After the Vicious Supporting Female Character Became the Heroine's Cat - Chapter 42

When Cheng Jianian opened her eyes, she pulled out the tubes without hesitation.

Having lain in this sunless place for so long, her limbs were weak, and it took great effort just to sit up.

The surroundings were chaotic, with many people attending to her. She heard their shouts some joyful, some anxious but showed no reaction.

In an instant, reality and the memories from the illusory treatment pod flooded in simultaneously. Though her face appeared calm, her mind felt on the verge of exploding.

So that’s how it was. So that’s how it was.

She truly was Cheng Jianian, the arrogant Miss Cheng, the insolent young CEO. But in reality, she had never acted in films, never enjoyed such freedom, and had never managed to escape Cheng Su’s control.

Cheng Jianian lifted her head and met the displeased gaze of Cheng Su at the doorway of the hospital room, along with the young girl standing beside her.

The girl was about her age, but carried a heavy air of recklessness. Streaks of deep blue hair fell around her face, and a cigarette smoldered between her fingers. She exhaled a puff of smoke, shrouding herself in a hazy cloud.

As if noticing her gaze, those deep blue eyes turned toward her, tinged with mockery.

Cheng Jianian remembered her, just as she remembered her younger sister.

Jiang Ying.

The final memory from the treatment pod was still vivid: that person, covered in blood, trembling in her arms, saying, “Remember me, I am Shen Yunmiao.”

But what use was remembering? Cheng Jianian felt a suffocating pressure in her chest, and with a sudden “ugh,” she spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood.

The medical staff, busy with examinations, grew even more frantic, pushing her to undergo further tests and preparing more medications to administer.

Cheng Jianian allowed them to manipulate her body, but her thoughts drifted far away, as if returning to those sunless middle school days. The fragmented memories from the treatment pod slowly pieced themselves together.

She had broken Jiang Ying’s leg.

Outside the hospital room, she encountered Jiang Ying’s younger sister a beautiful, clean, and pure-hearted girl.

The girl was at a loss, having never faced such a situation before. Unaware that the culprit stood right before her, her shoulders trembled uncontrollably. She even stammered out gratitude to the demon before her:

“Thank you, Classmate Cheng, thank you. I really don’t know what to do.”

She forced back her tears, trying not to appear too fragile, struggling to recover from the shock of her sister her only family suffering severe injuries.

She lifted her head with effort, her smile pale, her dark eyes glistening with moisture. “I’ll take care of my sister. Thank you.”

It was the first time the arrogant yet puppet-like young woman had ever felt guilt.

Cheng Jianian lowered her gaze, staring at the pristine white tulip in her hand. Her voice lost the feigned gentleness from earlier: “I’m sorry!”

The girl, confused, replied, “What does this have to do with you, Classmate Cheng? You don’t need to blame yourself. When my sister recovers, we’ll come thank you together.”

Cheng Jianian couldn’t bear to look into those clear, beautiful, gentle, and innocent eyes any longer.

She stood up abruptly, bid farewell, and left.

This was the beginning of the story. Humans are not unfeeling plants, she couldn’t help but develop a hidden, unspoken sense of guilt toward this beautiful classmate whom she had never even glanced at before.

So, when she was isolated during PE class, he took the initiative to come over and juggle the ball with her.

When she was locked in the pitch-dark locker room, he opened that door.

After she was pushed to the bottom of the lake by malicious classmates, he jumped in and rescued her.

Gentle dark eyes, youthful affection, unrepayable hurts, and the heart-pounding moment when their lips met.

And the outcome of parting ways after learning the truth.

They had once been friends, before everything came to light.

Seven years apart, and Young Master Cheng no longer wanted to be the heir without freedom, so he died that summer night.

Severe head injury, fading consciousness, lying comatose in bed.

The now-grown girl developed a new virtual pod awakening technology, risking herself to pull him into her consciousness, using her own way to gradually awaken the friend of the past.

The story ended.

Only in the half-concealed virtual pod could they be together freely.

Remembering nothing, even if their hearts beat for each other, they probably couldn’t fall in love again.

What’s the point of living?

Before slipping back into unconsciousness, Cheng Jianian slowly curved the corners of his lips, thinking sorrowfully:

Miaomiao, what should I do? I owe you again.

Cheng Su suppressed his anger and asked Jiang Ying, “What do you mean? Why is my daughter’s consciousness so unstable? Wasn’t she saved?”

Jiang Ying exhaled a puff of smoke and said indifferently, “How should I know? Maybe she wants to die herself.”

Cheng Su couldn’t hold back any longer: “Jiang Ying, I know you’re still thinking about what happened before, but it’s been ten years. Just a leg was it really necessary?”

Jiang Ying threw down the cigarette butt, crushed it underfoot, raised his hand, and suddenly clenched his fist, swinging it forward.

The force of the punch brushed past Cheng Su’s face which showed no signs of aging due to his privileged life and landed heavily on the door behind him with a loud “bang.”

Cheng Su didn’t even flinch, looking down with a mocking smile: “All these years, President Jiang, aside from seducing women and fighting, you really haven’t made any progress.”

Jiang Ying’s eyes turned icy: “If it weren’t for my sister, I’d make your daughter die right here and now. Do you believe me?”

“A-Ying,” an urgent call came from not far away. A tall, aloof woman hurried over, grabbed Jiang Ying’s hand, and asked with concern, “Are you okay?”

