Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat! Chapter 486 - 43: The Cannon Fodder Stepsister Doesn’t Want

"For , you got an early admission to the dical school... why?"

Jiang Ci looked seriously at Jiang Lai, eagerly waiting for an answer.

At this mont, Jiang Lai turned around, and in the "whooshing" evening wind, she spoke earnestly.

"Because it’s my debt to you."

"What do you an?"

Jiang Lai looked into his eyes and candidly told him everything she knew.

"Do you know how my mom and your dad reconnected after so many years since their separation in their youth?"

These were words Jiang Ci didn’t want to hear; he just wanted one answer.

But since the person sitting in front of him was Jiang Lai, he had enough patience to listen to what she was going to say next.

"Because of a car accident."

Jiang Lai pointed at Jiang Ci’s eyes.

"Your eyes went blind in that car accident. The person who hit your car was my dad. At the ti, he was driving too fast to take to the hospital and didn’t notice the traffic lights."

"My dad died, but the debt he left wasn’t repaid, so I’m here to repay it."

Every word was related to him, yet Jiang Ci felt like he was listening to soone else’s story as events from years ago were brought up from Jiang Lai’s mouth, everything feeling like a dream.

Jiang Ci clearly heard sothing shatter deep inside him.

He looked at Jiang Lai, and the fleeting thought was that her concern for him was just to compensate for the past mistake.

"Just because of this?"

Jiang Lai nodded.

"Yes, I owe you, and I have to repay you."

"What you owe ..."

Jiang Ci looked deeply at Jiang Lai.

"So, you have no other feelings for ?"

"Sibling love? Jiang Ci, don’t tell you like ."

Jiang Lai’s tone carried so amusent, creating a relaxed conversation environnt, yet Jiang Ci felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

"I’ll handle my own eyes. I don’t need your pity and sense of owing."

He didn’t want this forced bond with Jiang Lai; he despised Jiang Lai’s tone of compensatory sympathy.

Jiang Lai seed unaware of his emotions and continued to look out at the scenery.

"Suddenly, there’s no goal. Ah... how will I spend the coming days?"

Truly boring.

Jiang Lai obviously knew that Jiang Ci had feelings for her, but so what? Whom he liked was his affair. Just because that person was her didn’t an Jiang Lai had to trouble herself.

After all, she had already compensated him enough.

All these years of hard work were ant to give Jiang Ci a thrilling competition, weren’t they?

He found a direction for struggle and aning in effort, gaining enough excitent and joy, and finally, he got into his favorite university to study his favorite major and pursued a career he planned to undertake for a lifeti.

How could that not count as compensation?

Anyway, the task progress bar was nearly full.

Just one step away; once his eyes were healed, Jiang Lai could finally relax completely.

So, she chose to study dicine, chose the most relevant major, and continued to work hard with the goal of curing Jiang Ci’s eyes.

Jiang Lai’s excellence remained unchanged in university; she was still the top of her class, described by teachers as soone who could sit on the sidelines and was best suited for scientific research.

In her second year of dical school, Mao Fang passed away.

Everyone was ntally prepared, and with no regrets, Jiang Lai stayed by the bedside to accompany Mao Fang through her final monts.

That task was considered complete because without Jiang Lai, Mao Fang would have left more painfully.

This dignified and gentle departure, how could it not be seen as a form of salvation?

In her sixth year of dical school, Jiang Lai found a cure for Jiang Ci.

During this ti, Jiang Ci had already graduated, founded his own internet company, and attained great success within less than two years of entrepreneurship.

In the seventh year of her integrated bachelor’s and master’s program, Jiang Lai went into the operating room.

During her doctoral studies, she was already capable of independently completing surgeries proficiently. When ensuring everything was without any risk, she proactively sought out Jiang Ci.

They hadn’t seen each other for nearly three years; the last ti was during the school anniversary event, where they were invited back as outstanding graduates to give speeches.

On that day, Jiang Ci confessed to her, only to be flatly rejected by Jiang Lai without hesitation.

Afterwards, he disappeared.

This ti when they t, the bangs that always covered Jiang Ci’s left eye were gone, replaced by short and neat hair, and the eye removed after the car accident was now replaced with a prosthetic eye, whose only function was its appearance.

Even so, his eyes still looked sowhat peculiar.

"What is it? Are you still trying to persuade to undergo the surgery?"

Jiang Ci guessed what Jiang Lai was thinking, his expression calm, but beneath that steady deanor was the pent-up oppression and madness of a long-awaited reunion.

He looked at her.

"You haven’t changed at all. Still like you were in high school."

"You’ve changed a lot. Does the prosthetic eye work well?"

"I’m afraid it might scare people, affecting business; it’s not really about its functionality."

With that, he poured Jiang Lai a cup of tea.

"I won’t give you the opportunity to compensate ."

His tone was calm.

"This eye belongs solely to our mory, the pain you’ve brought ensuring you’ll never forget that I exist in your life."

"Jiang Lai, you don’t love . Despite loving you so much, you chose Shen Weizhou, that loser."

The man before her, beneath his cultured and handso exterior, hid a long-suppressed obsession and sinister nature as he looked at Jiang Lai with a gaze both greedy and cold.

"I hope you’ll always rember how this eye went blind, that you’ll never find peace. My face will be everywhere in the world, so you can’t escape, no matter where you hide."

"Jiang Lai, I hate you for making love you so much, yet never giving any chance."

Jiang Ci had always been soone who went to any lengths and had little moral bottom line or sense of right and wrong, following only what he learned from the law growing up, beyond that having little human empathy or compassion.

This brought him enormous success.

But it also left a growing emptiness inside him.

He wanted sothing to fill the void deep in his soul, so he set his sights on Jiang Lai.

The last two years of high school were the most fulfilling and joyous years he’d ever had, brought to him by Jiang Lai.

She pulled him out of darkness and then rcilessly pushed him back.

He hoped Jiang Lai would suffer remorse for life, but he had underestimated her.

The woman across from him smiled wryly.

"You think too highly of . My desire to help you has nothing to do with conscience but just finding sothing to do for myself."

"If you stay blind your whole life, I wouldn’t feel a shred of guilt. Jiang Ci, you don’t even know , yet you talk of love. How laughable those words sound in my ears."

He actually thought she would harbor guilt.

Unfortunately, Jiang Lai did not.

Not in the slightest.

Upon saying that, she got up, her eyes curved in a smile, looking at Jiang Ci.