Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!

A gust of wind blew over, causing ripples on the lake.

Jiang Lai stood up.

"Hmm, I see. Let’s leave it at that for now. You should focus on your work. Once you get back what belongs to you, then think about these things."

It’s quite cold here.

Jiang Lai had a scarf from Lin Gao around her neck.

Lin Gao stood in the wind’s path to shield Jiang Lai. Seeing her face reddened by the wind, his Adam’s apple moved as he asked once more, unwilling to give up.

"So what will it take for you to say yes to me?"

"When you stop bringing it up."

After saying this, she arrived home, greeted him, and then turned around to go back inside.

"Tsk, tsk, so heartless, Jiang Lai. Are you planning to cut ties completely? Not giving him any chance at all?"

"I gave a chance, depending on my mood."

"Come on, Jiang Lai, if you keep acting like this, I’m going to look down on you."

Little Buding was quite disdainful of Jiang Lai’s superior attitude, as if being liked by Lin Gao made him inferior.

You either like someone or you don’t. No need to string people along.

Besides, this isn’t like Jiang Lai at all.

She usually makes clean breaks. If she likes someone, she goes for it, and if she doesn’t, she leaves no chance at all.

"Why are you so invested in my love life all day? Just focus on completing the tasks, and don’t ask about anything else."

Little Buding went silent.

And in that silence, ten days to half a month passed without a peep.

During this period, a lot happened, yet the always nosy Little Buding didn’t jump at the chance to gossip with Jiang Lai.

For instance, one morning, Shen Yan was seen vomiting in a corner of the backyard by a neighbor auntie.

Everyone’s experienced, especially those who’ve had multiple kids, so it’s impossible to not notice Shen Yan’s situation.

These days, having kids is nothing unusual; if you want them, getting pregnant at forty or fifty is too normal.

But what’s unusual with Shen Yan is because she and her husband split long ago.

Jiang Hai avoids her all the time. How could they possibly be sleeping together, let alone her getting pregnant at this age?

And coupling that with Shen Yan’s habit of going out at night these days, the neighborhood’s gossip squad immediately sniffed something fishy.

Shen Yan definitely got pregnant.

But the child isn’t Jiang Hai’s.

Isn’t that thrilling?

Everyone in the courtyard has been neighbors for over a decade; Shen Yan has given birth to four kids, and she shows early every time. Within three or four months, her belly starts to swell.

Now, even though Shen Yan wears loose clothes all day, and it’s winter, the experienced women are very perceptive about such matters.

"Jiang Hai, take your wife to the health clinic, I bet there’s joyous news coming your way."

Jiang Hai’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, his eyes burning with rage, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, fists clenched tightly, looking quite terrifying.

The auntie braved on to speak.

"Jiang Hai, I watched you grow up. We’re all family; I can’t bear to see you humiliated like this. Get rid of that woman and move on. I’ll introduce you to a good woman who knows how to live."

"As for Shen Yan, let her pack her things and get the hell out."

What they’ve done is simply too much.

If Jiang Hai had the slightest ruthlessness, he would’ve reported Shen Yan and the adulterer, and both could be charged with hooliganism and thrown in jail!

News spread around the courtyard.

In less than a day, the entire street knew.

Jiang Hai and Shen Yan split half a year ago, and Shen Yan got pregnant.

Whenever Shen Yan went out, every household kept staring at her belly.

If this is true, it’s way too serious, and everyone nosy wanted to confirm it with their own eyes.

"Yes, that’s right; you can tell even with all those clothes on. She’s pregnant."

"And it’s been over three months!"

"A woman like her in ancient times would’ve been drowned in a pig’s basket!"

"Jiang Hai is such a good man, a chef at a big restaurant who has no worries about food or drink. He’s quite decent with no bad habits. Shen Yan must have had it too good!"

Shen Yan also panicked.

The matter couldn’t be hidden any longer, and she didn’t expect her hard work to cover it up would still be seen through by those old women in the courtyard.

Before Jiang Hai came home, she hurried from the backyard to the street director’s house, looking around nervously and occasionally tossing stones at his backyard window.

Suddenly, the backyard door opened.

The street director came out, looking impatient when he saw Shen Yan.

"What are you doing here?!"

"What am I doing here? I’m looking for my child’s father! I’m telling you, you must give me an explanation today! Jiang Hai already knows, and if I go back, he’ll definitely beat me to death!

You have to sort this out today, or I’ll report you! I’ll make sure you can’t keep being the director!"

No matter how bold, Shen Yan didn’t dare to appear before Jiang Hai again.

When she first realized something was wrong, her first thought was, as long as she could get Jiang Hai to claim this child, her position in the Jiang Family would surely rise, and Jiang Hai would continue to tolerate her, thereby tolerating her nephew.

When her belly got bigger and she made a fuss, even if Jiang Hai didn’t want to, he’d have to make room for Shen Ping to marry.

Everything was planned perfectly!

But what she didn’t expect was how merciless Jiang Hai would be, leaving her no chance at all!

Watching the days pass by, Shen Yan was restless day and night; now that the truth was out, she was at an impasse.

"Don’t think you can shirk your responsibility! The child is yours! Kick out that woman in your house now!"

"What nonsense are you spouting?! Do I have any relationship with you that you’re talking gibberish here?!"

Hearing this, Shen Yan’s eyes nearly bulged out.

"You don’t want to admit the child in my belly now, is that it? Fine, I’ll go report you now!"

The director’s face turned grim.

"Report me? If I go down, do you think you’ll have a good time? I’m telling you, your best bet is to pack up and get out to the countryside. I’ll raise the child after it’s born.

If you don’t leave, feel free to report me, we’ll go down together and see what happens to your nephew!"

Mentioning the nephew, that hit Shen Yan’s sore spot.

Thinking about it, it did make sense; she had to run, or else she’d drag her nephew down too.

But if she left, who would take care of Shen Ping?

"Promise me, take good care of my nephew, or I’ll fight to the death with you!"

At this moment, the director would agree to anything, as long as Shen Yan was leaving.

"Don’t worry, I’ll find him an easy job, ensure he can support himself. You should leave now, before it gets light, hurry!"

"I... I, can I come back?"

She’s lived in the city for twenty years. How could she handle going back to rural life?