The Beautiful Female Supporting Character is Flirtatious and Amorous [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 41

Chapter 41: My Wife is Obsessed with Her White Moonlight, and So Am I (3)

“It’s too late.” Xu Yangyang blinked, refusing her with an innocent and tactful face. “President He, do you want to see what time it is? Don’t you have to go to work tomorrow?”

The back-and-forth between them had indeed consumed a lot of time, though He Yuli hadn’t paid attention to the specifics. Now, reminded by Xu Yangyang, He Yuli couldn’t help but pick up her phone to check—2:28 AM? Her pupils shook. It’s been that long?!

Disbelief flickered in He Yuli’s cold, glamorous eyes. She looked up blankly, her gaze colliding with Xu Yangyang’s. The latter wore a faint smile and nodded.

“President He, you aren’t seeing things.” Xu Yangyang bit her lip weakly. “It’s already the middle of the night.”

Just moments ago, the little substitute had been arrogant enough to defy the heavens, yet in the blink of an eye, she had transformed into a completely different person—overflowing with “tea-flavored” (manipulative/innocent) energy. He Yuli’s eyelid twitched violently.

“Why don’t we just go to sleep? I’m tired.” Xu Yangyang took the opportunity to lie down, sprawling on the bed and refusing to move.

He Yuli instinctively opened her mouth to mock her: “What are you tired for? You didn’t even put in any effort…” Halfway through, He Yuli tactfully shut her mouth. She felt a breath stuck in her throat—she couldn’t exhale it, nor could she swallow it. It was incredibly stifling.

Xu Yangyang simply smiled and didn’t argue.

He Yuli couldn’t out-talk her, and she couldn’t out-perform her. Finally, she lay down in a huff, turning her back to Xu Yangyang. She didn’t want to see her face for a while. I need to find an excuse to stay somewhere else for a few days, He Yuli thought with her eyes closed.

Coincidentally, Xu Yangyang was thinking about her “sister” from another father and mother. She proactively applied: “President He, I need to go home this weekend.” When He Yuli didn’t respond, Xu Yangyang said in a soft, thin voice: “A family dinner.”

A family dinner wasn’t a big issue; He Yuli agreed readily. She even kindly added a sum to Xu Yangyang’s allowance, saying coldly: “Take it and spend it. Don’t wrong yourself, lest people find out about our relationship and call me a stingy iron rooster.”

Xu Yangyang looked at the seven-figure transfer on her phone. In the darkness, her smile became much more sincere and radiant. “Thank you, President He. You pamper me the most.”

She suddenly leaned over, her soft body pressing against He Yuli’s back. He Yuli’s nose caught a faint, milk-like sweet scent. The sudden, unfamiliar physical contact made her muscles freeze up.

Usually, He Yuli and Xie Ning only “did business,” and sometimes not even that—they simply existed in the same space. Though under the same roof, they were less than strangers. Xie Ning had built high walls around her heart, rejecting any possibility of He Yuli entering. He Yuli, resentful of her cold attitude, had become increasingly unwilling to bother with her, tired of pressing her “warm face against a cold butt.” Plus, discovering the matter between Xie Ning and Ye Zhizhi had only deepened her dissatisfaction.

As uncomfortable as she was, He Yuli didn’t forget to give a warning. “You are not allowed to transfer money to Ye Zhizhi again, or we break up. Xie Ning, this is the last chance I’m giving you.”

He Yuli rarely turned back to face Xu Yangyang directly. In the dark, Xu Yangyang couldn’t see her facial features clearly, but she could feel the other’s slightly rapid, hot breath fueled by anger.

Xu Yangyang suddenly smiled and gently agreed, “Okay, I’ll remember.”

He Yuli’s explosive mood was instantly stifled by Xu Yangyang’s softness. She held her breath, her sharp eyes staring at Xu Yangyang for a long time before she finally snorted. “You’d better.”

Currently, He Yuli didn’t know that Ke Zhao was her cross-dressing “White Moonlight,” but even so, she strongly disliked Ye Zhizhi. Xu Yangyang drifted off into thought—was this the so-called “woman’s intuition”?

Shaking her head inwardly, Xu Yangyang retracted her thoughts. She then smilingly reached into He Yuli’s clothes, her long, slender fingers greedily tracing the other’s firm core for a good while. Touched by that soft hand, He Yuli felt a weak electric current sweep through her body. She instinctively wanted to shiver but forced herself to endure it.

Grabbing Xu Yangyang’s restless hand, He Yuli spoke through gritted teeth: “Sleep.”

