The Beautiful Female Supporting Character is Flirtatious and Amorous [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: I’m Convinced After Being Severely Educated by My Rival (4)

“Oh? You’re getting worked up.”

Instead of shutting up, Xu Yangyang started chattering even more relentlessly. “Hey, young man, don’t have such a temper. If you’ve got too much ‘fire’ in your heart, find a few more girlfriends to vent it out.”

“Of course, a boyfriend would work too, I wouldn’t mind.”

She was doing it on purpose. Seeing Fu Ying running faster and faster away, Ying Chen felt like he was losing his mind. But he couldn’t deal with Xu Yangyang now; if he completely burnt bridges with Fu Ying, forget the revenge of the Fu family—Fu Ying herself would be enough of a nightmare for him to handle.

Ying Chen wanted to give chase, but a woman in a fit of rage had already triggered a passive skill: Speed +10.

In a flash, Fu Ying slipped into her room and slammed the door with a loud thud. There were cameras nearby, so it wasn’t wise to keep chasing, or tonight’s scene would surely cause suspicion and a new round of trouble for him.

Hiding in the darkness, Ying Chen’s face was so gloomy it could drip ink.

Xu Yangyang walked past him leisurely, letting out a gloating chuckle. “This is what happens when you try to maintain a fish pond; eventually, the pond explodes.”

Ying Chen shot her a look of pure resentment. Xu Yangyang didn’t care at all, humming a happy tune as she walked away.

0357 popped up excitedly: “Host, the task progress bar moved! It added 5%, bringing the total progress to 20%!”

Back in the room, Xu Yangyang watched Fu Ying sobbing silently under the covers and felt a bit helpless. She paced over. “What’s there to be sad about? Say bye-bye to this one, the next one will be better.”

“Besides, you’re as beautiful as a goddess. You’re out of the league of a scumbag like him by eight hundred miles. Why hang yourself on the tree that is Ying Chen?”

Fu Ying’s fans and her manager nodded along, agreeing completely.

“I’m willing to trade ten years of the manager’s single life to cure Fu Ying’s ‘love-brain’!”

“+1!””

“+ID card number!”

Manager: “?” Is everyone being polite today?

Xu Yangyang continued: “You’re talented and rich. Finding a like-minded boyfriend to travel the world, admire scenery, and create art together—isn’t that better? What’s the benefit of dating a stingy guy like Ying Chen? Staying home every day to wash his underwear while he gives you a cold face?”

The fans roared in agreement, which naturally infuriated Ying Chen’s fans. But Fu Ying’s fans weren’t pushovers; their anger at Ying Chen’s attitude toward Fu Ying had been simmering for two years. A massive “keyboard war” erupted online.

Director He was both thrilled by the traffic and terrified of the fire. If Ying Chen’s fans turn on me, my reputation is ruined! But looking at the massive engagement, he gritted his teeth. Whatever, let them curse. Great things are born from storms.

In the room, Fu Ying poked her head out, her eyes red and swollen like walnuts. “I’m not sad.”

She stubbornly explained: “I just feel… he’s not even as good as a bodyguard in my house, so how does he dare treat me like this?” She felt more aggrieved the more she thought about it. “What gives him the right?!”

“I used to go out of my way to please him, try to make him happy, even cooked for him…” She pursed her lips. “I did so much; wasn’t it enough to soften his heart?”

Xu Yangyang didn’t follow her lead. She shook her head. “Of course not.”

Fu Ying looked at her sideways. Xu Yangyang said seriously: “Haven’t you noticed? The better you are to him, the worse his attitude becomes. He looks down on you because you’ve made yourself look ‘cheap.'”

It was true. Fu Ying nodded involuntarily and asked humbly, “Why?”

“Why else?” Xu Yangyang crossed her arms. “Because you have bad taste in men.”

Fu Ying threw off the covers and sat up straight, fuming. “Yan Man, can you talk nicely? You’re just here to watch me fail and enjoy the show, aren’t you? Don’t think I don’t know you’re gloating. If he treats me like this today, he’ll treat you the same way later. You’d better hope you can hold back your tears then!”

Xu Yangyang blinked innocently. “Oh, I definitely can.”

