After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 64

The next day, just as dawn broke, the group was awakened by the crowing of the rooster and the sound of the broadcast. They retrieved the letter left by the little messenger from the neck of a big white goose named Gǒudàn (Dog Egg), and the tasks were assigned: Ji Han and Cheng Shui were to stay home to look after Gǒudàn, the chickens, ducks, and geese, and to conveniently receive any arriving guest participants. The remaining four people were to head to the fields at the foot of the mountain to prepare for farm work, including plowing the land and transplanting seedlings.

Fields in the mountains were scarce, and the shady side lacked sunlight. Therefore, once the rapeseed was harvested in May, preparation for the annual soybean crop had to begin. Plowing the land and seeding the beans was of paramount importance—a basic skill every farmer should master. Of course, this did not include the three people: Li, Ji, and Yu…

Song Xingzi drove the tractor alone, busily maneuvering through the fields, while Ji Ruyue sat expressionlessly in the passenger seat. Li Yeběi, with his distinguished air, found a stone pier to sit on, watching the intimate pair, his eyes practically spitting fire [Inner Monologue]: That damned woman! She’s nothing but a worn-out shoe I discarded; who gave her the courage to touch her (Ji Ruyue)! Let her go! Meanwhile, Yu Shun looked at the soybean seeds and sank into a cold silence. He could already imagine the shocking headlines when the show aired: Shock!!! The popular young starlet can actually drive a tractor one-handed!! Is there anything she can’t master?

It was Ji Ruyue’s first time riding such a contraption. With its narrow front, tall body, and heavy rear, it looked strange no matter how she viewed it. Inside the cab, where the camera couldn’t fully capture, she gripped Song Xingzi’s clothes and looked out the window. “You know how to drive a tractor? And you’re very skilled at plowing the land.”

Song Xingzi replied with slightly proud humility, “A necessity of life, a necessity of life. These are all essential basic skills.” In the chapter on ‘Simple Mastery of Human Transportation,’ she not only learned to drive tractors, tricycles, and bicycles but also figured out how humans achieved the feat of the Long March using the ‘Route 11 Bus’ (a colloquial term for walking).

Ji Ruyue mentally fabricated a scenario: a poor young girl who, to lessen the burden on her older brother and sister, would wake up early every day to harvest pitcher plants and drive the family tractor back and forth to deliver goods. Xingxing (Star) truly had it so hard, really. Moved to tears by her own made-up scenario, Ji Ruyue held Song Xingzi’s hand, silently comforting her. [Song Xingzi’s Inner Monologue]: Yīng yīng yīng (whine), thankfully the camera can’t capture this! I… I love this so much!

Song Xingzi held Ji Ruyue’s hand back. Seeing the Male Lead still fixated on them made her feel annoyed. “Jijji, why did Li Yeběi come here? When can he go bankrupt? Yīng yīng yīng, I don’t want to see him online anymore.” “Soon. Just wait for him to make his move,” Ji Ruyue calculated the time. It wasn’t long until the original date of the Ji Group’s bankruptcy. Recently, the Ji Group had intensified its counter-attacks against the Li Group, and the materials she had prepared were enough to ensure the Li Group would never recover. It just depended on whether Li Yeběi could truly resist making a move against her. If you want to rebound from the Female Lead, you’ll need to have the ability.

Ji Ruyue leaned in, turned her head, and her cool lips landed on Song Xingzi’s cheek like soft marshmallows. [Ji Ruyue’s Inner Monologue]: Song Xingzi is mine. “Heh heh, that tickles. You might as well just kiss me on the mouth, no—” :.Was my brain eaten by fanfiction? What nonsense did I just say?

Song Xingzi trembled. She knew how innocent and shy Ji Ruyue was, and the two hadn’t been this close in a long time. Such sudden intimacy was very dangerous. Ji Ruyue chuckled, her slightly downturned eyes filled with affection. “Alright. Hit the brakes.” [Song Xingzi’s Inner Monologue]: ??? I just said that casually, and you believed me? Song Xingzi gave a half-hearted gesture of feigned resistance in her mind. Then, she pulled the hand brake and stepped on the foot brake. The huge red machine stopped in the brown field. Ji Ruyue caressed her cheek, and the kisses fell like a dense, gentle drizzle.

