The Beautiful Female Supporting Character is Flirtatious and Amorous [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 22.1

Chapter 22.1: The Whole Family Likes Men, Except Me (22)

Xu Yangyang stopped her movements and lifted her head in confusion.

Seeing her delay, Jiang Ni couldn’t help but nudge her open palms closer to Xu Yangyang, asking, “Are you unwilling to help me wash my hands, Feifei?”

That wasn’t it.

Xu Yangyang’s mouth twitched. Resigned to her fate, she grabbed Jiang Ni’s hands, rinsed them under the tap for a moment, and then pumped two dollops of hand soap to work up a lather. Under Jiang Ni’s expectant gaze, Xu Yangyang wrapped her hands around Jiang Ni’s bubble-covered ones and began to rub them meticulously.

Jiang Ni’s hands were longer than Xu Yangyang’s. While cleaning the other’s palms, Xu Yangyang could clearly feel the back of her own hands being enveloped by the other’s. It didn’t require any deliberate movement; Jiang Ni only had to slightly curl her fingers to achieve it.

After a brief moment of internal envy, Xu Yangyang rinsed both their hands clean. “There, done,” she said, turning off the faucet.

Perhaps because Xu Yangyang’s movements had been a bit forceful, Jiang Ni’s cold, white skin was flushed red. That shade of red resembled a ripe peach—fresh, yet carrying a hint of temptation in the current atmosphere.

Xu Yangyang’s gaze drifted over the slight protrusion of the veins on the back of the other’s hands. “Do you want me to run the water for you?”

Jiang Ni’s eyes filled with confusion. Xu Yangyang explained: “A bath.”

“Okay, thank you.” She still retained a sliver of sobriety, allowing her to converse normally. Hearing this, Xu Yangyang didn’t hesitate, quickly preparing everything for her like a nanny.

Jiang Ni was very fast and came out shortly after. She approached Xu Yangyang, who was looking at her phone. “What about you?”

The steam had turned the woman’s skin a deep pink, which looked exceptionally vivid under the clear, cold light. Jiang Ni’s face was as red as a cooked shrimp, and her neck and other exposed skin were similarly stained with crimson. This Jiang Ni was so different from her usual self; her eyes were shimmering with a gentle, watery light.

“I’ll pass.” Xu Yangyang put away her phone and let out a yawn. “I’m going back to see how the others are doing with their drinking.” She stood up and urged Jiang Ni, “Get some rest early.”

Jiang Ni’s expression froze, and she felt an inexplicable sense of grievance. She felt as though she was being abandoned again—in Xu Yangyang’s heart, perhaps Su Rui and the company would always be more important than her.

True, she was merely a friend and business partner who interacted with her somewhat closely. How could she compare to an inseparable subordinate like Su Rui, who stayed by her side every day and shared her burdens?

“But I don’t want you to go.” Before her brain could react, Jiang Ni’s mouth had already voiced the plea. Her eyes held a cautious, hopeful expectation. “Can you stay and keep me company?”

Even if it’s just for a little while, she thought silently.

Xu Yangyang paused in her tracks and frowned. “Are you drunk?”

Xu Yangyang didn’t know Jiang Ni’s true alcohol tolerance, but based on her current behavior, it probably wasn’t much better than her own. Xu Yangyang had learned to secretly “leak” her wine, but Jiang Ni had genuinely downed several bottles tonight.

For a well-behaved drunk, Xu Yangyang was always willing to grant a bit more patience. She pulled back her stepping foot. “Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere right now? Like nausea, or a headache?”

“No.” Jiang Ni’s gaze followed her closely. After a moment of silence, she said without warning, “I want to hug you, Feifei.”

Alcohol magnified the desires in her heart and gave Jiang Ni the courage to take the first step. She was no longer overthinking the consequences of being rejected. Right here, in this minute, this second, she just wanted to be held gently by Xu Yangyang. She wanted the other’s arms to circle her waist; she wanted to rest her chin on the other’s forehead and lightly inhale the fragrance in her hair.

It made her feel safe.

Xu Yangyang naturally rejected the boundary-crossing request. She said firmly, “I can stay to keep you company, but as for the rest…” She looked directly into Jiang Ni’s eyes. “No.”

Jiang Ni was very disappointed, but there was nothing she could do. She nodded, signaling Xu Yangyang to sit down with her. Once Xu Yangyang was settled, Jiang Ni stared at her unblinkingly, like a monk in meditation, unwilling to even blink.

0357 watched from the side with a racing heart, fearing that if Xu Yangyang lost her self-control, the following scenes would become “harmonious” and unfit for detailed description. Fortunately, Xu Yangyang had strong willpower; not only did she control herself, but she also managed to fall asleep right under Jiang Ni’s nose.

