Mother fan Transmigrates as the Villainess - Chapter 2.1
Chapter 2 – A mother fan’s glory and fame can be hidden.
Although she knew that Jiang Lu wouldn’t show a good expression of the original body, she didn’t expect to be hated and rejected to this extent.
But… she could also understand it. After all, this character “Qi Anan” in the original novel, since she appeared, she didn’t do anything to make people feel good. She was shallow; she barely cared about the flesh, undisguised contempt and condescension.
Jiang Lu continued to walk forward; not even a look was presented.
Qi Anan thought for a moment, ran to the store down the street and bought a black square box, and ran over to follow Jiang Lu once again:
“…Jiang Lu, put the cat here.” She called out the cub’s name directly for the first time and was a little nervous.
Jiang Lu didn’t speak. While Qi Anan recalled the plot, she looked for a way to make amends: “Don’t take what I said before to heart. I was wrong. I just want to be friends with you. I promise there’s no other meaning!”
“I’ll definitely not say those messed-up words in the future.”
“How about I help you hold it for a while?”
Jiang Lu didn’t even look back, but Qi Anan was like a super fan meeting her idol and didn’t miss any other party’s expressions.
She could see clearly. After she leaned over and chattered for a long time, Jiang Lu’s dark and sharp eyebrows gradually frowned, and his steps were faster than now.
She was probably annoying him to death.
Fearing it would backfire and make her cub hate her even more, Qi Anan fell a few steps behind and didn’t follow too closely.
She watched from afar as Jiang Lu walked to the little woods behind the school and stopped by a peach tree. He squatted down and slowly put the kitten on the soft grass.
Jiang Lu took out a clean cloth from his bag, carefully unfolded it bit by bit, placed the kitten in the middle, and wrapped it up very gently.
Qi Anan hid to the side and watched him distressedly. The young man had a thin body, and the shape of his shoulder blades was outlined in his school uniform when he leaned over. When he buried the kitten silently, his back was silent.
The cub in the early stage was so pitiful… Qi Anan thought; although he didn’t drive her away again, he treated her as if she were air. Even when she was treated like air, it didn’t matter. But if he cried, she would certainly not be able to resist rushing up, handing him tissues, racking her brains thinking of words to comfort him.
However, she thought too much; Jiang Lu never cried.
From this perspective, the sunset afterglow dappled from the gap in the leaves. His side face was mixed with brightness and darkness; without the sadness belonging to his age, his expression was almost indifferent.
Except for the movements of his hands, they were still gentle and careful.
Qi Anan watched Jiang Lu wash off the blood stains on her hands casually by the stream and returned the same way in silence. She was thinking, well, it would take a long time, and she needed to get closer to the cub little by little… Suddenly she blinked.
She patted her head and followed Jiang Lu from a distance.
Jiang Lu only washed his hands by the stream. He had been holding the kitten in his arms just now, and there was a large area of dark red blood on his chest. He met a few neighbors on the way, and they all showed disgust when they saw him, making no effort when walking around him as if they would get dirty when they got close.
Jiang Lu looked as usual. When he walked to the door, he paused and glanced back.
There was no one around behind him.
His pupils were dark, showing a mocking expression. He curled his lips slightly, turned, and walked into the house.
The door was unlocked; Jiang Lu pushed the door in. The unspeakable smell made him close his eyes and turn back towards the bedroom. The woman reclining on the sofa suddenly spoke: “Where have you been? Didn’t I tell you that Brother Wang came over today, and he wanted to see you?”
Jiang Lu lifted his eyelids. The woman on the sofa opposite was in a laidback posture, with unkempt hair and a rich blush on her beautiful face. One of her legs was exposed from the split skirt, which was thin, white, and straight.
Jiang Lu held his disgust: “I’ll move out soon.”
“Did you rent a house? Where did you get the money?” The woman laughed with an ambiguous expression. “You’re not being held outside, are you?”
Jiang Lu smiled: “Qin Meng, I don’t want to be a w̲h̲o̲r̲e̲ for the time being.”
Qin Meng laughed loudly: “Don’t look down on w̲h̲o̲r̲e̲s̲. Son, you’re a son of a w̲h̲o̲r̲e̲. Look at this little face with red lips and white teeth. Where would you get such a beautiful face without me?”
“Sister Wu has mentioned several times that you can go to her directly to get the first bill. With a face like that, why are you studying? How old are you? Hmm, you look like eighteen, just right to fool around.”
It was absurd and dirty, and it felt disgusting to say one more word to her. The next moment Jiang Lu looked away and turned back to the bedroom.
Saying that it was a bedroom wasn’t exactly right. Looking around, it was more like a utility room. Only a bed was placed in the corner, which could barely be a place to live.
Jiang Lu just sat down on the edge of the bed. A small furry head peeked out of the gap behind the bed and let out a soft “meow.”
His fingers moved subconsciously.
The little kitten crawled over and waved a pair of fleshy claws coquettishly, but after plowing for a long time, she didn’t see the two-legged beast in front of her to take care of it.
“Meow?” The little kitten arched around Jiang Lu even more vigorously.
Finally, Jiang Lu’s gaze fell on the coquettish little thing. He raised his hand and gently rubbed his clean, slender fingers on his furry round head.
Jiang Lu stood up haughtily and found a small cardboard box from a pile of miscellaneous items. He folded up his clean bed sheets, padded them inside the cardboard box, put the kitten inside, and carried the cardboard box out the door.
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