The Seductive Beauty Breaks the Insecure Bottom Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

He was clearly the victim here, wasn’t he? Song Mingjiao intended to see exactly who was being so unreasonable. He looked up.

Oh, it’s the Male Lead. Never mind then.

Song Mingjiao inconspicuously brushed off Mo Qinan’s hand. “What did you pull me in here for? Aren’t you afraid someone will discover our relationship at a time like this?”

Mo Qinan seemed to notice his own loss of composure and reverted to his usual cold demeanor. He said, “This is a dressing room; I’ve checked, and there’s no one else here.”

“I told you long ago, we can’t come into the light yet. You didn’t even cover your face what if one of my sasaeng fans sneaks backstage and discovers our relationship? I’m currently on the rise, and the impact would be bad. Mingjiao, stop throwing a tantrum.”

Song Mingjiao didn’t know where this man got the words “throwing a tantrum” from, but right now, the noisy System in his head was more important.

Host! A grand opportunity has arrived! Quickly maintain your ‘inferiority complex’ persona! Grab the Male Lead’s hand and tell him you just love him too much, that your whole body aches with longing after being away from him for even a minute! Then, the Male Lead will look at your clingy behavior with utter disdain, shake off your hand, and leave! Say it! This roleplay act will grant you 100 points!

The moment Song Mingjiao imagined those words coming out of his mouth, he nearly broke out in goosebumps.

No way. He was allergic to being self-deprecating; he couldn’t say it.

Therefore, Song Mingjiao instead pulled his hand away from Mo Qinan again, lifted his face, and said with a beaming smile, “Alright.”

This man had no sense of proportion; he had left a red ring around Song Mingjiao’s wrist. Against his originally fair skin, it looked particularly striking. Song Mingjiao looked at the mark and felt a bit annoyed, causing a hint of coldness to flicker in his eyes.

“Then you should leave quickly. If some paparazzi actually climbs over the wall and sees us, it’s none of my business.”

“What?” Mo Qinan seemingly hadn’t expected Song Mingjiao to be so agreeable this time. All along, Song Mingjiao had desperately wanted to go public with their relationship.

But in Mo Qinan’s view, a relationship with the President of an entertainment company would only stifle his acting career. Everyone would assume he was pushed to the top by the benefactor behind him, and no one would care about his own hard work anymore.

Mo Qinan hated that feeling. So, even though he was with Song Mingjiao, he always kept him at arm’s length, forcing the other to coax and accommodate him.

Usually, Song Mingjiao would look at him aggrievedly and humbly apologize. Mo Qinan enjoyed that feeling; he loved seeing those beautiful eyes fill with tears because of him.

Only at those moments was Song Mingjiao not the high-and-mighty President. Mo Qinan always derived a secret pleasure from it.

But this time, Song Mingjiao’s reaction made Mo Qinan feel as though something had changed.

He frowned but eventually said, “It’s good that you know what’s important. Don’t just show up at award ceremonies to find me next time or film sets either. Once, the director almost grew suspicious.”

“Sure.” Song Mingjiao’s smile remained unchanged as he nodded again, offering no conflict whatsoever, looking like the most sensible “secret partner” possible.

Mo Qinan looked like he wanted to say more, but his manager had already called several times to urge him. Finally, he wanted to pinch Song Mingjiao’s face before leaving, but Song Mingjiao tilted his head and dodged it.

Mo Qinan looked at his rejected hand in disbelief, then immediately darkened his face and left without a backward glance.

Song Mingjiao, naturally, had no interest in being Mo Qinan’s “pining wife.” He felt that one thing Mo Qinan said earlier was quite right.

As a lover, one must have the self-awareness to stay out of the light; otherwise, one might actually start thinking they’re a big deal.

Once Mo Qinan finally left, the System sounded as if it were fainting from anger, speaking gloomily inside Song Mingjiao’s head.

What on earth were you doing just now?! Where is the ‘inferiority complex’ persona you were supposed to play? You’ve completely broken character!

Song Mingjiao was still looking at his injured wrist. It was a bit red; his skin showed bruises easily.

Looking at his wrist, which appeared as if it had been bullied, Song Mingjiao replied absentmindedly, “System, you’re really wronging me here. Was I not submissive and compliant enough? I agreed to everything the Male Lead said.”

But the System wasn’t as easily fooled this time. That cold, mechanical voice whirred in Song Mingjiao’s head before delivering the verdict.

Detected: Host has deviated from the ‘inferiority complex’ persona. Deducting 50 points. Host’s remaining points: -40. Administering punishment. Punishment initiating.

Song Mingjiao covered the injury on his wrist with his sleeve, smiled, and said, “Oh, you guys even have punishment methods? Mmh ”

Before Song Mingjiao could finish, a surge of electric current erupted from inside his body. The intense pain made him let out an involuntary muffled groan, and his arms began to tremble uncontrollably.

But he was still smiling. In fact, his smile grew even more radiant, yet the curve of his lips held a sense of inexplicable coldness. He bit his lip twice with his snowy-white teeth, finally panting out, “So it’s electric shocks. How unoriginal, System.”

The System didn’t speak again. A second later, a doubled current tore through Song Mingjiao’s body, causing a mist to rise in his eyes. He subconsciously staggered a few steps and propped himself up against a nearby mirror.

