After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 4

The doctor gave them both a glance and replied extremely indifferently, “Oh.”

Since the patient was not seriously injured, the doctor picked up his kit and left. After all, it was past eleven at night, and he was the only clinic doctor on duty; he couldn’t be away for too long.

“Why are you still here?” Táng Wén watched the doctor leave, then noticed Bodyguard Li, who was standing by the door like a statue, completely devoid of presence. He asked in surprise.

Bodyguard Li’s expression remained unchanged, and he dutifully replied, “No one informed me that my shift was over.”

Is Young Miss Ji’s bodyguard an idiot? He has no sense of how to read people. Táng Wén frowned with dissatisfaction, waving his hand to dismiss the outsider. “Fine. Your work is over. You can go home. Our President will speak to Young Miss Ji. A promotion and a raise are just a word away.”

Bodyguard Li nodded seriously. “I am now off work.”

He turned and departed after speaking.

Táng Wén closed the door, then quickly poured water for the seated Li Yeběi. He cautiously handed the disposable cup to Li Yeběi and asked with concern, “President, are you alright? Please drink a cup of hot water to warm yourself up. The conditions here are poor, so you’ll have to bear with it for a while. I’ll turn on the air conditioner for you.”

Li Yeběi glanced at the cheap disposable paper cup, which had “Imperial Capital First People’s Hospital” printed on the white and blue surface facing him. A flicker of disgust flashed in his deep, dark, whirlpool-like eyes, but due to excessive blood loss, he was indeed cold. His bloodless hand took the paper cup, and he closed his eyes, held his breath, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

“Pfft!” The hot water was too scalding. How could he drink it all at once?

Li Yeběi spat out the hot water, coughing violently. Táng Wén quickly grabbed a cup of cold water and handed it to the President, then gently patted Li Yeběi’s back to help him catch his breath. Only after gulping down a cup of cold water did Li Yeběi feel better. This time, his supremely noble lips finally condescended to touch the edge of the paper cup.

The recovered Li Yeběi smashed the cup onto his assistant, furious. “Are you trying to scald me to death?! Is this kind of cup worthy of me?! Why didn’t you go to the Li family’s private hospital? Do you know how to handle things?”

Táng Wén subserviently allowed Li Yeběi to vent. It’s fine. The President has this awful temper; it’ll pass soon, it’ll pass soon. There’s no helping it. Who told him to pay such a high salary? A man must bend his back for five pecks of rice to live comfortably, after all.

“President, what about Young Miss Ji?” After Li Yeběi’s emotions had stabilized, Táng Wén carefully began, as he wasn’t sure whether Young Miss Ji was so enraged for her beloved that she knocked out his President, or if his dog-of-a-President was caught in an attempted assault and severely beaten by the little celebrity.

The circumstances were different, and the manner of speaking also had to be different; one couldn’t generalize.

“Ji Ruyue? What’s wrong with her now?” Recalling Ji Ruyue’s bossy and spoiled demeanor, disgust flashed across Li Yeběi’s deep, pond-like black eyes once more. In his view, being entangled by that lovesick fool, Ji Ruyue, and being forced into an engagement with her was an utter disgrace. Unfortunately, the Ji Corporation held overwhelming power, and he couldn’t break the engagement just yet! How frustrating! I will fully grasp everything in my own hands eventually.

“I’m in the hospital, and she hasn’t even brought me her awful cooking?”

He hasn’t changed his opinion of Young Miss Ji at all. It must be the latter, then. Táng Wén quickly made his decision. He stood respectfully by the bed and briefly explained the situation: “President, Young Miss Ji left first, holding an unknown woman. When I rushed to the room, you had already collapsed on the bed. Given the urgency, I immediately called emergency services and brought you to the hospital. By the way, I don’t know if that little celebrity is the woman in Young Miss Ji’s arms.”

“That damned woman! She’s finished! Ji Ruyue wouldn’t treat a stranger that well. Inform the hotel manager to pull up the surveillance footage. I want to see where that brazen woman thinks she can go!” Li Yeběi saw his tightly bandaged self reflected in the black-screen TV at the foot of the bed, looking like a farmer preparing for fieldwork in the Northwest. A surge of frustration choked him. He fiercely pounded the blanket a few times and gritted his teeth as he gave the order.

“Understood.” Seeing Li Yeběi’s raging fury, Táng Wén silently swallowed the detail that the woman in Young Miss Ji’s arms was wearing his suit jacket. I’ve already warned him, anyway.

Li Yeběi still wasn’t appeased. “Send a message to Huashèng. Ten minutes! I want all the information on that woman!”

Táng Wén was unsurprised. “Understood!”

Táng Wén speculated on the probability of the little celebrity being in Young Miss Ji’s hands, and by extension, what Young Miss Ji might be doing now. With a thousand thoughts racing through his mind, Manager Táng decided to first appease the Empress Dowager Li and temporarily avoid provoking the crazy woman that was Young Miss Ji. “However, it’s already half past twelve. Even if we find that brazen woman, we can’t interrogate her in a public hospital. And your health, President, has been compromised. Why not lie down and rest for a while? Everything will surely be as you wish tomorrow morning.”

Li Yeběi pounded the bed and was about to burst into another angry tirade, but the dizziness from excessive blood loss overwhelmed him. His vision blurred, and he slumped back onto the bed. Táng Wén hurried to soothe him, advising him not to get angry. After a long while, Li Yeběi recovered, furrowed his dark, thick brows, and said, “Do as you say. I’ll rest for a while first. Tomorrow morning, I want to see that woman crying and begging me!”