Xu Yangyang didn’t feel any regret being stopped. Hearing the command, she obediently snuggled closer, wrapping herself in He Yuli’s arms. “Okay, nighty-night.”

As soon as she spoke, her breathing quickly became rhythmic.

He Yuli stared into space for a long time. “…” She’s already asleep?

She had a thousand things to say, but ultimately couldn’t withstand the exhaustion of a night’s exertion. Finally, she followed suit, closing her eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

The next day, He Yuli got up before dawn. Whether she went to the company early to work or to hide from Xu Yangyang, Xu Yangyang wasn’t sure.

Xu Yangyang slept until 3 PM. She stretched luxuriously on the bed, loosening her sore body before leisurely getting up to contact Ye Zhizhi: “Sis, are you busy? Want to go shopping?”

When Ye Zhizhi saw her screen light up, she instantly used FaceID to open WeChat. Seeing it was a message from Xu Yangyang, she looked disappointed and instinctively went to refuse. But on second thought, she agreed. She’s proactively seeking a reconciliation.

Ye Zhizhi looked at the text with a smirk. Having lived with her for so many years, she knew this sister’s personality all too well. Because of a lack of family and affection, Xie Ning hadn’t known how to express her feelings since childhood. She subconsciously resisted all intimate relationships; if Ye Zhizhi hadn’t been so calculating and spent so much effort, she would have been categorized as “unapproachable” like everyone else. In Ye Zhizhi’s experience, as long as this “cheap” sister was willing to bow her head, there was room for maneuver.

“Okay, I’m at home now. I need to get ready.” Ye Zhizhi calculated her prep and makeup time. “Meet at 5:30, okay?”

Xu Yangyang had no objections.

As she brushed her teeth, Xu Yangyang communicated with the system: “Just thinking about seeing Sister soon makes me so happy, so excited—”

0357: “?” It was hesitant. Was Ye Zhizhi really that attractive? “Host, do you actually like this ‘sickly’ style?” 0357 scratched its head. “But she’s straight. Not only does she have a boyfriend, she’s going to marry a man and have kids in the future.”

Xu Yangyang didn’t care. “I know. Makes it even better.”

0357: “…”

It was dazed for a long time before it finally had a flash of inspiration—the host was clearly messing with it. The host already had He Yuli; how could she possibly go around “messing with flowers” and getting tangled up with Ye Zhizhi, who was destined to be someone’s wife? The more 0357 thought about it, the more sense it made. So, it shut its mouth tightly, refusing to be Xu Yangyang’s entertainment.

Finding no response, Xu Yangyang felt bored and shut up as well.

Arriving at the meeting point on time, Xu Yangyang looked at Ye Zhizhi, who was dressed in a white skirt, looking frail and harmless. She walked over involuntarily. “Sis.” After calling out, and before Ye Zhizhi was prepared, she added a compliment: “You look so beautiful today.”

Ye Zhizhi’s gentle expression stiffened. Xu Yangyang’s tone reminded her of that annoying, playful remark: “You smell so good.” Although she suspected the other was retaliating for her previous pushiness, Ye Zhizhi still felt uncomfortable.

“Ningning too.” Ye Zhizhi forced a smile, hiding a deep jealousy. “Ningning is getting more and more beautiful.” She chuckled, attacking patronizingly: “Listen to me—if Ningning wasn’t good-looking, she wouldn’t be with President He.”

The original host hadn’t told Ye Zhizhi the true reason she was with He Yuli. When Ye Zhizhi first learned the news, the fire of jealousy nearly burned away her reason. Why Xie Ning? Why does she get to be with someone as high-up as He Yuli? I’m clearly much prettier than her!

Ye Zhizhi was angry and unwilling. Obsessed with surpassing Xie Ning, she had hurriedly hooked up with Ke Zhao, successfully ousting his then-girlfriend. Ke Zhao wasn’t her first choice, but of all her targets, he was the only easy one to snag. So, despite her inner disdain, she established a relationship with him quickly and announced it publicly, all to draw the spotlight away from her sister.

The move worked. Because of Ke Zhao, she instantly became the focus of attention. Ke Zhao was a “useless” second-generation rich kid, but the Ke family had deep roots and strength. If she could marry in, the rest of her life would be worry-free. Bitter days in childhood made Ye Zhizhi very pragmatic: she could marry an ugly man, but absolutely not a poor one. Thus, for the past two years, she used every trick in the book to keep Ke Zhao’s heart, becoming his longest-lasting girlfriend.

