Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

Although she didn't get caught in the rain on the way back, the cool breeze along the way should not be underestimated. Not long after returning to the villa, Jiang Xinlian developed a high fever.

When Jiang Chuyu found out, she was lying on the desk with her eyes closed, frowning in endurance, her cheeks flushed with a sickly red.

A cold and fever caused by cold is not a serious illness for others, but Jiang Xinlian's weakened body is unable to deal with it.

A minor cold turned into a severe illness, which developed into a high fever that lasted for several days and quickly consumed her life.

She was so ill that she fell into a coma, so Jiang Chuyu had to take over her affairs temporarily. While he was busy dealing with the project documents, he kept watch over her with concern and prayed that she would be safe.

In the bedroom, Jiang Xinlian lay quietly, her breathing unusually shallow.

While she was half conscious, she seemed to hear Jiang Chuyu's worried mumbling. His warm palm was placed on the back of her cold hand and gently held it, trying to wake her up.

But there was a deeper dream that kept haunting her.

It was memories from the past that turned into dreams, trapping her in the body of a five-year-old.

The five-year-old body was thin, short, sickly, and constantly hungry.

She had a very pretty face, and her green eyes gave her face a mixed-race delicacy. The top management was satisfied with her looks, but not with her eyes.

It's too sharp and too aggressive. Giving such a gift will only cause trouble and it's not pleasing to the eye.

You have to tame her like you would a wild dog, break her bones, pull out her teeth, and make sure she never dares to bark at her master again.

Slapping works, solitary confinement works, starving works, all of which are intimidating enough but won't leave scars.

The director's tactics, which always worked, were ineffective against Jiang Xinlian.

She was very smart and silent, so he had no reason to attack her. He could only find an excuse to lock her up in the confinement cell and let her starve.

After locking the door many times and trying many times, Jiang Xinlian learned how to pry open the door lock and sneak out quietly.

Her empty stomach was burning with hunger, but she endured it, lying on the grass with her small body, and slowly crawling towards the kitchen.

There were so many foods in the kitchen, and she liked sweets the most, like cakes, bread and candies, which could be eaten quickly with just some water.

She tried to stuff a big mouthful of food into her mouth, making her cheeks bulge. She noticed the footsteps passing by the door and hid herself in the corner again.

The greedy and stealthy look is like a sneaky mouse, shameful and not presentable.

But it doesn't matter, she won't be a mouse forever, definitely...

"Cough cough..."

Jiang Xinlian opened her eyes, covered her chest and coughed a few times, then half-supported herself and sat up.

There was no one else in the room. There was a chair next to the bed, and it seemed that someone was watching over her.

There was a crack in the door, and faint light came in through the gap, along with the sound of unclear conversation outside the door.

She struggled to get out of bed, staggered into the bathroom, and washed her face in slow motion.

The cold water gave her a start and made her more sober.

Jiang Xinlian leaned on the sink, looking at herself in the mirror through wet eyelashes.

Delicate facial features, black curly hair, small face, an appearance that has not changed in four years. In a trance, Jiang Xinlian in the mirror raised her hand, pointed her slender fingers on the mirror, and drew a smiling face with three strokes.

To be precise, it was 17-year-old Jiang Xinlian.

At that time, I had just broken free from the mud with my own ability and had my own place to live. For the first time, I felt something like joy in the emotions that had been missing for many years.

She casually drew a smiling face on the mirror, and the smile on her lips was confident and happy.

"I can do it."

She said, her green eyes flashing with an undying fire.

The simple smiling face left on the glass, as the water vapor accumulated, gradually left tear-like water marks, extinguishing the flames.

…………

"boom--"

There was a noise without any warning, accompanied by a shattering sound. Jiang Chuyu, who was on the phone, was startled and quickly hung up the phone and shouted anxiously:

"Xin Lian!"

She rushed into the room and saw no one on the bed. She looked around and saw a figure in the bathroom, so she immediately walked over quickly.

"What's that sound? Xin Lian, are you okay, ah"

She looked at the broken mirror pieces on the floor, and stared blankly at Jiang Xinlian who was leaning on the sink and breathing rapidly.

The words were stuck in her throat, and she said in a bitter tone: "Xin Lian, you, you don't have to be sad."

There were signs of cracks in the ice, but she didn't know what to say except dry comfort.

"Sorry, I accidentally broke the mirror."

Jiang Xinlian stood up, looking as if nothing had happened, walked around her and sat beside the bed, and said directly:

"Did anything happen during the time I was asleep?"

Jiang Chuyu took a deep breath, suppressed all his emotions, and said without wasting time:

"Everything is fine here. A big incident did happen in the family. The director who was locked in the confessional stabbed the "priest" and escaped."

Jiang Xinlian blinked and repeated, "You said that the director stabbed the "priest" and then ran away?"

Jiang Chuyu nodded in affirmation: "Yes, the top management is very angry. They have been looking for the director these days, but to no avail."

"……what?"

Jiang Xinlian raised her eyebrows, her expression becoming more lively: "When did it happen?"

"It was in the early morning five days ago."

In the early morning of five days ago, if you calculate the time, wasn't it just a few hours after she left the church?

Damn, what the hell was that thing she killed?

No, no, no, she couldn't have mistaken the director. She was 100% sure that the director had died in front of her.

So the problem lies with the other party.

She pondered for a moment and asked, "Why is the "priest" still there in the early morning?"

"It was the director who deliberately delayed the time for confession until the early morning, taking advantage of the "priest"'s mental slackness."

It's a lie. The director has disappeared at this time. The only one who can tell such a lie is the "priest". He is lying.

But why?

Jiang Xinlian was originally prepared to be suspected, but since she was such a useful tool, the family would not be willing to give up on her for the time being, so there was no need to worry too much.

But Ji Jiuxu's words helped her invisibly and cleared her of suspicion.

and……

Jiang Xinlian frowned. Could it be that Ji Jiuxu saw everything?

If it was as she thought, after she left the church, Ji Jiuxu returned to the confessional to clean up the large amount of bloodstains, and then found a place to hide the director's body and forge traces of the director's hasty escape.

Finally, he stabbed himself and sought help from someone, which took about a few hours.

So Ji Jiuxu did this...

Jiang Xinlian held her face in her hands and thought, and came to an unreliable conclusion:

Does he also have a grudge against the director?