After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 7

Ji Ruyue’s long, slender fingers gently stroked her vibrating vocal cords, trying her best to control her demeanor, and slowly said, “Bro-Brother Li, what are you implying? Are you going to fall out with me over her?”

“Don’t be deliberately unreasonable! That woman injured me first. It’s perfectly natural for me to find someone to bring her back to settle the score. Don’t be carelessly jealous!”

Ji Ruyue pinched her throat hard with her left thumb and index finger, yet still spoke in a delicate voice, “Then, Brother Li, come and take her yourself. Block 17, Floor 7, Shanliúguān. I’ll be waiting for you to come.”

“Fine. Just don’t overdo the punishment.” Li Yeběi hung up the phone.

Ji Ruyue flipped the phone face-down on the square table. She kept her left hand clamped on her throat for a long while before letting go. Two red marks were clearly visible on her fair neck. She cleared her throat. Song Xingzi, who had been observing her curiously, immediately picked up a teacup, ran to the water dispenser, poured a cup of hot water, and handed it to her. “Drink some hot water to soothe your throat. Thank you.”

Ji Ruyue was slightly stunned. She looked down at the glass cup Song Xingzi was holding. Steam was rising from the rim, enveloping it in white mist. She took the cup, took a small sip of hot water, and said softly, “Sit down. Zhang Yuán, bring the contract.”

“Yes, President. This contract was tailor-made for Miss Song Xingzi based on the company’s highest level of treatment. Please have a look.” Zhang Yuán took the neatly bound contract from his briefcase and handed it to Ji Ruyue.

Heh. The little white flower really knows how to seize an opportunity! She ran to pour hot water even faster than I did! She truly is the woman the Overbearing CEO set his sights on!

Ji Ruyue’s plain face was expressionless. She quickly skimmed the contract, closed the cover, and pushed the contract toward Song Xingzi, who was sitting upright one seat away. “This is a signing contract. Take a look and see if there’s anything you want to change, or any other requests. Feel free to ask.”

??? Song Xingzi looked utterly bewildered. The plot is wrong! Wasn’t the male protagonist supposed to keep me as his mistress? How did it turn into the Second Female Lead? Could this mistress contract be determined by who I slept with?

Seeing Song Xingzi’s confused expression and her refusal to open the contract, Ji Ruyue rested her hands on the chair arms and said calmly, “This is Starlight Entertainment’s top-tier contract, the same one your idol, the Movie Queen Gǔ Yǔ, signed. If you sign it, you will have the best agency, the best manager, and the most top-tier resources in the China entertainment industry.”

Song Xingzi remained dumbfounded. What is the Second Female Lead trying to do? Hitting me with money to force me into a contract? No, how could I, Sōngzi, be such an easily placated person!

Tsk. It’s different when Young Miss Ji is smitten! Just a moment ago, she was telling President Li to come and pick up the person, and now she’s trying to use money to keep her! Going back on her word—that’s true Overbearing CEO style!

Zhang Yuán muttered internally and spoke up in time to break the deadlock. “Miss Song, this contract was tailored to your personal situation. I believe you will be tempted after reading it.”

“Oh, oh, I’ll look now,” Didn’t the Second Female Lead want to send me to the male lead just now? What is this all about? Song Xingzi opened the contract and skimmed through it line by line, shivering.

What is the Second Female Lead doing? Even if she owns a mine, she shouldn’t waste money like this! Is she showing off her wealth, hitting me with money to make me stop having unrealistic fantasies about the trashy male lead? It must be!

Article Six, Artist Compensation, clearly covered two pages of A4 paper, including but not limited to:

Party A (Starlight Entertainment Media Co., Ltd.) guarantees Party B’s (Song Xingzi’s) annual income, with a minimum salary of five million in the first year of the contract, no less than twenty million in the second year… with Party A compensating any shortfall…

Providing housing: a villa in the city center. Providing transportation: a Ferrari sports car and the company nanny van…

Just seeing the five million was enough to scare the impoverished Song Xingzi. She opened her mouth and said, “I…”

“Little Yuè, why are there so many people here!” A voice filled with anger came from outside the room with a click.

Li Yeběi looked at the four or five people occupying the spacious living room and looked dissatisfiedly at Ji Ruyue.

This lovesick fool is not even comparable to a single strand of Liǔ Bái’s hair, yet I am forced to be entangled with her! Damn it!

Recalling his beloved, who was forced to study abroad alone, a flash of three parts despairing pain and seven parts helpless anger crossed Li Yeběi’s cold eyes. The next second, without waiting for the host’s invitation, he decisively sat down opposite Ji Ruyue.

Ji Ruyue’s knuckles were white as she gripped the chair arms, staring silently at the man opposite her. Yet, another voice constantly assaulted her will: “Brother Li, Brother Li, you’ve come! Hurry and sit closer! Little Yuè didn’t even get to dance with you yesterday!”

The girl’s sweet voice made Ji Ruyue’s brain throb painfully. She gripped the armrests and expressionlessly moved her gaze away from Li Yeběi’s face, fixing her pale eyes on Song Xingzi.

Sensing Ji Ruyue’s gaze, Song Xingzi returned a sweet smile and continued the sentence she had left unfinished. “This contract, I…”

“What contract? Ji Ruyue, what is the meaning of this?” A sharp light flashed in Li Yeběi’s dark eyes. His face was so dark ink could drip from it. Táng Wén, sensing the Overbearing CEO’s rage, immediately gave Song Xingzi an apologetic smile and handed the contract in front of her to the President.

Li Yeběi quickly flipped through the contract, his face sinking like water, his handsome eyes filled with fury. “Ji Ruyue, what do you mean by this! This woman injured your fiancé, and yet you are taking out this kind of contract to sign with her? Don’t play these games of trying to catch by letting go!”