Ye Zhizhi had been feeling smug, but seeing Xu Yangyang now—nourished by He Yuli, looking healthy and pampered—her newly stabilized heart felt unbalanced again. How is she so lucky? She meets the beautiful and wealthy He Yuli as soon as she enters society and doesn’t have to worry about a thing. Unlike herself, who has to calculate and fight for everything she wants.

There were too many women around Ke Zhao—so many she felt tired and annoyed, often wondering if it was worth it. Did she really want to waste her prime years on a useless playboy? But as logic returned, a bitter smile tugged at her lips. What other choice do I have? Her mother had a new family and ignored her. Her father was weak and incompetent; if not for clinging to CEO Xie, he probably couldn’t even afford her tuition. Aside from hiding under their stepmother’s wing, what other way out was there?

Ye Zhizhi’s mood was visibly off. Xu Yangyang looked up to meet her gaze and smiled sweetly. “But in my heart, the most important person is always you alone.” She reached out to hold Ye Zhizhi’s cold palm. “I’m just ‘acting’ with He Yuli. With you, it’s true feelings, Sister. So Sister, don’t be angry anymore.” Xu Yangyang coaxed her with practiced ease.

Ye Zhizhi was stunned, her face turning weird. Why does this sound exactly like Ke Zhao’s lines after he makes a mistake? Seriously, even the punctuation is the same. Ye Zhizhi questioned her life.

Since they were out, Ye Zhizhi didn’t want to dwell on annoying things; she was still planning to trick more money out of Xu Yangyang. She suggested: “Let’s go have afternoon tea first, then go shopping, then a late-night snack…” She tried to lead Xu Yangyang toward a restaurant she had already scouted, but despite her pulling, Xu Yangyang stayed put.

Ye Zhizhi looked over in confusion.

Meeting her gaze, Xu Yangyang looked down with an embarrassed expression. “Maybe I should just wait for you to finish eating before I come over.”

“?” Ye Zhizhi was shocked. “You’re not coming with me?”

Xu Yangyang’s expression grew even more awkward. Her head hung low, her voice tiny as a mosquito: “Mhm.” Then, as if afraid Ye Zhizhi would misunderstand, she explained: “I’m sorry, I have no money left…”

She bit her lip and lowered her head further, as if trying to hide her predicament. Ye Zhizhi was stunned by this rare sight and asked instinctively: “Where is your money?”

After asking, there was no reply for a long time. Ye Zhizhi was about to get angry when she remembered—the other had mentioned that He Yuli was unhappy because of her. And the reason was that she had used all her allowance to help Ye Zhizhi.

Ye Zhizhi’s “black heart” felt a rare moment of embarrassment. Being sensitive and intelligent, she naturally understood that Xu Yangyang’s position with He Yuli was identical to hers with Ke Zhao. She was skilled at playing people and knew not to shear the sheep too bald. She gritted her teeth. “It’s fine. My treat.”

It was only a few hundred yuan. Once He Yuli stopped being angry and gave her money again, her “investment” would be repaid. This “kid” was sentimental; since she had been so good to her in the past, she’d surely think of her first once she had savings again. The thought flashed through her mind, and she no longer felt as pained about her nearly maxed-out credit card. After all, “you can’t catch the wolf if you won’t part with the child.”

Xu Yangyang’s eyelashes remained down, hiding the flickering light in her eyes. Hearing Ye Zhizhi offer to pay, she looked up with feigned joy. “Sister, really?”

“Really,” Ye Zhizhi replied, somewhat annoyed. Because Xu Yangyang’s face was so vivid and joyful—a rare sight—Ye Zhizhi’s face also showed a rare, sincere smile. “Alright, let’s go. If we delay further, our dinner really will become a late-night snack.”

“Mhm!” Xu Yangyang replied lively, taking the opportunity to tightly link arms with Ye Zhizhi.

She didn’t know what shampoo Ye Zhizhi used, but she smelled wonderful, making Xu Yangyang want to lean in and sniff her constantly. Initially, Ye Zhizhi didn’t notice, but as Xu Yangyang’s actions became more frequent, she suddenly realized. My sister is having an ‘episode’ again!

Ye Zhizhi’s mind was in a mess. She inconspicuously created distance and began to zone out. What exactly does she mean? Is she trying to disgust me? Or has she quietly developed feelings that shouldn’t exist? This is deadly! At the latter possibility, Ye Zhizhi touched the goosebumps on her skin, feeling a faint nausea.

Ye Zhizhi didn’t like women at all. To her, all women were competitors. She wanted to stomp on every other female until they were jealous of her. Seeing other women’s jealous gazes made her happy, as if she had won a battle. No charming, successful woman could attract her, let alone this “unripe” little girl.

