Top-tier celebrity and internet sensation Jiang Qiao transmigrated into a novel — specifically into a campus redemption story — as the vicious rich girl villainess. In the story, she constantly...
Chapter 120
It must have smelled it wrong, it must be...
On the bed, the girl's eyelashes trembled a few times, and then she slowly opened her eyes. As soon as she moved, she felt sore all over.
Jiang Qiao couldn't help but cry out in pain. Was she beaten?
My brain gradually restarted and I remembered what happened last night. The last thing that stayed in my mind was the man's cold and indifferent black eyes.
On the contrary, it was a scorching and intense action that almost swallowed everything.
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The tyrannical and exclusive demands, without any consideration for her feelings, made Jiang Qiao feel very strange about Lu Xun last night. The pain in her body was clear.
The "culprit" is still nowhere to be seen, he just took all the money and left, what a heartless scumbag.
She pursed her lips, her heart felt sour and bitter, she felt wronged and angry, and her already swollen eyelids became even redder.
She heard the sound of scratching the door. She wiped the tears from her eyes, got out of bed with shaking legs, and propped herself on the edge of the bed. Only then did she see the medical tape on the back of her hand.
He even had an IV drip. You can imagine how rough that man is.
Jiang Qiao couldn't help wanting to cry again. She took a deep breath and tried to adjust her mood. The voice outside the door was still thinking,
She walked over awkwardly, and the short distance from the bed to the bedroom door made her legs tremble.
I grabbed the door handle and turned it. The kitten was not prepared and fell in. "Meow!"
Jiang Qiao looked at its funny movements and frowned: [What are you doing?]
[I was just about to ask you what you were doing!! Why didn’t you open the door for so long!]
Jiang Qiao: [……………………]
How could she explain it?
Jiang Qiao said in a rather depressed tone: [Go out and eat your cat food.]
As she spoke, she turned and walked towards the bed. 166 remembered that he hadn't said something important yet, so he jumped in front of her anxiously, blocking her way. While Jiang Qiao frowned, he quickly said, "Is the male protagonist okay?"
Jiang Qiao was stunned for a moment, not knowing why 166 said that, and asked: "What do you mean?"
[I I…] 166 hesitated for a while, and said with a somewhat uncertain tone: [I seemed to smell the energy of the heroine on him just now.]
The taste of heroine’s energy…?
Jiang Qiao almost instantly thought of the man's abnormality.
From yesterday afternoon to today, a series of events, vague concealment, cold attitude...
Jiang Qiao's breathing quickened: [Are you sure?]
166 was hesitant because he was unsure. It was no longer a system, and its perception ability was much worse than before. If it had not been close to Lu Xun, it might not have been able to smell the faint energy.
166 said it truthfully,
After hearing this, Jiang Qiao was silent for a while, his face turned pale: [I understand.]
[Where's Lu Xun?] she asked.
166 said it was downstairs, so Jiang Qiao didn't care about anything else and went downstairs despite the pain. He finally walked to the living room.
At this time, the man came out of the kitchen. When he saw her, his cold brows knitted together, his eyes full of disapproval.
Jiang Qiao looked into those calm black eyes, and felt as if a needle had pierced his heart, which was a little numb.
She thought of 166's words again, and the feeling of uneasiness became stronger and stronger: "You......"
"Who told you to get down?" She was interrupted by the man before she finished her words. Then her body lightened and she was picked up by the man and walked towards the sofa.
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Smelling the familiar scent, Jiang Qiao couldn't help but snuggle into his arms, but she felt even more uncomfortable.
Lu Xun put the girl in his arms on the sofa, pulled a blanket over the girl's fair legs, and poured a cup of warm water on the table.
He acted almost subconsciously. Jiang Qiao's eyes turned red as he watched. He threw the blanket to the ground in a fit of anger: "I don't want you to take care of me!"
Her eyes were red and her tone was aggrieved and angry. Lu Xun was prepared for her to be angry, so he picked up the blanket again without any emotion in his eyes.
"Don't you have anything to tell me?" Jiang Qiao got angry when he saw his expressionless face, and his chest felt suffocated.
Lu Xun pursed his lips and said, "It was my fault for what happened last night. I'm sorry."
A very formal apology, as if that would make his behavior seem like a piece of cake.
He didn't really think he had done anything wrong, he just wanted to comfort her.
Jiang Qiao didn't feel relieved, but became even more angry: "Don't you have anything else to say?"
"What do you want to hear?" Lu Xun looked at her. When he saw her watery eyes, he paused, looked away, and said, "I can tell you anything if it can make you calm down."
Jiang Qiao is his lover, he has acknowledged this, so he has the obligation to coax and pamper her, even though he does not love her.
It was like a clumsy, imitative display of affection, except that others were imitating others, while he was imitating his former self.
He will learn to love Jiang Qiao.
Jiang Qiao's long eyelashes trembled, and he felt as if his throat was blocked.
She took a deep breath and asked directly, "Song Qingying went to see you yesterday, right?"
Lu Xun frowned and said nothing.
Jiang Qiao thought he had agreed, so she cried, "Why didn't you tell me? What did she do?"
"No." Lu Xun suddenly said, "I haven't seen her."
After leaving the company, going to the parking lot, and driving home, Lu Xun did not remember the person Jiang Qiao mentioned.
He remembered it very clearly, but at a certain moment, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. Had he really never seen it?
Jiang Qiao didn't expect this answer, and was a little surprised. At this time, 166's voice sounded in his ears: "He may have been affected by the energy magnetic field rejection and lost his memory of a certain period of time."
"I'm sorry." Lu Xun suddenly said again.
Even though he said sorry, his eyes were still cold. Jiang Qiao turned her head away and didn't want to look at him anymore. She didn't like Lu Xun like this.
The porridge was still cooking in the kitchen. Lu Xun was about to leave after he finished speaking. Then he thought of something and said, "I'm going on a business trip the day after tomorrow. I'll bring you a gift when I come back."
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Lu Xun originally planned to leave tomorrow, but then he thought that tomorrow was Mr. Gu’s birthday and it would be inappropriate not to go, so he postponed it for a day.
Jiang Qiao didn't know how to react. In fact, she couldn't react at all.
It was normal to go on a business trip and there was nothing wrong with it. She couldn't stop Lu Xun from leaving anyway.
However, since moving into the villa, Lu Xun rarely went to the company as long as she was there.
She had just been injured and hadn't fully recovered yet, but Lu Xun was going on a business trip and she didn't know how long he would be gone. The change was too great and Jiang Qiao really couldn't accept it.
[………What did Song Qingying do?] Jiang Qiao calmed down and asked.
166 paused for a moment and said honestly: [It should be the male second's system that did something, but I don't know what specific means were used.]
Then, only Song Qingying or Jiang Chao knew.
There was a slight sound coming from the kitchen. Jiang Qiao blinked, holding back the tears, and found Wang Jie in her friend list.
Thanks to Qingchen, Chuxia Grand, Xiaomingza, fufu, My Heart Will Go On, Yinghan, Xiaoyu Can't Eat Enough, Chocolate AD, Xu Yixuan Jiuer, Qingqingchayanwanwe, Maomaobin, Fallen Flower Branches for Lianli, Healing Xiaozhuo, Qionglouyuantiao, whyying for the recommendation votes~
Thanks to Concealer, Princess Feifei, Jingnian Buxiu
Thanks to Hanhanpink for the reward~
Lu (mutated) Xun: I've already apologized, why is she still sad?
Jiang Xiaoqiao: He can still be saved, I will try my best (feeling wronged)