After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 43

The previous direct conflict seemed to have no impact on the Deep Palace Chef Queen film crew, except that supernatural incidents occurred a little more frequently over the past two days.

Take the involved party, Gu Zhu, for instance. Her issues weren’t major—her hands and neck just hurt whenever she saw Song Xingzi, exactly like having her hand struck by a teacher’s ruler and her neck gripped by a hungry ghost. Since Gu Yu’s overseas mailed photos hadn’t arrived yet, Gu Zhu didn’t know how to apologize to Song Xingzi and couldn’t swallow her little princess pride, so she kept hiding from Song Xingzi. Aside from the mandatory appearances for the normal scenes, Gu Zhu avoided her as much as possible.

To this, Song Xingzi merely smiled, her great deeds hidden. After resolving the critical issue with Ji Ji and hearing Gu Zhu’s inner monologue about giving up on Ji Ruyue, Song Xingzi stealthily cast a confusion spell on Gu Zhu.

This spell was an innate talent of the fox tribe, learned from her fox sister. She wasn’t proficient, but it was more than enough to deal with mortals. She harbored no great malice; she just hoped her love rival would firmly remember the reason and never again harbor feelings for Ji Ruyue, and never foolishly lay hands on others.

The spell’s effect was remarkable. Gu Zhu no longer gazed affectionately at Ji Ruyue or secretly flirted with her. Of course, she also stopped seeking her out.

Then there was the other involved party, Song Xingzi: Ever since learning that Ji Ruyue was reborn and no longer liked the scumbag male lead, Song Xingzi considered herself completely worry-free. This was evident in her belief that no one could tear her and Ji Ruyue apart and that they could be together forever and ever.

Thus, naturally, the grand plan to capture Ji Ruyue’s heart, gain Ji Ruyue’s attention, and drive the male lead out of Ji Ruyue’s heart became unnecessary. After all, the plan’s goal was achieved: Ji Ruyue promised her she would never like the male lead.

However, Song Xingzi still slept with Ji Ruyue every day, even after she could control her mind-reading ability.

This didn’t sound quite normal. Therefore, to find a reason for her behavior, Song Xingzi began to self-hypnotize: Ji Ji and I share a great Socialist sisterhood. We are the best friends in the world. In human terms, we are each other’s best girlfriends. I must be good to her, and it’s fine for good friends to sleep together.

Hypnotizing herself repeatedly, Song Xingzi eventually believed it. But right then, she suddenly discovered a serious problem: Why did she seem to have inappropriate reactions toward her “friend”?

???

When cuddling Ji Ruyue to sleep every day, her sleep was less peaceful than before, because she felt unwell: her ears would burn, her throat would dry up, her head would swim…

Song Xingzi suspected she was entering a period of estrus, but there were no other symptoms to confirm it. The heat and palpitations came inexplicably and vanished quickly—clearly abnormal.

And, more importantly, although the cross-species romance plan was stirring because of this, Song Xingzi had no experience with female-female intimacy. She wanted to make a move but found herself helpless.

This was a major concern. Song Xingzi didn’t dare tell anyone and remained very panicked. Even selling her second-hand items on the Xianyu app to save up for her store couldn’t ease her mind.

Then there was He Ya, who was completely unrelated. If the supernatural events of the first two only happened to them personally and were subtle, He Ya’s incidents became known throughout the entire crew.

First, she tripped on flat ground, causing the director to give her a half-day off to rest. But on the way back, someone poured a basin of cold water on her head. Not long after, the hairdryer broke while she was drying her hair; the water heater broke halfway through her shower; the air conditioning broke late at night while she was sleeping; even more bizarrely, the wind machine broke during her filming, almost sucking her clothes into it…

One unlucky event followed another, as if guided by an eye, hitting only He Ya.

The directorial team, figuring He Ya’s room was uninhabitable and, given the cold spring weather, Song Xingzi’s room had just been repaired and was currently empty, decided to discuss with Song Xingzi about letting He Ya stay in her room for two days until He Ya’s room was fixed.

Unexpectedly, Song Xingzi went against her usual easygoing style and vehemently refused. With no alternative, the crew asked He Ya to find someone willing to share a room for two days, and surprisingly, the extremely arrogant Gu Zhu took her in.