Jiang Ni hesitated seeing her eyes closed, but in the end, she obediently carried her to the bed. The weather was chilly; sleeping on the sofa all night would surely lead to a cold. After tucking Xu Yangyang in, Jiang Ni lay on the sofa with a thin blanket.

She wasn’t sleepy; in fact, her mind was becoming clearer because she was alone in a room with Xu Yangyang. In the darkness, Jiang Ni kept her eyes open, remembering the kiss at the Meng house. Xu Yangyang’s lips had been soft and sweet—sweeter than any candy she had ever tasted. She didn’t regret her reckless actions, but when facing those clean, clear eyes, she always instinctively felt guilty, fearing Xu Yangyang would find out.

Fortunately, to this day, she had hidden it well.

Jiang Ni wrapped herself in the blanket, her mind a mess of random thoughts. Suddenly, she felt as if someone was standing beside her. She didn’t dare breathe, breaking out in a cold sweat.

“Feifei?” Jiang Ni called out uncertainly, her voice hoarse.

The other party didn’t answer, simply moving of their own accord. Jiang Ni’s heart pounded. Before she could sit up, a soft body pressed down on her.

Xu Yangyang’s fingertips had a slight roughness, a result of the work she had done at her grandmother’s house in the past. When she grabbed Jiang Ni’s wrists, her strength was great, carrying a firm resolve that brooked no resistance.

Shock flickered in Jiang Ni’s eyes hidden in the dark. She called out again, “Feifei, wake up.”

She didn’t know if the other was sleepwalking or acting on instinct while intoxicated, but she was clearly not herself. Jiang Ni couldn’t help but twist a few times, and in an instant, the grip on her wrists tightened. It made her feel bound and imprisoned.

Jiang Ni’s breathing slowed. Currently, she was pinned by Xu Yangyang in the small area of the sofa, unable to move or struggle, forced to wait quietly for Xu Yangyang’s next move. She didn’t have to wait long. As the other leaned in, a faint feminine scent mingled with slightly moist breath, invading every one of her nerves.

Xu Yangyang’s body, which was more petite than Jiang Ni’s, pressed tightly against her. The burning temperature where their skin met made Jiang Ni’s fingers contract uneasily. She had a premonition of what Xu Yangyang was about to do, yet she hesitated on whether she should push her away.

This is what I hoped for, isn’t it?

Xu Yangyang kept her eyes closed, inching closer to Jiang Ni’s lips. Jiang Ni’s eyelashes fluttered nervously, the struggle in her eyes becoming more apparent. The other’s tilted nose brushed against her skin; the exhaled breath was warm and incredibly sweet.

Moments later, Jiang Ni felt her lips swell slightly, moist and opening with every kiss from Xu Yangyang. Strange and alien emotions flooded every corner of her body; Jiang Ni felt as if she were being roasted over a fire. Even in the darkness, she didn’t dare look up into Xu Yangyang’s eyes. She only listened quietly as her heartbeat grew more violent, as if she would reach the clouds in the next second.

As her mind went blank, Jiang Ni heard the person buried at her neck kiss her skin almost imperceptibly, saying with seduction and dominance: “Take off your clothes.”

Her throat swallowed hard, and Jiang Ni’s ears quickly turned red. She held her breath in confusion, still building up her psychological defenses, only to hear Xu Yangyang command again, “Mine.”

After hesitating for a long time, Jiang Ni finally executed Xu Yangyang’s command.

Xu Yangyang felt miserable. She was thirsty, her head throbbed, she was sleepy, and her consciousness was muddled; she couldn’t open her eyes no matter what. She pressed her brow, struggling to open her eyelids, only to find Jiang Ni lying beside her. She was instantly struck with horror, unable to recover for a long time.

“0357, why didn’t you remind me last night?” she asked, shifting the blame.

“I’m innocent, Host!” 0357’s cold voice carried a sense of grievance: “I shouted until my throat was almost hoarse last night, but you only felt I was noisy and unilaterally blocked my voice.”

Xu Yangyang: “Is that so?”

“Indeed.” 0357 nodded affirmatively. “But Host, those are small matters now. You should quickly think about how you’re going to fix the plot, which has already collapsed by 150%!”

150%?

“Do you even hear yourself?” Xu Yangyang rubbed her head. “Is that even possible?”

At first, 0357 didn’t believe it either, but those large words were written plainly on its system panel. It also found it ridiculous—how the hell could it work like that? But the facts were right there; even if 0357 and Xu Yangyang didn’t believe it, they were forced to accept it.

“Host…” 0357 asked: “What should we do next?”

How was Xu Yangyang supposed to know? She looked sideways, gazing at Jiang Ni’s sleeping profile, only to feel her head throb even harder. Finally, after some consideration, Xu Yangyang left a note for Jiang Ni: “Sister, I’m going to the company for a meeting first. I’ll deal with the matters between us later.”

