Has the Male Supporting Lead Taken Over Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Dance Floor Turmoil

The sun had already set, leaving an orange ocean in the boy’s wake. The sunset clouds looked like giant silk ribbons draped across the horizon.

Despite his broad shoulders and long legs, when one saw Su Chengguang’s face from the front, it was a disappointment of plainness—black round-rimmed glasses and an utterly unremarkable appearance. He was the kind of four-eyes that Li Mingyang usually wouldn’t spare a second glance for.

As dowdy as his grandfather’s reading glasses.

Li Mingyang couldn’t help but feel a surge of restlessness in his chest, stirred by those outrageous rumors circulating among the girls: Just how handsome is Su Chengguang behind those glasses?

His curiosity was like a hundred dogs scratching at his heart. Having pulled girls’ braids as a kid, his adult hands were equally incapable of staying still. Seeing Su Chengguang approach the car door, Li Mingyang flashed a triumphant smile.

With a forceful shove of both hands, he pushed Su Chengguang into the car. While the other was still dazed, he doubled down on his boldness, pressing his body over him. The soft car cushion sank heavily. His fingertips dug into the deep curves of Su Chengguang’s waist, gripping tightly.

Locking the boy firmly beneath him, he snatched away the glasses he loathed. His smile was like a fox that had broken into a chicken coop.

“Hey, can’t you change your glasses? They’re deathly ugly.”

Without the barrier, the bangs on Su Chengguang’s forehead parted obediently in this position, revealing a pair of startled, crystal-clear peach-blossom eyes. Before Li Mingyang could get a good look, Su Chengguang covered his face like a frightened maiden and screamed, “Don’t look at me!”

D*mn it!

His eyes were slightly different from other people’s. The crisis of his secret being exposed attacked him frantically, making Su Chengguang twist and go berserk, wishing he could turn into an evil spirit and vanish.

Like a fish struggling on land, Su Chengguang fought back fiercely. In the midst of the shoving, he delivered a hard kick to Li Mingyang. However, the position made it difficult to exert force; Li Mingyang remained steady and even pinned down his legs.

Hateful, hateful, hateful.

Beneath his fingers, Su Chengguang’s pupils suddenly constricted. It was as if a tiny bead of blood—the size of a needlepoint—had seeped out from the skin; the originally light-gray irises turned a pale red, like peach blossoms blooming on rice paper.

Thinking of the wound on his forehead and the precious blood he had lost once before, a flash of killing intent moved within him.

The driver in the front seat, acting like a wooden statue, suddenly felt a chill down his spine. Hiss, did the AC explode?

Stunned by Su Chengguang’s shriek, Li Mingyang froze for a good while. Suddenly, a chill ran up his feet, and goosebumps covered the back of his hands. Enduring the tingling sensation on his scalp, he released his grip on Su Chengguang’s hands and said sheepishly, “I won’t look, just… don’t be so excited.”

Su Chengguang covered his eyes and muttered gloomily, “Give me back my glasses.”

His head felt swollen. The surge of blood just now almost made him want to tear out Li Mingyang’s throat.

“Ah, right, glasses…” Li Mingyang lifted his left leg to climb over the seat, getting off Su Chengguang. He spotted the glasses by his feet. He hooked them over Su Chengguang’s ears. “Here they are, feel for them.”

Once Su Chengguang put the glasses back on, Li Mingyang debated whether or not to speak. Su Chengguang straightened his messy collar and rubbed his temples; the arm he lifted was covered in a large, startling red mark.

The air in the cramped car was as silent as a morgue. In the rearview mirror, his driver peered back for the third time, the gossip-seeking look in his eyes far too obvious.

Li Mingyang’s expression was as complex as if he had just witnessed his girlfriend cheating. He struggled to find a topic. “Are you okay? Did you hit something just now?”

Su Chengguang ignored him, leaving only a cold profile. It took so long that Li Mingyang began to doubt if he had even spoken.

He’s really angry.

Thinking of Wei Yinhe’s expressionless face, a bead of cold sweat slid down Li Mingyang’s temple. He really wasn’t bullying Su Chengguang this time! If Wei Yinhe found out about this, there would be hell to pay. His expression turned wretched. Even he didn’t understand how a playful gesture had turned into such a stiff, awkward situation.

