After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 47

“Wife-raising? Is she talking about me? In her heart, are we already in this kind of relationship?”

“Wife-raising?” Ji Ruyue read out Song Xingzi’s reply, and a tall wall in her heart crumbled. The ice mountain that had originally burst apart melted into water, and where it flowed, a cluster of soft and tender flower seedlings slowly sprouted.

“Seeing that you have a good attitude and I’m bored, I’ll tell you the truth,” Song Xingzi lay on the bed, typing one word after another on her phone, “My wife is extremely rich; she doesn’t need me to support her at all. On the contrary, I’m essentially in a state of being supported by her. Of course, these items weren’t bought by my wife.”

“But, isn’t your gender female? Why are you raising a wife? Moreover, she is very rich.”

“Ahem, squinting smile.jpg” Song Xingzi embarrassedly scratched her ear, “Because I’m the gong (top/active partner)! And I have great ambitions. I’m almost done saving enough money to open a shop. Once I open the world’s most delicious stir-fried goods shop, I’ll quickly reach the pinnacle of life, be worth hundreds of millions, and marry my wife!”

The gong? The world’s most delicious stir-fried goods shop? Reach the pinnacle of life and be worth hundreds of millions to marry a wife? Why hadn’t she noticed Song Xingzi was so narcissistic before?

A crowd of ‘question mark children’ filled Ji Ruyue’s mind, but she didn’t express them. On the contrary, she grasped the blind spot and decisively attacked, “Since she is so rich, why don’t you use her money to open the shop? Instead, you are selling second-hand goods here? How will you ever save enough money this way?”

Song Xingzi pouted, revealing the smile of a thirty-day-old-fish-aged (experienced) boss, “You! You can tell immediately that you’re not serious!”

“How can I, a person so self-reliant and independent, live off a rich woman? If I did that, wouldn’t my relationship with my wife deteriorate? Plus, how much would that influence my in-laws’ impression of me! Ruin the second half of my life with one sentence—don’t you understand?”

“Love and marriage are a great subject! Young person, you still have a lot to learn!”

Ji Ruyue: “I understand.”

“Ding dong”

“System Notification: Your item has been successfully sold. The amount for this order is $36,000.00.”

“Ding dong”

“System Notification: Your item has been successfully sold. The amount for this order is $10,000.00.”

“Ding dong”

“System Notification: Your item has been successfully sold. The amount for this order is…”

A string of system notifications confused Song Xingzi. She saw that all the orders were placed by the same small account, which had only been registered for one day. She leaped up from the bed, hastily pressed the microphone on the input method, and actually started using voice-to-text.

“Uh, wait a minute! I know you must be envious of my fairy-tale love, but don’t impulse buy! The prices are wrong. A couple of days ago, a customer hinted at (insulted) me, and I got angry and doubled all the prices. Please click ‘refund’ first; I’ll agree to it here. If you truly want to buy, I’ll adjust the prices back to normal, and then you can place the order.”

Only after educating the ‘silly child’ in one breath did Song Xingzi recover. She arched her body, one foot stomping excitedly, her hands swinging up and down with the movement, and then burst into a round of wild laughter: “Hahahahaha! I’ve met a rich woman! Ah—that’s great! I’ll have the money to marry Ji Ji!”

Ji Ruyue looked at Song Xingzi’s long spiel and replied faintly, “It’s alright, I don’t lack this bit of money. I wish you success.”

When Song Xingzi had finished laughing, she saw the message and screamed, “Ahhh—why am I so lucky today! Did a good-luck doll build a nest on my head?”

After screaming, Song Xingzi threw herself onto the bed and replied to the rich buyer with genuine emotion, “Thank you, Rich Woman. I will definitely succeed! But I’m not home right now, so I might only be able to ship tomorrow or the day after.”

Ji Ruyue looked at the glaring words “Rich Woman,” which only made her think of her forty-plus-year-old business colleagues who lavishly supported younger men. Her eyelid twitched. She still typed the boss’s composed reply: “It’s alright, I’m not in a hurry.”

Meeting such a good buyer for the first time, Song Xingzi activated her genuinely effusive flattery mode: “Ahhh—Rich Woman Sister is so good! I wish Rich Woman Sister a fairy-tale love too, daily happiness, a blissful life, and a soaring career. When I succeed, I’ll be sure to message Sister!”

“Mhm, waiting for your success.”

Ji Ruyue replied coolly, put down her phone, and the flower clusters in her heart couldn’t stop sprouting. The growth of the grass and wood brought a soft, subtle itchiness, and her lips curled up unconsciously. It was only when her cool fingers touched the soft corner of her mouth that Ji Ruyue realized she was smiling.