First, the cold, sharp scent of cedar wood washed over her, then it turned into the tranquil sandalwood that enveloped her—this came from Ji Ruyue’s shirt. Following that was a faint sweetness mixed with the aroma of toasted pine nuts, coming from the intersection of their tongues. It was the candy Jijji ate this morning. She loves sweets so much, will she get cavities? Should I try to prevent that for Jijji and change her diet? Song Xingzi’s thoughts diverged, racing onto the highway without needing to step on the gas pedal, going from the kiss is so sweet to what should I do about a child’s (Jijji’s) love for sweets? Will they wonder why the tractor stopped? It’s exciting to think about.

“Don’t get distracted.” Ji Ruyue gently pinched the soft flesh on the back of Song Xingzi’s neck, forcing her to reinvest in the moment. One minute, two minutes, three minutes later, just as Li Yeběi was about to overcome his fastidiousness and walk into the field to investigate, the red tractor finally restarted.

After the farm work was done, another day passed. In the small courtyard were two single-bar bicycles, Phoenix brand—true antiques. Everyone loved them and, having nothing else to do, would ride them around the mountain roads, jokingly calling it a “chartered ride.” However, with too many competitors and too few rewards, they had to allocate time slots. Song Xingzi and Ji Ruyue woke up early and usually rode the bike for morning exercise. The breeze was just right, the moment perfectly capturing the beauty of youth, making the shared bike ride feel utterly wonderful.

“That’s honeysuckle! If we pick it and stir-fry it, it can sell for quite a bit of money.” Song Xingzi sharply spotted the white petals fluttering in the wind in the woods and excitedly told Ji Ruyue. Her tone and voice were like that of a vagrant who hadn’t eaten for generations suddenly seeing soft bread falling from the sky. With an initial budget of only 120 yuan to manage the food, drink, and necessities for six people, “Nanny Song Xingzi” declared that her mind was now solely focused on money.

“Do you want to pick it?” Ji Ruyue tightly wrapped her arms around Song Xingzi’s waist. Their soft bodies rubbed against each other through the thin summer fabric. Cool yet soft, so affectionate, so intimate. And with the camera following them. This realization made Song Xingzi tense up and straighten her back. Blood rushed to her face, her heart hammered like a drum, and she said, blushing, “No, no need. We aren’t short of that tiny bit of money.”

“Oh, then that’s fine.” Ji Ruyue let go, changing from an embrace to holding Song Xingzi’s clothing with one hand. She was sitting sideways to begin with, and turning around to hug Song Xingzi was awkward. She had only been flirting to get Song Xingzi to abandon her strange money-making idea.

To rightfully ride the single bike together and experience a youth idol drama, the two had secretly removed the valve core of the other bicycle’s tire during the night. They hadn’t even started their ride, and the Female Lead was already prepared to abandon the Male (Female) Lead for a few cents? Excuse me, Ji Ruyue said, I don’t agree.

The cool, soft sensation disappeared, leaving Song Xingzi feeling hollow. She asked shyly, “Jijji… Jijji, why aren’t you hugging me anymore?” “It’s troublesome.” Ji Ruyue turned her head and wrapped one arm around Song Xingzi’s waist. Her soft face pressed against Song Xingzi’s back, even rubbing against it! Aaaah aaaaah aaaaaah—! It’s too sweet!!!!!!!!!! It’s new material, Tatas (Shippers), do you see it? Hurry up and produce content!!!!

Song Xingzi’s face was flushed with excitement. She leaned forward, her short legs pumping the pedals furiously, speeding up to twenty miles per hour, instantly turning the youth campus idol drama into a Speed race-style thriller. The bike sped onto the outer edge of the winding mountain road, intending to race to the mountain top to see the sunrise, when the road beneath them suddenly crumbled like fragile bean curd unable to bear the weight. The two of them, bike and all, tumbled down the cliff. Cào! (Damn it!) It didn’t turn into a race thriller; it turned into a horror business war drama!

