After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 51

How panicked and overwhelmed the male lead was, Song Xingzi, who was blissfully unaware and currently enjoying the brand’s precious collection on the second floor of the exhibition hall after experiencing the jewelry making process, had no idea.

On the second floor of the exhibition hall, silver and gold crowns were neatly arranged on the blue walls on both sides. Under the white lights, the perfectly cut diamonds shone with dazzling brilliance. Song Xingzi was not captivated by the crowns, but rather had her heart captured by a pair of rings.

It was free viewing time. The guide had run off to the side to get water. The group wandered around individually, while Song Xingzi stared at the two rings in the glass case, unable to move her feet. Her mind was frantically scrolling:

What beautiful jewelry! What a unique design!

This was a pair of wedding rings: a moon ring and a star ring. The moon was carved from a single piece of transparent sapphire, exhibiting a captivating cold glow under the white lights, while the star was carved from a large yellow diamond, emitting a gentle halo.

The star and the moon. The moon had the star’s color, and the star had the moon’s brilliance. I want it so badly! I want to buy it! Ahhhh! I super want it! I want to buy it for Ji Ji, as a token of love!

Song Xingzi pressed her entire body against the glass case to look at the price tag directly below:

378,000 francs? How much is that? Let me calculate. Oh my god, is that more than 2.7 million? A pair would be five or six million! That much money! C-C-Can I afford it? This endorsement earned me over three million yuan, the previous TV drama had over a million, plus the money from selling clothes, bits and pieces add up to four or five hundred thousand. It looks like it’s not enough!

What should I do? I really want to buy it for Ji Ji. Sob, sob, sob, I’m so poor. My roasted nuts shop hasn’t even opened yet, and I don’t have enough saved up to buy a gift.

Song Xingzi gently tugged at her hair, her small face clearly displaying the words, “This is too difficult for me.”

Never mind. I’ll come back and buy them when I earn a little more money. I wonder if the status of this endorser is useful; can I ask the blue-eyed people to hold them for me first?

Song Xingzi sighed, pulled on Ji Ruyue’s arm, and reluctantly walked towards the next display case, looking back every step of the way.

Ji Ruyue found this amusing. If she was so short of money, why didn’t she use the black card I gave her? She stopped the visibly pained Song Xingzi and pointed a noble finger at the matching rings counter. “Want them? Go get them. I’ll buy them for you.”

“I don’t want them, just looking,” Song Xingzi shook her head. How could a confession gift be bought by the person being pursued? Although she was a poor-but-proud squirrel, she wouldn’t do something so disgraceful.

“Too embarrassed?” Ji Ruyue saw Song Xingzi’s hesitant look, rubbed her wrist watch, the silver strap glinting, just like her clear, moving voice. “Then consider it a debt to me. I’ll advance it from your salary. If you like it, buy it. If you miss it, you might never see it again.”

“Hmm,” Song Xingzi turned her face to look at the sapphire moon, blinked, and whispered, “Then Ji Ji, help me buy the moon. I can pay for the star myself. I have money!”

It’s only 2.7 million. After spending it, I’ll still have one or two million in savings. That should be enough to buy a shop in the city center. I need to open the roasted nuts shop quickly. I need to earn money fast, get rich, and support Ji Ji.

“Alright, little rich woman?”

Ji Ruyue’s voice trailed upwards, sounding so swoon-worthy and flirtatious. Song Xingzi’s face flushed, and her heart pounded as she held Ji Ruyue’s arm and walked forward.

This was sweet love! A happy married life! A beautiful honeymoon abroad! It would be best to immediately register the marriage.

“Ji Ji, Ji Ji, Ji Ji.”

“Yes?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to call you. You don’t have to answer me.”

Ji Ruyue smiled, letting Song Xingzi hold her and call her name again and again.

“Ji Ji, Ji Ji…”

“Ji Ji, Ji Ji…”

Perhaps due to the passionate honeymoon phase (not yet), Song Xingzi was very clingy, calling Ji Ruyue’s name sweetly, as if dipped in honey. Ji Ruyue listened with a smile, letting her have her fun.

