After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 63

“South Village, No. 21, Wu Jianguo. South Village, No. 22, Wu Guoqing. North Village, No. 16, Wu Guoqiang…”

Li Yeběi rattled off the names of twenty-seven villagers and their corresponding house numbers in one breath. Cheng Shui gripped his small notebook, looking at the single-digit number of names on it, and shuddered, desperately signaling to Yu Shun with his eyes.

“Brother, Shun-ge (Brother Shun), you are my brother! Shun-ge, I beg you, report a few less names! I don’t want to share a room with the Overbearing CEO.”

There was nothing he could do. He truly couldn’t understand the foreign gibberish of the Southerners, and the big roosters at the gates were more terrifying than the last. The handsome man, who had been pecked by a chicken as a child, truly dared not venture into danger.

Despite Yu Shun’s honest and simple appearance, everyone in the industry knew he had a phenomenal memory and could recall faces almost instantly.

If nothing went wrong, he would definitely take first place. This meant that Cheng Shui would have to share a room with the Overbearing CEO, whose gaze could kill instantly and whose smile could freeze a person to death.

That would be absolutely terrifying, no different from the crackle and boom of a nine-heavens profound thunderbolt hitting a Qi Refining novice—a result leading to total annihilation.

Yu Shun quietly asked him what was wrong. The final tally for the Female Group was announced: Ji Han surprisingly secured first place with ten names.

Cheng Shui, who was deeply emotional on stage and ridiculous off-stage, was kneeling online (metaphorically begging): “Shun-ge, can I be in the same room as you? I’m super clean, my sleeping posture is great, and I don’t snore or grind my teeth.”

Song Xingzi, whose mind was full of colored fanfiction, suddenly jolted. She looked intently at Ji Ruyue and said, “Listen! What kind of fierce, explicit language is that! So intense!”

Ji Ruyue: “…”

??? What exactly are you fantasizing about?

Ji Ruyue did not speak, her lips curled up, her gaze focused entirely on Song Xingzi.

Because his success came from the original self-produced drama by Xing Guang Entertainment, Yu Shun felt no goodwill toward Li Yeběi, the man who dumped Little CEO Ji. He originally planned to live alone to spite Li Yeběi, but it seemed more satisfying to isolate the publicly beloved CEO.

So, the honest man smiled slightly. After Cheng Shui reported his single-digit achievement, he stood up and spoke fluently: “South Village, No. 1, Wu Kangyu. South Village, No. 2, Wu Kangjian. South Village, No. 3, Wu Jianzhang…”

Cheng Shui’s face was tense. In the camera’s blind spot, he frantically blinked: Stop reporting, Brother, Shun-ge, please. Just three more, and you’ll pass him.

The honest man Yu Shun’s expression remained unchanged. “South Village, No. 25, Wu Heping. South Village, No. 26, Wu Junying. South Village, No….”

When he reached the twenty-seventh villager, Yu Shun suddenly stuttered and paused for a moment. He scratched his head sheepishly and said honestly, “I only remember the South Village ones. I didn’t wander much in the North Village.”

Li Yeběi naturally heard Cheng Shui’s words, but he didn’t care for the affection of such insignificant minor characters. However, why was that woman so clingy toward Ji Ruyue?

Li Yeběi felt as if a bright green lotus leaf hat was resting on his head, and he somehow felt that Song Xingzi was the one who placed it there.

The feeling came too abruptly. It wasn’t until the host announced the results, arranged the next task, and served the only dinner that didn’t require effort, that Li Yeběi watched Song Xingzi grab a struggling chicken from the yard and ask the staff cheerfully, “Can we eat this chicken? Is it ours?”

The woman grinned, pressing down on a furiously struggling chicken under the bloody sunset.

This is truly wrong. She shouldn’t be doing these things. Li Yeběi glanced at the First Place luxury meal and suddenly lost interest.

It shouldn’t be like this. Where did things go wrong?

What should it have been like? he asked himself.

There was no answer. He didn’t know.

Li Yeběi put down his luxurious dinner and sat alone in his chair, observing everything.

The chicken was cooking. Ji Ruyue stood beside Song Xingzi, helping to wash vegetables. Yu Shun was fumbling to light the fire.

