The Awakened Cannon Fodder Beauty [Quick Transmigration] 3

Chapter 3: The Counter-Kill (3)

◎”Then we’ll all just die together.”◎

When Xiao Chan arrived, Jiang Mengyu was attempting to carve words onto Tang An’s body with the tip of a knife. Finding Tang An’s noises too loud, Jiang Mengyu had sealed his mouth with duct tape.

The intense pain forced Tang An to struggle ceaselessly, but it was futile. He could only let Jiang Mengyu carve two crooked words onto his face: Scum.

After finishing, Jiang Mengyu wasn’t quite satisfied.

She clicked her tongue, then casually plunged the knife into Tang An’s thigh again, stabbing viciously twice. Watching Tang An writhe in agony before her, his eyes wide with fury and pain, the stifling resentment in Jiang Mengyu’s heart finally subsided a little.

By now, Tang An had been tortured by Jiang Mengyu to the point of tears and snot. His face was a mask of indescribable terror and haggardness, his eyes filled with a thick mixture of shock and hatred.

Jiang Mengyu’s reaction was far too calm. When Tang An heard her reveal the warehouse’s location to his family, a bad premonition had washed over him.

But he still clung to a sliver of hope that Jiang Mengyu would keep her word.

However, Tang An knew very well that if Jiang Mengyu truly kept her word, it meant Xiao Chan would fall into her hands. If Jiang Mengyu could be so ruthless to him, she would likely be even more cruel to Xiao Chan.

After all, this was the woman he deeply loved, and a part of him couldn’t bear the thought. But compared to his own life, this bit of hesitation and reluctance seemed utterly insignificant.

At the same time, Tang An remembered that when Jiang Mengyu had proposed that Xiao Chan come in exchange for him, Xiao Chan had hesitated!

She loves me so much, shouldn’t she have agreed immediately?

Why hesitate?

Just as Tang An was fuming, another sharp pain shot through his leg. His body jolted twice. He struggled desperately, but it only made the ropes binding him tighter.

Jiang Mengyu is a lunatic!

Tang An was truly afraid now.

Excessive blood loss had made his lips even paler. Facing Jiang Mengyu, he finally felt a measure of fear.

Being unable to see made him even more panicked. He didn’t know when the knife in Jiang Mengyu’s hand would fall again, or where it would land.

Jiang Mengyu was an irrational madwoman!

Hadn’t the Tang family already agreed to her demands? Why was she still hurting him!

Although Tang An couldn’t speak, his reactions laid bare his inner thoughts.

Jiang Mengyu watched with cold eyes, finding it laughable.

Even now, Tang An actually believed that she hated Xiao Chan more than him.

Xiao Chan was not innocent. On the night Jiang Wanjing died, Tang An was supposed to drive Jiang Wanjing home. But Xiao Chan, in a jealous fit, refused to get in the car. Tang An chased after her to coax her, leaving Jiang Wanjing alone at the bar’s entrance.

If not for that, Jiang Wanjing would never have encountered a drunken madman and been stabbed thirty-eight times while completely defenseless. It all happened in a matter of minutes. When she was lying in a pool of her own blood, Tang An was probably still flirting with Xiao Chan, wasn’t he?

Jiang Mengyu hated Xiao Chan, because she was an indirect cause of Jiang Wanjing’s death. But this hatred was the same as her hatred for Jiang Jian and the rest of the Tang family. They were all executioners.

But the one Jiang Mengyu hated most was still Tang An. If he hadn’t tricked her sister into coming back, how could anything have happened to her?

Jiang Mengyu suppressed the surging murderous intent in her heart. She was keeping Tang An alive for now only to lure the others here.

The laughable thing was that Tang An still thought she didn’t dare to kill him.

In truth, regardless of whether Xiao Chan came tonight or not, Jiang Mengyu was going to kill Tang An.

The smell of blood in the air grew thicker. Blood streamed down Tang An’s leg, forming a small pool on the floor.

Tang An’s breathing grew louder and heavier. He felt his head grow dizzy, his consciousness seemingly fading. In a daze, Tang An thought he heard Jiang Mengyu give two low coughs. He strained his ears to listen carefully, but could only hear his own breathing.

Jiang Mengyu suppressed the tickle in her throat and felt something cool under her nose. She raised a hand and casually wiped away the trickle of blood.

Her time was running out.