Seeing that He Ya had received a lesson and worrying about implicating the innocent, Song Xingzi cast a small “Charm of Prosperity” spell on He Ya. The two spells canceled each other out. Although the bad luck remained, it was no longer so severe that everything she touched broke or only bad things happened.

Two days later, Gu Zhu’s much-anticipated photos finally arrived. She rushed her assistant to retrieve them and excitedly went to apologize to Song Xingzi, disregarding the fact that the night shoot had finished past 11:30 PM.

Song Xingzi, having received the message, got up from the large bed with a confused expression, shuffled out in her cotton slippers to open the door, but froze as soon as she left the bedroom. She stammered, “Ji, Ji Ji, why are you, why are you out without clothes, just wrapped in a bath towel? And, and it’s my bath towel?”

Under the pale yellow light, Ji Ruyue’s curly black hair was loose, draping over her fair shoulders. A few mischievous strands fell down her jawline onto her well-defined collarbone. She was wrapped in a small bath towel that clearly didn’t fit her figure, barely covering her thighs. Her slender and long legs swayed slightly with her slow movements, captivating Song Xingzi’s heart.

Fresh out of the shower, Ji Ruyue’s face was faintly pink from the steam, and her voice was soft and moist, devoid of its usual aloofness, causing Song Xingzi’s head to spin. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“Yes, but you weren’t wearing clothes.” Song Xingzi’s ears were crimson, fortunately concealed by her long, straight black hair.

She inwardly cursed: Oh no, it’s happening again. The estrus period that doesn’t seem like estrus. My heart is so hot. I want to hug Ji Ji and kiss her fiercely.

But what to do after the kissing, Song Xingzi had no clue.

“My pajamas are under you,” Ji Ruyue glanced down at the bath towel on herself, finding nothing wrong with it, and pointed at the loudly knocking door, saying faintly, “Go open the door.”

Then, like a wisp of smoke, she slowly retreated to the bedroom.

“Song Xingzi, I’m sorry!”

As the door opened, Gu Zhu was seen in a perfect ninety-degree bow, simultaneously handing over a beautifully packaged envelope.

Song Xingzi took it with a bewildered look, the cold air outside helping her clear her head slightly.

Gu Zhu straightened up and spoke quickly, “These are private, uncirculated photos I got from my cousin, along with her handwritten signature. I know you’re a fan of my cousin. I went through great trouble to get these for you. I hope you can forgive my previous mistake. I’m sorry, Song Xingzi, I was wrong before. I was too stupid, couldn’t see the truth, was instigated by others, and took my anger out on you. I apologize. If you feel that’s not enough, I’ll let you hit me back. We can find a discreet place, and you can hit me however you want.”

Seeing Gu Zhu unconsciously rubbing her neck, Song Xingzi hid her self-satisfied smile and waved her hand, saying, “Aiya, it’s fine. Actually, I’m not angry anymore. But these photos…”

“It’s great that you can forgive me! Please take the photos. I know you’ll love them. Just keep them safe and don’t let Little Boss Ji see them, and everything will be fine. Goodbye, good night, have sweet dreams.”

Gu Zhu’s neck hurt and her hands were burning. She bowed again, finished her rapid apology, patted Song Xingzi’s shoulder, and fled as if she were escaping a fire.

Wait, hold on! I’m not a fan of your sister!

Song Xingzi stood frozen, leaning against the door as she tore open the envelope. Indeed, there were a few photos, all with “To Little Friend Song Xingzi” written on the back.

“The handwriting of a ‘little friend’ is rather cute,” Song Xingzi mused, flipping the photos over.

The first few were fine: a cold-faced yet gently smiling woman with an ethereal aura, standing or sitting, radiating a soft warmth toward the person outside the photo.

“Quite beautiful,” Song Xingzi commented, then flipped to the last, larger photo. Her hand trembled, and she nearly dropped the picture.

The woman in the photo wore a backless gown and was draped on a sofa. Her long, black hair was curled at the ends, falling forward and covering half her face. In the dim room, the woman’s expression was similarly profound, her eyelids half-closed. Her subtle makeup, paired with an extremely bold red lip, strangely resembled a certain person.

