After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 8

Lín Shū is a top-tier manager in the China entertainment industry. At his peak, he managed over twenty popular actors. In addition, he served as the long-term assistant to Hollywood Chinese Movie Queen Fù Nà, and was one of Fù Nà’s most trusted individuals.

With twelve years in the industry, he is the undisputed, industry-recognized “Superstar Creator” and “Gold-Medal Manager.”

However, Lín Shū has been retired for over two years and is now only nominally affiliated with Starlight Entertainment. Ji Ruyue asking Zhang Yuán to call Lín Shū shows that she is truly prepared to fully support Song Xingzi.

At a time like this, the President is only concerned about the little white flower! She’s truly an unprincipled ruler! Zhang Yuán grit his teeth and agreed. “Understood, President. I will attend to it shortly. Please go to the hospital first.”

Ji Ruyue forced herself to maintain her anger, her hoarse voice laced with fury. “Go and do it!”

Song Xingzi was tearfully moved. She released her hand from Ji Ruyue’s philtrum, pushed Zhang Yuán aside, and with a backhand, knocked out the disobedient patient. “Why hasn’t the doctor arrived yet?”

Zhang Yuán’s opinion of the little white flower improved. That level of initiative is impressive. She really is Young Miss Ji’s woman. He replied contentedly, “They’ll be here soon. Ji’s Hospital is very fast.”

“Old Li, you call Assistant Lín and have her take you to find President Li to demand the person back. Don’t let them bully you.”

Bodyguard Li, whose name finally appeared only to be quickly forgotten, nodded in acknowledgment and led the men he brought outside.

Shortly after, an ambulance carrying a private doctor arrived downstairs. The group went to the hospital and followed the doctor, busy with the CT, chest X-rays, lab tests…

After the whole process, it wasn’t until Ji Ruyue was lying in the hospital bed receiving an IV drip that Zhang Yuán finally relaxed. He carefully instructed Song Xingzi, who was obediently sitting by the bedside: “Miss Song, did you hear what the doctor said? The President didn’t have breakfast and fainted due to low blood sugar and extreme emotional distress.”

“Mhm, mhm,” Song Xingzi, who also hadn’t eaten breakfast, nodded sympathetically as she looked at the pale Second Female Lead.

“There’s food in the kitchenette. When the President wakes up, please help fetch it for her. I will go contact Lín Shū for you.”

Song Xingzi nodded, watching the serious and meticulous assistant depart. Who is Lín Shū? He didn’t appear in the novel, did he? Did I miss something? Never mind, it’s nothing important anyway.

She leaned back on the bed, her limpid eyes intently studying the person quietly lying on the hospital bed: thick, dark eyebrows; eyes that curved slightly downward at the corners; a naturally upturned nose; and lips, full on the bottom and thin on the top, yet utterly bloodless, all perfectly arranged on a flawless, fair, and delicate face, conveying a shocking beauty and a terrifying aloofness.

She seemed to be having a nightmare, sleeping restlessly, her dark brows furrowed, and her lips moving silently.

Song Xingzi was captivated. Thinking of her ending in the novel, she clenched her fist and vowed seriously, “Don’t worry. You are a good person. I won’t fall for Li Yeběi, and I certainly won’t be with him. I will help you find your own happiness! If you really like that trash, I’ll help you tame him!”

No sooner had she made the emotional pledge than her stomach, which had been empty all day, protested again. Song Xingzi’s face flushed red. She touched her stomach and whispered, “Alas, you must be hungry too. I’ll go to the kitchenette and see if there’s anything delicious to bring you.”

The person lying unconscious in the bed did not respond. Song Xingzi took this as the Second Female Lead’s agreement, asked the nurse, and headed toward the kitchenette.

After satisfyingly finishing a bowl of free, thick, fragrant walnut and almond porridge, Song Xingzi, adhering to the traditional virtue of reciprocating kindness, decided to show the kind Second Female Lead one of her unique skills: brewing chicken soup!

After negotiating with the chef, Song Xingzi, who came from a high-end ward, easily gained access to the kitchen’s back area. The kitchen was small but well-equipped. Song Xingzi glanced at the tools she had only seen in cooking exams and sighed, “It really is a small kitchen. There’s not even a clay pot. Thumbs down!”