After Zhang Yulan took over the company, although she didn’t touch Meng Zhichuan, she gave Xu Yangyang a promotion. Xu Yangyang’s position was now roughly equal to Meng Zhichuan’s. Today was the day to officially announce this situation; Zhang Yulan herself would be present, along with the major shareholders.

After a hurried wash, Xu Yangyang asked Su Rui to prepare a brand-new outfit for her. Fortunately, Su Rui had developed good habits back when she was a junior assistant; a spare set of new clothes happened to be kept at the company.

Putting on her shoes, Xu Yangyang looked back at Jiang Ni at the bedroom door before leaving. Seeing no sign that the other was waking up, she lightly pulled open the door and left decisively. The door closed, and the space returned to silence. Jiang Ni slowly opened her eyes, her gaze falling on the now-empty spot, and after a long while, a smile rose on her lips.

Xu Yangyang felt her waist and legs aching. She reached out to rub them, hissing in pain. She had a vague memory that she had been very bold last night, and the “styles” had been quite varied. Propping up her head helplessly, Xu Yangyang thought that the saying “alcohol ruins people” really wasn’t without merit.

“I’m quitting drinking from now on,” Xu Yangyang said to 0357 with a firm tone.

0357 gave a couple of “mm-hm”s, its attitude extremely perfunctory. Xu Yangyang lifted an eyelid. “You don’t believe me?”

She squinted her eyes to scrutinize the system. 0357 shook its head. “No, I’m just thinking about what the ending will be if you fail to complete the mission.”

“What else could it be?” Xu Yangyang said indifferently. “If I can live, I’ll live; if I can’t, I’ll die.”

0357: “…?”

After arriving at the company, Xu Yangyang tidied herself up and applied light makeup to cover the marks.

Zhang Yulan’s mental state looked excellent, more vibrant than before. Seeing Xu Yangyang, Zhang Yulan was in a good mood and pulled her along to ask various questions—mostly the usual: How have you been lately? Is work pressure high? Are you eating and sleeping well?

Xu Yangyang answered yes to everything, making Zhang Yulan’s expression even more kind and gentle. “That’s good. Even though work is busy, don’t forget to take care of your health.”

Zhang Yulan originally wanted to tell Xu Yangyang to leave the company and do something she liked, but she feared Xu Yangyang would overthink it and mistake it for a hint to give up competing with Meng Zhichuan. So, after careful consideration, she decided to let her be. As long as her daughter was happy, she would support her unconditionally in whatever she chose to do. Moreover, Zhang Yulan had a hunch that the girl was like her—competitive and unwilling to lose to anyone.

Even if that person was her own biological brother.

Although Zhang Yulan was an only daughter, she had seen many son-favoring families in her hometown. She knew she had neglected her daughter in the past and hadn’t given her the same love as Meng Zhichuan. Under such circumstances, the girl might feel the need to win at something to prove herself. This is a good thing, Zhang Yulan thought with a smile.

Now that Xu Yangyang was thriving in the company, it gave her extra face among her friends and sisters. Of course, it would be even better if Meng Zhichuan were a normal man.

As Meng Zhichuan approached, Zhang Yulan, not wanting to see him, said goodbye to Xu Yangyang and quickly grabbed her bag to slip away right under his nose. He felt some dissatisfaction and approached Xu Yangyang with a hint of resentment. “What were you two just talking about?”

Without giving her a chance to answer, he shifted the topic. “Congratulations on your promotion and raise.”

His attitude was unfriendly. Xu Yangyang grinned. “Thank you, Brother. Don’t I get a gift?”

Meng Zhichuan froze. “Sorry, I was in a rush for work today and didn’t have time to prepare. I’ll make it up to you later.” No matter how much he disliked Xu Yangyang, she was his biological sister on the surface. He would naturally keep up appearances to avoid being caught and framed.

“What do you want?” he asked politely.

Xu Yangyang didn’t hesitate: “The company.” She gazed at him with a beaming smile, her eyes never wavering. “Brother, are you willing to give it to me?”

Meng Zhichuan was puzzled. “There are so many good things; why must you have the company?”

“Maybe because…” Xu Yangyang frowned and thought seriously for a good while. “As long as it’s something of yours, Brother, I instinctively want to snatch it away. What you have, I want too.”

Meng Zhichuan: ?

Instinctively? What kind of ‘instinct’ is that? If you didn’t want to compete with me, is someone going to hold an AK to your head and force you? You’re being ridiculous.

Although Meng Zhichuan was quite obtuse regarding emotions, he could now sense Xu Yangyang’s undisguised hostility. His heart tightened. He didn’t know if she had hidden it too well before, or if Zhang Yulan’s support had given her newfound confidence. Regardless, this was bad news for Meng Zhichuan.