After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 3

“I feel bad,” Song Xingzi complained, biting her lower lip. Seeing that Ji Ruyue was unmoved, she reluctantly released her hands, supported herself on the edge of the bathtub, and obediently squatted down into the tub.

The cold water only filled one-third of the bathtub. The parts of her skin touching the water made her shiver uncontrollably, yet the internal heat wave still made Song Xingzi very uncomfortable. However, she could no longer simply seal off her five senses, go to sleep, and have everything resolved when she woke up. Having inexplicably transmigrated into the storybook and become a defenseless human, and encountering this situation right at the beginning, she couldn’t help but recall the circumstances before her transmigration.

She had just received her human residency permit from her Fox Sister, picked up the beginner’s gift package issued by the Monster Management Bureau, and moved into the small rental apartment found by her Uncle Ox. She was just about to tidy up the room and embark on her journey of “massacre” in the human world—oops, wrong word, that should be “striving diligently,” “getting rich,” and “climbing to the peak of her monster life”—when she sorted out a novel with an attractive pink cover, titled: The President’s Overbearing Love: Spoiling the Priceless Movie Queen to Heaven.

Heaven knows that to pass the permit exam, she, a little squirrel obsessed with novels and snacks, had strictly abstained from everything for ten years, diligently studying with great hardship. She learned to speak human language, wear human clothes, understand local customs, and memorize laws and regulations…

Ten entire years! She hadn’t read a novel in all that time! How could she not be tempted when she suddenly saw a storybook with such a cute cover?

Filled with a strong yearning for scholarly gentlemen, beautiful ladies, and the freedom of the martial world, she convinced herself to open this ownerless novel: It’s in my rental house, so it must have been discarded by its previous owner. It should be fine to take a look, right? Besides, how can reading be considered breaking the law?

Who would have thought that instead of perfect matches and sweet romance, the novel was so abusive it made her weep. It made her so angry she wanted to grab a knife and stab the male lead on behalf of the heroine, who shared her name…

The story began with the eighteen-line celebrity heroine attending a banquet. The male lead looked at her a few times, and the heroine was immediately drugged by her agent and the organizers and delivered to the male lead’s bed. After a night of passion, the male lead took an interest in her and wanted to keep her as his mistress. The heroine refused but failed, as the male lead threatened her father’s illness, forcing them to sign a contract.

However, the male lead had a childhood sweetheart—his ‘White Moonlight’—who suffered from a congenital heart condition. The reason the male lead had looked at the heroine multiple times initially was that she resembled the White Moonlight by about fifty percent. After their one-night stand, he ordered an investigation into the heroine’s background and discovered she was the White Moonlight’s full biological sister. Both the heroine and the White Moonlight were the children of the White Moonlight’s mother and her ex-husband.

Because she was not the legitimate bloodline of the Bái family, the White Moonlight’s life in the family was not easy, and the male lead’s family also disapproved of him marrying her. Furthermore, the male lead had an immensely powerful and wealthy fiancée, Ji Ruyue. To obtain the heroine’s heart and protect the White Moonlight, the male lead falsely entered a relationship with the heroine. He gave her all kinds of resources and propelled her to stardom.

Ji Ruyue constantly targeted the heroine as a result. Using the heroine as a pretense, the male lead successfully diverted Ji Ruyue’s attention, entered the entertainment industry, and swallowed up the Ji Corporation. Ji Ruyue went bankrupt, and the White Moonlight, who had been studying abroad, returned home.

The male lead began preparations for the heart transplant. Frighteningly, after the heart transplant, the male lead realized he had truly fallen in love with the heroine. But then the heroine became pregnant, and her current heart couldn’t withstand carrying the fetus, likely leading to the death of both mother and child. To save the heroine, the male lead forced her to get an abortion. After that, the heroine stopped eating, drinking, and speaking, constantly touching her abdomen and looking distraught, essentially driving herself insane.

The White Moonlight discovered the male lead’s change of heart, turned evil, and approached Ji Ruyue, using the male lead’s money to help her make a comeback. However, the two disagreed: Ji Ruyue only wanted to destroy the male lead and did not want to involve the heroine, the victim; the White Moonlight wanted to destroy the heroine and cripple the male lead so he could never leave her again.