A love-fueled arrow shot through Song Xingzi’s heart. Her head swam, and she automatically substituted the similar person into the scene.

Ji Ji isn’t wearing clothes, draped on the sofa, the light is dim, making her look even fairer, and I am standing next to her…

Why is my nose getting hot?

Song Xingzi slapped her own face a few times. She cleared her head, but her thoughts raced further.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Ji Ji’s back. I wonder if it’s as beautiful as Big Eyes’ sister’s? Bah, bah, bah, what nonsense am I thinking? Ji Ji is definitely the most beautiful. No, I want to see it even more. I’ve been sleeping in the same bed for so long, and I’ve never seen it even once!

No, wait, I think I have seen it, and even touched it. I have a vague memory. Where was it?

A chaotic night, a sexually cold room, two naked people…

Aahhhhhhh—my nose is even hotter. I might not be okay. I need Ji Ji’s kisses, hugs, and lifts.

Song Xingzi turned around with a bewildered look.

“Why are you bleeding from the nose?” Ji Ruyue, having changed into her pajamas, came over to close the door and saw the photo in Song Xingzi’s hand. “Do you like Gu Yu that much? You bleed just from looking at the photo.”

Song Xingzi: “…” Wait a minute, Ji Ji, listen to me. This isn’t what you think. I’m not bleeding because of this! I…

Never mind. I’ll just let her think that. It’s more embarrassing to say the truth. How can I have such dirty thoughts about Ji Ji? Damn it, I’m tainted. I’m not human!

Wait, I think I was never human in the first place. Aahhhhhhh—I don’t care anymore! I want Ji Ji’s loving kiss!

“Wipe it. Lie still. I’ll get a towel from the bathroom to cold compress it,” Ji Ruyue led her to the sofa to lie down and handed Song Xingzi a box of tissues.

Stormy thoughts on the inside, poker face on the outside! I am invincible!

Song Xingzi lay down, watching Ji Ruyue’s retreating figure out of the corner of her eye.

So beautiful, fair and straight. Boo hoo hoo. Sure enough, I still want Ji Ji to be my wife!

Bah, bah, bah, stop thinking about it. The nosebleed is even heavier.

Song Xingzi frantically pulled out tissues, wiping her face haphazardly. Her clean face became smeared with blood. Ji Ruyue frowned, pressing down on Song Xingzi’s busy hands with her cool ones.

“How did it get worse? Do I need to call emergency services?” Ji Ruyue first gently wiped Song Xingzi’s face clean with a towel, then folded the bloodstained side inward into a rectangular shape and placed it on Song Xingzi’s forehead.

“N-No, no need. I don’t need it. I…” All I need is Ji Ji’s kiss.

Song Xingzi excitedly grabbed Ji Ruyue’s hand, but under Ji Ruyue’s placid gaze, her momentum mysteriously deflated, becoming increasingly timid. She couldn’t utter the rest of the sentence.

“What is it?” Ji Ruyue glanced at their clasped hands, feeling completely unaffected. She was already used to Song Xingzi’s frantic behavior. “Do we have to go to the hospital?”

“No, no, I’m fine. Ji Ji, you go to sleep!” Song Xingzi let go, lying straight, looking like a mature adult who had learned to take care of herself.

“Don’t worry about me. Tomorrow is Ji Ji’s last scene. Hurry and go to sleep!”

Ji Ruyue still wanted to say something, but under Song Xingzi’s brave, sacrificial expression, she silently nodded and left.

Strange. Is Song Xingzi being an idiot today? First, she gets a nosebleed from looking at Gu Yu’s photos, and then she acts all nervous. Is Gu Yu really that good? She’s just an NPC without self-awareness.

Song Xingzi: No, I’m not an idiot. I, I’m just too cute!

At midnight, long after the bedroom light was turned off, Song Xingzi remembered that she had spiritual power and could manually stop the bleeding. She easily stopped the persistent nosebleed, but the restlessness in her heart—the feeling of spring when everything is reviving—could not be suppressed.