Lifting the high-end clay pot on the counter, Song Xingzi closed her eyes in disdain. “Fine, I’ll use this one.”

Action spoke louder than words. She found the ingredients, soaked them all, turned on the burner, blanched the whole chicken, added cold water to the clay pot, and began to simmer it slowly. Simple broth, good health!

Song Xingzi crouched beside the stove, the blue flame burning vigorously. A thought flashed through her mind, and with a poof, a small flame appeared on her slender index finger, only to immediately extinguish. The entire process took no more than two seconds.

My cultivation is back! Song Xingzi was ecstatic. Her eyes shone as she stared at her index finger. Do it again! Come on, one more time! I need to go burn off the scumbag’s hair!

Her index finger remained still, showing no intention of dedicating itself to the harmonious society.

Did I see things? Song Xingzi scratched her head, no longer insisting, and continued to watch the chicken soup on the stove.

Now I’ve managed to cling to the Second Female Lead’s thigh and avoid the torturous and agonizing plot, haven’t I? Ji Ruyue in the novel has a righteous moral code, strong capabilities, and is easy to appease. This is a good start! As the saying goes, “A drop of kindness should be repaid with a gushing spring.” I should repay her well!

But the contract I signed with Ji Ruyue seems to require me to act, like the heroine. But I can’t act, and my life goal is not to become a Movie Queen and give the male lead a plump baby! I just want to open a stir-fried nuts shop and sell the world’s most delicious nuts… But if I differ too much from the original body’s personality, I’ll be arrested as a monster, right? Wait, I am a monster.

Recalling the first rule in the Twelve Rules for Monsters, Song Xingzi shivered: All monsters in the human world must remember one basic principle—do not expose your identity, and do not casually use magic in the mortal realm. At best, you’ll be arrested by the Central Supernatural Affairs Bureau and imprisoned. At worst, you’ll be captured by a laboratory and dissected. I heard from a senior monster who escaped that the people in the lab are utterly inhumane, even more terrifying than the Great Monsters…

Song Xingzi, whose lifelong dream was only to open a stir-fried nuts shop, trembled. She lifted the lid of the clay pot, ladled the richly fragrant chicken soup into the hospital’s insulated container, and resolved that she absolutely could not easily ruin her persona. At the very least, she couldn’t let anyone easily see that she wasn’t the masochistic Song Xingzi, but the little Sōngzi, Song Xingzi.

Having made up her mind, recalling the heroine’s way of dealing with people and other details in the novel, Song Xingzi, in the manner of the heroine, held the insulated container delicately, pondering how to refuse the Second Female Lead’s acting invitation in a pure and unpretentious manner, and instead achieve her goal of opening a stir-fried nuts shop.

Pushing open the ward door, Ji Ruyue was already awake, sitting halfway up, staring at the black television screen, her beautiful face betraying no emotion.

Song Xingzi’s heart sank. She thought: I’m done. No way. Did Ji Ruyue become this listless just because she was a little harsh to the scumbag? How the heck am I supposed to repay her kindness like this!

Trying to mimic the original host’s gentle and delicate tone, Song Xingzi gently sat next to Ji Ruyue, unscrewed the lid of the insulated container, and ladled a bowl of chicken soup with the small bowl on top. She offered it to the depressed Ji Ruyue: “Young Miss Ji, I just brewed a small pot of chicken soup for you in the kitchenette. It’s freshly made. Please drink some to nourish your body.”

Ji Ruyue turned her head and looked at the small bowl Song Xingzi was holding. The chicken soup looked excellent. The broth was clear and light, without floating grease or scum. The slightly gelatinous chicken and rounded ingredients like red dates and goji berries were mixed together, making it look very appetizing.

Ji Ruyue did not speak or take the small bowl.

Song Xingzi’s arm was getting sore from holding it up, but the Second Female Lead still didn’t move. She thought that perhaps the powerful, wealthy Second Female Lead had never eaten a meal by herself. What a demanding little vixen. She sighed, picked up the porcelain spoon, and brought it to Ji Ruyue’s lips, saying softly, “Young Miss Ji, let me feed you.”

Ji Ruyue turned her head away.

