The Beautiful Female Supporting Character is Flirtatious and Amorous [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 40

Chapter 40: My Wife is Obsessed with Her White Moonlight, and So Am I (2)

Ye Zhizhi had dressed up meticulously.

Lacking sufficient makeup skills herself, she spent a small fortune to hire a famous makeup artist, repeatedly instructing them to make her look as weak and frail as possible. Having taken the money, the artist naturally agreed, resulting in the appearance Ye Zhizhi presented now.

Ye Zhizhi had been quite apprehensive, fearing her act might fail or prove insufficient to achieve her goals today. But glancing at Xu Yangyang’s expression now, her uneasy heart finally settled back into her chest. Having known and lived with Xie Ning for over a decade, how could she not understand her own sister?

On the surface, Xie Ning seemed covered in thorns—cautious and defensive toward everyone around her—but in front of Ye Zhizhi, she had long since softened into a pliable little dumpling. Like a milky puppy pretending to be fierce in front of strangers, she possessed zero combat effectiveness before Ye Zhizhi. Not only that, she was particularly dependent on her.

After quickly running through these thoughts, Ye Zhizhi’s eyes slowly reddened. A piteous glimmer of tears flashed at the edge of her eyelids, causing Xu Yangyang’s heart to skip a beat on the spot.

“Ningning.” Ye Zhizhi was an expert at manipulating hearts, so she didn’t mention their previous conflict immediately. Instead, she played the emotional card: “I haven’t seen you for a few days; you’ve grown thin.”

Ye Zhizhi stared intently at Xu Yangyang, her tone laced with heartache: “Are you living poorly here? Why don’t you come home with me?”

“Even though the family’s financial situation isn’t what it used to be, Sister can still afford to support just you.”

As she spoke, she stepped forward and gently grasped Xu Yangyang’s hand. The cold temperature of her skin transferred through their touch, causing Xu Yangyang to lower her eyes.

“No.” Xu Yangyang moved her gaze away from the pale hand and shook her head, her tone calm. “I’m living quite well here.”

He Yuli provided both money and beauty; it was practically a gift from heaven. Sometimes Xu Yangyang couldn’t even tell if He Yuli was taking advantage of her or if she was taking advantage of He Yuli. After all, He Yuli was so “delicious” that she was hard to refuse.

Hearing such a calm explanation, Ye Zhizhi’s eyes flickered before she chimed in again: “Sister doesn’t believe you.”

“Since you were little, you’ve liked carrying everything by yourself. No matter how sad or wronged you feel, you’re never willing to reveal a single bit to the family.”

“Ningning.” Ye Zhizhi took another step forward, getting closer. Xu Yangyang could even smell the faint, fresh, and sweet scent of her perfume. “Stop pretending to be strong.”

Ye Zhizhi softened her voice, imbuing it with a soul-seducing power. “You can try to rely on me. I am your sister!”

She moved with emotion and reasoned with logic, cleverly cutting into the host’s weakness. She intended to use emotion and family to hijack her stepsister once again and force her to surrender.

Unfortunately, this body now held a different soul.

Faced with Ye Zhizhi’s little tricks, Xu Yangyang slightly lowered her head, leaning in toward the other woman’s neck to take a deep sniff. She then said with a dazed expression, “Sister, you smell so good.”

Not playing by the rules, Ye Zhizhi’s body instantly stiffened.

Xu Yangyang remained close to her hair. Through the rhythm of her breathing, Ye Zhizhi could clearly feel the other’s warm—almost hot—breath spraying against her skin. That slightly aggressive action triggered a reflex; Ye Zhizhi stepped back two paces, staring at Xu Yangyang with suspicion. “What… what did you say?”

Xu Yangyang looked her straight in the eye, looking completely innocent. “I said, Sister, you smell so good.”

Ye Zhizhi felt her already stiff body lock up again. Her brain buzzed, and she instantly stalled. What kind of nonsense is she saying?

She mechanically rolled her eyes to look at Xu Yangyang. Xu Yangyang’s expression was open and upright, showing no awareness of having offended someone. Was she simply complimenting her, or…

Ye Zhizhi felt her mind in a jumble, almost forgetting the true purpose of her visit. Having finally remembered, she tried to pull things back on track. She piteously let two hot tears fall. “Ningning, are you still angry with me? I know I was wrong. Please don’t treat me like this, okay?”

Ye Zhizhi clutched her chest. “Your coldness makes my heart ache so much.”

Ye Zhizhi’s acting was good. Combined with her fragile aura, Xu Yangyang “forgave” her on the spot. “I’m not.” After a denial, she explained further: “We are family; how could I truly be angry with you? I just feel bad that you don’t cherish your own body.”