Táng Wén’s hand, which was soothing his back, paused slightly. The President’s ‘overbearing CEO’ aura is getting stronger; it’s truly a headache. He smiled, acting as the perfect assistant, agreeing without question to all the idiotic demands of his terrible superior: “Understood, President. You rest first. I’ll go pay the medical fees.”

Li Yeběi nodded and closed his eyes to rest. Táng Wén had been by his side since he first took over the Lǐ Group. Li Yeběi trusted him to handle things.

“Wuwuwu, it hurts so much—”

“Jiji, Jiji, Jiji, I feel awful. My heart is on fire. Save me…”

“No more, Jiji, I don’t want any more. It hurts, ah…”

I seem to have had a very real erotic dream. I really must have read too many novels! Next time, I must stop reading when it’s still daytime. The near-all-night activity left Song Xingzi with a splitting headache. Her temples were throbbing painfully, and her eyelids felt unusually heavy. She rolled over, wanting to bury her head under the covers for another nap, but the unfamiliar pain when her private parts grazed the quilt, and her sore, weak lower back, made her realize the possibilities. Perhaps, it really wasn’t a dream!

Song Xingzi snapped her eyes open. The minimalist style ceiling lamp was off. The white, frosted casing diffused a gentle glow under the faint morning light filtering in. She shifted her eyes and saw that the bare walls were covered only with black and gray wallpaper. Facing the bed was a vanity table with a half-length mirror, reflecting her naked body.

Heavens! What is going on?!

Song Xingzi squeezed her eyes shut and buried her head in the quilt, beginning to mentally indoctrinate herself: Impossible! I must be dreaming. It must be a dream. Uncle Ox’s rental apartment for me was clearly tiny, broken, and worn down. This is all fake! When I open my eyes again, everything will surely be back to normal!

After the self-brainwashing was complete, her beastly intuition told Song Xingzi there was no danger nearby. She smiled as she sat up and opened her eyes, and then her smile froze.

Nothing had changed. The upscale room still maintained its cold, minimalist appearance. Morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the bed. Song Xingzi was stunned, like a drunken person struggling to piece together the sequence of events from scattered fragments.

I transmigrated into the novel I just finished reading! I injured the protagonist of the novel! And finally! Last night, I slept with a human female! And it was the kind of intense activity that lasted all night…

I’m finished. I broke my vow! I just came down the mountain and was slept with by someone! Uncle Ox will break my legs when I go back! Thinking of the bearded, always cold-faced monster realm administrator, Song Xingzi bent her legs, hugging her knees, shivering.

The person beside her seemed to sense Song Xingzi’s movement. Her body moved toward the foot of the bed, burying herself entirely in the covers.

Song Xingzi stiffly turned around and observed the woman beside her: She only revealed half of her makeup-free face. Messy dark hair covered her thick black eyebrows, beautiful eyes, and upturned nose. She was sound asleep, devoid of the aggressive arrogance described in the book. Her slightly downward-curving eyes showed a profound sense of detachment and world-weariness, which was perfectly consistent with the clean, cold-looking room.

I really did transmigrate, ah. Uncle Ox, you may never be able to threaten Sōngzi with breaking Sōngzi’s legs again.

Song Xingzi sighed, feeling an inner coldness that spread outwards, as if she were immersed in a cold pool. She tentatively reached out, wanting to brush away the messy strands of hair from the woman’s face, but stopped just as she was about to touch her cheek. She slowly retracted her hand, carefully lifted the quilt, and got out of bed.

The room was carpeted with cold gray carpeting. Song Xingzi’s movements were light, landing virtually soundlessly.

She walked into the bathroom. Last night’s dress, soaked and wrinkled, was draped over the bathtub. It was definitely unwearable. The T-shirt and underwear Ji Ruyue had brought were placed on the shelf. Although damp, they were at least clean and neat.

Second Female Lead, although I shouldn’t just take people’s things, this is an emergency. I need to wear clothes to go out, or the police will arrest me. Besides, you were the one who brought the clothes. You won’t mind me wearing them, right? I won’t bother you. I’ll leave as soon as I get dressed. I don’t know how much my dress is worth, so I’ll just leave it here as collateral for you.

Song Xingzi looked around and finally reached for the clothes on the shelf.

No way, is the Second Female Lead this small? I can’t get into them! Song Xingzi used both hands, twisting her arms behind her back, trying to wrestle with the bra.

Forget it, this will have to do for now. It’ll work. I need to get home first. Song Xingzi picked up the broken tag thread, threaded it through the bra hook, and managed to secure the bra enough. She began pulling on the T-shirt and pants. After thinking for a moment, she went through the closet and pulled out a down jacket to put on.

The beginning of the novel seemed to be set in winter. It doesn’t feel cold inside because of the heating, but outside, I’ll definitely freeze to death as a monster. I have no cultivation power right now, so if I go out like this, I’ll immediately freeze to death on the street. How am I supposed to get rich and repay the Second Female Lead for saving my life then?

“Saving a person should be done completely, and sending a Buddha should be done all the way to the West. Second Female Lead, help me one more time. Sōngzi will definitely not forget you when I become successful one day.” Song Xingzi wrapped the thick down jacket tightly around herself, murmuring to herself. She successfully brainwashed herself again, opened the door with a strange sense of guilt, and left.

This little monster, Song Xingzi, had always lived in the monster realm and had only just come down the mountain before transmigrating. Although she had ‘guzzled’ down the human world’s customs and laws like an ox drinking water, she still possessed more of her monster nature, such as loving to take small advantages, being good at self-hypnosis, and, of course, disregarding etiquette.

It was New Year’s Day, and light snow was falling outside. She was wearing only a thin T-shirt inside the thick down jacket. As soon as she stepped out, Song Xingzi was so cold she let out several sneezes. Rubbing her red nose, she followed the signs and walked out of the complex.