Alas, what is wrong with the heroine in this novel? She’s so gentle she could drip water. This is completely inconsistent with my adorable little Sōngzi’s style. Asking me to impersonate the heroine is like asking an Impressionist painter to do meticulous, realist painting. It’s too difficult!

Song Xingzi continued to smile, “Young Miss Ji, you don’t need to be embarrassed. You are Xingzi’s savior, after all. Feeding you is just a small matter.”

Ji Ruyue: “…” The heroine is sick!

“No need. I’ll do it myself,” she said sternly, taking the porcelain bowl and spoon. She took a sip, and her stagnant eyes suddenly came alive. She scooped another spoonful.

“President, Lín Shū is here,” After a considerable effort, Zhang Yuán led a gentle and elegant middle-aged man into the room. Glancing at the bowl in Ji Ruyue’s hand, Zhang Yuán was astonished. “President, you…”

“Uncle Lín, hello. Please sit down first. Zhang Yuán, the contract,” Ji Ruyue pushed the bowl back to Song Xingzi and turned to greet Lín Shū.

You hate drinking chicken soup the most, don’t you? Could this be the charm of love? Zhang Yuán took out the contract and handed it to Lín Shū.

“Young Miss Ji, every time you call me ‘Uncle Lín’ (Lín Shū), I hear my name (Lín Shū),” Lín Shū smiled as he took the contract. The contract between the manager and the artist is separate from the contract between the artist and the company.

Ji Ruyue was expressionless. “Uncle Lín heard wrong.”

Song Xingzi took the bowl back in dissatisfaction. What is this? Wasting food! She drank two sips and stopped!

“Young Miss Ji, are you not drinking anymore?” Song Xingzi, full of confidence in her cooking and completely unwilling to believe the issue was the taste of the chicken soup, flashed a pure smile.

Ji Ruyue looked at Song Xingzi, whose eyes were glistening with water, thought for a moment, and said coldly, “No more. You drink it. Don’t starve yourself.”

So she has anorexia, and she’s worried about me too! The Second Female Lead is truly a good person! Song Xingzi, tearfully moved, held the bowl and began to sip the chicken soup.

It’s so delicious! I’m amazing! Even with simple ingredients, I can make the chicken soup taste this good!

Song Xingzi narrowed her eyes in contentment, a beaming smile on her slightly plump face.

What a scheming little white lotus! She used tears to get the President to urge her to eat, and even deliberately used the same bowl and spoon! Isn’t this an indirect kiss, rounding up the numbers? What a brilliant tactic!

For the second time in one day, Zhang Yuán was utterly impressed by the little white flower.

Lín Shū closed the contract. The terms offered by Starlight were extremely generous. He had no complaints, but who was this Song Xingzi, whose name he had never heard? To demand she be turned into an Oscar Movie Queen in three years was simply unreasonable.

“This contract is acceptable, but I don’t know Miss Song’s personal situation. Isn’t it a bit too much to expect a Golden Man in three years?”

Golden Man? What is that? Song Xingzi looked up in confusion.

No one answered her question. Ji Ruyue sat up straight, her expression indifferent. “She can do it. Just go ahead and manage her.”

In every lifetime, she eventually becomes a world-renowned Chinese Movie Queen. In the hands of that trash Li Yeběi, it still only took her five years for the full journey. Now, with the best agency, the best manager, and the most top-tier resources in the China entertainment industry, three years is hardly excessive.

“Zhang Yuán, take her and Uncle Lín to sign the contract and familiarize her with the process. Then, send her luggage to her villa.” Ji Ruyue turned to Lín Shū, who looked doubtful. “As for the specifics, I’ll trouble Uncle Lín to communicate with her.”

Glancing at Song Xingzi, who was sitting obediently by the bed after finishing the chicken soup, Zhang Yuán said, “President, Miss Song hasn’t selected a house yet.”

Ji Ruyue turned and asked Song Xingzi, “A list of properties will be given to you. Just choose whichever you like.”

I can choose my own nest? The Second Female Lead is truly rich and kind! I must take good care of her!

Song Xingzi, whose fan filter was eight hundred miles thick, nodded seriously and whispered, “I’d like to live with Young Miss Ji. Is that possible?”