As if finally finding his voice, Su Chengguang spoke up. “It’s fine.”

His tone was hoarse and strained, as if someone had actually choked him. Li Mingyang: “…” D*mn it, now it looks even more like I bullied him ruthlessly.

“Want some water? Dry red wine? We have liquor too.”

“Not drinking.”

“Are you angry?”

“No.”

“How do you feel? Want to go to the hospital to check the injury?”

Calling it an “injury” was an exaggeration; in a little while, the red marks would fade completely. “It hurts.”

Li Mingyang froze. Su Chengguang, leaning against the window, slowly turned his head. Through the lenses, he conveyed an earnest gaze. “It hurts very much, Li Mingyang.”

Fine. He had made this bed, and he’d have to lie in it. Li Mingyang scratched his hair and reached out to tap a row of buttons. A panel recessed, revealing a small yellow medical kit. When had he, Li Mingyang, ever served someone?

Just as he took out the medicine and cotton swabs, an arm was thrust in front of him. He followed the arm to see an expression that said: Is it reasonable to ask an injured person to apply their own medicine?

Li Mingyang took a deep breath. Just what kind of “ancestor” had he provoked?

After applying the medicine, Li Mingyang thought it was over. He was just breathing a sigh of relief when Su Chengguang brushed back his bangs, revealing a black scar that delivered a direct blow to his heart.

“And here. Did you forget the thing you caused?”

A scar, three inches above the eyebrow, looked like a bug biting into Li Mingyang’s eyes. Mentioning his “dark history” made Li Mingyang feel guilty and nauseous. He had only pushed Su Chengguang once; who knew it would be so coincidental that he’d hit the edge of a tile? But with that cowering look of his, didn’t he know it made people want to bully him?

Under Su Chengguang’s forced gaze, he resignedly continued applying the medicine. Having his “handle” caught by someone, even a god would fear being snitched on. At the same time, he felt the contrast between Su Chengguang’s public and private personas was too great. A class monitor wearing a mask? What for?

He was extremely puzzled and genuinely curious. “Are you like this in front of Yinhe too?” In front of Wei Yinhe, he was a little fanboy; here, he was like a little devil.

“None of your business. Mind your own business, top student.”

Li Mingyang, whose grades were inferior, laughed in frustration. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Yinhe that you aren’t that weak, and that you’re actually quite sharp-tongued?”

Su Chengguang: “Then I’ll say you hit me and made me cry.” He pointed to the scab on his forehead. “This is the evidence.”

Wei Yinhe hated infighting among brothers. If a prior record was discovered, the consequences would be severe. Thinking of Wei Yinhe’s fists that could actually make him cry, Li Mingyang’s shoulders slumped. He raised a white flag. “Fine, we’ll keep each other’s secrets. Whoever snitches is a dog.”

“I hate snitches the most.”

“Who doesn’t?”

With the misunderstanding resolved, Li Mingyang patted his shoulder. The two looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter. The friendship between boys often starts with a fight.

They went to a clothing store to try on outfits; the store had sizes that fit them perfectly. During the process, Su Chengguang didn’t show the slightest shyness or hesitation, adapting perfectly to the touch of the attendants. Li Mingyang felt more and more that he was someone who could keep his composure. Unmoved by either favor or humiliation—this was a character who could truly hang out with them.

In the mirror, Su Chengguang glanced at himself. He indeed looked much more spirited. No wonder they say “clothes make the man, gold makes the Buddha.” As for his cool and steady aura—he chuckled. He had traveled through too many worlds; he wasn’t even afraid of zombies, so why would he fear the living?

Night fell at the low-key yet luxurious Louvre Hotel.

When Bai Ya handed her hand to the doorman and stepped out of the car, the banquet hadn’t started yet. She felt countless gazes land on her, but after realizing she wasn’t the protagonist of the night, most of them were withdrawn.

She held her mother’s arm, her other gloved hand holding the invitation. A waiter in a white vest bowed and took it with both hands. “Welcome, Mrs. Bai. Welcome, Miss Bai.”

