Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

When Jiang Zichu finished tidying up and went downstairs, she saw Jingli stewing chicken soup next to the small stove she had set up the day before.

It has a very peculiar shape.

He was barefoot, wearing loose pants he had found himself, and a shirt on his upper body, with only the bottom button fastened.

This shirt is very strange.

First of all, he was clearly not the right size for the scene – the shoulders and arms were obviously too tight, and the length was also too short.

Secondly, this dress is quite "sensual"—it's semi-transparent, and the first button is positioned close to the chest. If a woman with a good figure wore it, it would probably make people's blood boil.

But now it's Jingli wearing it, and her chest, which should have been voluptuous, is empty, with the collar of her clothes swaying back and forth, which looks quite comical.

The person who designed this garment clearly didn't expect anyone to wear it while squatting next to a stone stove, fanning the fire.

Jiang Zichu thought that if this stepfather was really wearing this outfit to seduce her, then this person either had a problem with his brain or a problem with his taste.

For the sake of his eyes, Jiang Zichu went back to his room and found two old T-shirts.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Jiang Zichu handed the clothes to Jing Li. "Go change."

Jingli was extremely grateful.

This outfit is too tight. Although he doesn't have a large frame, he's still a man, and the buttons are too tight.

To make himself more comfortable, he had to unbutton his shirt, which 6058 kept nagging him about.

[6058: Little Fish! You're such a fool! Jiang Zichu clearly has ulterior motives towards you! You're just setting things on fire!]

Jingli doesn't quite agree.

[Jingli: I feel like he was just saying that.]

6058 is speechless. Even if this kid is cooked and eaten, no one can be blamed.

Why is he in this world a little turtle that can't climb out of the fish tank?

Just as 6058 was looking up at the sky and bursting into tears, Jiang Zichu came over with normal clothes.

[Keiri: See? I told you so!]

And they're even showing off now.

For the sake of these two pieces of clothing, 6058 decided to temporarily retract his assessment of this world as a lecherous god.

"Thank you," Jingli said, taking the clothes. "Please watch the fire for me."

Jiang Zichu stared blankly at the simple little fan in her hand, feeling that she couldn't quite understand her stepfather.

Jingli didn't give him time to react before taking the clothes and going inside.

Jiang Zichu could only resign himself to his fate and squat down, guarding the small flame under the pot.

Jingli changed her clothes while quickly discussing countermeasures with 6058.

There were no vehicles left on the island because the shadowy figures had gathered there and could not make contact with the outside world. Even if they sent out distress flares, it was unlikely that anyone would notice.

Therefore, 6058 was designed with two lines.

In the first storyline, Jingli continues to deal with the shadowy figures, while 6058 searches for an opening to try and make contact with the outside world—even if only for a second.

The second lead: Yesterday, 6058 took advantage of the chaos to gather some information. There's a wildly popular metaphysical variety show in this world that's preparing for its second season. If they can get the people choosing the location to notice the island's unusual nature and choose it as the show's location, and then get them to go to the island, then they too can be saved.

Therefore, the key now is to capture the shadow.

[6058: There's been no news about Jiang Yuanqi, but the press releases about your wedding are still flying around. This matter needs to be resolved.]

Regardless of the final outcome for the scenery and gods of this world, 6058 doesn't want its fool to be bound to Jiang Yuanqi.

[6058: Hey, I get the feeling you're here for some training.]

Jingli clenched her fist.

"Then let's train together! Let's find that bad guy and beat him to a pulp."

6058 was amused.

Whenever the scene showcases this fearless spirit of a newborn calf, he feels that it's a good thing that his little fool is inexperienced.

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The casserole pot simmering chicken soup was bubbling away. Jiang Zichu's clean face was covered with two patches of charcoal ash. When he saw Jing Li coming over, he stood up with a "whoosh".

Perhaps realizing he had overreacted, he put on an impatient look and shoved the fan into Jingli's hand: "Stop dawdling, hurry up and cook."

Jingli took the fan and looked at the pot: "You've done a pretty good job keeping the fire going."

"simple."

Jiang Zichu's expression remained disdainful, but Jing Li keenly caught a hint of excitement in his words.

What he didn't know was that in Jiang Zichu's world, he had never received such positive praise before.

Jiang Yuanqi always said that he couldn't do anything right, but he was always extremely tolerant of him.

As a result, Jiang Zichu had little self-awareness.

When he's bored, he'll find something to do in the villa, like taking apart and fixing tools to comfort himself that he's not actually that bad.

But the next second he would fall into self-abandonment.

He seems to only know how to mess everything up.

Jingli asked him to watch the fire, but the fire wouldn't listen to him, sometimes getting bigger and sometimes smaller.

He was afraid that Jingli would also think he was bad, but he also felt that he really was.

He pretended not to care much about it, but Jingli actually praised him.

Jiang Zichu went back inside, sat for a while, and then ran back to the yard.

"How about I watch it? You go heat up the food, I'm starving."

Jingli did not refuse. She put the leftover rice from yesterday into a bowl and placed a small steamer on the portable gas stove.

The rice is heated up, and the chicken soup is almost ready.

Jiang Zichu reached out to pick it up, but the pot handle was burning hot. As soon as he picked it up, it fell down with a "thud".

The pot wasn't cracked, but a lot of soup spilled out, and half the fire went out.

Jiang Zichu looked at the dying flame and suddenly felt a little angry.

Sure enough, he still couldn't do anything right.

He raised his leg to kick the stove, but someone grabbed him from behind.

"No, it's too hot for your feet."

Jingli didn't blame him for spilling the soup, nor did she ask him why he kicked the stove.

He was just worried that the lingering flames would burn his feet.

Jiang Zichu felt a tickle on his chest, and the newly emerging bad temper was also tickled away.

"Go in and rinse your hands with cold water. You should use a rag to hold this when you bring it in."

Jingli's tone carried a hint of boasting.

Although the original owner knew all of this, it was still new knowledge for Keiri herself!

He grabbed two damp rags, lifted them up with both hands, and carried the pot of chicken soup inside.

Tang Shenghao and Jiang Zichu were still standing outside in a daze. Jingli wondered:

Does it hurt a lot from the burn?

Jiang Zichu looked at his scalded hand, then, as if remembering something, he smiled and looked up at Jingli with a mischievous grin, saying, "Ugh, that hurts, Daddy."

Jingli took it seriously.

He took an ice pack and a tube of burn ointment from yesterday's first-aid kit, came to Jiang Zichu's side, and gently held his hand.

"Whoosh, whoosh, pain flies."

Yesterday, he asked 6058 to sort through some scenes in the archives that depicted adults taking care of children, and it seemed that the elders in those scenes were all doing that.

Jiang Zichu looked at Jingli's pouting pink lips and awkwardly withdrew his hand.

"I'm not a child."

He then took the ice pack and medicine from Jingli and pretended to be dissatisfied as he entered the villa.

If he didn't use the same hand and foot in his first two steps.

Jingli wondered: Am I a qualified father for doing this?

Jiang Zichu thought: This stepfather really is trying to seduce him!