Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!
Chapter 590: Are You Angry?

Chapter 590: Chapter 590: Are You Angry?

Night had completely fallen, and a chill hung in the air over Dragon Ridge Lake in the evening.

After everyone had washed up, they hurried into the boathouse, one after another.

Though not spacious inside, it was sufficiently warm and comfortable to accommodate seven people.

Watching as people frantically moved things around inside, and then laid out large, thick blankets, Zhao Lang immediately frowned and pulled Yu Li aside.

"Do you guys always sleep like this?"

Yu Li assumed Zhao Lang was simply not used to such a small place after living in big houses all his life and explained,

"Yes, since space on the boat is limited, we all have to squeeze together. We sleep under the same tent on land too, in order to save resources. Just bear with it for tonight."

As he spoke, he introduced everyone’s sleeping positions in turn.

Zhao Lang clenched his fists slightly tighter and took a deep breath.

Ah Li was going to sleep with these grown men?

That wouldn’t do at all!

Quickly, he racked his brain and soon came up with an ingenious plan.

While everyone was busy tidying up, Zhao Lang went straight to Yu Li and began coughing non-stop.

Sure enough, he quickly drew Yu Li’s attention.

"Coughing so badly, you haven’t caught a cold, have you?"

Zhao Lang coughed again and shook his head, "I—I don’t know, but I feel cold."

Yu Li frowned.

If his grandfather found out that he hadn’t healed someone with a single dose of medicine, he’d definitely be scolded for incompetence.

Thinking this, Yu Li quickly said, "Then later, I will brew some medicine for you. You should get some rest and go to sleep early."

Zhao Lang nodded and then pointed to the innermost spot.

"Can I sleep there? It seems warmer."

Hearing this, Yu Li looked toward the original occupant of that spot—Jiang Li.

The next second, the other few looked at him as well, their eyes pleading.

Jiang Li: "..."

"Let him sleep there if he wants."

Yes!

Zhao Lang secretly rejoiced in his heart, then coughed his way to lie down.

Jiang Li gave a cold snort, turned around with his clothes, and walked out.

After tidying up, everyone laid down one after another.

The boat did not require the steadiness of the shore; the small raft rocked back and forth, which was particularly sleep-inducing, and soon the cabin was filled with the sound of even breathing.

Except for Zhao Lang.

He lay staring blankly at the ceiling with wide eyes, waiting until his wristwatch showed ten o’clock, and still, no one lay down next to him.

Zhao Lang was growing impatient.

Even washing clothes shouldn’t take this long, right?

He waited until the live broadcast had ended before he finally lifted the blanket, got up, and tiptoed out.

Jiang Li stood at the stern of the boat.

The moonlight enveloped her, making her already slender figure appear even more ethereal.

Her fair skin was covered in a layer of luminous glow beneath the moon, radiant and pristine, as if she would merge with the delicate light at any moment.

On countless nights in Chixia Village, he had stood on the second floor just like this, gazing at her.

Gazing at the unreachable her.

Zhao Lang was irresistibly drawn to her, and after a low cough, he walked up behind her.

Jiang Li, as if she had been waiting for him all along, slowly turned around and looked him up and down, speaking in a tone that was hard to decipher:

"Long time no see, Zhao Lang."

Zhao Lang was taken aback, seemingly unused to hearing his name from her lips; his ears then began to warm with a spreading heat.

"Cough cough, turns out you recognized me long ago."

"Mr. Zhao, you’re really underestimating me." Jiang Li said while twirling the Buddha Beads on her wrist, "I am part of the Xuan Sect, and even if my skills are not finely honed, the ability to discern one’s Fate and recognize faces is still within my grasp. Even if you were to turn into a handful of white dust one day, I would still be able to identify you."

At that moment, Zhao Lang finally understood.

"Are you angry with me?"

First surprised, then he actually burst into laughter.

"You’re angry, you’re actually angry. It’s good that you’re angry."

Being angry meant that she still cared about him; what he feared most was her indifference during the day.

Looking at the way the other party suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter, Jiang Li fiercely knitted her brows.

A lunatic?

Happy about her being angry?

Jiang Li turned away, her face stern, "When did you return from abroad? And why did you come here?"

Zhao Lang moved beside her and, lifting an eyebrow, said, "Isn’t Miss Jiang part of the Xuan Sect? Can’t you figure this out?"

Jiang Li rolled her eyes, "Don’t want to think."

Zhao Lang chuckled, "What if I say I came back a week ago and went straight to Dragon Ridge Island and it was all to find you, would you believe me?"

"I don’t believe you."

"Isn’t that a bit too quick of a response?"

Jiang Li was silent for two seconds.

"I don’t believe you."

Zhao Lang: "....."

Zhao Lang, feeling dejected, shook his head and teased, "You really are no fun."

"Alright, I did have another purpose for coming to the island; you should be able to guess it."

Jiang Li looked at him, and when their eyes met, countless pieces of information were confirmed in their silent exchange, as if hearts and minds were aligned.

"Is it Feng Shui?"

Zhao Lang smiled, "That’s right. My Ah Li is still so clever."

"I wanted to ask you about that." Jiang Li turned to face him, her eyes a calm hue, "So, your real identity is actually that of the young master of the Capital’s Gu Family, Gu Yu? And your grandfather is that wealthy magnate Gu Shengrong?"

"That’s right. If Ah Li wants to listen, I can explain everything to you, including how I ended up in Chixia Village. There were some things I couldn’t explain before due to certain issues, but it’s different now."

Jiang Li smiled a bit, "I think before, you didn’t trust me, did you?"

Zhao Lang: "Um...."

"Has anyone ever told you that being able to see into people’s hearts is a very terrifying talent?"

Jiang Li raised her hand, "It’s okay, I understand. After all, everyone has their secrets that can’t be spoken of. Besides, if I wanted to know, I could just get your Four Pillars of Destiny and calculate it myself; no need for all these complications."

"However..." Jiang Li looked at him, her gaze direct, "Why is it different now?"

Under the moonlight, her eyes shimmered like stars, causing Zhao Lang’s heart to skip a beat.

"Because..." he met her gaze seriously, "because we have survived life and death together, in my heart, you’re already the most trustworthy person in this world."

Jiang Li wasn’t expecting such an answer, and was a little surprised, "Do you trust someone so easily? I think there must have been others who have saved your life too, right?"

"It’s different."

That was the accumulated depth of seven lifetimes of both bliss and hardship.

How could that be compared to others?

"That’s true." Jiang Li’s gaze shifted to his chest, "I can see that it saved your life again."

Zhao Lang reached for the small triangle charm sealed over his heart, a light swirling in his eyes.

"Of course, that’s why I came here especially to thank you."