Jiang Ying held back his anger: “I have nothing to say to this old fool, Jian Jingqiu. You talk to her.”

Jian Jingqiu sighed helplessly as she watched her girlfriend walk away, then turned to face Cheng Su’s mocking gaze, her cold demeanor returning: “President Cheng, I think these matters must be made clear to you.”

“Please go ahead, President Jian.”

Cheng Su frowned and stepped aside.

The two walked as they spoke.

Jian Jingqiu said without emotion, “You know, Young Master Cheng’s consciousness is very low. She has no will to survive. But with this kind of injury, only a strong will to live can possibly save her.”

“President Jian, I understand all that, but hasn’t she woken up now?”

Cheng Su was somewhat wary of this younger generation and spoke a bit more slowly.

Jian Jingqiu sighed: “She has woken up, and in principle, she should be able to stay conscious. But unfortunately, her will to survive is still very weak.”

“My suggestion is…”

“Alright, you don’t need to say anymore,” Cheng Su raised a weary hand, “Find Shen Yunmiao, right?”

She opened her eyes, her gaze sharp and resolute with ruthless determination: “But you should also understand, I could never allow Shen Yunmiao to be with her. I trained Cheng Jianian to be my successor. What place do romantic entanglements have in that?”

Jian Jingqiu felt a chill in her heart, almost wishing she could throw that punch for Jiang Ying, yet she restrained herself:

“It was merely a suggestion. You don’t have to take it.”

“I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave now.”

Without looking back, Jian Jingqiu headed to the top floor, where only one virtual pod stood, and Jiang Ying was staring intently at it from outside.

She walked over and comfortingly wrapped an arm around Jiang Ying: “It’s alright. Miao Miao should recover soon.”

Jiang Ying gave a bitter smile, her heart aching: “Recover, my foot. But she deserves this suffering. She knew the technology wasn’t mature yet, but she still insisted on risking it.”

“I was willing to use this technology for you too. It’s nothing, A-Ying. We both survived, and Miao Miao will surely make it.”

Jiang Ying lowered her gaze: “Yes but I just can’t understand, Jian Jingqiu. What’s so great about that scoundrel Cheng Jianian? Miao Miao has always been so obedient and sensible why does she keep acting foolishly for her sake.”

Suddenly, there was a fluctuation in the consciousness of the person inside.

Jiang Ying immediately pressed the activation mode, pushed open the glass door, and rushed in.

Shen Yunmiao slowly opened her eyes, her throat dry and strained, forcing out a smile: “Sis, is she alright?”

Jiang Ying felt like hitting her, scolding: “Why worry about others at a time like this? This damn machine malfunctioned so badly, you should be thankful you’re even alive.”

The virtual pod had malfunctioned, which was why Cheng Jianian had turned into a cat.

Perhaps it was fate even though they were set as enemies in Shen Yunmiao’s consciousness, they ended up together through a twist of fate.

Shen Yunmiao gave a pained smile. Initially, she hadn’t intended for anything to happen with that person in the virtual pod.

Only a strong will to survive could awaken that person, so she had aimed to instill in her a fierce hatred and a desperate desire to defy fate.

From a tragically doomed supporting character to a dazzling protagonist, the journey was tumultuous.

Hating her, the “fated female lead,” and desperately wanting to live and change everything that was how she gained the will to survive.

But the virtual pod malfunctioned, and after Shen Yunmiao fell into a deep coma, she couldn’t control her subconscious love for that person.

They went around in circles, only to meet another sorrowful end.

The virtual pod had undergone very few practical tests, at most, the seven days during Jian Jingqiu’s time. Yet Shen Yunmiao had already been inside for ten days.

Unable to bear it any longer, Jiang Ying woke her. In that dream half-real and half-illusory, Shen Yunmiao’s memories from reality slowly resurfaced.

Because it was her own consciousness, she traversed the boundary between reality and illusion, arriving by Cheng Jianian’s side and breaking the curse of the car accident.

Thus ending it all.

Shen Yunmiao managed a weak smile: “I’m fine! It’s good that she woke up. There’s no need to worry anymore, I don’t owe her anything.”

Jiang Ying said indignantly: “You never owed her anything to begin with. Here, have some water first.”

Jian Jingqiu handed over the water. Shen Yunmiao took a sip, lost in thought, then suddenly spoke: “Sis, if she wakes up and looks for me, remember to tell her I’ve erased that part of my memory.”

The unease in her eyes was heartbreaking. Jiang Ying, recalling Cheng Jianian’s half-dead state, fell silent for a moment before slowly replying: “Mm…”

Jian Jingqiu met Shen Yunmiao’s uneasy gaze and sighed, “Your sister didn’t dare to tell you, so I will. Cheng Jianian did wake up briefly, but she’s unconscious again now, and her will to live is dangerously low.”

Jiang Ying was so furious with Jian Jingqiu that she wished she could shut her up. Scratching her hair in frustration, she snapped, “Damn it, Jian Jingqiu, what nonsense are you spouting? What does this have to do with Miaomiao? Hasn’t Miaomiao done enough for her already?”

But Shen Yunmiao had already steadied herself and said weakly, “Take me to see her.”

Her eyes pleaded as she looked at Jiang Ying, “Can you, sis?”

Jiang Ying: “…”

What else could she say?

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