Perhaps this was the price of awakening. Jiang Mengyu could clearly feel her body weakening. Her life had entered its final countdown. If she didn’t act now, she might not get another chance.

This was why Jiang Mengyu had chosen not to plan for the long term, but to act swiftly and ruthlessly by kidnapping Tang An directly.

Even if she had to die, she had to kill the person she hated most first.

Seeing that Tang An seemed on the verge of collapse, Jiang Mengyu simply ripped the tape from his mouth.

The sharp pain of his skin being torn away brought a sliver of clarity back to Tang An’s consciousness. He gasped for air with his mouth open, slumping in the chair like a half-dead dog.

The black cloth over his eyes was rudely yanked off. The sudden bright light made Tang An squeeze his eyes shut, but he quickly opened them again, eagerly scanning his surroundings.

The stacked cardboard boxes were covered in dust. Under the dim light, Tang An saw Jiang Mengyu with her long hair unbound, staring at him with a pair of deep, dark eyes. She was still holding the knife, the blood on its tip half-dried.

The moment Tang An saw the scalpel, the pain from the wounds he had been ignoring flared up again. He panted heavily, attempting to say a few placating words to Jiang Mengyu.

“Jiang Mengyu…”

The moment the words left his mouth, Tang An saw the look in Jiang Mengyu’s eyes change.

Her facial expression remained largely the same, but the coldness in her eyes grew more pronounced. She gazed at Tang An silently, as if looking at a dead man.

Tang An paused, then changed his words. “Jiaojiao…”

Jiaojiao was the pet name Jiang Wanjing had given Jiang Mengyu.

It would have been better if he hadn’t said it. The moment those two words were spoken, the violent rage that Jiang Mengyu had barely managed to suppress flared up again.

Tang An only saw her cold phoenix eyes narrow. Then, a black shadow flashed before him. Before Tang An could get a clearer look, he was kicked hard in the chest.

Jiang Mengyu was wearing ten-centimeter “sky-high heels,” and the sharp heel nearly pierced Tang An’s flesh. The kick sent him, chair and all, crashing to the ground. He was like an overturned turtle, his vision blackening as he nearly passed out from the blow.

Tang An hit the ground unexpectedly, and even his cries became weak and feeble. For a long moment, he didn’t move.

He felt as if several ribs in his chest had been kicked clean in two. The fall had pulled at the wounds on his arms and legs, and the pain was so intense he couldn’t even speak.

However, before Tang An could react, Jiang Mengyu planted her foot directly on his face. Her voice was faint, but it carried a hatred that sent a chill down Tang An’s spine.

“Who gave you permission to call me that?”

The mere fact that this person was breathing in front of her made her feel disgusted. If it weren’t for waiting for the others to arrive, Jiang Mengyu would have finished him off right then and there.

Just as Tang An was racking his brain for a way to appease Jiang Mengyu’s fury, the faint sound of a car finally reached the entrance.

Jiang Mengyu looked up toward the main door. She moved her foot from Tang An’s face, walked over to pick up the phone she had tossed aside, and put it on speaker. Xiao Chan’s voice immediately came through.

“I’m here. Where are you?”

Jiang Mengyu glanced at Tang An, who was lying on the floor. “The door’s unlocked. Come in alone.”

She paused, then added nonchalantly, “Don’t try any tricks. I can see you. If more than one person comes in, you can wait to collect Tang An’s corpse.”

Her words made the faces of Tang An’s father and mother, who were standing nearby, darken. They looked at the warehouse, so close, yet they didn’t dare to actually rush in. They could only obediently follow Jiang Mengyu’s instructions.

Xiao Chan’s heart was pounding with anxiety. She didn’t want to go in, but Tang An’s parents were urging her on. Xiao Chan had no choice but to get out of the car and walk toward the warehouse door with a heart full of fear.

Behind her, a group of bodyguards in black suits followed her silently. They held weapons in their hands, purposefully lightening their steps as they sought cover and slowly approached the warehouse.

Seeing this, Xiao Chan felt a little more at ease.

Jiang Mengyu heard footsteps at the door. She knew the warehouse was likely surrounded by now, but she was completely unconcerned. She toyed with the blood-stained scalpel, one foot still resting on Tang An’s head. Further up that leg, something seemed to be strapped to her thigh, creating a bulge.

As the footsteps drew closer, Jiang Mengyu lifted the slit hem of her slip dress, revealing what was hidden on her leg: a small, silver pistol.

