The Awakened Cannon Fodder Beauty [Quick Transmigration] 50p2

Chapter 50 p2: The Vicious Supporting Female Character in a Romance Novel (3)

It was two in the middle of the night when Gu Lanqiu came, and it was almost five when she left. Although her attitude was cold, she had indeed accompanied Jiang Mengyu for several hours.

Jiang Mengyu shrank back into the covers and yawned. She was actually a little sleepy too.

Outside the hospital room, Gu Lanqiu did not leave immediately.

“Watch her well,” her expression was weary and cold. “Don’t leave any sharp things in the room.”

The nurse nodded. “Rest assured, CEO Gu.”

Jiang Mengyu was actually very easy to serve. She didn’t like to talk, nor did she ask the nurse to do much.

Gu Lanqiu glanced at the nurse and noticed the change in her attitude toward Jiang Mengyu, but she didn’t say anything.

Gu Lanqiu just wanted to know what Jiang Mengyu had done, not to monitor and control her like an enemy.

She had been very busy these past two days. Not only did she have to deal with the aftermath of the car accident, but there was also an important project that was about to be signed. Gu Lanqiu was so busy that she was on her feet all day, so she was inevitably a little careless with Jiang Mengyu.

Jiang Mengyu gave her two days to catch her breath.

She didn’t cause any more trouble. Besides sleeping, she was painting. Gu Lanqiu didn’t let her leave the hospital, and Jiang Mengyu didn’t raise any objections.

The only one who was anxious was 031.

Looking at Jiang Mengyu’s heavy stroke on the drawing board, 031 let out another long sigh.

[Host, when can we go out?]

The emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is!

Not going out meant that she could not come into contact with other mission targets. The only one she could come into contact with, Gu Lanqiu, was not willing to give her favorability.

031’s core code was about to smoke from worry, but Jiang Mengyu still had a calm and composed appearance.

She sat in front of the window, her porcelain-white fingers holding a paintbrush. The hair at her cheek fluttered gently in the wind. Her figure was quiet and beautiful, like a scene that only existed in an art film.

However, when the perspective turned and landed on the drawing board in front of her, the content of the painting was the complete opposite of her temperament at this moment. It could even be said to be a world of difference.

Rich black and red, messy lines and colors, with bright yellow and orange mixed in, made 031’s eyes hurt.

[Host, what are you painting?]

How could it not understand?

Jiang Mengyu did not explain. She lightly made the last stroke. “Don’t be anxious.”

Gu Lanqiu did not fall for the forceful approach. The power and status between the two of them were also quite disparate. Jiang Mengyu could not push her too hard.

She put down her paintbrush, stood up, and went to the bathroom to wash her hands. The red paint on her fingertips gradually faded with the flow of water. Jiang Mengyu’s eyes were lowered, her expression indifferent. “Soon.”

031 could not understand what the Host meant by “soon.”

But the painting that Jiang Mengyu had drawn soon appeared in front of Gu Lanqiu.

This was already the fifth painting that Gu Lanqiu had seen Jiang Mengyu draw in the past three days.

The style of the first four paintings was not much different from today’s. The colors were all very strong, with a hint of strangeness and ominousness.

Gu Lanqiu had seen Jiang Mengyu’s previous works. The brushstrokes were soft, and the style was very fresh and bright, the complete opposite of her current paintings.

“Painting is a projection of a person’s inner world, an expression of their subconscious,” the psychologist pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose. “In psychological art therapy, there is a painting therapy that uses this point.”

“Miss Jiang’s heart is very suppressed. She has already developed a very serious depression.”

Gu Lanqiu frowned. “She is very resistant to psychological treatment.”

“After taking the medicine for the past two days, has her sleep quality improved?”

“Mmm,” Gu Lanqiu thought of what the nurse had said. Jiang Mengyu had not had any nightmares recently, so she nodded lightly.

“My suggestion is to continue taking the medicine and observe for a period of time.”

“You decide,” Gu Lanqiu’s tone was faint. “When will Professor Markel be free to come to Z Country?”

“Teacher plans to come over next month. He still has some things to deal with over there.”

“Fine.”

Gu Lanqiu ended the topic.

The psychologist looked at her face, which was covered in a cold aura, and couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

The Professor Markel she had mentioned was an internationally renowned psychology expert, especially good at hypnosis.

Was she really planning to let that Miss Jiang forget those unpleasant experiences?

But before Gu Lanqiu could wait for Professor Markel, an accident happened.

Jiang Mengyu had another attack.

The nurse hurriedly called Gu Lanqiu. Gu Lanqiu rubbed her temples and looked at the time. It was three in the middle of the night.

“What’s wrong with her again?”

Did she have a nightmare again?