After speaking gently, Xu Yangyang took Ye Zhizhi’s hands in hers, her fingertips lightly stroking the back of her hand. It made Ye Zhizhi’s skin itch, as if a weak electric current had passed through, making her whole body shiver.

“I-is that so?” Ye Zhizhi smiled forcedly.

Next, she tried to pull her hands back, but Xu Yangyang’s grip was strong. Despite her secret efforts, she couldn’t break free. While they were subtly pulling back and forth, Xu Yangyang gazed at her with a look of compassion and asked, “The child in your stomach is gone now, isn’t it?”

“It’s gone,” Ye Zhizhi answered reflexively.

How would she dare keep it? Ke Zhao didn’t want to take responsibility, and the two had a massive fight over it. Plus, fearing her father would find out, she had rushed to the hospital to have the procedure alone. Although she had rested at home for a few days, she still hadn’t fully recovered; her body was very weak. If not for this, even the best makeup artist wouldn’t have achieved the effect Ye Zhizhi wanted.

Xu Yangyang nodded, signaling she heard her. “That’s good. Ke Zhao isn’t good enough for you; you should break up with him.” Xu Yangyang moved closer, gently pulling the wary Ye Zhizhi into a hug. “Don’t associate with him anymore, and don’t agree to his attempts to reconcile.”

Ye Zhizhi instinctively wanted to refuse, but sensing her intent, Xu Yangyang slowly lowered her eyelashes. “Isn’t it good for us two sisters to stay together forever, Sister? The family has a house, and Mom and Dad have money. Why must you date Ke Zhao?”

She sighed as if casually, but to Ye Zhizhi’s ears, it took on an entirely different meaning. This time, the hair on Ye Zhizhi’s body stood on end. A deep sense of crisis and fear made her instantly pull away from the hug. She stammered, “Ningning, you’re still young, you don’t understand… I have to get married eventually, and Ke Zhao is your future brother-in-law.”

As she spoke, she watched Xu Yangyang’s expression. Seeing her knit her brows in disapproval, Ye Zhizhi couldn’t help but take two more steps back. Her urge to escape grew stronger. Her sister was very wrong today. Although Ye Zhizhi desperately wanted to get money from her, in the face of this abnormality, she felt her life was more important.

Thus, Ye Zhizhi didn’t want to tangle with Xu Yangyang any further. Who knew what other madness she might exhibit?

“Alright, Ningning. Seeing that you’re doing fine with my own eyes makes me feel relieved. I have other things to do, so I won’t talk further. Remember to come home this weekend; Dad is planning a big dinner.”

With that, without giving Xu Yangyang a chance to stop her, she stumbled her way out.

Xu Yangyang watched Ye Zhizhi’s retreating back with some regret. “I didn’t get to hug her long enough.”

0357 squinted at her: “Host, be careful not to get caught ‘leaning over the wall’ by He Yuli. The female lead might have gotten jealous.”

Xu Yangyang smiled, noncommittal. “Then forget it. I’ll wait for He Yuli to come back tonight so I can hug her instead.”

He Yuli exercised year-round and had a great body. Not only did she have sexy biceps, but she also had a firm core; being in her arms was particularly intoxicating. Although their relationship was a fragile financial one, He Yuli had a great sense of service and superb skills, so Xu Yangyang was quickly becoming infatuated, determined to maintain this “pure” transaction.

She had exercised diligently over the past few days and felt a bit weak all over. Having no desire to go out, she took her phone and sprawled on the sofa to play games, not moving for half the day.

When He Yuli reached the company, she peeked at Xu Yangyang through the surveillance cameras. Confirming she was being obedient and not causing trouble, she immersed herself in work, giving Xu Yangyang no further attention.

After Ye Zhizhi fled in a panic, as if pursued by a ghost, she sat in her car, panting heavily. Now that she was alone, her brows were tightly knit, her expression grave. She had a premonition that it wouldn’t be long before Xu Yangyang escaped her control and stopped listening to her.

Ye Zhizhi couldn’t help but feel anxious. If she lost this “sucker,” the allowance her father gave her was far from enough to cover her expenses! Although she was dating Ke Zhao, he was particularly calculating and never spent excessive money on her unless they were married. But given Ke Zhao’s recent attitude about not wanting the child, marriage was a distant prospect.

Ye Zhizhi was inevitably frustrated. On one hand, she was angry at Xu Yangyang’s rebellion; on the other, she couldn’t help but blame Ke Zhao. She had carried his child, after all, yet he not only refused to pay for the abortion but didn’t even bother to comfort or visit her afterward.

Ye Zhizhi’s face darkened. Tampering with the condom was a step she had taken wrong. Ke Zhao had countless ex-girlfriends; how could he not have encountered the same trick? It was simply that she appeared too late, and those before her had already blocked the path.