Heh, what an idiot. Our Young Miss Ji is just smitten. What does that have to do with you. Zhang Yuán muttered internally, maintaining a flawless smile toward the enraged Li Yeběi.

Ji Ruyue squeezed the armrest, leaned back against the support, and desperately controlled her desire to speak. Two voices clashed in her head, threatening to tear her brain apart, giving her an unbearable headache. The familiar feeling of fragmentation, extending from her internal organs to her limbs, made her face pale, and she simply wanted to cry out, to scream.

That damned woman, she dares to look at me like that! Li Yeběi was faint with anger, but he couldn’t openly tear off the facade with Ji Ruyue, so he shifted his fury toward the brazen back-up heart source. “You better think carefully before talking about signing a contract. Sòng Xuélín is in Lǐ’s private hospital, you know.”

Song Xingzi, who was suddenly named: “…” Jiji? Who is Sòng Xuélín? What does he have to do with me, little Sōngzi?

“Táng Wén, show her,” Seeing the back-up heart source freeze, Li Yeběi ordered his assistant with satisfaction.

Táng Wén immediately took out the drafted mistress contract and placed it in front of Song Xingzi. The dog-of-a-President might lose, after all. One is a legitimate contract, and the other is… a mistress contract.

Song Xingzi understood. Oh, so he wants to follow the original path and force me to sign the mistress contract! But Sòng Xuélín is Song Xingzi’s father. What does he have to do with me, little Sōngzi?

Seeing Song Xingzi remain silent, Ji Ruyue strongly suppressed the itch in her throat, speaking slowly, word by word: “Sign the contract with me. I will not force you to do anything.”

What is the President doing? Look at this dazzling charm! I don’t believe anyone can resist! Zhang Yuán confidently observed the situation, only to see Song Xingzi hesitate for a long time, then slowly pick up Li Yeběi’s contract, water glistening in her pure, beautiful eyes.

Holy sht! What is the little white flower doing!!! Is her brain filled with water? Doesn’t she see our Young Miss Ji’s eyes getting darker and darker? This woman has no heart!!!*

Song Xingzi, who was internally judged by Zhang Yuán as heartless, was rolling her eyes wildly inside, raging—Blast it! There’s a monster! Who the hell is controlling me! Stop it! Stop it!

On one side was a fair and reasonable contract with the person who had just saved her and whom she had a good impression of as the signatory. On the other was the overbearing and unreasonable male protagonist from the novel. If she associated with him, she would face the complicated plot of heart-warming moments followed by heart-wrenching abuse. Even a fool would know which side to choose.

No way! How can I, little Sōngzi, give up so easily! Following the external force, Song Xingzi picked up the contract and flipped through it. Crystalline tears were already streaming down her face. She pinched the middle of the contract and violently tore it!

Screeech! Li Yeběi, who was wearing a triumphant smile, watched with his own eyes as his contract was severed at the waist by the trembling, tearful woman.

He rose in a fit of rage, but the woman, who was just acting boldly, suddenly relaxed. With tears still in her eyes, she said coldly, “According to the Chinese Criminal Law, illegal detention is punishable by fixed-term imprisonment of up to three years, criminal detention, public surveillance, or deprivation of political rights. Forcing others to provide or accept services is punishable by five to ten days of detention and a fine of over two hundred yuan. President Li, everyone is equal before the law. I advise you to think carefully before speaking!”

Damn that monster! Don’t let me catch you! Otherwise, I’ll make you realize exactly who the little Sōngzi is!

The inexplicable force disappeared. Song Xingzi looked at the male protagonist’s livid face with a sense of relief, picked up the contract given by the Second Female Lead, and swiftly signed her name on the last page.

“Bro-Brother Li, please send the person back now.” The taste of blood spread in Ji Ruyue’s throat. She strongly endured to finish the cleanup.

“Ji Ruyue, you!” Li Yeběi was so angry his throat felt itchy. Táng Wén whispered in his ear, “President, now is not the time to openly break ties. Young Miss Ji is probably upset that you didn’t dance with her yesterday and found a little celebrity. Just coax her later. Don’t be angry for now.”

The Empress Dowager Li, who was successfully appeased once again, suppressed his rage, scoffed, and turned to leave with his people.

“Pfft—” Ji Ruyue spat out a mouthful of black blood and collapsed back into the chair.

“President! President! Old Li, quickly call an ambulance!” Zhang Yuán, who was standing behind Ji Ruyue, quickly supported her, instructing anxiously.

Song Xingzi was bewildered by the Second Female Lead’s sudden, tragically beautiful act of spitting blood. She stepped forward, pressed Ji Ruyue’s philtrum, and lightly patted her cheek. “Wh-What happened to her?”

“It’s all because of you!” Ji Ruyue’s loyal ‘mother-fan,’ Zhang Yuán, was furious. This damned little white flower! Why is she involved with President Li again! Although Young Miss Ji is smitten with her, it’s only natural for her to be heartbroken after being treated this way by Li Yeběi, whom she has loved for so many years! And she’s still asking me what happened to the President like an idiot!

Song Xingzi, who was inexplicably scolded, was confused. “Wh-What did I do?”

Zhang Yuán, driven to extreme anger, finally uttered his internal rant for the first time: “Our President stood up for you and hurt President Li! She used to love President Li so much. She must be heartbroken!”

“Ah?” Song Xingzi suddenly understood. She continued to press Ji Ruyue’s philtrum with emotion. “I knew it. You are a good person.”

Ji Ruyue, who was issued a ‘good person card,’ woke up from the complex flood of memories. She pointed toward the door. “Lǐ Biāo, you, take people to bring Sòng Xuélín back! Zhang Yuán, call Lín Shū to come over!”