The visit concluded. The work of taking shots and photographs was smoothly completed under the guidance of professionals. According to the schedule, there were more than two days of free time left in the Paris trip.

Perhaps this country, this city, was overly romantic, and life here was a slow, refined pace. It took two days from when Ji Ruyue negotiated with the brand to buy the collection piece until the rings were delivered.

The brand dispatched a dedicated person dressed in a tuxedo, looking presentable, who delivered the gift to the hotel room like a messenger, personally handing it to Ji Ruyue.

It was evening now. The lights were soft, and the wind was gentle. Ji Ruyue accepted the beautifully and exquisitely packaged velvet box, offered her thanks, and turned to re-enter the room.

Song Xingzi had just finished showering, her body carrying moist steam. She bounced out of the bathroom, her sharp eyes catching sight of the box in Ji Ruyue’s hand, and she cheerfully asked, “Ji Ji, what do you have there?”

“The rings you wanted.”

Ji Ruyue’s voice was as calm as her expression, but it didn’t sound cold; rather, it carried a silent tenderness.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute, don’t open it yet! For such a solemn moment of exchanging rings, I need to properly dress up and put on some makeup.”

Song Xingzi held Ji Ruyue’s hand, her words fast and steady. Seeing the other person put the box away as requested, Song Xingzi felt relieved and went to blow-dry her hair and change clothes. Of course, in the end, she still didn’t put on makeup. After all, the female lead’s face, which resembled a hibiscus emerging from clear water, would only lose that pure and delicate feeling with makeup.

Well, the main reason was that Song Xingzi, in the passionate phase, truly couldn’t wait. Her heart felt like a kitten was scratching it. Rushing to put on her translucent red gauze dress, Song Xingzi ran to the living room and stood properly in front of Ji Ruyue.

“All done. We can exchange the rings now.”

Song Xingzi’s face was serious. She stood at attention, took the velvet box from Ji Ruyue’s hand, and examined it carefully and thoughtfully.

The box was dark blue, with a hot-stamped design of stars and the moon shining together on the lid. Silk ribbon of the same color meticulously wrapped around the box, threading through the golden stars and the moon to form an upturned heart shape.

Song Xingzi’s breathing quickened. She pulled open the silk ribbon with trembling hands and gently, solemnly opened the box.

The raging waves surging in her heart flowed through her pounding heart, winding veins, and straight spine, finally manifesting in those clear, autumn-water eyes that seemed to hold stars.

Ji Ji, I will accompany you forever and ever.

Ji Ruyue didn’t know why a mere pair of rings could make Song Xingzi so emotional.

Apart from the relentless pursuit of freedom, Ji Ruyue had never had fierce desires, so she didn’t understand: before obtaining it, desire was hidden in Pandora’s box, and everything could be endured. But once the box was opened, every single second of patience became a form of torture, a sweet torture.

When uncertain about Ji Ruyue’s feelings, Song Xingzi was always cautious, wrapping her naked, burning passion with cuteness and innocence. But when she heard Ji Ruyue’s confession with her own ears, she had already made up her mind—the desire to completely possess her moon.

Ji Ruyue watched her calmly and inclusively, as if offering silent encouragement.

Song Xingzi knelt on one knee, gently lifted Ji Ruyue’s hand hanging by her side, her gaze pure yet fervent, unconsciously licking her slightly trembling lower lip. She said, “Ji Ji, I lied to you that morning. I heard it. You told that blue-eyed person that I was your little girlfriend, that we had been together for a long time. But you never told me, and I thought maybe it was because we were both waiting for a ceremony like this. You didn’t ask me why I specifically chose this pair of rings? But I want to tell you, I want to say that this is you and me, the Star and her Moon.”

Every word and sentence from Song Xingzi turned into bamboo rods, striking the drumhead of Ji Ruyue’s heart, resonating in her body with a violent, booming drum sound. Ji Ruyue looked down at the hand that was being held, and then at Song Xingzi, whose eyes were like torches.

Song Xingzi continued, “I love Ji Ruyue. I want to marry Ji Ji. I want to stand by your side, as your lover.”

“Song Xingzi,” Perhaps the drumming was too loud. Ji Ruyue withdrew her hand and cupped Song Xingzi’s face. “Will you deceive me? Will you betray me? Will you abandon me?”

