 6058 system has no shortage of clothes, but looking around, none of them are similar to Jiang Yuanqi's.

Underwear was fine, but outerwear, especially tops, might be noticed by Jiang Zichu, who lived in the villa.

It's not time to expose ourselves to Jiang Zichu yet.

Jingli remembered seeing unopened work clothes in the storage room when she visited the villa that morning. After discussing it with 6058, they decided to make do with those for now.

Carrying a small lamp, Jingli arrived at the storage room.

Jingli opened the work clothes and said nothing, while 6058 remained silent.

Jiang Yuanqi knows how to enjoy life, because his work clothes are only available in women's styles, either maid outfits or deep V-neck shirts with pencil skirts.

Jingli picked out two shirts, planning to alternate wearing them over the next few days.

The trousers were a pair of long trousers that 6058 found in the system that were similar to the suit trousers Jiang Yuanqi had in his wardrobe.

Jingli had actually considered that a onesie maid outfit would be more convenient, but 6058 stopped her.

[6058: The maid outfit has a tiny waist, you can't fit into it.]

Jingli was skeptical: "I want to give it a try."

[6058: No, you don't want to! You're just a little baby.]

The current ethical drama is already terrible, and 6058 doesn't want it to go any further.

"Ok."

Jingli felt a little regretful.

He's never worn a skirt before.

This villa has an old-fashioned layout, and the bedrooms generally do not have ensuite bathrooms. There are two shared bathrooms at the ends of the corridors on each floor.

Jingli put the clothes back in the bedroom, picked up a small lamp, and prepared to take a cold shower.

He was drenched in sweat today, and even if Jiang Zichu hadn't said anything, he still couldn't stand it.

The corridor was unusually quiet, but as you approached the bathroom, you could hear a drawn-out "whooshing" sound.

Perhaps the sound was caused by the wind outside, which was making some kind of noise from the pipes.

Jingli hung the small lamp on the clothes hanger, tossed the smelly pajamas aside, and rinsed them under the running water.

The wind outside was strong, making the windows rattle and bang, creating an eerie sound along with the rushing water.

"Da da da……"

"grumble--"

The unexpected footsteps and the sound of fingernails scratching the wall simultaneously caused Jingli to experience a ringing in her ears.

"Something's coming."

Jingli hurriedly rinsed off the soap, took out a very ordinary bathrobe from the system, wrapped it around herself, and came out of the bathroom carrying a lamp.

The camping light didn't illuminate a very large area; it was pitch black all around.

In this pitch blackness, it seemed as if countless red eyes could be seen in the scene.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again, his eyes shining with a gentle pink light. At the same time, the fake "red eyes" disappeared, and Jingli saw a huge "hand" as big as him reaching out from the darkness.

Jingli became more vigilant. Although his memories of the previous world had faded, his familiarity with this kind of energy control remained.

He reached out and grasped at the air, and a whip materialized in his hand.

If there were other people around, they would notice that the whip already showed a hint of gold.

"hiss……"

The giant hand had long fingernails, and it curiously peered into the scene.

Jingli flicked his whip, and the giant hand was immediately frightened, turning into a cloud of black mist that scattered in all directions with a gust of wind.

Jingli had no intention of letting it go and followed the black mist.

6058 remained silent, and the appearance of the black mist even caused a momentary disruption to the system.

Most of the black mist entered a certain house, while a small portion dispersed outside, transforming into sharp swords that attempted to block Jingli.

With a flick of his whip, Jingli shattered the sword formed from the black mist.

He pushed the door in front of him and locked it from the inside.

[6058: This is Jiang Zichu's room.]

The villa used an old-fashioned lock, and it didn't take much effort to open it in the scene.

Upon entering, one sees a clump of black mist clinging to Jiang Zichu's body, resembling a giant, mutated worm.

It emitted black mist all around, enveloping Jiang Zichu's entire body, as if it wanted to devour him little by little.

Jiang Zichu also closed his eyes tightly at this moment, unconsciously letting out a painful groan.

He fell into a dream from which he could not wake up.