Song Xingzi’s influence on me is too great!

Ji Ruyue calmly put down her hand, suppressed her smile, brought up the chat interface, found her assistant Zhang Yuan, and sent a new message.

At midnight, Song Xingzi’s good luck charm had worn off. She slumped on the sofa, with the online course video Ji Ruyue had signed her up for playing on the tablet beside her. Amidst the teacher’s fluctuating voice, she was completely overcome by sleep.

With a soft thud, the phone in her hand slipped to the floor, finally waking Song Xingzi up. She rubbed her eyes, stretched, fumbled on the ground to pick up her phone, and yawned again, mumbling drowsily, “Why isn’t Ji Ji back yet? Didn’t she say she’d arrive tonight?”

Speak of the devil and she appears. Song Xingzi’s sleepy yawn had just finished when a knock came at the door. It was Ji Ruyue, who had finally arrived at the hotel.

“Ji Ji, you’re finally back! If you didn’t come back, I was going to go to the capital to find you! See which little temptress had stolen your heart this time!” Song Xingzi said, linking her arm through Ji Ruyue’s, pulling her in, and then greeting the two bodyguards at the door, “Bodyguard Li, Assistant Lin, good evening, ya~”

The two silent guards nodded in unison, considerately closed the door, completed their daily task, and turned to leave gracefully.

“It was just work; there were no little temptresses,” Ji Ruyue stopped her suitcase in the lobby, obediently letting Song Xingzi link arms with her and follow her inside.

“Aiya, I know! I was just kidding with Ji Ji! Ji Ji would never do that!”

Although she verbally expressed absolute trust in the other party, Song Xingzi’s gaze—full of affection, in the throes of first love, and the uncontrollably upturned corners of her mouth upon receiving the reassurance—indicated otherwise.

Ji Ruyue found it amusing and let her speak. Anyway, she had always spoiled Song Xingzi without limit, letting her do whatever she wanted.

“Why are you staying up so late? Aren’t you tired?”

Song Xingzi had already changed into loose pajamas, yet she was able to run over the moment Ji Ruyue entered. It seemed she had been staying up waiting after washing up.

“Because Ji Ji said she’d be back tonight, of course I have to wait for Ji Ji,” Song Xingzi flopped onto the sofa, watching Ji Ruyue busy herself, and said naturally, “No matter how late, I’ll wait for you. I want to give Ji Ji a feeling of ‘home’—it’s a ritual of life.”

Ji Ruyue’s hand, holding the makeup remover, paused. Song Xingzi’s undisguised love and straightforward, unskillful, headstrong care could always make tender shoots grow and flowers bloom in her barren heart.

Feeling the unusual warm current in her heart, Ji Ruyue gently wiped the makeup remover-soaked cotton pad across her red lips. “Song Xingzi, go to sleep first. It’s very late. I’ll sleep once I’ve washed up.”

“Mhm,” Song Xingzi made a muffled sound. She was indeed very sleepy but still wanted to sleep with Ji Ruyue and hear exactly what Ji Ruyue had done to deal with the scumbag male lead. She struggled to say, “Then I’ll wait for Ji Ji in bed. Ji Ji, hurry up and wash up fragrantly.”

Ji Ruyue: “…” Can she just say things like that?

If she weren’t intimately familiar with Song Xingzi’s pure, blank-page nature, Ji Ruyue might have thought Song Xingzi was making some kind of suggestive hint toward her.

“Understood.”

Ji Ruyue closed the door, isolating Song Xingzi’s innocent gaze.

She turned on the shower, squeezed out a dollop of shampoo, rubbed it into her hair, then squeezed out a dollop of shower gel…

Ji Ruyue didn’t linger in the shower and came out quickly. After blow-drying her damp black hair, she lay down next to Song Xingzi, wearing a faint, tranquil cedar scent. The friction of her smooth, satiny skin against the cotton pajamas made the fragrance even more tempting.

Song Xingzi turned her head, shared half the blanket with Ji Ruyue, and as soon as the other person lay down, she couldn’t wait to scoot closer. Sniffing the pleasant scent on Ji Ruyue’s body, she was no longer sleepy. Her sweet, soft voice chattered away, “Ji Ji, Ji Ji, your shower gel smells so good! What were you doing these past two days? Did you miss me? You didn’t proactively talk to me, and even your replies were so perfunctory!”

“I pulled out the spies that Li Yeben planted at the Ji Group and created some trouble for him,” Ji Ruyue lay on her side facing Song Xingzi. She answered Song Xingzi’s questions with extreme patience, “I missed you. Because I was too busy.”

