After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 11

Song Xingzi frowned deeply, feeling that the revolution had not yet succeeded and that comrades still needed to strive harder.

Ji Ruyue slowly held the spoon, took a few more sips of the porridge, looked at the distressed Song Xingzi, and pointed to the pine nut candy in the small white-and-gold-rimmed porcelain plate. “One more.”

Jiji? The Second Female Lead likes sweets! No, it must be because my pine nut candy is peerless, and it successfully cured her bad habit of being a picky eater and not eating properly!

Song Xingzi excitedly filled in the blanks, overjoyed. She quickly pinched a candy and delivered it to Ji Ruyue’s mouth, her face beaming with smiles.

One candy, a few sips of porridge. Going back and forth like this, Ji Ruyue astonishingly finished a bowl of porridge for the first time! This delighted the “old mother” Song Xingzi to no end. She was moved to tears. Only after watching Ji Ruyue finish did she pick up her own bowl to eat.

Ji Ruyue returned after washing her face to find Song Xingzi putting the pine nut candy, bowl, and spoon away. She frowned, took a few extra glances at the pink insulated container, then slowly walked to the bedside, standing next to Song Xingzi and looking down at her.

The heroine’s cooking skills are truly excellent. Could this be the real reason for her suffering all these years?

Ji Ruyue was guessing the reason. Song Xingzi felt her gaze, looked up, and gave her a sweet smile.

Then, thinking of her acting skills and the few scripts Lín Shū had selected for her—each one featuring an important supporting female role—she felt that this was a waste of resources and would cost a demon its life. She said with a crestfallen face, “Young Miss Ji, I… I really don’t deserve your meticulous effort in training me.”

Seeing Song Xingzi’s slumped head and her apologies, Ji Ruyue knew she was about to mention the mandatory classes again. Ji Ruyue sat down, prepared to listen to the heroine’s self-pity and watch her performance.

“I really feel like I might not be suitable to be an actress. I haven’t seen any improvement after studying for so long. I… I feel so guilty.” Mimicking the kind and timid manner of the original host, Song Xingzi rubbed the corner of her wet eye and cautiously glanced at Ji Ruyue, who was quietly listening to her rambling.

The Second Female Lead is truly a good person. Even though her heart is wounded these days, and she’s not as fashionable as she was in the novel, she remains quiet, gentle, and patient, and she doesn’t mind that I’m poor and stupid. (Though the stupidity is fake, the Second Female Lead doesn’t know that.)

Song Xingzi mused, then intensified her effort: “Even the teacher said I’m not cut out for this profession and told me to quit. Am I too trashy? Have I embarrassed you? Wuwuwu…”

Ji Ruyue tilted her head, observing Song Xingzi’s pitiful, tear-streaked look, on the verge of crying but not quite, and asked confusedly, “It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

Song Xingzi was deeply moved. For a moment, she forgot her original intention of reasonably dissuading the Second Female Lead from wanting her to pursue an entertainment career. She grabbed Ji Ruyue’s cold hand and said tearfully, “Jì Jì, you are so good! I feel so incredibly guilty! You’re in the hospital, not earning a salary, and yet you still have to support me! Wuwuwu…”

The Second Female Lead is so kind to me, and instead of working hard to act and earn money, I keep trying to run away. Wuwuwu, I really shouldn’t! I’m not a grateful, good demon anymore! Wuwuwu, it’s all because the Second Female Lead is too kind!

Song Xingzi’s hand was dry and warm, still carrying residual sugar powder. The contact between her fingertips and the back of Ji Ruyue’s hand was smooth and comfortable. Ji Ruyue, unaccustomed, pulled her hand out and sat up stiffly.

“It’s fine.”

Ji Ruyue couldn’t understand the source of Song Xingzi’s tears, but the heroine in every life was always this emotional, fragile, and easily bullied, so Song Xingzi’s tears were not surprising. However, being held so enthusiastically and dependently by the heroine made her quite uncomfortable.