The nurse’s voice was filled with panic. “No, CEO Gu, Miss Jiang… Miss Jiang has committed suicide!”

Gu Lanqiu was instantly wide awake. “What?”

…

Jiang Mengyu woke up at three in the middle of the night.

The room was quiet. The nurse was dozing off. She did not wake her up. She got out of bed with very light steps and stood by the bed, quietly looking at the night sky.

To prevent patients from jumping off the building, the windows in the hospital were all sealed, and only a gap of about a finger’s width could be opened.

The night wind blew Jiang Mengyu’s long hair. Her back was lonely and cold. This scene, in the eyes of the nurse who had suddenly woken up, startled her.

She recovered for a moment. Seeing that the bed was empty, she realized that it was Jiang Mengyu.

“Miss Jiang,” the nurse said as she stood up. “What’s wrong with you? Are you thirsty, or are you not feeling well?”

Jiang Mengyu did not answer. Her back was to the nurse, so the nurse could not see her face clearly. She only heard her seem to have very lightly recited something.

The nurse walked closer quickly. Only when she was two steps away from Jiang Mengyu did she hear what she was saying:

“Lanqiu…”

“I miss you so much.”

The nurse was relieved. So she was missing CEO Gu.

Looking at Jiang Mengyu’s pale face, the nurse also felt a little pity in her heart. She was also worried that she would lose control of her emotions again, so she soothed, “CEO Gu will be here tomorrow. Let’s go to sleep first tonight, okay?”

Jiang Mengyu was motionless.

The nurse was worried that she would catch a cold, but she did not dare to easily move her. Helplessly, she could only say, “Then I’ll go and call CEO Gu.”

She had just turned and taken a step when she suddenly heard Jiang Mengyu say in a low voice, “Lanqiu, can you wait for me a little longer.”

“Don’t leave me…”

What did this mean?

Before the nurse could react, her peripheral vision suddenly saw Jiang Mengyu raise her hand and forcefully stab something toward herself.

The nurse’s eyes were about to split. She quickly rushed forward to stop her.

The tip of the knife was a few inches off, stabbing above her heart. Blood instantly soaked through her hospital gown. Jiang Mengyu’s face became even paler. She struggled to raise her hand, then suddenly closed her eyes and fainted.

“Miss Jiang!”

…

When Gu Lanqiu arrived at the hospital, Jiang Mengyu was still in the emergency room.

The nurse was covering her face and crying, on the verge of a breakdown.

Gu Lanqiu’s face was grim. “What’s going on?”

The nurse looked up at her, her face haggard. “It’s all my fault. I fell asleep for a while, and when I woke up, I saw Miss Jiang standing by the window…”

The more Gu Lanqiu listened, the colder her face became. “Didn’t I say that no sharp things should be left in the hospital room?”

But she quickly thought that Jiang Mengyu usually needed a craft knife when she was painting. Perhaps she had secretly hidden a blade at some point and had not been discovered.

Gu Lanqiu’s temples throbbed. She said coldly to Secretary Zhao, who had rushed over, “Go and get the surveillance footage.”

Gu Lanqiu had had someone install a camera in the hospital room where Jiang Mengyu was staying, and more than one. Originally, it was just in case, but she hadn’t expected it to be of use so soon.

Secretary Zhao quickly retrieved the surveillance footage. One of the cameras was very close to Jiang Mengyu and had captured the scene of her suicide very clearly.

In the video, Jiang Mengyu’s eyes were lifeless. Her eyes were not focused, and it was not known what she was looking at. The despair in her eyes was alarming.

“Lanqiu…”

“Don’t leave me…”

Gu Lanqiu heard Jiang Mengyu’s murmur clearly. She thought of what Jiang Mengyu had said before, “Don’t you die,” and then looked at Jiang Mengyu’s current deeply stimulated appearance.

If Jiang Mengyu was not lying, perhaps in her previous life, she had died in front of Jiang Mengyu?

So Jiang Mengyu was thinking of dying for love?

Gu Lanqiu did not quite believe it.

But the way Jiang Mengyu had stabbed herself with the knife was so decisive, without a single trace of hesitation, just like that night when she had driven her car and crashed, with a ruthless energy of perishing together.

The psychologist said that she was very suppressed.

If Jiang Mengyu was really reborn, and had experienced a great shock before her rebirth, it was indeed possible for her to fall into a state of confusion after her rebirth, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Last time it was a nightmare, this time it was even more direct, directly stabbing herself with a knife.

Fortunately, she had been discovered by the nurse in time.

If no one had seen her, would she have just died like that?

Gu Lanqiu closed her eyes with a headache. She couldn’t just watch her savior die.

What on earth did Jiang Mengyu want to do?