This was her deepest hidden worry. She was eternally afraid of that predetermined fate: the fate of being ignored, deceived, and abandoned. Song Xingzi’s gaze, firm and enduring like a star chasing the moon, moved her heart, easing her first layer of concerns, but the deeper ones were harder to dispel.

Song Xingzi shook her head, looking at Ji Ruyue with confusion but full concentration, saying word by word, “Song Xingzi will never deceive Ji Ruyue, never betray Ji Ruyue, and never abandon Ji Ruyue. I will love you forever, like the star pursuing the moon.”

“But how far is ‘forever’?” For the first time, Ji Ruyue was so difficult, refusing to let up like an unreasonable child. “Love itself is a novelty. It starts with a countdown. What if you say you love me forever today, but tomorrow you fall for a better older sister and conspire with her to harm me?”

Song Xingzi acutely sensed the subtle sorrow and fear emanating from Ji Ruyue. Connecting this with her words, she understood what Ji Ruyue was truly worried about. “Ji Ji, I am not Li Yebai, nor am I the female lead. I have my own thoughts, and one heart. It beats only for you, and it doesn’t care about the unreasonable plot.”

Hearing this, Ji Ruyue smiled. She released her hand, her gaze falling onto the matching rings in the box. She carefully picked up the blue moon ring, held Song Xingzi’s free left hand, and slowly slid the ring onto her slender, fair ring finger.

“Remember what you said, my star,” No matter what happens, you can’t leave me.

“I know, the star’s moon!”

Song Xingzi smiled radiantly. After admiring the moon on her ring finger for a moment, she placed the star ring on Ji Ruyue’s finger.

“Now, can the star kiss her moon?”

Song Xingzi smiled and stood up, her red gauze dress swaying with her movement, graceful and enchanting.

Ji Ruyue was mesmerized. She realized for the first time that the Song Xingzi she saw as a child no longer carried much childishness. Instead, she exuded a kind of courage, a kind of sexiness, a kind of maturity, blooming naturally and brilliantly like a pomegranate flower in summer, without her noticing.

“You can,” Ji Ruyue sat upright. The door of desire in her heart had not yet been fully knocked open. She didn’t have the urge to actively plunder. On the contrary, in her heart, she and Song Xingzi felt more like a spiritually intimate relationship—a match made in heaven, pure and elegant.

Receiving permission, the flower, now finally spoken for, instantly threw reason to the wind. She wrapped her arms around Ji Ruyue’s neck, pushed her down into the sofa, and kissed the red lips she had yearned for day and night.

Ji Ruyue’s eyes widened. The soft, warm lips met. This experience…

She closed her eyes, subconsciously parting her red lips. Song Xingzi was like a long-coveted thief, seizing the opportunity to enter and immediately engage in a complicated entanglement with the owner, gently yet passionately nibbling, stirring up a storm in their shared world.

The moment their lips and tongues intertwined, Ji Ruyue felt a sweet, cherry-flavored kiss. She had eaten cherries while getting ready earlier. No wonder her pink lips were stained with an enchanting red during the confession.

Ji Ruyue imagined Song Xingzi secretly delighted and innocently applying cherry juice to her lips in front of the mirror, her eyes filled with both naïve and ardent love. Finally, she couldn’t help but respond to Song Xingzi.

She embraced the person, her hands wandering aimlessly over Song Xingzi’s body. Perhaps it was innate talent, or perhaps Song Xingzi’s outfit today was easy to remove. After a few movements, she surprisingly undressed the person in her arms. When her cool hand touched the smooth, creamy waist, Ji Ruyue suddenly awoke from her daze. She pushed the kiss-drunk person away, and for the first time, stammered with a blush, “N-No, no, we… we are going too fast.”

Song Xingzi froze, shivering slightly, naked. Ji Ruyue quickly grabbed the blanket on the sofa and wrapped her up, then carried her to the sofa. Her movements were gentle and light, as if she were holding not a person weighing nearly a hundred pounds, but a piece of precious porcelain.

“N-No, no, Ji Ji,” Song Xingzi remained dazed, asking blankly, “Ji Ji, why?”

