After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 2

“Jiji, why is she here? Why is she calling me that?”

A trace of confusion flashed across Ji Ruyue’s eyes, which were as still and dead as a dried-up pool. She turned her head and pushed Song Xingzi away.

Why was Song Xingzi here? She should be in Li Yeběi’s bed right now. What was going on? Why wasn’t I continuing to walk forward? Was the story stuck because the heroine wasn’t staying obediently in her room?

Ji Ruyue’s eyes were deep and emotionless, yet she wore a bright, arrogant smile on her face, like a puppet on a string. Under the direction of the mastermind, her movements were exaggerated and unnatural, making her appear very strange, but the person following behind her seemed oblivious, standing obediently in place.

Ji Ruyue cautiously reached out to support Song Xingzi, her eyes blank. Perhaps this is just a glitch. I still can’t move freely on the stage. The moment I reach out, she’ll suddenly disappear, return to Li Yeběi’s bed, and continue the unfinished plot.

Song Xingzi submissively allowed herself to be held, leaning her head against Ji Ruyue’s body without any resistance.

I can actually move freely? Ji Ruyue’s pupils slightly dilated. She held Song Xingzi and remained silent.

Song Xingzi’s body was limp, leaning half-unconscious in Ji Ruyue’s arms. After Song Xingzi was steady, Ji Ruyue lightly patted her face a few times. “Do you know me?”

The sudden touch of the cold hand instantly cleared Song Xingzi’s scattered consciousness a little. Ji Ruyue was looking at her intently. Song Xingzi looked up and met her gaze, biting hard on the tip of her tongue. The metallic taste of blood immediately filled her mouth, giving her the necessary jolt to manage a coherent sentence: “A young talent of outstanding beauty and spirit. Which person does not know of the great bearing of the young Miss Ji?”

A young talent of outstanding beauty and spirit, is that what they call me?

Ji Ruyue nodded. In truth, she no longer remembered her own childhood and youth. The passage of time was long, and every time the cycle ended, she would open her eyes and find herself in this exact banquet, immediately appearing in this fiery red dress, acting loud and foolish, shouting the scumbag’s name on the lower floor of the hotel.

It was as if she had appeared out of thin air—born as the ‘Young Miss Ji’ that everyone called brilliant and arrogant, but someone who was madly infatuated with a scumbag—Li Yeběi, who already had a sweetheart. To be with him, she would fight for his affection, stop at nothing, and eventually end up with her family ruined and her life destroyed.

She had to silently and obediently walk through the following path again and again. Only then could she leap from a tall building in the bitter, cold wind and start the cycle over.

Ji Ruyue closed her eyes. The world was utterly silent. In the boundless darkness, there was only a rapidly falling streak of red—silent, despairing, and utterly still.

“Jiji, I feel awful. Save me, Jiji…”

The person in her arms was twisting semi-unconsciously, murmuring to herself. Ji Ruyue opened her eyes and calmly leaned her ear closer, but she couldn’t hear clearly, catching only the repeated sounds of ‘Jiji’.

Song Xingzi, does she also have an independent consciousness now? Will this world change? Why is she calling me, her enemy, so intimately?

The assistant beside her cautiously observed Ji Ruyue’s expression. Seeing her face was calm, seemingly not angry, he tentatively asked, “President, what should we do about this? Are we still going to look for President Li?”

The clothes this woman is wearing look like the ones President Li wore today, and the President was the one who sent them over to him. She shouldn’t have missed that. But the President seems to be in a good mood; she isn’t angry at this woman. Hasn’t the President always been someone who can’t stand other women appearing beside President Li?

“No need. Take her to my room.”

The heroine has been poisoned with an aphrodisiac. Going to the hospital is useless. Just like this ridiculous world, it’s a completely illogical setting.

However, instead of leaving this variable here, it’s better to hold it in my own hands.