Song Xingzi released the handlebars and grabbed Ji Ruyue’s arm with a backhand grip. Her spiritual power (líng lì) erupted, wrapping around the two of them as they crashed and tumbled through the woods. The cameraman following far behind hadn’t even reacted. The camera only captured rising dust, and the intimate idol drama protagonists were gone. “Quick, something happened!” he cried out, stopping his vehicle near the broken road. “I can’t see them! Call the police! Search team!!!” The crew scrambled to deal with the accident. Unseen by the camera, the two rolled all the way from the mountaintop into a trap dug by the villagers at the bottom, fluffy grass and mud scattered all over them.

“You lied to me!” Compared to the obvious mastermind behind the plot and the miracle of them falling from the mountaintop without injury, Ji Ruyue was clearly more concerned about the anomaly right in front of her. The person who claimed she would never, ever lie to Ji Ruyue, never betray Ji Ruyue, and never abandon Ji Ruyue—no, she was not human. She was displaying a fluffy, light-grey large tail, and matching fuzzy ears jutted out from her soft black hair. She was staring at Ji Ruyue with a look of helpless panic, her hands unsure whether to cover her ears or hide her tail.

“Jijji, Jijji, please don’t be afraid. I, I don’t eat people. I’m a good demon, and I’ve never harmed anyone. Please don’t be afraid, don’t look at me like that…” [Song Xingzi’s Inner Monologue]: I’m finished. I forgot that I can’t maintain human form if my spiritual power is depleted. I was scared just now, and unconsciously turned into my demon form. Now I can’t change back. Wuwuwu, humans are all afraid of demons. Wuwuwu, I don’t want to turn into Xu Xian and Madame White Snake with Jijji!! Why did I turn back into a squirrel? I thought I transmigrated with my soul? Jijji is angry. Will Jijji leave me?

It felt like a thief walking among the crowds, constantly suppressing, or deliberately ignoring, their identity as a thief—obliviously entering and exiting the police station like an ordinary person, only to be suddenly recognized by the surveillance system and have an alarm go off. Song Xingzi felt panic and helplessness. She wanted to escape but couldn’t, especially seeing Ji Ruyue’s ice-cold gaze and the light gradually fading in her eyes. She was so afraid that her Jijji would revert to the deathly stillness of their first meeting—and it was all because of her!

Song Xingzi couldn’t bear it. She incoherently moved closer to Ji Ruyue. “I, I’m sorry, Jijji. Please don’t be afraid. I just came down the mountain. I’ve never hurt humans. I, I absolutely will not hurt you. Please don’t be scared of me…” “Get away! Don’t touch me!” Ji Ruyue threw Song Xingzi’s hand off. Song Xingzi’s eyes reddened, tears spilled over, and her ears drooped as she silently retreated a little.

“I won’t touch you. Don’t be angry. I really am a good demon. Would you turn around and let me see if you’re hurt, please?” Song Xingzi cried, clutching the corner of her clothes helplessly, watching Ji Ruyue with worry. She wasn’t confident in her own “three-legged cat” (mediocre) abilities. She was just a little squirrel good at cooking, with only the fire spells for making fires and the wood spells for growing vegetables being proficient. Her spiritual power couldn’t even maintain her human form. If Jijji were injured… Song Xingzi didn’t dare to think about it, looking at Ji Ruyue with tearful eyes.

The moment Ji Ruyue pushed Song Xingzi’s hand away, she regretted it. Song Xingzi was truly the first person she had ever loved. Seeing her cry was more painful than being injured herself. However, the feeling of being deceived was also real, like the weather during a sunshower—the sun was real, and the rain was real. “I’m not scared, I’m not hurt,” Ji Ruyue answered with a cold face, sternly telling the helpless little squirrel, “You lied to me! You said you would never lie to me! You broke your promise!”