Then came the even more terrifying part: after severely wounding the male lead, the heroine inexplicably had a change of heart and forgave him. The male lead immediately made a full recovery, crushed the alliance between the White Moonlight and Ji Ruyue. The White Moonlight fled abroad for refuge, and Ji Ruyue, unable to bear the successive blows, jumped from a building. After over a thousand chapters of an abusive relationship, the male lead and the heroine achieved a ‘Happily Ever After’ (HE).

They had a heart dug out and an abortion, yet they still ended up together???

Song Xingzi couldn’t understand and felt terrified. Now, having finally escaped the clutches of the scumbag, she was being treated coldly by the only character in the novel she liked. Everything was strange, and nothing had any connection to her. Song Xingzi hugged her knees and sat there, feeling the cold water slowly creep up. She felt her heart drift aimlessly, with no anchor. Her limbs and teeth were chattering, yet in the vast human world, no one could truly understand her sorrow and fear.

Her nose felt a sharp sting of sadness. “Pitter-patter,” large tears streamed from Song Xingzi’s limpid eyes, dropping into the water.

“These are clean clothes. I don’t know your size, but wear them for now. Come out when you’re done.” Ji Ruyue walked in, holding an oversized T-shirt and underwear with the tags still attached. “Why aren’t you taking off your clothes?”

Transmigrating into a novel she had stayed up all night to finish was far beyond the comprehension of Song Xingzi, a secluded little monster. Ji Ruyue, whom the book described as clear in her loves and hates, bright and arrogant—like her Fox Sister—was the only person who felt somewhat familiar. Hearing Ji Ruyue’s slightly hoarse voice, Song Xingzi’s nose felt even more sensitive, and her throat was choked with emotion. She looked up and said in a muffled voice, “I feel bad, so bad. The cold water isn’t helping either.”

Ji Ruyue looked at Song Xingzi’s upturned, palm-sized, tear-streaked face. Due to the cold water, her already fair complexion was unnaturally pale, yet her limpid eyes were wet, looking up with a gaze full of expectation, trust, and confusion. She was like a newly hatched chick, timidly looking at the only mother figure she could rely on. Subconsciously, the words that came out were: “Take off your clothes and solve it yourself.”

Song Xingzi sniffled pitifully. Having lived for several hundred years as a monster, she had never broken her vow of abstinence and was still a completely innocent novice. “I… I don’t know how.”

The voice is sweet, the attitude is soft, and her romantic history is completely blank. Good. It can be confirmed that Song Xingzi is the original, not a reincarnated person. She just experienced an accident that caused her to break away from the plot. But why is she looking so wronged at me? Does she actually want me to help her solve it?

Ji Ruyue considered the possibility, draped the clothes over the metal rack, turned around, walked to the living room, and returned with a tablet, which she handed to the pathetic-looking white flower in the bathtub. She was expressionless. “Search for it yourself. Learn by watching.”

“Search for what? I don’t know how to use this. It’s too advanced,” Song ‘Can’t Do Anything’ Xingzi, ‘Expert Crier,’ accepted the tablet with an innocent and confused look, pressed the home button, and successfully returned the search interface to the main screen. The exams never had such expensive items for monsters to practice on, so she genuinely didn’t know how to use it.

Ji Ruyue suddenly felt respect for Li Yeběi. I, who thought I was already completely calm and unshakable after multiple rebirths, am on the verge of losing my composure because of Song Xingzi. He was actually able to fall in love with Song Xingzi through an abusive relationship. He truly is no ordinary person.

“Do you know what self-gratification is? Z-i, self, w-e-i, gratification,” Ji Ruyue resignedly took the tablet, opened the browser, and typed in: “Video: How women solve physiological needs.” The spinning circle rotated for a while, then a message popped up: The internet is not outside the law. Please do not disseminate obscene or pornographic material.

Ji Ruyue: “…” Okay, the China Anti-Pornography and Illegal Publications Office is truly formidable!

She closed the webpage and re-entered the search term: “How women have sex with each other.” Finally, the page wasn’t blank or a 404 error. She skimmed the detailed answers from enthusiastic netizens, let out a long breath, placed the tablet on the vanity counter, and said coldly to the confused Song Xingzi, “Take off your clothes.”