She sat up, then lay down, then sat up again, her gaze fixed on the open bedroom door, and then lay down again.

After several repetitions of sit-ups, Song Xingzi finally moved from the restless phase of “everything is reviving” into the rational phase, starting to consider the possibility of marrying Ji Ruyue.

Previously, when she was still worried that Ji Ruyue liked the male lead, she had similar thoughts, but they were more of a strategy, quite distant from actual love and desire.

That’s why she was scared by her own reaction a few days ago, thinking she had suddenly harbored inappropriate thoughts and was guilty of a great crime.

But in reality, love is not born in an instant. Instead, it is born in everyday details, always there like the stars, but hidden by the dazzling daylight. It only shines brightly when danger recedes and passion reignites.

Ji Ji, does she like women? Do humans avoid this subject? Even though everyone says we’re together, Ji Ji has never confessed, and we aren’t as sweet and loving as the talented scholars and beautiful ladies in novels. What if, what if Ji Ji can’t accept me at all? Wouldn’t I have lost from the very beginning, lost in the womb…

Aahhhhhhh, why did I realize this now! So annoying, so annoying! I should just carry her back to my den!

Song Xingzi thought in frustration, reaching for her phone on the side. Just then, the screen lit up with a message from Xianyu.

Someone was inquiring about the second-hand clothes Song Xingzi was selling. Song Xingzi replied casually, saying she was busy and would ship in a couple of days. The person immediately replied, saying they didn’t want it anymore.

Hmph, take it or leave it. I don’t need this small amount of money.

Song Xingzi threw her phone down in exasperation and lay down to sleep.

Tsk, I can’t sleep.

Interrupted by the message, the spring breeze of “everything is reviving” began to blow again.

My eyes hurt, my brain is restless, my heart is burning. From head to toe, every cell is screaming: Hug her, kiss her, sleep with her…

Song Xingzi’s eyes were wide open, her mind filled with Ji Ji’s beautiful and fair back curves.

The small night light flickered, the faint yellow light enveloping the small area around the bedside, like a hidden and grand fantasy.

I can, right? Can I? Let’s try it, right? It’s not illegal!

Song Xingzi abruptly stood up, bent over, and moved toward the bedroom with a barefooted cat-walk.

Approaching silently. Quickly, victory is in sight!

Song Xingzi held her breath, leaning her head to look toward the bedside. Although the night light was dim, Song Xingzi’s excellent vision made Ji Ruyue’s sleeping face visible at a glance.

Song Xingzi had known for a long time that Ji Ruyue was very fair, a kind of almost sickly paleness. Paired with extremely dark hair and eyebrows, and lips that were naturally red, it created an extremely beautiful and cold face.

But perhaps due to Song Xingzi’s timely three meals a day and the recent good sleep, Ji Ruyue’s complexion had changed from pale to warm white. In the dim light, she looked as translucent and moist as white jade.

Song Xingzi parted her hanging hair, squatted down, and slowly brought her head closer to Ji Ruyue’s slightly parted red lips.

Abruptly, Ji Ruyue opened her eyes. Her light-colored pupils reflected Song Xingzi’s flushed face. Song Xingzi was mortified, clutching her clothes, unsure how to explain. Ji Ruyue silently looked at her for a moment, shifted to the side, and pointed to the empty space with a hoarse voice, “Are you calm now? If you are, come to sleep.”

Song Xingzi was overwhelmingly shy. Seeing Ji Ruyue offering an easy out, she scrambled onto the bed and lay down obediently next to her.

Ji Ruyue covered her with the blanket and said hoarsely, “Finally. I can’t sleep without you.”

Song Xingzi froze, her mind filled with the phrase: “I can’t sleep without you.”

Without me, can’t sleep, can’t, can’t, can’t sleep…

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! I, I, I can’t handle this! What kind of aggressive language is this! Rounding up, isn’t Ji Ji confessing to me?!! I’m okay again! I’m cured!

Song Xingzi excitedly clutched the blanket, her eyes shining, staring intently at Ji Ruyue.

Ji Ruyue raised her hand, pressed her into her arms, and said emotionlessly, “Stop staring. Go to sleep.”

Song Xingzi: “…”