The more she thought, the worse her mood became. She had gained nothing today and had even been touched by her “crazy” yandere sister. Thinking of the skin that had been touched, Ye Zhizhi felt disgusted. She immediately started the car, planning to go home for a hot bath. Her eyes suppressed a fire of rage as she decided in her heart: If Xu Yangyang dares to be indecent again next time, I’ll give her a proper lesson.

Xu Yangyang didn’t know she was being held in a grudge by Ye Zhizhi, but even if she did, she wouldn’t care. On the contrary, she might even be excited. While Ye Zhizhi was somewhat unethical, she happened to be her type, so even her unethical moments had a unique charm. It was just a pity that the time she could spend with Ye Zhizhi wasn’t much.

However, since the other woman mentioned a family dinner this weekend, Xu Yangyang thought for a moment—she needed to find a time to tell He Yuli and go home to take a look. He Yuli had no reason to stop her from something like this, so Xu Yangyang wasn’t worried.

She played games all day until her head was dizzy. Finally, He Yuli came home. She was home early today, looking like she didn’t need to work overtime. Xu Yangyang put down her phone and greeted her with sparkling eyes. “You’re back. This timing is rare.”

He Yuli took off her coat and nodded in response. By the time she swapped into slippers, Xu Yangyang was already by her side, spreading her arms for a hug. The proactive and intimate attitude—so different from before—made He Yuli hesitate for a split second, instinctively wondering if Xu Yangyang had some scheme waiting for her.

But “soldiers come to block the attack, water comes to cover the land”—He Yuli was never afraid of schemes. She leaned down slightly and easily scooped Xu Yangyang into her arms. Xu Yangyang was very thin, her frame delicate. Holding her gave He Yuli the sensation of holding an exquisite, fragile porcelain doll. She deliberately held back her strength to avoid hurting her.

He Yuli knew the other was very delicate; her skin was so fine that a bit of force could leave a bruise, so she was always careful in this regard.

However—

He Yuli’s nose twitched. As she inhaled the scent in Xu Yangyang’s hair, she keenly caught that faint, nearly vanished perfume scent. It was Ye Zhizhi’s. Only Ye Zhizhi, a stranger, had visited today. He Yuli could figure out the answer with her toes.

Her relatively bright expression instantly darkened. He Yuli let go of Xu Yangyang, her tall figure looming over her with immense pressure. “I thought you had learned to be good, but it turns out you were just feeling guilty.”

He Yuli sneered: “You did something behind my back today, didn’t you?” Her tone was certain, giving Xu Yangyang no chance to argue, passing judgment on her own.

Although Xu Yangyang was a bit surprised that He Yuli’s “dog nose” could detect Ye Zhizhi’s lingering scent, she didn’t panic. She explained naturally: “She was impregnated by a scumbag and just finished an abortion all by herself, feeling helpless.”

“I know you don’t like her, but she is my sister after all.” Xu Yangyang skillfully smoothed He Yuli’s ego. “She came to me in such an isolated moment; I didn’t have the heart to drive her away.” Xu Yangyang’s clear eyes held fragmented light, like stars falling into the deep sea. “This was an exception. Won’t you be a little tolerant, please?”

When she apologized sincerely, her tone unconsciously carried a hint of weak, coquettish pleading. He Yuli couldn’t help but daze for a moment. When had she ever seen her so submissive? Not shouting at her was already considered a good day.

As the saying goes, “one doesn’t strike a smiling face,” and He Yuli was someone who responded better to soft words than hard ones. With Xu Yangyang lowering her stance like this, He Yuli couldn’t keep nitpicking. Her face softened slightly, but she still didn’t intend to let it go easily. “That’s still no reason to get her scent all over you.” He Yuli narrowed her eyes, sizing her up unkindly.

Xu Yangyang thought for a bit. “It was an accident. She was crying so miserably and pitifully. I saw her look like she was about to faint from crying and couldn’t bear it, so I…” Xu Yangyang stopped at the right moment, leaving ample room for He Yuli’s imagination.

He Yuli’s eyelids twitched. “So you hugged her?” she said through gritted teeth, her eyes nearly spitting fire. Though reluctant, Xu Yangyang slowly nodded. “Mhm, just for a bit.”

Just? For a bit? Listen to that—is that even human speech?

He Yuli wanted to bring up their contract again, but looking at Xu Yangyang’s “dead pig not afraid of boiling water” expression, she held back. If the other woman actually listened, why would she have had to keep bringing it up in the past? She was just taking advantage of the fact that He Yuli couldn’t find a substitute who looked more like her beloved. She was fearless and acted spoiled because she was favored.

He Yuli was unhappy. A surge of rage was suppressed in her chest, unable to be pushed down or vented. Finally, she gave Xu Yangyang a silent look and walked right past her. Out of sight, out of mind. She’d be driven to an early grave by this rebellious substitute eventually.

