After Awakening Consciousness, I Was Entangled by the White Moonlight Female Supporting Character - Chapter 26

Unable to figure it out, she simply stopped thinking about it.

After all, she now had a new strategy—since romantic progression was the main storyline, she just needed to follow along.

She was also aware of all the key emotional turning points.

So as long as she understood the development of the protagonists’ relationship and made a few small “adjustments,” she could bring everything to a standstill.

Thinking this, Jiang Ciqiu curled her lips slightly and took out her phone to make a call.

If she remembered correctly, the female lead, Yu Zhi, attended the same university as her and was her senior.

She couldn’t leave this to Bai Chen’an—if it involved investigating someone, he would definitely report it to her father.

“Hey, help me look into someone named Yu Zhi, from Huaibei University.”

—

Chu Han emerged from her room, the upper half of the dress she had struggled to change into now almost completely soaked.

The bathroom counter was too high—she couldn’t reach it properly, and in her effort to fetch water, she had ended up spilling most of it on herself.

But changing again would be too much trouble, so she simply didn’t bother. Pushing her wheelchair into the living room, she sighed.

She had actually been awake for a while when she received Jiang Ciqiu’s message about breakfast.

She already knew Jiang Ciqiu wouldn’t lift a finger to help her, but when she realized the woman had already left without a second thought, Chu Han couldn’t deny the anger bubbling inside her.

Was this really okay? After all, wasn’t she in this state because of Jiang Ciqiu?

Jiang Ciqiu, do you really not feel even a little guilty?

Whether the young miss felt guilty or not, Chu Han certainly did—her knee had slammed against the bed frame when she got up, and the pain had nearly made her cry out.

Now, a dark bruise had formed.

It was only the first morning, and already so many things had gone wrong. Chu Han was in an absolutely foul mood—and of course, someone had to pick that exact moment to pester her.

Her phone had been ringing nonstop, but she ignored it, glaring instead at the food container left on the table.

Seriously, Jiang Ciqiu—are you trying to kill me?

The container was placed on the dining table at a reasonable height and position, but given her current streak of bad luck, she didn’t dare reach for it, afraid it might topple and spill all over her again.

Getting ready had already been exhausting enough—she didn’t have the energy to change clothes a second time.

So, she decided to skip breakfast altogether.

Wheeling herself over to the sofa, she turned on the TV.

Glancing at her phone resting on her lap, she saw an unfamiliar number flashing on the screen.

Chu Han never answered calls from unknown numbers—especially not when she was in a terrible mood.

Fortunately, the ringing stopped after a while.

Anyone not saved in her contacts was, by default, unimportant.

Having skipped breakfast, Chu Han watched TV for a bit before deciding to check on her finances. But since she didn’t have a computer, she texted Jiang Ciqiu to ask.

After a long pause, Jiang Ciqiu replied with a single word: “Okay.”

Chu Han wheeled herself into the study—then immediately came back out.

Her face darkened.

Okay? Okay, my ass—there wasn’t even a computer in this house!

Meanwhile, Jiang Ciqiu, who had casually replied with “Okay,” remained completely oblivious. At that moment, she was sitting at her workstation, chatting animatedly with her colleagues.

She stuck to topics they enjoyed—like Jiang Wanhe’s embarrassing secrets.

“Wait, really?”

“Vice President Jiang is actually an S?”

Jiang Ciqiu pressed a finger to her lips and drew out a long, exaggerated “Shhh—”

Putting on an annoyed expression, she said, “Oh, I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant he tends to emotionally torment women in relationships… Forget it, I shouldn’t say more. If this gets out, he’ll blame me.”

The employees wouldn’t let it go—who would pass up juicy gossip about the wealthy? They coaxed Miss Jiang, saying, “Don’t worry, we’re not blabbermouths. We know how to keep things to ourselves and won’t spread it around!”

“Exactly, Ciqiu, you can trust us. Our lips are sealed.”

Jiang Ciqiu smiled, a triumphant glint flashing in her eyes as she deliberately changed the subject. “Let’s not talk about this then. What else do you want to know? I’ll share whatever I can.”

She added one last line: “Just make sure my brother doesn’t find out I was the one who let it slip.”

There was a subtle hint of friendly danger in her tone.

The employees all mimed zipping their lips.

Spreading gossip works on the same principle as “not putting all your eggs in one basket.”

You have to casually mix the information you want to spread with trivial details to achieve your goal safely.

At lunch, Jiang Ciqiu went to the mixed-style restaurant downstairs again. Thankfully, she didn’t run into Jiang Wanhe this time.

While waiting for her food, bored, she stared out the window at the bustling crowd and suddenly remembered Chu Han. Flustered, she quickly pulled out her phone and called her.

The other end took a while to answer.

A cold voice came through: “Jiang Ciqiu.”

Few people addressed the young miss by her full name. The sudden formality gave her goosebumps.

She even felt inexplicably guilty: “W-what?”

As if she’d done something wrong.

But Chu Han didn’t respond.

Jiang Ciqiu grew uneasy. Had she done something again?

Wait, no—she’d left early in the morning and hadn’t done anything, right?

How absurd.

Muttering “annoying woman” under her breath, Jiang Ciqiu ignored her tone and cut straight to the point: “Did you order lunch yet?”

No response.

“No?”

Still no answer.

Jiang Ciqiu said, “Fine, I’ll order for you then. Any dietary restrictions?”

“…”

The young miss nearly gritted her teeth. Pressing her tongue against the roof of her mouth, she forced a smile and calmly said, “Alright, I’ll just order the same as yesterday. That should be fine.”

“Just wait for the delivery and open the door when they knock.”

Then, Jiang Ciqiu expressed her displeasure through action—she hung up without saying goodbye.

Her lips curved slightly as she looked at the ended call screen, feeling much better.

Honestly, how rude could that annoying woman be? Not answering someone’s question was just plain impolite!

So, infuriating!

But soon, the young miss’s quick-changing emotions moved on as delicious food pushed the matter out of her mind.

Along with her irritation, she also forgot about ordering food for Chu Han.

–

Jian Shu had a headache. In just over ten minutes, she’d sighed no less than ten times—almost once a minute.

“Sigh—”

For the sixteenth time, she got up from her office chair and walked over to the short-haired woman sitting on the sofa in the lounge.

“Miss Su, you still need to eat, don’t you?”

The short-haired woman sniffled, her eyes swollen from crying.

“I won’t! How can I afford to eat now? I’m bankrupt!”

Su Huaijin’s father didn’t have many distinctive traits when it came to his daughter, except for one that drove her absolutely crazy—his lightning-fast reflexes.

If he said he’d freeze her card for being late, he’d do it the moment the morning check-in time passed.

Su Huaijin desperately tried calling him, but no matter how many times she dialed, she couldn’t get through.

Completely deflated, she spent the entire morning doing nothing but sitting on the sofa, crying.

Jian Shu had already pulled an all-nighter and only managed two hours of sleep. Listening to her sob all morning left her utterly drained, slowing her work pace significantly.

But since Su Huaijin was the boss’s daughter, she had no choice but to accommodate and coax her.

Rubbing her temples, Jian Shu had a pretty good idea why this was happening and sighed helplessly, “Then let me treat you, okay? You don’t have to pay.”