My pants, no, my skirt was stripped off by you, and you’re telling me we’re going too fast? Is this really my Ji Ji?

“I,” Ji Ruyue found it hard to describe the feeling in her heart—a strange sensation mixed with heat and desire. It was too unfamiliar. She wasn’t used to it. Moreover, getting into bed right after getting together seemed too unreliable.

Ji Ruyue was too embarrassed to explain these girlish thoughts to Song Xingzi in detail. A sudden idea struck her. She held Song Xingzi’s hand and said, “I’m on my period. I can’t do this.”

Song Xingzi asked an innocent question: “But, but, you were fine yesterday?”

“It just started today,” Ji Ruyue affirmed with a nod. “You sleep in the big bed tonight. I’ll take the guest room, so I don’t stain you.”

After saying this, she fled to the guest room as if escaping, not even bothering to shower.

Song Xingzi: “Huh? Ah—”

At this time in the Imperial Capital, it was precisely five in the morning. A light rain drizzled down, obscuring any glimpse of daylight. The city hadn’t fully awakened. The orange streetlights along the roads were still on, and only an occasional car sped past.

He Ya walked leisurely on the overpass. The thick steel bars on both sides of the bridge pulled up this concrete rainbow bridge. She wasn’t holding an umbrella, letting the rain soak her trench coat little by little, then seep through the soft sweater, cooling her heart.

Ji Ruyue’s arrangements were meticulous, and Li Yebai was frantically counterattacking, but unaware of his enemy’s identity. The two sides continuously clashed—online public opinion, stock market shares—every area was a battleground. Meanwhile, she and Li Yebai’s former lovers were completely abandoned, used as cannon fodder to quell public outcry.

He Ya had already angered Li Yebai before this. Her passive work hindered the effectiveness of Li Yebai’s counter-narrative, and naturally, the disobedient canary was abandoned by its master.

She was shelved by the company. All the endorsements she had secured and the scripts she had accepted were canceled one by one. Even the company’s staff apartment was recalled. Fortunately, Li Yebai wasn’t so poor as to demand money from her. The money she had earned before was still safely in the bank.

He Ya walked slowly, the rain wetting her soft black hair. The streets on both sides were lonely and deserted. Tired of walking, she found a relatively clean spot and sat down on the ground.

“Although I knew this would be the result, it’s still a bit hard to take when it actually happens. To be abandoned so easily. He is even more ruthless than I imagined. Xingzi was right…”

At that time, she had just left university, carrying grand dreams, and came to Beijing with nothing to her name, imagining that one day she could carve out a niche for herself in the entertainment industry with her own skills.

But endless hands stretched out from the swamp, each trying to drag her into the mud. Defenseless, she relied on a burst of courage to reject one person after another, but ultimately fell into Li Yebai’s arms: compared to fat, wealthy businessmen, being with a handsome and rich peer was such a wonderful thing! If he also loved her, it wouldn’t be a sordid relationship between a canary and her sugar daddy, but between the actress He Ya and her lover…

“Actually, it doesn’t matter. At least you’ve earned enough money, haven’t you?” He Ya looked up, leaning against the railing, silently shedding tears. “The goal of coming to the Imperial Capital, one of them has already been achieved. Why be so pessimistic?”

“Hahahaha—”

He Ya cried and laughed, and when she finally calmed down, a black Porsche stopped in front of her. The weary-looking little princess noblely pinched her eye mask, leaning out the car window and saying to her, “Oh, isn’t this the scheming woman? Finally abandoned by your sugar daddy, huh! Look at how miserable you are, your eyes are all red from crying! Xiao Dong, hurry and get some tissue for Ms. He to wipe her tears.”

“It’s you, Big Eyes.”

He Ya wasn’t angry. She gently picked up the handkerchief tissue her assistant threw on the ground, and slowly and calmly unwrapped the package, pulled out a tissue, and gently wiped away the tears and raindrops.

Gu Zhuxin suddenly felt a little bad. She rolled up the car window, opened the car door, her red stiletto heels stepping into a small puddle, and extended her hand to He Ya:

“Want to go have some ginger tea?”