Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!-Chapter 692: My Ideal Type is Assistant He

Zhao Lang’s gaze stayed fixed ahead as he gripped the steering wheel tighter, and finally asked with a hint of grievance,

"When did you and Shang Shaobai start dating? How long have you been together?"

Jiang Li: ?

Under the night lights, Zhao Lang’s handsome profile was cast in a faint silhouette, tinged with traces of pity.

Jiang Li had never seen him like this and found it quite amusing. She shifted in her seat and said with half-closed eyes, "We’ve never dated. The reason I rejected him is that I’m already married."

Right at that moment, they hit a red light, and Zhao Lang braked hard, stopping the car.

"You’re married? To whom?"

Jiang Li nodded absentmindedly but did not speak.

After a while, Zhao Lang’s muffled voice came through, and it took Jiang Li a long time to discern that he was asking,

"Being a mistress isn’t illegal, right?"

Just as she was about to retort, Zhao Lang’s cell phone rang, and he quickly turned on Bluetooth and put on his headset.

It was a call from the old master.

As soon as Zhao Lang answered, he was interrogated, "How did it go? Have you solved it?"

"Solved it."

Gu Shengrong finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Good, if it’s solved, then don’t worry about here. We’re almost finished dining and getting ready to head back."

"Okay, I’ll take Ah Li home and then head back."

There was a pause before Gu Shengrong coldly huffed out a question,

"So, when are you planning to propose?"

Zhao Lang: "...."

He glanced at Jiang Li in the passenger seat through the rearview mirror and cleared his throat, "These things can’t be rushed."

He quickly ended the call after saying that.

Indeed, they couldn’t be rushed, especially since Zhao Lang had very clearly felt Jiang Li’s displeasure back at the restaurant.

"I was joking," Jiang Li suddenly said.

"What?"

"I mean, when I said I was married, it was a joke."

"I know," Zhao Lang’s lips curled up slightly. "Because you’re not even of legal marriage age yet."

Jiang Li: "....."

Sure enough, she must have had too much to drink; otherwise, she wouldn’t have made such a glaring slip-up.

This was a topic best avoided.

Jiang Li simply coughed to shift the conversation.

"Oh yes, did you find out where those wolves on the island came from?"

Zhao Lang smiled silently, not exposing her little ploy, but instead followed her lead, "Found out."

"Were they Jin Siyue’s doing?"

"How did you know?"

"I cast a divination and saw that there was trouble in your ’villain’s palace.’ Thinking about who would do something so foolish and brazen against you, it could only be him."

Zhao Lang couldn’t hold back and laughed out loud.

Others always said the Eldest Miss Jiang was graceful and proper, yet sometimes her words were shockingly blunt.

"However..." Jiang Li lightly cast another divination, "his current position is in the Northwest, by the water. Seems like he might have left the country."

"Indeed, Master Jiang outdoes us all. He had left even before we returned," Zhao Lang said. "But don’t worry, my men have been monitoring him. I’m busy with other matters and don’t have time to settle scores with him."

"What’s going on? Ran into trouble?"

"Something like that," Zhao Lang’s expression became serious, "and I was actually about to ask you."

"Hmm?"

"Do you know anything about witchcraft from Southern Fujian?"

Jiang Li furrowed her brow as a buried memory resurfaced.

During the founding years of Daqi, there had been a craze for witchcraft among the people, which was later exploited by those with ulterior motives, almost leading to war.

Her master had become the State Preceptor because of his contributions in quelling witchcraft.

Although she became his disciple after that, she had heard a bit about it.

Witchcraft, though a part of the Xuan Sect, is harmful in every way and has no benefits.

The word "witchcraft" itself implies bewitching people, especially when it falls into the wrong hands—the damage isn’t minor.

"Why are you suddenly asking about this?" Jiang Li countered with a question of her own.

In her mind, such things couldn’t possibly exist in the Capital.

"Do you remember Zhuola, the one who is always with Shang Shaojing?" Zhao Lang slowed the car a bit. "She was also at the bottom of Dragon Ridge Lake. Before the show ended, I had Pei Ye bring her back. She confessed that she overheard this from her master, who happens to be a very skilled Feng Shui Master."

"But even more formidable is witchcraft."

Jiang Li frowned even deeper.

A person skilled in both Feng Shui and witchcraft?

That meant he really wasn’t ordinary.

And his intentions likely weren’t ordinary either.

Otherwise, how could he possibly have connections to the evil town?

Jiang Li sat up straight. "Do you suspect that the curse placed on your family is related to her master?"

"Yes, that’s why I sent Pei Ye and Zhou Xu to Southern Fujian a few days ago."

"Just the two of them?"

"Yes."

Jiang Li’s brow creased with worry.

"They might be in danger then."

"Why?"

"Troublesome people come from troubled lands."

That has been the saying since ancient times.

The mountain villages in Southern Fujian have never been peaceful, not to mention the involvement of witchcraft.

Even her master had almost lost his life there and ultimately passed away due to the lingering illness he contracted there.

Even if Pei Ye was skilled in martial arts, it would be hard for him to ward off those who practiced witchcraft.

Having listened to Jiang Li, Zhao Lang realized he may have been too careless this time and quickly made several phone calls.

It took him about ten minutes before he finally removed his headset.

"I’ve arranged for He Pingzhang to send over more manpower. This time we’re just gathering information without causing any disturbances, so there shouldn’t be any problems."

"Alright, warn them to be extremely careful. If any conflicts arise, the best strategy is to leave. They must avoid direct confrontations at all costs."

"Got it." Zhao Lang paused for a moment and then sighed suddenly. "Ah, Miss Jiang is so concerned about everyone. Why don’t you show some concern for me?"

Jiang Li glanced at him. "Someone who drives a twenty-million car doesn’t need my concern."

Zhao Lang: "...."

It seems I should still drive a Wuling Hongguang next time I go out.

"So... can I ask you a question?"

"Ask." Jiang Li was unusually patient, "Considering that four million."

With a tighter grip on the steering wheel, Zhao Lang asked, "What... what are your standards for a marriage partner?"

Jiang Li scanned him again. "Why is Young Master Gu so interested in my personal matters?"

"It’s nothing, I just want to understand you better." Zhao Lang decided to be direct.

Jiang Li laughed and actually gave it some serious thought. "Actually, it’s quite simple. Someone like Assistant He would do."

With a screech, Zhao Lang stopped the car abruptly at the side of the road, looking unbelievably at Jiang Li.

"What did you just say?"

Jiang Li blinked. "I said Assistant He is pretty much my ideal type."

"Why, why, why?" Zhao Lang’s words were nearly squeezed through his teeth.

Jiang Li actually started counting on her fingers seriously.

"Firstly, Assistant He looks decent, so the offspring won’t look bad. Secondly, Assistant He is smart, so our children’s education won’t be an issue. Thirdly, Assistant He is capable of doing anything, which means less worries when dealing with things. Being his wife would probably mean almost no worries at all. Lastly, about wealth, you mentioned before, didn’t you? Assistant He earns eight hundred thousand a month, with a year-end bonus. That salary is already beyond the vast majority of people."