Ji Ruyue started to push the person toward the assistant, but then remembered the heroine was currently in a state of delirium. She pulled the person back into her arms. “Forget it. I’ll take her.”

Ji Ruyue tossed the key to the assistant. “Go get the car.”

Song Xingzi was clearly unable to bear it anymore. Her long, slender legs lightly rubbed against Ji Ruyue’s skirt. She looked up at Ji Ruyue, her cherry lips slightly parted, a look of ‘ready to be picked’ about her.

Ji Ruyue looked down at her. “Hurry up and come back.”

The President is so concerned about this woman! Her voice is so cold! So urgent! Could it be that after years of hopelessly pursuing Li Yeběi, the President has finally realized the goodness of women and decided to open the door to a new world?!

The assistant, Zhang Yuán, his mind passionately imagining all this, dared not say anything more. He took the key and ran toward the garage.

Although this was the annual meeting of Starlight Entertainment, a subsidiary of the Ji Corporation, due to the engagement between Ji Ruyue and Li Yeběi, it was usually held at a hotel under the Lǐ Group. This year was no exception. After all, keeping the profits within the family, where in-laws help each other, was the norm.

But it’s suffering for our President! She finally took a liking to someone new, but she still has to consider her fiancé’s feelings, so she has to leave her own company’s annual meeting and choose a different location for her business. Of course, it’s also suffering for me, running my little skinny legs like crazy to the garage, ready to start a death-defying sprint! Go, go, go, Zhang Yuán! For the President’s happiness! You can run a little faster!

Ji Ruyue pulled the suit jacket higher up on the person in her arms, wrapping her tightly. She half-held, half-supported the person as she crossed the lively banquet hall and led her out of the hotel.

During this time, some people cast curious glances or tentatively offered greetings, but her cold reaction immediately silenced them. Those with sharp eyes noticed the clothes in her arms were the ones Li Yeběi wore tonight. They whispered amongst themselves but dared not question her. A crowd watched as she embraced a woman whose face was not visible and walked out. Heaven knows how much gossip this would spark.

Ji Ruyue was in no mood to pay attention to the thoughts of these “background actors” on the stage. The fragmented moans from the person in her arms spilled from her lips, coupled with the subconscious, seductive friction… The completely different heroine and the different direction of the plot made her feel distraught.

She was just thinking about stuffing the suit sleeve into Song Xingzi’s mouth to prevent her from making any more annoying sounds when Zhang Yuán drove the car over.

Zhang Yuán parked the car and got out to open the back door for the President. Seeing that Ji Ruyue was having trouble getting in while holding the person, he considerately asked, “President, let me carry this lady. You sit comfortably first.”

“Jiji, no!” Song Xingzi vaguely heard a male voice wanting to hold her and instinctively screamed her refusal, simultaneously hugging the neck of the fragrant, soft person beside her even tighter.

“No need. Just watch from the side,” Ji Ruyue shifted the person slightly sideways, bent down, and slowly maneuvered the person in her arms into the car bit by bit. She finally managed to get the “octopus” clinging to her into the vehicle.

Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! The President is so attentive to this woman! She is the only person to receive this honor besides the person who causes her to lose all logic, Li Yeběi! Heh, you little vixen, you’re going to make it big! To be able to catch the attention of the young Miss Ji! Unbelievable!

Zhang Yuán expressionlessly closed the car door, got into the driver’s seat, and observed Ji Ruyue and Song Xingzi in the rearview mirror.

This woman is so outrageous! How dare she lie on the President’s lap!

Ah! The President is so gentle! She is even thoughtfully helping her cover herself with clothes! And she’s using the jacket she sent to President Li! No, President, you will spoil the little vixen like this!

Song Xingzi was burning hot and kept leaning toward Ji Ruyue. After pushing the person climbing onto her leg away for the fifth time, Ji Ruyue finally couldn’t help but speak. “Turn the air conditioner down.”