Because she had no intention of having any kind of development with Ying Chen.

Xu Yangyang sighed and educated her: “You really do have bad taste. If you had done those things for anyone else, they would be eternally grateful. Take me, for example. If you cooked for me, gave me gifts, and flattered me every day like you did for him, I’d till the fields and loosen the soil for you every single day.”

Fu Ying opened her mouth: “Keep dreaming!” Why would I want her to till fields? I’m the eldest miss of the Fu family!

Wait… tilling fields. Fu Ying’s eyes flickered. She remembered she had to rely on Xu Yangyang for tomorrow’s task. Although Xu Yangyang was also a girl, she had seen her lift luggage like it was nothing. Farming should be… easy for her, right?

Needing a favor, Fu Ying’s anger dissipated. Besides, Xu Yangyang was innocent in this specific instance—Ying Chen was the one who hurt her. Xu Yangyang was just the shield he used.

Seeing her calm down, Xu Yangyang rummaged through her suitcase and pulled out a “face-slapping revenge” novel. “Here. Since you’re in a bad mood, borrow this to kill time.” She added protectively, “Remember to give it back.”

Fu Ying wanted to return it immediately, but considering they were in the middle of nowhere with no entertainment, she took it. “Thanks.”

The next morning, Xu Yangyang woke up at 6:00 AM. She knew Directors like He usually made guests find their own food. To save time, she used her “0357 Alarm” and went to shamelessly beg the Village Chief for a meal.

Director He’s face turned green seeing her eat a hearty breakfast of buns and eggs while the other guests were still asleep. The Village Chief praised her healthy appetite.

After breakfast, Xu Yangyang went to the hills. Looking at the vast slope of land, she went silent. “All of this?”

“Yes,” the Village Chief smiled. “This is your workload.”

Xu Yangyang started swinging the hoe. After some initial clumsiness, she found a rhythm.

“With that strength, one swing of the hoe would cut me in half.”

“I wonder if Ying Chen’s fans are scared. Yan Man is strong as an ox; one slap would spin their heads ten times.”

Ying Chen’s fans stayed quiet. They remembered Yan Man used to personally get into flame wars with them, and she was a fierce fighter.

Around 9:00 AM, the sun peeked out. As Xu Yangyang rested, she saw a bright figure running toward her. It was Fu Ying, wearing a simple dress with her hair in a braid, looking radiant against the greenery.

“Yan Man, I’ve come to join you!” she shouted, running along the narrow ridges of the field. She was carrying a bamboo basket.

“Fu Ying might have a ‘hole’ in her brain, but her looks are undeniable”

“The ‘Noble Consort’ is arrogant, but truly beautiful.”

Fu Ying arrived panting, her cheeks flushed. “I knew you’d be hungry. Eat quickly.”

Xu Yangyang took the basket. “Where did you get this?”

Fu Ying looked guilty for a split second, then puffed out her chest. “Stole it from the director.”

Xu Yangyang: “?”

“What’s wrong with taking their stuff?” Fu Ying grumbled. “They brought us to this middle-of-nowhere place and forced two ‘defenseless’ girls to do heavy labor through a draw. I’m being kind by not cursing them out.”

In the basket were bread, sugar, and two cans of “Black Bull” energy drink—all products from the Fu family’s companies.

Xu Yangyang ate and praised: “Delicious.”

Fu Ying stood tall like a proud peacock. “You only slept four or five hours. Aren’t you tired?”

Fu Ying nodded. “Tired, but I can manage. I’ll sleep four more hours this afternoon.”

Xu Yangyang got up to continue working. “Given our usual relationship, I didn’t expect you to come all this way to bring me food.”

Fu Ying felt awkward. She had seen the wooden sign Xu Yangyang had carved with both their names on it. She realized Xu Yangyang hadn’t been joking when she said she’d do her share of the work.

In this environment, Fu Ying was grateful. Besides, for the next month, she might have to rely on this woman every day. Fu Ying was spoiled, but she wasn’t an idiot.

She watched Xu Yangyang’s back as she worked. Her eyes lingered on her rival’s pale but toned arms, where the veins slightly showed from the effort.

My rival actually looks quite good when she’s working, Fu Ying thought.