He Yuli’s lack of an outburst was within Xu Yangyang’s expectations. Seeing He Yuli go to shower, Xu Yangyang’s eyes darted around, and she immediately changed direction to enter her walk-in closet. She picked through piles of designer brands and finally chose a sexy nightgown. After quickly changing, she turned off the lights in the room and waited for He Yuli to finish and come in.

He Yuli lingered in the bathroom for over half an hour. The thought of ending things with the substitute—which had been suppressed—began to rise uncontrollably again. It wasn’t that she couldn’t live without Xu Yangyang; keeping her was only to satisfy the longing in her heart. He Yuli liked an obedient substitute who would imitate the “White Moonlight” according to her wishes, not someone like Xu Yangyang who repeatedly made her unhappy. If she kept tolerating this, wouldn’t she be making herself suffer?

After a period of wavering, He Yuli prepared to talk things out with Xu Yangyang. She wouldn’t hold it against her for using her allowance to “poverty-alleviate” other women. But today, Xu Yangyang had hugged another woman, and He Yuli absolutely could not tolerate that. She had a “mental obsession with cleanliness”; she couldn’t stand her lover being half-hearted or unfaithful. Just thinking about Ye Zhizhi’s perfume lingering on Xu Yangyang made her crazy with rage.

Her footsteps grew unconsciously hurried. With a cold face, He Yuli gripped the doorknob and pushed open the bedroom door. It was pitch black inside, with only a sliver of light from behind her slanting in. He Yuli stopped, suspicious. Asleep? Even if she was asleep, she had to get up and hear the breakup announcement clearly.

Setting her resolve, He Yuli strode in. But before she could take two steps, a soft, fragrant body in flimsy clothing filled her arms. Her fingertips touched smooth, tender skin that carried a slight heat. Her breathing suddenly quickened.

Doing this?

He Yuli looked down. Through the light from the doorway, she quickly saw the scene before her. She had to admit, there was indeed capital for temptation. He Yuli swallowed hard. Before she could think further, she was pulled by her clothes onto the bed by Xu Yangyang. Then, the other woman proactively leaned in, giving He Yuli no chance to struggle or refuse. Everything happened naturally.

He Yuli’s mind was blank; this was already the third time today. She instinctively wanted to move but was firmly suppressed by Xu Yangyang, unable to break free. Helpless, He Yuli had to give up. Fine—when delicious meat is delivered to your mouth, who could really bear to ignore or push it away?

He Yuli quickly reclaimed the lead. She worked very hard. After the extreme pleasure, her agitated and angry mood began to settle. However, when Xu Yangyang slightly turned her head, that damn scent of Ye Zhizhi’s drifted into He Yuli’s nose again. The calm lake of her heart was stirred once more. Combined with her previous emotions, it nearly pierced through her reason.

I can’t let her off so easily, He Yuli thought, holding her breath. As for how she could punish her right now… He Yuli rolled her eyes and suddenly curled her lips. She would make Xu Yangyang cry and beg her.

Xu Yangyang didn’t know why He Yuli had suddenly become so fierce and aggressive, but it wasn’t a bad thing for her, so she didn’t interrupt. Since she was the one benefiting and enjoying herself, she turned a blind eye. After the pleasant cooperation ended, Xu Yangyang felt incredibly comfortable.

Noticing He Yuli was drenched in sweat and looked somewhat exhausted, she offered a hypocritical compliment: “President He, you were really amazing today.”

He Yuli’s hands were sore, and her legs were sore. Hearing this, she gave Xu Yangyang a cold look for two seconds, then stood up and left without a word.

0357 whispered: “Host, is she angry? Aren’t you going to comfort her?”

“No.” Xu Yangyang rolled over. “She’s just suffered a setback.”

0357 was still confused. Xu Yangyang was in a good mood, so she kindly explained: “He Yuli just didn’t expect that I am also this powerful.”

0357: “.”

He Yuli was indeed a bit set back. She had always been “steady on the fishing terrace” (in control) in that regard, never having been defeated. But today, Xu Yangyang had not only defeated her but had caused her psychological defense to crumble at one point…

He Yuli took a deep breath, having long forgotten the idea of breaking up. Her mind was now filled with the thought of reclaiming her dignity. After a brief rest, she appeared before Xu Yangyang again, commanding her in a manner that brooked no refusal: “Continue. Again!”

He Yuli didn’t believe Xu Yangyang could be that strong. She firmly believed she was just too tired today and thus off her game. “If you don’t agree, there won’t be any more in the future.”

The sheer threatening tone made both 0357 and Xu Yangyang look sideways: “…” Poor skills, big addiction.