After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 92

Meng Xiu frowned, flicked his sleeve, and sat down on the steps. “What did Ji Ruyue tell you?”

She’s too impatient!

Song Xingzi followed suit and sat down, looking confused. “What does this have to do with Ji Ji? She hasn’t told me anything. Grandpa Bai and Uncle Niu are hiding it from me, afraid I’ll be unhappy, and you and Sister Jiu won’t tell me either. But shouldn’t I have the right to know about things that happened to me?”

The afternoon sun was strong. Song Xingzi shrank back, hiding completely in the shade. She sighed and continued, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m always inexplicably sad, and depression and tears often come unbidden. I’ve been better since I met Ji Ji, but my heart still feels empty. Brother Meng Mo, Ji Ji said we met in a dream, but I forgot everything when I woke up. When I ask her about our story, she doesn’t tell me much, just a few simple sentences.”

Meng Xiu affectionately ruffled Song Xingzi’s hair. When did the little sister he watched grow up start experiencing the sorrow of love? She was like an immature doll just yesterday.

“Brother Meng Mo, you and Sister Jiu definitely know something!” Song Xingzi stated firmly, her cheeks, still carrying some baby fat, puffed up like a pouting doll. “You and Sister Jiu, one specializes in dream-making and the other is proficient in illusions. Can you make me remember? I really, really want to know what happened between Ji Ji and me! It’s tearing me up inside. If I can’t remember, I won’t be happy for the rest of my life!”

“We can’t,” Meng Xiu’s eyes and brows were filled with apology, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze blowing through the mountain valleys. “You have to remember it yourself.”

Song Xingzi’s ears drooped. Due to her intense emotional fluctuation, her little squirrel ears had popped out again. She rubbed them and asked, “Then is there no way? What have you and Sister Jiu been hiding from me? Why did you originally issue a wanted poster?”

Meng Xiu: “That’s a long story.”

Song Xingzi interrupted his long-winded explanation innocently. “Then make it short.”

“There is a way. You should sleep with Ji Ruyue more, and you’ll slowly remember,” Meng Xiu withdrew his hand, smiling openly and without reservation. “Since both the body and the emotions retain memories, you will definitely remember, it’s just a matter of time.”

Song Xingzi inwardly repented for the inappropriate two-person scenes involving Ji Ji that flashed through her mind. The “sleeping” Brother Meng Mo mentioned definitely means just chatting purely under the covers! What am I thinking?! Filthy!

Meng Xiu calmly added, “Youyou and I never intended to keep it from you. You entered the illusionary realm and woke up after the trial ended. We didn’t know what you experienced with Ji Ruyue in the illusion, but you not only awakened your bloodline but also performed the Nine-Turn Life Transference Spell.”

The top student Song Xingzi had an impression of the term “Nine-Turn Life Transference Spell” and chimed in, “Then I must love Ji Ji very, very much, and Ji Ji must also love me very, very much. No wonder I had trouble breathing when Ji Ji was drowning—it turns out we were linked together.”

“That’s all we hid from you. You also saw the blueprint for the illusion; it’s the one you looked at when you rummaged through my study. You didn’t remember anything back then, so I dropped the idea,” Meng Xiu said softly. “Your and Ji Ruyue’s destinies are intertwined. Keep giving her tonics; when she’s good, you’ll be good too.”

When she’s good, I’ll be good too?!

What am I thinking about? Huh? Ji Ji is still sick! Brother Meng Mo didn’t say anything, yet I feel like a car wheel just rolled over my face…

I reflect, I repent, I’m filthy.

Song Xingzi deeply reflected and apologized seriously in her heart, then ran off to the little Radish Head’s cave dwelling to visit (rob) her long-unseen friend.

Ginseng has been hailed as the “King of Herbs” since ancient times. Ordinary ginseng, when consumed by mortals, can greatly replenish vital energy and restore the pulse… As for the little Radish Head, a thousand-year-old demon, the benefits are even greater. Its entire body is filled with spiritual power. Just an arm or a leg is enough to extend a mortal’s life by decades and cure all diseases. It is literally a walking “Ten-Ingredient Great Tonic.” Forget about mortals coveting it—even demons love it.