“Aiya, Brother 66, you can just borrow a little fire from under the big wok. No need to start a new one.”

The fire under the small wok was also lit. Song Xingzi wielded the large iron spatula, pouring the rice into the wok and stir-frying it. “Jijji, stand back a bit. The cooking smoke is choking.”

Cheng Shui came over acidly. “I smell something sour in the air. Let me see who it’s coming from? Oh, it’s you!”

“Well, you smell truly refreshing coming over here,” Ji Han put down her utensils, washed her hands under the tap connected to the hose, and joined the fun.

“Wow! Song Xingzi, you really are a great chef!” Ji Han exaggeratedly inhaled, lifted the hem of her small dress, and found a clean stool to sit on. “I watched your new drama. Your cooking skills in it were amazing. I thought it was special effects! Did you learn how to cook? You’re really incredible! So strong!”

Song Xingzi humbly acknowledged, “The Jiejie (older sister) next door liked gourmet food, so I followed her and learned for a few years. It’s not strong, not strong. I only know how to make clear porridge and small dishes.”

Of course. The little squirrel, orphaned and nearly starved to death on the desolate mountain, was picked up by Kui and entrusted to the Nine-tailed Fox for care. Finally having a family, she studied cooking alongside cultivation to be liked by everyone.

Having studied for several centuries, she was a proper Master Chinese Chef.

Ji Han: “Don’t be modest! I think you are amazing! Before coming here, I thought, ‘No one here knows how to cook. Are we just going to be poisoned by Brother Shun’s dark cuisine?’ Then you appeared! You are truly a living Food God saving us from suffering!”

This was the first time Song Xingzi had encountered someone who could compliment so elaborately in real life. She looked pleadingly at Ji Ruyue, who nodded in affirmation: “Xingxing is famous in the crew as the Food God. Everyone waits for her to cook. The director even deliberately rescheduled the cooking scenes to meal times just to freeload. Xingxing is wonderful, truly.”

Older sister? Which older sister? What older sister?

Jealous Vinegar Ji Ruyue went online, pondering how to question her girlfriend tonight.

Song Xingzi [Inner Monologue]: No good, my face is turning redder. Would the fanfic Tatas believe me if I said it was just the smoke?

Thinking of the beautiful cooking scene in the drama and the appetizing aroma of meat in the air, Ji Han cupped her face in her hands and inhaled intoxicatedly. “Then can I have some? Chef Song, Master Chef Song, can I eat a little?”

“No way! You just ate the luxury meal. This is for us bottom-ranked participants,” Cheng Shui joked, darting in front of the iron wok to protect the delicacy.

Song Xingzi immediately debunked him. “Of course, you can. Isn’t this chicken for all of us?”

The chicken was served right as the fried rice was finished. Five people gathered around the wok and shared the food harmoniously.

Li Yeběi sat alone on his stool. There was no other living creature within a three-meter radius.

“Can I have some too?”

Li Yeběi’s gaze was glued to Song Xingzi, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.

Mādàn (Damn it), why is he looking at me like that? I’ll dig out your eyes!

Extremely irritable on the inside, she maintained a public smile. This was the necessary professionalism of a public figure in front of the camera. Song Xingzi smiled and said, “I’m sorry, but there’s none left.”

Ji Ruyue stood in front of Song Xingzi, her face expressionless, perfectly blocking Li Yeběi’s line of sight.

The Male Lead is abnormal. Did he abandon the group’s life-or-death situation and his public duties to come here for Song Xingzi?

Thinking of this possibility, Ji Ruyue scowled, radiating cold air without saying a word.

“Really? My luck is terrible.”

Li Yeběi looked wronged. Song Xingzi’s dislike and rejection of him were too obvious, and he found it difficult to accept.

“Heh heh heh, just okay, just okay.”

“CEO Li has the single room, though!”

“Don’t say that; it’s quite good.”

Song Xingzi’s preferential treatment was too obvious. During post-production, a flashing pink caption was added here: “I, Chef Song, a nationally renowned double-standard queen!”

After the show aired, the CP fans went wild shipping them. What was this called? This was called “The Originals are Shipping Themselves!” Other people come to the show for work needs; our Jiejie came for a business trip romance! Hahahahaha!