She loaded the gun, then moved her foot and slowly aimed the muzzle at Tang An’s head.

Tang An forced his eyes open. When he saw what was pointed at him, his body instantly went rigid.

This was the scene Xiao Chan saw when she found her way inside.

She looked at Tang An’s tattered suit and the blood all over the floor. Her limbs went weak, and she couldn’t help but cover her mouth and retch.

“Jiang… Jiang Mengyu…” Xiao Chan murmured.

Has Jiang Mengyu really gone insane?

Hearing her name, Jiang Mengyu tilted her head. She had a dangerous intuition, knowing that there was definitely a gun aimed at her own head at this very moment.

They just didn’t dare to act, for fear she would harm Tang An.

“You’re here,” Jiang Mengyu moved her index finger, as if she would pull the trigger in the next second.

Xiao Chan’s sharp eyes caught the movement, and she quickly cried out, “Don’t be reckless!”

She wasn’t very brave to begin with, and now she was terrified by Tang An’s miserable state. She didn’t even have the courage to meet Jiang Mengyu’s gaze, her eyes darting around frantically.

Jiang Mengyu watched her quietly, looking at the face that was seventy percent similar to her sister’s.

She had thought of many ways to get revenge on Tang An. Even slicing him into a thousand pieces wouldn’t be enough to quell the hatred in her heart. But as for Xiao Chan, she hadn’t decided what to do.

Jiang Mengyu’s original plan was to make Xiao Chan kill Tang An herself. She knew Xiao Chan was pregnant with Tang An’s child, and she knew even better that compared to Tang An, Xiao Chan loved wealth and luxury more.

If Tang An lived, Xiao Chan might not be his true love forever. But if Tang An died, the child in her belly would be the sole heir to the Tang family.

She believed Xiao Chan would know how to choose.

That was Jiang Mengyu’s plan. She could have easily deceived Xiao Chan, telling her that if she was willing to kill Tang An, she would let her go.

Then, after Xiao Chan killed Tang An, Jiang Mengyu would go back on her word and kill Xiao Chan.

She was never a good person to begin with, anyway.

Keeping one’s word? That was something for protagonists to do.

She was the villain, after all!

But at this very moment, Jiang Mengyu suddenly felt a little tired.

Her internal organs felt as if they were being twisted and shredded by a knife. The intense pain made Jiang Mengyu’s face turn slightly pale. She felt unsteady on her feet, but her body didn’t waver. She forcibly swallowed the metallic taste of blood that rose in her throat.

Even though she was on the verge of collapsing, Jiang Mengyu’s expression didn’t change in the slightest, revealing no weakness.

It must be the power of the plot trying to stop me, she thought.

She was clearly the villain, yet she dared to dream of counter-killing the protagonists. So, the plot had to erase her before she could succeed.

Jiang Mengyu could already imagine how the rest of the story would unfold: the villain’s final counterattack before death fails. The male lead is saved by the female lead, who rushed to his side regardless of the danger. Having been through a life-and-death trial, their love becomes even deeper and purer.

They want to step on my corpse to get their happy ending?

In their dreams!

Jiang Mengyu clenched her jaw and gave Xiao Chan a bloody smile.

A shiver went down Xiao Chan’s spine. A sense of foreboding rose within her.

BOOM—!!

The Tang family, waiting anxiously outside, were all startled by the massive explosion. The bodyguards standing by quickly threw themselves over their employers to protect them. Everyone felt as if a clap of thunder had gone off next to their ears, accompanied by a series of rumbling collapses.

An unknown amount of time passed.

When the sound of the explosion finally subsided, Tang An’s parents shakily climbed up from the ground. They stared ahead and saw flames soaring into the sky not far away. The heatwave from the blaze was so intense that people couldn’t even open their eyes.

Tang An’s mother’s vision went black, and she nearly fainted. “My son!!!”

“Hurry, save them!!!”

But the fire was simply too large. Furthermore, Tang An and Xiao Chan had been at the center of the explosion. Everyone knew in their hearts that the two of them were most likely…

Jiang Mengyu had actually dared. She had given up her own life just to take Tang An and Xiao Chan with her!

Cries and curses erupted one after another, mingling with the crackling sound of the burning warehouse. The scene descended into chaos.

Amidst the turmoil, no one noticed that someone else seemed to be speaking. The voice was distant, as if coming from the far-off horizon.

“How could this happen?”

“The villain killed the protagonists?!”