“Little Radish Head! Little Radish Head!”

The Ginseng Doll had a mean mouth and often bullied Song Xingzi when they were little. Later, when Song Xingzi grew up, the perpetually five- or six-year-old tot was bullied by Song Xingzi in return. He couldn’t stand it and moved to Chaoyang Valley, the furthest branch of the nine continuous spurs behind Mount Tu, separated from Song Xingzi’s Magpie Mountain by the entire Qing Qiu.

Song Xingzi arrived, panting heavily, and hammered on the door, shouting, “Little Radish Head! Don’t hide inside without a sound! I know you’re home! Open the door!”

There was no sound. Song Xingzi sat down to catch her breath. She wasn’t worried that the cave was empty. The Little Radish Head was a homebody. Besides coming out to be obnoxious, he usually hid in his cave to cultivate. Although he was several thousand years old, his mentality was no different from a 300-year-old little demon.

“Open the door, open the door, open, open, open the door! Little Radish, Little Radish, don’t hide inside without a sound!”

Song Xingzi shouted at the top of her lungs. The Ginseng Doll was mean-mouthed but couldn’t stand it when others were mean-mouthed to him. Usually, as soon as she shouted this, the barrier would immediately open, accompanied by the Little Radish’s cursing and helpless voice.

“What do you want? Your father isn’t home!”

A large, milky-skinned child of five or six years, wearing a red bellyband and with his messy yellow hair tied up with matching bellyband strings, emerged. The shimmering green leaves on his bellyband nearly blinded Song Xingzi.

Honestly, long time no see, and the Little Radish Head is still like this.

Song Xingzi forced a creepy smile, lunged forward, and tackled the little toddler to the ground. She grabbed the yellow hair on the top of his head with both hands and started stripping it downward. The Little Radish Head reacted instantly, kicking wildly, pushing Song Xingzi with all his might, and wailing loudly.

“Waaaaah—Help me! Song Xingzi, you executioner, wants to eat me! Brother Meng Mo, Sister Jiu, help! Song Xingzi is pulling my tendrils!”

With a pop, the Little Radish transformed into its true form: a strong main root with many slender secondary roots growing from it. Song Xingzi’s hands were firmly gripping those slender tips. The ginseng twisted wildly, simultaneously screaming, “Aaaah! Help! Song Xingzi wants to eat me!”

The Little Radish’s own voice was ear-splitting. Song Xingzi was so annoyed that she freed a hand to cover her ear. “Stop yelling! I’m just going to pull a few tendrils for Ji Ji to eat. I’m not eating you!”

“Aaaah! Don’t take my legs! No! Don’t take my arms either!”

Song Xingzi pulled off a handful of tendrils. While growing on the ginseng, the tendrils looked slender and small, but once separated from the main root, they suddenly grew large in Song Xingzi’s hand, becoming the same fresh ginseng root she had previously gnawed on.

“Song Xingzi! You, you are too much! How can you eat Radish Head! We are demons who grew up together! Wuwuwu, you, you are too cruel! I’m going to tell Sister Jiu!” Little Lily wobbled over, picked up Radish Head, and tearfully accused her, breathless and sobbing. “When you were injured before, Radish Head even brought you some ginseng. Didn’t you eat it? And now, wuwuwu, you want to eat him for the sake of a human! It’s, wuwuwu, too, too cruel!”

Radish Head brought me ginseng? Song Xingzi had actually forgotten that. She thought the one she ate last time was from her own stash; she always won one or two ginseng tendrils from the Ginseng Doll whenever they fought.

Song Xingzi said sheepishly, “I, I’m not eating him. I just pulled a little ginseng to stew chicken soup. I need to give Ji Ji a tonic. If she dies, I’ll die too.”