This is a story for later, so we won’t mention it for now. Yu Shun took on the arduous task of washing the dishes. The first day of the chaotic “Boss and Employee Farm Stay” filming session concluded. The guests returned to their rooms to wash up and sleep.

After showering, Song Xingzi collapsed bonelessly onto the bed. She picked up the basic, old-school phone uniformly distributed by the production team and played a boring game of Sokoban.

“Jijji, I’m so bored. I want to check Weibo.” Wuwuwu, the little broken drama updated again today. I want to see the shippers (kē xué jiā) shipping and the authors (tàitài) producing new works.

“Aiya, Jijji, I heard that Big Eyes and He Ya went on a dating variety show. Are they together?” Song Xingzi rolled over, lay on her stomach, and swung her calves. “Why do you think even cunning, awful women like He Ya have people who like them?”

“No matter what kind of person you are, someone in this world will like you. Maybe it’s a case of ‘every pot has its lid’ (matching perfectly)? Maybe they look terrible to others, but they become a shining point to the person who loves them.” Ji Ruyue, damp from the shower, sat on a bamboo chair blowing her hair dry. Her voice was light and slow, with a natural huskiness. “I’m so awful, a wicked female supporting character, yet don’t I have you, the Female Lead, who likes me?”

Song Xingzi tossed the phone aside and jumped off the bed. “You’re talking nonsense. Jijji is the best in the world, top-notch in every way.”

“Oh? So that’s the logic,” Ji Ruyue spun around, chair and all, to face Song Xingzi. Her eyelids were half-closed, and she asked chillingly, “Who is the Jiejie next door? Hmm?”

“She, she is just my older sister. She raised me with my older brother, and also Uncle Niu, but Uncle Niu was very busy and didn’t spend much time with me.”

Thinking of her family in the demon realm, Song Xingzi felt a little lost, but quickly found new amusement and exclaimed in surprise, “Jijji, weren’t all phones confiscated? Why do you still have a smartphone?”

She didn’t mention her parents.

Ji Ruyue couldn’t bear to touch Song Xingzi’s sore spot, so she played along. “Ahem, the production team didn’t confiscate mine. Perhaps… this is the privilege of the elite class!”

“No way! Damn capitalism! Let me play! I want to check Weibo.”

“Didn’t you say you don’t look at that stuff? Why do you suddenly like it?”

Thinking of the head-spinning, sweet heaven, Song Xingzi stated righteously, “This is a mission assigned to me by the Organization!”

Gotta get material. Get a lot of it. Even when I leave the industry, I can still film vlogs and advertise my shop. Heh heh.

Li Yeběi, also part of the elite class, did not have his phone confiscated. He stood by the window, following his grandfather’s instructions not to look for the snake demon (not!).

“I’ve always taught you that the truly patient person is the one who can achieve great things. You have neither enough cunning nor enough tolerance. You’ve been too spoiled by smooth sailing all these years, which has led you astray. You are to temporarily stop managing the Li Group.”

The elderly man’s deep, powerful voice pierced through the phone speaker, like an invisible giant hand fiercely gripping Li Yeběi’s neck.

He found it hard to breathe, struggling for air. The old man’s words continued, “Since you are there, focus on pursuing the Ji family’s girl. You caused this trouble. If you can’t restore cooperation with the Ji Group, you don’t need to be Chairman anymore when you return. You can step down and apologize to appease the shareholders’ anger.”

After a long silence, Li Yeběi struggled to speak.

“What? Are you unhappy with my decision?”

“No,” Li Yeběi gripped the window sill, forcing the words out with all his might. “I will win Ji Ruyue back. Grandpa, rest assured.”

“That’s good.”

The old man unilaterally hung up the phone. Li Yeběi clenched his hands into fists and slammed them forcefully against the wall.

“You hate me! You isolate me! You don’t love me! Why? Why? Why—”

“Win her back? I refuse. I want her dead!”

“Give Song Xingzi back to me.”

But why ‘give back to me’? Li Yeběi looked down at his red, swollen knuckles, remembering the woman he loved in America.

Didn’t I love Little Bai? Little Bai’s surgery was finally successful. She’s filming a movie. Why don’t I miss her?

Li Yeběi stared at the surprisingly bright moon in the sky, lost in thought.