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The inconsequential bodyguard Li, who was always overlooked, finally received a message from Zhang Yuán after standing on the periphery of the banquet on the thirteenth floor for three hours. However, he couldn’t go home and enjoy the night life with his wife (he didn’t have one) and children (he didn’t have any) in a warm home, because he had been commandeered by Li Yeběi’s assistant. He was currently carrying the unconscious President Li, who had a tall, imposing physique, a chiseled profile like a marble sculpture, and an innate cold temperament, but was now suspected of losing consciousness due to excessive blood loss, onto an ambulance.

But why was he commandeered? Bodyguard Li expressed that his life was too difficult, and the explanation was long: Although the organizer, Young Miss Ji, had charged through the banquet hall with the force of an unstoppable army, holding an unknown girl, the annual meeting had to continue.

Sharp-eyed people saw the suit jacket of President Li in Young Miss Ji’s arms and immediately concocted an epic opening drama for the new year. They discussed the ‘mysterious identity of the girl in Young Miss Ji’s arms,’ ‘how Young Miss Ji would torment this audaciously bold woman who climbed into her fiancé’s bed,’ ‘the 365 methods of having a wife at home and lovers outside,’ and ‘the ins and outs of the business legend Li Yeběi and Young Miss Ji,’ collectively building a Great Wall of gossip. This successfully alarmed Li Yeběi’s assistant, Táng Wén.

Táng Wén’s sharp ‘wolf ears’ and ‘dog nose’ immediately sensed something was wrong. After learning that Ji Ruyue had left first, holding a woman draped in Li Yeběi’s suit jacket, he immediately rushed up to the presidential suite on the seventeenth floor. The door, they say, wasn’t even closed. Li Yeběi was lying naked on the bed, and the white sheet beneath him was stained a large patch of red. Startled, Táng Wén called the emergency number, then crawled and scrambled to the floor by Li Yeběi’s bed. Unfortunately, as a civilian assistant, his small, thin body couldn’t carry the muscular Li Yeběi, who had an eight-pack of abs.

“So you were commandeered?” Zhang Yuán stared at the two simple sentences from ‘Old Li,’ conjuring an action-suspense film in his head.

“Yes, I’m taking President Li to the hospital now. Signing off.” Bodyguard Li had no desire to satisfy Zhang Yuán’s excessive curiosity. He succinctly explained the event, person, and location, unilaterally signaling the end of the conversation.

“Doctor! Doctor! How is our President? Hurry up and prepare for the emergency room!” The situation was urgent. Táng Wén hadn’t had time to contact the Li family’s private hospital. After an emergency call, the group entered the City People’s Hospital. A doctor with a blank expression was treating Li Yeběi’s wound.

“If you had come any later,” the middle-aged doctor skillfully applied a hemostatic gauze and wrapped the head with a triangular bandage.

Táng Wén was extremely nervous. “Then what?! Is it serious? Why aren’t you opening the operating room?! Do you know who our President is?!”

The doctor grabbed the two corners of the triangular bandage, expertly tied a knot, and calmly finished his sentence: “The wound would have healed itself.”

Táng Wén breathed a huge sigh of relief, collapsing onto the small stool. “So, he’s not seriously hurt?”

“He won’t die. He just fainted from excessive blood loss. A blood transfusion is all he needs. Nurse Zhou, come over and check the patient’s blood type, then fetch two bags of blood for the transfusion.”

Although the City People’s Hospital was not as attentive as a private hospital, its service was professional. Li Yeběi was soon connected to a blood bag.

Táng Wén sat on the small stool, looking worriedly at the pale-faced Li Yeběi on the hospital bed. “Doctor, why isn’t our President awake yet?”

No sooner had he spoken than Li Yeběi sat up, gnashing his teeth and fiercely declaring, “Hmph! That damned woman! Very good. You’ve successfully caught my attention!”

The doctor lifted his eyelids, calmly asking, “Your President might have hit his head. Do you want another checkup? It’s not expensive; your insurance can cover it.”

Hearing the familiar tone, Táng Wén relaxed. Thank goodness, he didn’t hit his head. “Nonsense! Our President is perfectly fine!”