Her cold, soft hand was suddenly pulled away. Song Xingzi awkwardly sniffled, then remembered the scripts Lín Shū had given her. She was debating whether she should ask the Second Female Lead for her opinion when she heard Ji Ruyue add, “I’m being discharged tonight. Zhang Yuán will pick me up.”

“Ah?” Song Xingzi looked lost, then immediately thought of her recent complaints. Did the Second Female Lead decide to be discharged early because she was worried about my concerns about money?

Song Xingzi, who was overthinking, had tearful eyes: “Jì Jì, you don’t have to do this.” I will act properly. The worst-case scenario is I learn acting while opening a stir-fried nuts shop to earn money. Don’t force your body.

Ji Ruyue, who only intended to be discharged to follow the plot and was never actually ill, was confused. “Did Zhang Yuán come with you? The scheduled time was 7:00 PM. He should be here by now.”

“Ah, ah? Zhang Yuán? No, I came by myself,” Song Xingzi said blankly. As early as when she was studying for the “Human Residency Permit,” she had already learned how to drive a tractor, push a flatbed cart, and ride a bicycle. Driving was such a small matter that she didn’t need anyone’s help.

Speaking of the devil, while the two were discussing Zhang Yuán, Zhang Yuán pushed the door open, panting, and ran in. “President, whew—I’m late. The traffic was terrible.”

Ji Ruyue got out of bed. “No matter. It’s not late.”

Zhang Yuán took several deep breaths before his breathing stabilized. “President, the discharge procedures have been completed. Will you return to Jǐnghóng Fāng first or go to the company?”

Song Xingzi, who was determined to properly repay the kindness, looked worriedly at Ji Ruyue. “Do you have to go to the company right after being discharged?”

Ji Ruyue replied indifferently to Zhang Yuán, “Return to Jǐnghóng Fāng. I’ve been handling company matters these past few days anyway, so it doesn’t matter if I go or not.”

My goodness! Is this a real-life version of the monarch abandoning morning court from now on? Wuwuwu, the little white flower is too powerful! A single sentence changed the President’s mind!

“Understood, President.” Zhang Yuán agreed. “I will drive you and Miss Song back first. I’ll have someone else tidy up the ward belongings and send them back to Jǐnghóng Fāng.”

Song Xingzi weakly raised her hand. “Um, I also drove a car here.”

Doesn’t that mean I can’t go back with Jì Jì? No, I have to repay her kindness!

Song Xingzi, dominated by the desire to repay the kindness, saw her address for Ji Ruyue skyrocket from “Second Female Lead” and “Young Miss Ji” to the incredibly intimate “Jì Jì.” She herself (the demon) adapted well to this and didn’t feel anything was inappropriate.

“Then Miss Song, you can either give me the key, and I’ll send someone to drive it back for you, or Miss Song can drive back herself?”

Heh, the little white flower is making her move! I won’t let you succeed!

Song Xingzi decisively handed her Porsche sports car key to Zhang Yuán. “Thank you for the trouble! Thank you!”

Zhang Yuán stiffly accepted the key. I have to take another trip!

The three of them got into Ji Ruyue’s black Maybach. Zhang Yuán naturally took the driver’s seat, while Ji Ruyue and Song Xingzi sat in the back.

At 7:00 PM in the winter, the capital’s sky was completely dark. The colorful neon lights reflected on the car window. Ji Ruyue’s gaze passed over the window, looking into the distance, finding that the pitch-black sky and the flashing lights resembled a well-used color palette, with various colors interwoven, consumed, or standing out against the tragic black.

Song Xingzi sat next to her, hesitating for a long time, but still chose to discuss it with Ji Ruyue. After all, she decided to act for the sake of repaying kindness, so it wouldn’t hurt to ask the object of her gratitude what role to choose.