Song Xingzi looked suspicious, pinched the quilt, and asked coyly, “Did Ji Ji really miss me? When? I didn’t feel Ji Ji missing me; I didn’t even sneeze once.”

“I missed you,” Ji Ruyue’s expression was very serious, and then she slowly smiled, “I thought about you even when I was sleeping. I can’t sleep without you.”

“Am I Ji Ji’s sleeping pill? I actually have that function,” Because she was in a good mood, the words that would usually make Song Xingzi snap now only made her slowly make a joke, “No wonder I always dream about Ji Ji. So Ji Ji isn’t sleeping and comes to find me in my dreams!”

“Mhm,” Ji Ruyue softly agreed, placed her hand on Song Xingzi’s soft black hair, and gently rubbed her head.

Ji Ji controls her strength so well. Not too light, not too heavy. If I turned into my original form and lay on Ji Ji’s lap, being stroked by her would definitely feel very comfortable.

Song Xingzi squinted contentedly, naturally confessing her love for her beloved in a flowery way, “Hehe, I love Ji Ji the most!”

“Why do you like me?” Ji Ruyue suddenly stopped moving, wrapping her arms around Song Xingzi’s shoulders, as if on a whim, she suddenly asked this question flatly. The light reflected in her pale pupils, and she pursed her lips, her inherent world-weariness resurfacing.

Why do I like Ji Ji?

The question came too suddenly, and Song Xingzi was a little stunned.

I can’t possibly say it’s because when I was reading the story, I felt Ji Ji was very much like the Fox Sister, which sparked a vague good feeling, and then in this strange human world, she continuously took care of me, and without realizing it, I fell in love with a Ji Ji who is completely different from my initial imagination.

Wouldn’t that expose the fact that I’m not human? I can’t tell the truth!

“Because you have a heart of gold, and I’m the only one who saw it.”

Song Xingzi stated her love with conviction, reaching out to hug Ji Ruyue.

Ji Ruyue pushed Song Xingzi away, turned her back, and burst into laughter—short and rapid. After laughing for a while, she suddenly fell silent.

Song Xingzi tentatively pushed her back. Ji Ruyue reached out, picked her up, turned her around, and pressed her head into her embrace.

Ji Ruyue’s movement was quick, causing Song Xingzi to be a little out of breath. She carefully shifted her body in Ji Ruyue’s arms to find a comfortable position, but she caught a glimpse of tear tracks on Ji Ruyue’s chin.

“Ji Ji, why are you crying?”

Ji Ruyue pressed Song Xingzi’s head back to her chest and said warmly, “It’s nothing. Go to sleep. Didn’t you really want to visit the night market with Zhao Yu and Qi Nanchun? Think about what you want to play and eat. Tomorrow, we’ll go look around near the film studio.”

Song Xingzi obediently stopped speaking, wrapped her arms around Ji Ruyue’s slender waist, and gently leaned her head against Ji Ruyue’s heart, listening intently to her rhythmic heartbeat.

Ji Ji, it’s okay to cry. Your past life was too harsh and unreasonable, but it’s all over now. In the days ahead, Songzi will always be with you, forever and ever.

Ji Ruyue turned off the light and hugged Song Xingzi. Song Xingzi was as small as a kitten, obediently nestled within her domain. Ji Ruyue tilted her head to look at the night sky outside the window: a crescent moon emitted a warm yellow glow, with the stars beside it shining in harmony.

Why did I cry? I was nothing more than a pool of sewage, manipulated by fate, destined to be ignored, despised, and abandoned…

Death was never an end for me, but the beginning of a new round of torment. In the repeated torture of having my consciousness erased, I finally gradually became accustomed and chose to give up resisting.

But one day, I opened my eyes, and you were like a beam of light, resolutely jumping into this pool of sewage, shedding tears to salvage my non-existent heart of gold…

My star! How can I not cry?

Warm liquid slid out of her eyes, tracing the smooth contours of her face all the way to the pillowcase, soaking into the fluffy pillow core, and flowing into Song Xingzi’s fervent and passionate true heart.

The person in her arms was very quiet, her breathing steady. She must have fallen asleep.

Ji Ruyue held her a little tighter and whispered into Song Xingzi’s ear, “Song Xingzi, you are my star.”

Her voice was light and slow, ethereal like a gentle breeze. She knew the star couldn’t hear the sound of the wind, and it was this unperceived confession that gave her peace.

“Ji Ji, you are the star’s moon.”

Revolving around you, so you are no longer lonely, is my destiny. I embrace it willingly.