Little Lily ignored what Song Xingzi said; all she saw was Song Xingzi trying to eat Radish Head. “Hmph! I don’t care! Radish Head didn’t provoke you at all, yet you came to his home to bully a demon! That’s too much, wuwuwu, I’m going to tattle!”

The Ginseng Doll transformed into his human form, looking haggard, and collapsed into the arms of the Lily Flower Demon. In the voice of a person giving their last words, he said haltingly, “It’s alright, I don’t care. Don’t cry. It doesn’t hurt at all. I’ll recover in a couple of days.”

Little Lily embraced the Ginseng Doll, her eyes brimming with tears, heartbroken. “Wuwuwu, Radish Head, don’t talk anymore! I don’t want to hear it! Wuwuwu!”

Actually, Radish Head is totally fine! I only pulled five of the thinnest ones! Why are you two putting on such a tragic, farewell performance?

Song Xingzi silently put the pulled ginseng into her spatial bell and squatted down to watch them act.

Radish Head: “Little Lily, don’t cry,”

Radish Head forced himself to wipe Little Lily’s tears, glancing towards Song Xingzi’s direction. Song Xingzi immediately sat up straight, ready to stand and applaud them at any second.

“Song Xingzi,” Radish Head suddenly addressed the best audience, “Since you took so many of my tendrils, if Little Lily comes to your house for a meal in the future, you must save a portion for her!”

The Lily Flower Demon, her eyes teary, held the delicate, fresh lily flower by her ear and looked at Song Xingzi, following the Ginseng Doll’s gaze.

Song Xingzi: “…”

I see. I understand. You two are… dating!

Song Xingzi: “No problem at all. You can come whenever you like, hahaha.”

The two little demons immediately breathed a sigh of relief. One stopped crying, and the other stopped playing dead.

Song Xingzi rubbed the tip of her nose. Her curiosity, like a cat scratching a sofa, was unbearable. She asked, “Are you two dating? Why does a mean-mouthed guy like Radish Head, who still hasn’t grown up, have a flower demon who likes him? But Little Tail can’t find a girlfriend?”

The Lily Flower Demon hugged the Ginseng Doll, facing Song Xingzi with the full aggression of a mother hen confronting an eagle. “No matter what kind of demon you are, someone will like you in this world. Radish Head may seem terrible in your eyes, but I like him. He shines brightly in my eyes, and there’s nothing wrong with him at all!”

Song Xingzi felt a moment of trance. She felt as though she had heard similar words somewhere before. The person who spoke to her had a slow, lazy, charming, and unrestrained voice.

Who was it?

Song Xingzi hugged her head and squatted down. She couldn’t hear the voice in her head clearly.

“Why does a manipulative woman like He Ya, who is so bad, still have people who like her?”

“No matter what kind of person you are, someone in this world will like you. It’s probably a case of ‘every pot has its lid.’ Someone who may seem terrible in the eyes of others becomes a shining spot when they stand before the person who likes them.”

“I’m so bad, a venomous female supporting character, yet don’t I have you, the female protagonist, who likes me?”

Little Lily thought her words had taken effect and continued, “Your little wife is so bad! A human who dug out your inner core, yet you still cherish her so much. How can you criticize us?”

Song Xingzi glared back fiercely. “You’re talking nonsense. Ji Ji is the best in the world, the absolute best in every way.”

Yes, Ji Ji is the best in the world, the absolute best in every way.

Song Xingzi felt like she had remembered something, but when she tried hard to grasp the fleeting memory, she found nothing.

What did I forget?

Little Lily didn’t back down. “Hmph! Love is naturally blind! You’re just mean-mouthed, insisting on criticizing us. In the eyes of other demons, you and your little wife might not even be as good as us!”

“I wasn’t criticizing him. Never mind,” Song Xingzi tried to explain but felt she had been a bit excessive just now. “I’m sorry. I’m going back now. Come to Magpie Mountain if you want to eat.”

When did I say that last sentence? What did Ji Ji say?