“Jì Jì, Lín Shū sent me a few scripts: The Empress Chef of the Deep Palace, The Youth Dream Chaser, and Just Love. They all have pretty important roles. The first one is about… my acting is bad, Jì Jì. Which one do you think I should choose?”

Song Xingzi’s face was reflected on the car window. Her clean, pure appearance floated above the bizarre world, seeming illusory and unreal. Ji Ruyue turned her head and looked at her. “The first one. I’ll act in it with you.”

“Ah?” Song Xingzi’s eyes widened. Today, Jì Jì not only ate properly but also said something so heartwarming as offering to act with me! Wuwuwu, this is, this is, this is too wonderful!

“No, no need,” Song Xingzi, who had already decided to act properly, quickly waved her hand. Although the “Mom” in her was happy to hear such heartwarming words, Jì Jì had her own things to do and shouldn’t sacrifice her preferences to indulge her. Besides, it was no big deal for a single squirrel to act alone! She had learned from her Fox Sister, the “drama queen,” so impersonating a human was a basic operation. And she learned things very quickly; she just hadn’t wanted to learn before.

“Jì Jì, you have a lot of things to do. Just be busy with your own matters.”

Heh, the little white flower’s ‘advance by retreating’ tactic is becoming even more flawless! But I don’t believe the President will be confused by her! After all, isn’t earning money much more comfortable than accompanying a spouse?

However, the slap in the face came as fast as a tornado. Zhang Yuán saw in the rearview mirror the President gently caressing her forehead with one hand, saying with a doting expression, “I just want to act. You don’t need to feel pressured.”

Zhang Yuán expressionlessly turned the corner, acting as if he couldn’t hear the conversation in the back seat at all.

Wuwuwu! The President’s damned charm! I can’t take it! I must make the little white flower agree to her!

Song Xingzi’s thought process connected with Zhang Yuán’s fiber optic cable and rapidly expanded, filling in the blanks about Ji Ruyue’s kind heart, her eagerness to help others, and her selfless adherence to traditional Chinese virtues. Then, with tears in her eyes, she grabbed Ji Ruyue’s hand. “Jì Jì, you truly are a good person! Then we’ll act together! You play the heroine, and I’ll play your little maid!”

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Giving a ‘good person card’ and then inviting the President to play dress-up and a master-servant game. The little white flower is clever!

Zhang Yuán stopped the car at a red light, his face completely calm, as if he were deaf and heard nothing.

Ji Ruyue pulled her hand away. She was still unaccustomed to the heroine’s emotional acts of wanting close contact. Shaking her head, she said, “It’s fine. You choose the role. You don’t necessarily have to listen to Lín Shū. I don’t want to play the heroine either.”

With that, Ji Ruyue turned to look out the car window again, leaving Song Xingzi to struggle with the decision by herself.

The Empress Chef of the Deep Palace was the first drama Song Xingzi received after getting together with Li Yeběi. In every life, she would play the Emperor’s “white moonlight” concubine, a character who, like her, was kind-hearted, pure, and weak. She stood out in the court of ferocious women, helping the newly arrived female lead multiple times, but was ultimately misunderstood by the Emperor and took her own life in despair.

She would become instantly famous with this role, an authentic portrayal, only to be swallowed by the darkness later.

As they talked, the car drove into the residential area. Song Xingzi finally made up her mind to fully follow Ji Ruyue’s lead. She sent a message to Lín Shū confirming the script and also mentioned Ji Ruyue’s desire to join the production crew, asking if there was a suitable, related role for both her and Ji Ruyue to play together.

Receiving a message from the unmanageable artist, Lín Shū was contemplating how to persuade her to study hard and work harder, making her understand that clinging to a powerful figure wasn’t a long-term solution, when he saw a series of earnest inquiries.

Lín Shū turned around and checked the name and the previous conversations again: “Squirrel is Me,” it was Song Xingzi, alright. Why did she suddenly have a change of heart?