Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!
Chapter 881: How to Deal with Her Few Younger Brothers?

Chapter 881: Chapter 881: How to Deal with Her Few Younger Brothers?

After settling Jiang Li in the car, Zhao Lang fetched the medical kit from the trunk.

The car door was open, and he crouched down cautiously, applying disinfectant alcohol to Jiang Li’s wound.

From this angle, Jiang Li could just see the top of his head.

His hair swayed slightly under the moonlight, turning as white as snow.

It fell gently like feathers into the bottom of her gaze.

It felt a bit ticklish.

Jiang Li swallowed, her arm instinctively tensing a bit.

Zhao Lang looked up at her.

"What’s wrong? Does it hurt?"

Jiang Li parted her lips slightly.

"Um... no, I was just thinking..."

"About what?"

Jiang Li recalled the scene of being besieged by reporters earlier.

"I was thinking about whether what we’re doing counts as being ambiguous."

Zhao Lang seemingly didn’t expect her to say something like this and froze for a moment.

"You... what do you mean?"

"I don’t mean anything, just that you indeed are quite nice."

Jiang Li pondered over everything that had happened since she met Zhao Lang.

It seemed like every time she needed help, he would appear.

Just like a guardian sent by the ancestor.

She didn’t have high expectations for relationships.

As long as someone fit her mindset, she was content.

And Zhao Lang did fit her preferences in many ways.

So is this considered compensation for a life manipulated by circumstances before?

"I was thinking..." Jiang Li murmured, "that trending topic was indeed arranged by me with the media."

Zhao Lang nodded, "Quite coincidentally, the buzz was funded by me and my grandfather."

Jiang Li: "..."

"The matter has gotten so big, it’s hard to wrap it up now." She said and extended her hand with a slight smile, "Mr. Zhao, let’s continue our collaboration in the future."

Under the dim car lights, Jiang Li’s slightly curved eyes shone like a galaxy.

Zhao Lang instinctively grasped her extended hand.

But before he could speak, the person in front of him suddenly leaned forward and embraced him.

"But this ’contract’ is only temporary. If the second party violates any terms, the first party has the right to terminate the contract, okay?"

Zhao Lang didn’t even catch what Jiang Li was saying.

All he could think about was the scent of roses lingering around her hair.

By the time he realized it, his arms were empty.

Immediately afterward, the car door in front of him closed with a "bang."

Jiang Li’s lazy voice came through the gap.

"Take me back, I’m tired and want to nap."

Even as Zhao Lang started the car, he remained somewhat dazed.

No, no.

Weren’t his plans to wait for an appropriate moment and confess to her himself?

How did he end up in the passive position now?

This doesn’t make sense!

Excited, Zhao Lang’s speed soared to 80 all the way.

His heart rate climbed to a hundred.

In less than half an hour, he arrived at the Jiang family’s gate.

Yawning, Jiang Li rolled down the car window, also a bit surprised.

"We’ve arrived so fast."

Zhao Lang released the steering wheel and looked at her somewhat regretfully.

"Can’t you pretend we haven’t arrived yet and we can take another spin?"

Jiang Li: "..."

"No."

She opened the car door and got out, but before she could stand steadily, a figure emerged from the nearby bushes.

Upon closer inspection.

It was Jiang Cheng in pajamas.

Then, another shadow slowly walked out.

No one else.

It was Jiang Shixu.

Jiang Li calmly watched the two, "Why aren’t you asleep so late?"

Jiang Cheng’s gaze was full of resentment as he looked at Jiang Li after shifting it from Zhao Lang.

"Sister, why are you coming back so late? We’ve all seen the news. Are you okay?"

Jiang Li shook her head, just ready to say something, she suddenly noticed Jiang Shixu starting to cry while staring at her arm.

He carefully approached, lifting Jiang Li’s arm and gently stroking the bandaged wound.

"Sister, you’re hurt? Does it hurt?"

Jiang Li: "I—"

The moment she uttered one word, a figure sprang out from the bushes.

"What? Big sister got hurt?! Which bad guy did this, just let me scare him away!"

The voice belonged to Jiang Bufan, who ran while swinging a branch.

Jiang Li: ?

"Why aren’t you asleep either?"

In the next moment, Jiang Buchen, rubbing his sleepy eyes and holding a dinosaur toy, walked out.

"Brother, are we going back? Hasn’t big sister returned yet?"

Jiang Li: ??

Why is this little one here too?

Seeing Zhao Lang standing next to Jiang Li, Jiang Bufan’s eyes lit up, and he quickly discarded the branch he held.

"Handsome big brother, it’s you! Did you send sister back again?"

Mentioning Zhao Lang changed the dynamics among them instantly.

Jiang Cheng turned and pushed Jiang Li with one hand, driving the two little ones with the other.

"It’s getting late, let’s go back quickly."

As he spoke, he gave Jiang Shixu a look of "you’re responsible for dealing with this guy."

In less than a minute, only two people and a car were left outside the gate.

The night wind was chilly, so Jiang Shixu hugged himself.

Entirely not daring to look up at Zhao Lang, he just stared at his toes.

The two held this silent stand-off for ten minutes.

Finally, Zhao Lang couldn’t help but speak.

"Well... if there’s nothing else, I’ll leave first. Go back quickly, be careful not to catch a cold."

As he said this, he turned and got into the car.

Until he turned the car around and drove onto the main road, Zhao Lang saw Jiang Shixu still standing there like a pillar through the rearview mirror.

Clearly, he was afraid Zhao Lang would suddenly turn back.

Zhao Lang: "...."

Jiang Li is settled now.

But how will he deal with her several younger brothers....

...

....

The next day.

Zicheng Temple.

Xu Mei was seated on a mat in the main hall lecturing his followers when suddenly a group of uniformed police officers burst in.

Leading them was Lin Jingshan.

Xu Mei seemed to recognize him, a flash of panic crossed his eyes but he remained composed sitting on the mat.

"What brings the donor here?"

Lin Jingshan skipped formalities, directly showing his credentials.

"We are from the Mystical Investigation Bureau, currently suspecting you are involved in maliciously placing curses to frame others, please come with us."

Xu Mei’s heart skipped a beat.

Damn it.

Could it be something happened to Su Yinwan?

He forced a calming smile, "Investigator Lin, you must be misunderstanding, I have been teaching in the temple since my return from traveling, hardly stepped foot outside, let alone harm others. Besides, such filthy acts are forbidden in our temple."

Lin Jingshan was accustomed to this scene, knowing Xu Mei was deliberately stalling, he issued orders to clear the temple of incense guests while the remaining officers meticulously searched the place.

Afterward, he raised a piece of paper.

"Do you think we dare to arrest someone without evidence? This paper contains Miss Su’s statements, clearly recording your process of jointly usurping others’ fortunes, do you still plan to deny it?"