Ye Zhizhi’s face twisted slightly. Although she wanted to deny her guess, the way the other woman looked at her occasionally—was definitely not “innocent.” She fell into distress. She wanted benefits from Xu Yangyang, but she didn’t want to pay with her body! Moreover, they were sisters (technically). If the parents found out, they’d break their legs.

After some wild thoughts, Ye Zhizhi decided to set things straight. She opened her mouth to tactfully refuse her, but Xu Yangyang asked with concern: “Sis, are you cold?” Ye Zhizhi blinked blankly as Xu Yangyang pointed at her goosebumps. “The hair on your arms is standing up. Wow, so straight!”

Ye Zhizhi: “…” Her face twisted for a moment. It took a while to suppress her anger. She lost her appetite for tea. After taking a few perfunctory photos of each other, she dragged Xu Yangyang to shop.

This time, Xu Yangyang didn’t refuse. She proactively followed Ye Zhizhi, holding up clothes she liked against her. “Sis, you look so good in this. It’ll definitely drive that kid Ke Zhao crazy—eight times in one night!”

Her language was crude. Ye Zhizhi’s face turned slightly red, and she glared at her. “Keep your voice down! There are so many people, what nonsense are you saying?”

“I’m not wrong.” Xu Yangyang used her “three-inch glib tongue” to praise Ye Zhizhi until the latter was dizzy, eventually buying three to five sets of sexy dresses for both herself and Xu Yangyang.

Xu Yangyang carried the shopping bags with an even brighter smile. 0357 looked at its host, feeling she was becoming increasingly “black-bellied,” playing Ye Zhizhi like a dog in the palm of her hand. Yet Ye Zhizhi was oblivious, even asking anxiously when they parted: “Ningning, if I wear this tonight… do you think Ke Shao will really be interested?”

“Absolutely,” Xu Yangyang replied without hesitation, her deep eyes gazed fixedly into Ye Zhizhi’s. “I’m not lying. Even He Yuli couldn’t hold back. Last night I did this, and she just lost control.”

Though still a bit anxious, Ye Zhizhi felt better. She nodded solemnly. “Fine, I’ll believe you once.”

“It’s okay, Sis. As long as you grab his heart, the title of Mrs. Ke will be yours. Just…” Xu Yangyang hesitated for a moment under Ye Zhizhi’s confused gaze, then said piteously: “Just thinking about you throwing yourself into the arms of an ugly man makes my heart ache. Why don’t you break up with him? Whatever you want, Sis, I can satisfy you.” She spoke with a serious face.

Ye Zhizhi’s eyelids jumped wildly. Whatever I want can be satisfied? What kind of dream is she talking? Her gaze drifted obscurely below Xu Yangyang’s abdomen before she sharply cut her thoughts off. She was almost led astray.

“Alright, alright, it’s late, go back quickly.” Ye Zhizhi turned and fled in embarrassment, afraid Xu Yangyang would say something even more shocking. Being targeted by one’s sister… this is a real headache. I don’t want this kind of obsessive, twisted sisterly love at all!

Xu Yangyang watched her flee and returned to the manor in a good mood with three sets of new clothes. He Yuli wasn’t home yet, so she showered and changed into pajamas, curled up on the sofa waiting for the other’s return for dinner.

Around 11 PM, she heard footsteps at the door. Her eyes lit up; she bounced off the sofa and twirled in front of He Yuli like a butterfly. “How is it? Does it look good?”

He Yuli’s gaze darkened. She’s seducing me again. “It looks good,” she replied casually, preparing to walk away.

Xu Yangyang smiled and continued: “My sister bought it for me.” Her tone was light, the end of the sentence trailing upward—clearly, she was in a great mood.

He Yuli paused, her sharp gaze shooting over. “You met Ye Zhizhi again?”

“Mhm. I hadn’t visited her since her miscarriage, so we met for tea.” After explaining, seeing He Yuli’s face grow dark, Xu Yangyang stood on tiptoe to proactively kiss her, then burrowed into her arms, hugging her waist. “Aside from that, we didn’t do anything.”

He Yuli’s displeased expression remained unchanged as she stared at Xu Yangyang.

Xu Yangyang arched an eyebrow and finally lost her patience. “What are you acting for? You like it when I wear this too, don’t you? I don’t know who was so impatient last night. Besides, don’t you find it exciting that I’m kissing you while wearing clothes another woman bought for me?”

Xu Yangyang snorted, her face full of annoyance at He Yuli’s hypocrisy and refusal to admit the truth. That disdainful look was as if she had seen right through He Yuli’s true nature.

He Yuli: “…” Shut up! You talk too much!