In that instant, when he saw the reflection of this body, Song Mingjiao couldn’t even bother with the pain. It was a face of exquisite beauty every feature seemed meticulously carved. There was a small red mole at the corner of his eye that was hard to notice unless one looked closely. His lips were bright red, glistening slightly from being bitten just now.

He touched himself in the mirror, somewhat dazed. “This face… this is my own body? Then what about the original owner?”

Before your arrival, this identity was merely a string of data.

Song Mingjiao finally understood the truth. Before a lucky guy well, an unlucky guy like him was forcibly pulled in to take over the mission, this character wasn’t even allowed to have its own consciousness? Truly a total tool for the Male Lead.

He withdrew his hand, which was still trembling slightly from the shock, and let out a low laugh. His shadow and the reflection in the mirror overlapped.

What are you laughing at now?! Host, the System reminds you again: if you fail to complete the tasks, your time in this world will be for nothing. In the end, the number of worlds you need to travel through will accumulate infinitely, and the chance to return to your original world will shrink indefinitely. We hope the Host does not treat the tasks with such passivity.

The electric shock finally stopped. Song Mingjiao straightened up and gave a nonchalant “Oh.” “Got it. You’ve said it so much my ears are growing calluses.”

Return to the original world? Song Mingjiao didn’t actually have much of a need for that. On the contrary, he found this so-called “quick-transmigration” world quite interesting. It wouldn’t be bad to just play along.

Therefore, the System’s threats were completely ineffective against him; he didn’t care how many worlds he had to go through.

When Song Mingjiao finished tidying his clothes and stepped out of the dressing room, there was a movement from the innermost stall.

A tall man in a black suit one who clearly looked like he had just come down from the awards podium walked out. He stared at the spot where Song Mingjiao had left, pondered for a moment, and dialed a number.

On the other side.

Song Mingjiao was taken by a private car back to his large suburban villa. He curled up in the soft seat and took a nap, even having a good dream; the System’s electric shock hadn’t affected his rhythm in the slightest.

It couldn’t be helped; such is the life of a vulgar benefactor nothing but endless money and the extraordinary troubles that come with it.

When the luxury car stopped in front of the villa, the butler led the servants out to greet him. A tall bodyguard helped Song Mingjiao out of the car, and then everyone said in unison:

“Welcome home, Young President Song!”

Song Mingjiao thought this display was quite nice. With a wave of his hand, he gave everyone a six-month salary raise. The servants were visibly happier; some even tried to push the bodyguard aside to help Song Mingjiao, but they were blocked by the bodyguard’s darkened face.

Song Mingjiao lamented in his heart: Ah, the evils of capitalism.

The bodyguard’s surname was Li. He was left by Song Mingjiao’s parents specifically to look after him; he was a few years older and knew how to fight.

After entering the villa, the bodyguard hung up Song Mingjiao’s coat with an anxious expression and said, “Young Master, you didn’t take a bodyguard with you when you went out this time. It was too dangerous.”

Song Mingjiao flopped gallantly onto the sofa, grabbed a throw pillow to rest his chin on, turned on the TV, and yawned. “Nothing happened, did it? With you guys following me, I can’t even enjoy window shopping.”

Then he wrinkled his nose, looking at the bodyguard with a hint of dissatisfaction. “I told you not to call me ‘Young Master.’ You must use my professional title when we are out, understand?”

Under that gaze, the bodyguard lowered his head and said, “My apologies, Young Master oh, no, I’ve got it, Young President Song.”

Just then, someone came in hesitantly to report: “Young President Song, Mo Qinan is outside the villa. Should we let him in?”

In the past, Song Mingjiao often brought Mo Qinan back to the villa, but they always arrived together, acting extremely intimate. The people working in the villa were all sharp; seeing Song Mingjiao return alone this time, they had doubts about the boss’s favorite. Instead of letting him in like before, they came to ask for Song Mingjiao’s opinion.

Standing to the side, the bodyguard who had just served Song Mingjiao a dessert from the kitchen immediately tensed up, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Song Mingjiao was eating a bowl of white fungus soup. The porcelain spoon hit the side of the bowl with a crisp clink. He lowered his long eyelashes and said lightly, “I won’t see him.”

With just one sentence from the Benefactor, the gates of this prestigious villa would no longer open for a certain someone.

The bodyguard’s voice was low as he asked, “Did he make you unhappy?”

He had looked after Song Mingjiao for many years and was well aware of Song Mingjiao’s past infatuation. He didn’t know what kind of spell that “shabby celebrity” had cast on the Young President. Relying on their Young President to get to where he was today, yet he still dared to put on airs.

He hadn’t expected Song Mingjiao to change his mind today.

But Song Mingjiao wasn’t thinking about all that. He simply felt that the “peaceful mode” of the entertainment industry was quite nice even the white fungus soup tasted better and he just found dealing with Mo Qinan a bit tiresome.

“Must I see him even when I am happy?”

The bodyguard panicked slightly and finally said, “Of course not. You are the Benefactor; you can do no wrong.”

Song Mingjiao nodded with satisfaction, handed the empty bowl back to the bodyguard, and clapped his hands. “Mm! You’ve got the right attitude!”

Then, he took the opportunity to taunt the silent System in his mind. “Did you hear that, Sys?”

Outside, it had started to rain. As Song Mingjiao hummed a song and went up to the second-floor bedroom to rest, a car remained parked not far from the villa. The rain hammered against the car windows, making a series of dull, rhythmic sounds.

“You’re saying… he personally said he wouldn’t see me?”

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