In the hall, decorations lined both sides of the stairs. Flowers and balloons looked like juicy watermelon pulp. A little girl in a purple princess dress held her mother’s hand; though she didn’t know Bai Ya, she still looked at her with sparkling eyes—a look of pure joy and admiration. Further away, two gentlemen were also observing this rose-like girl.

Bai Ya had never felt so natural—her eyelid tape wasn’t peeling, her waist, usually used to athletic wear, felt comfortable, and her slim heels didn’t chafe. She even felt like she could climb a mountain in them. After dancing with an old gentleman, a handsome man approached her.

However, she politely declined him. Her goal tonight was the banquet’s protagonist, Wei Yinhe.

Her mother took her hand. “Xiao Ya, refusing a gentleman is not the act of a smart lady.”

She dodged her mother’s gaze as she checked her makeup. This was her most perfect makeup application yet—five hours had been spent on skincare alone, and she didn’t want to hear her mother nitpicking.

Mrs. Bai said, “My proud little swan, you should make the men present fight to dance with you. Do you know how many eyes are watching you?” Here we go again. Bai Ya felt a headache coming on.

Mrs. Bai: “There are so many excellent men here. See if there’s any you like; later, Mother will arrange a meeting.” Upper-class individuals worried about their status depreciating, especially fearing their daughters marrying down. Thus, her mother gripped her marriage rights tightly, attempting to buy low and sell high in the marriage market. To Mrs. Bai, if she could enter Wei Yinhe’s family, it would be a joyous leap from a branch to becoming a phoenix.

“Mother, times have changed. Women can live very well and brilliantly without relying on men.” Her mother’s smile became even more gentle, her words deflective. “I won’t stop you from being a ‘strong female lead,’ but how about being independent first, starting with not asking Mother for an allowance?”

Bai Ya: “…” Without an allowance, she was just a useless scrub.

She smiled slightly, her survival instinct peaking. “Mother, how about I go let Wei Yinhe invite me to dance?” Her mother took the bait, chuckling behind her hand. “If you truly make young Master Wei fall for you, I’ll be happy.”

Bai Ya: “…”

Although Wei Yinhe looked like a playboy, rumor had it he was very pure and never fooled around. His relationship history was cleaner than her makeup. Aiming for someone like that was risky. In this circle, who doesn’t maintain a persona? It’s all just layer upon layer of masks.

Bai Ya ended up dancing with a dark-skinned handsome guy. This guy had been hovering near her, occasionally casting passionate, admiring glances like a kid waiting at a BBQ stall—quite fun. She spun in his hands; at the climax of the tune, he lifted her waist and spun her.

Bai Ya’s expression was calm, her gloved left hand resting on the guy’s shoulder, feeling a bit weary. Unlike the veterans of the ballroom, she lacked the excitement of a novice and the jadedness of an expert. Regarding sensory stimulation, she had always maintained a “give it a try” attitude.

That was until she saw a man outside the dance floor, gorging himself on a plate of small cakes. Calling him a “man” was a bit of a stretch—he was a boy with his bangs brushed back, revealing beautiful, spirited peach-blossom eyes. Perhaps all nearsighted people with large eyes had a cheat code, when he squinted, his gaze was blurry and alluring. Even while facing a plate of cakes, he looked deeply affectionate.

Seeing him, only one word came to Bai Ya’s mind: Charge.

She said excitedly to the dark-skinned guy, “There are lots of beauties over there, I’ll take you over.” The guy opened his mouth, a hint of shyness in his eyes, and nodded slowly.

The two danced their way through a sea of gorgeous petals, top hats, and ribbons.

Su Chengguang took a bite of cake followed by a sip of red wine. The sweetness of the cake and the bitterness of the wine neutralized each other perfectly, making it impossible to stop. Divine! Absolutely divine!

He habitually went to push his glasses to hide the radiance in his eyes, but his finger hit his nose instead. Oh, he was wearing contacts.

When Li Mingyang had taken him to get styled, those huge black round-rimmed glasses had posed a problem for the team. Since he was a handsome guy now, he couldn’t block others from admiring him. Su Chengguang had chosen standard brown colored contacts. He hadn’t expected to cause himself such a big problem.

When he was greeted by a young girl, he perceived the glares coming from countless men.