“Yes, President.” Zhang Yuán maintained a serious expression, picked up the remote, and adjusted the temperature from 28°C to 20°C.

Aah! Aah! Aah! The President is most afraid of the cold, and it’s the middle of winter, yet she is asking for cold air because of that little vixen! What kind of disastrously seductive beauty is this? In just a few minutes, she’s already driven the President head over heels!

“President, which apartment should we go to?” Zhang Yuán asked calmly.

The President is a fanatic when it comes to buying property. Not counting the large family home with the chairman of the board, she owns four apartments in the city center alone and three villas in the suburbs, all at varying distances. I wonder which property the President wants to take the little vixen to? I really don’t understand why the President buys so many properties? The joy of the rich is beyond my comprehension.

Reminded by the assistant, Ji Ruyue recalled that she had bought too many properties for real estate investment. After a brief moment of thought, she made up her mind. “Let’s go to Shanliúguān.”

Wow! The apartment in Shanliúguān, the closest place to the hotel and without any resident servants! The President has truly fallen for her; she’s this impatient!

“Understood.” Zhang Yuán’s expression was as normal as ever as he gently shifted gears and accelerated.

Before long, they arrived at the Shanliúguān neighborhood. Zhang Yuán watched as the President possessively held the little vixen and went inside, considerately wishing her good night and closing the door.

Wait, did I forget something?

Zhang Yuán walked out of the neighborhood with a sigh, got into a taxi, and headed home. Upon opening the door and looking at his chilly three-bedroom apartment, he suddenly realized something.

Darn it, I forgot to notify old Li that the President has returned!

Zhang Yuán slapped his forehead and quickly took out his phone to send a message to the bodyguard who had been left behind at the banquet.

At the same time, Ji Ruyue pursed her lips, staring expressionlessly at the person hanging onto her, whom she couldn’t peel off no matter what.

The suit jacket had been pulled off, but Song Xingzi clung to Ji Ruyue’s neck as if addicted, burying her head in Ji Ruyue’s chest. Her body, soft as a puddle of water, kept rubbing against her skirt.

Ji Ruyue stood at the bathroom door, pointing to the white tiles, her tone indifferent. “Get down.”

“No, don’t! Jiji, Sōngzi doesn’t want to reproduce with a bad person. Jiji, Jiji, Jiji.” The residual consciousness forced Song Xingzi to cling to Ji Ruyue even tighter. I don’t want to be tormented back and forth with the scumbag from the story. I’m just an innocent and adorable squirrel spirit. I haven’t done anything to harm the world; this shouldn’t be happening to me.

Although Song Xingzi’s arms were slender and weak, she was squeezing Ji Ruyue’s neck with all her might. Combined with her full body weight, it made breathing difficult for Ji Ruyue, yet she couldn’t be pulled off.

Ji Ruyue dragged the person toward the bathtub, her face stern as she turned the knob all the way to maximum cold water. Freeing one hand, she picked up the showerhead and aimed it at the exposed back of the person in her arms, dousing her in bone-chilling cold.

“Aah—” The ice-cold water on her burning-hot back made Song Xingzi scream. Her soft hair rubbed against Ji Ruyue’s chest, and she still seemed unwilling to wake up.

Ji Ruyue wanted to cover her ears with a blank face, but one hand was holding Song Xingzi, and the other was holding the showerhead, making the high-difficulty maneuver impossible. So, she moved the showerhead, which had strayed a little, back toward the back of the shameless heroine.

“So cold, so cold! Stop spraying me! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

The sustained cold water shock finally brought Song Xingzi’s departed consciousness back. She panted softly, looked up at Ji Ruyue’s perfect jawline, and apologized sweetly, but her arms remained draped over Ji Ruyue’s shoulders.

“Are you awake?” Ji Ruyue tossed the steaming cold showerhead into the bathtub. Seeing that Song Xingzi still hadn’t consciously gotten down, she said in a cold voice, “Aren’t you going to get down and soak in the cold water?”