Transmigrating into a book and becoming a female supporting character in a sadistic novel

"what happened?"

A male voice familiar to Jiang Qi came, and people at both ends of the corridor began to look over.

élégance Atelier is a design house in Beijing that is ranked high on international lists. It is always packed with customers even in the morning.

The quarrel between Jiang Qi and Tang Xin just now caused quite a stir.

Ji Huan, the main partner of élégance Atelier and also the boss of élégance Atelier, first of all, his own skills and creative ideas are great, but the world has never lacked geniuses, but his path has been extremely smooth, whether it is winning first place in well-known competitions, or participating in film and television makeup that has become a hit, to the establishment of élégance Atelier. Every step he takes is smooth.

It’s not that there weren’t people looking for trouble in the beginning, but everything was calm and nothing happened. Even the troublemakers were never seen again. Most people vaguely guessed that the power behind Ji Huan was not simple, and gradually no one dared to cause trouble for élégance Atelier anymore.

As Ji Huan's fame grew over the years, élégance Atelier also gradually became a high-end club. Needless to say, the people who can come here are of high status and position, and they will not lower their status to cause trouble here.

Therefore, the quarrel between Jiang Qi and Tang Xin was considered a rare event here.

When she heard the rustling noises around her and Ji Huan's voice, Jiang Qi immediately put on a weak demeanor, as if she didn't know Ji Huan was coming. She was the first to speak to the clerk who had just been insulted by her and Tang Xin, saying, "Because I only know Ji Huan as a stylist, that's why I said I wanted to find him. I didn't mean to cause trouble for you." She lowered her head slightly after saying that.

Jiang Qi's gesture of showing weakness gave a person who was feeling extremely depressed an outlet for venting.

Without any time to think or react, emotions took over the brain. The clerk pointed at Jiang Qi and yelled, "You idiot! My lips are almost worn out, and your ears are full of shit, so you can't understand me, right?! I'll say it again, you, meeting Ji Huan? You are not qualified in this life!"

"She's not qualified, and neither are you." Ji Huan's voice lacked the feminine tone that he had deliberately created in the past, and was instead cold and tough.

Ji Huan's voice was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head. The man was stunned for a moment. After he calmed down, a chill surged up his back and a layer of cold sweat oozed out. He turned around stiffly and looked at Ji Huan, stuttering, "Boss."

The biggest taboo at élégance Atelier is to have a conflict with a customer, no matter what the reason is, let alone insulting a customer.

At this time, Ji Huan's face was already ugly, "You don't have to come again."

Ji Huan fired the man on the spot, but the strange thing was that the man didn't make a fuss or argue. He just took a deep breath and nodded to Ji Huan, "Okay," then turned and left.

He walked away calmly and leisurely, which made Jiang Qi, who had been observing him, look at him with a higher opinion.

As the man left, the guests who were watching the excitement were led away by other employees. After the corridor became quiet, Ji Huan approached Jiang Qi and bowed his head to greet her, "Miss Jiang, why are you here?"

Seeing his expression, Jiang Qi gave him a gentle smile and said, "Didn't I just tell you that I came to you, the stylist, to do my styling for me?"

In the quiet private salon filled with the scent of bitter orange, Jiang Qi lay on her back in the custom-made hair-washing chair, the warm and comfortable water washing her hair, and her soft fingertips gently caressed her scalp.

The sound of water flowing at a constant speed can really relax people's nerves.

Tang Xin curled up on the sofa in the rest area and yawned sleepily. There was nothing she could do, she had gotten up too early in the morning.

Ji Huan happened to look up and saw it, and whispered: "Why don't you go to sleep first? Miss Jiang will be here for a while. I'll do yours after I finish her."

Tang Xin's subconscious reaction was to shake her head and refuse, "No need." But her eyes, looking in their direction, were already sleepy and hazy.

"If you are sleepy, just go to sleep peacefully." Jiang Qi said softly while lying down.

Hearing Jiang Qi's voice, Ji Huan paused for a moment, lowered his eyes to see that the other party still had his eyes closed before continuing his actions.

"That's not really necessary, but I have a question, why do I have to let him do it? Can't someone else do it?" Tang Xin complained because she was really bored now.

This time Jiang Qi ignored her. The entire room fell silent with only the sound of running water. No one made a sound or said a word.

After a while, the sound of water stopped, and Ji Huan guided Jiang Qi to stand up and sit in front of a mirror wall. He pulled over a tool cart and took out a hair dryer to help Jiang Qi blow her hair.

The fan in Ji Huan's hand made almost no noise, but the wind was strong enough to make Jiang Qi's thick hair fly in the air.

Jiang Qi looked at her hair in the mirror, which was lifted from behind and fluttered in the wind before falling on her shoulders. The tangled hair was like a web that entangled her, so dense that she couldn't break free or escape. Her thoughts drifted for a moment, and she seemed to have thought of something. Although she was still looking at herself in the mirror, she called out Ji Huan's name.

"Ji Huan." Jiang Qi slightly opened her lips and rolled out these two words with her tongue. Her tone was light, slow and a little sticky, as if she was "tasting" these two words.

The fan in his hand made almost no sound, but Jiang Qi's voice was so soft that Ji Huan was not sure if Jiang Qi was calling him. So he stopped what he was doing, turned off the machine, stood behind Jiang Qi, and looked at her in the mirror.

"Ji Huan, can I ask you a question?" Jiang Qi's expression and tone were serious, and even Tang Xin, who was flipping through a magazine nearby, was attracted to her attention and pricked up her ears to look at them.

"You ask." Ji Huan replied seriously.

"You...why are you here?"

"..."

As soon as Jiang Qi finished speaking, Tang Xin silently lowered her head and continued to flip through the fashion magazine in her hand.

Ji Huan's beautiful face, whose gender was indistinguishable, was now speechless. "Because you two came here to look for me early this morning."

As he spoke, he turned on the fan to increase the air volume and continued with his unfinished work, but the movements of his hands were much more relaxed and casual than before.

Jiang Qi smiled and kept the words to herself, while secretly cursing herself for being stupid.

In fact, what she really wanted to ask was that since she was now in a world made up of a novel, the operation of the world also depended on the hero and heroine. She was just an NPC here, and all her movements, thoughts, deeds and even friendships were already fixed. It was like being locked in a net, unable to break free or escape.

But just a moment ago, she looked at Ji Huan and suddenly discovered a problem, that is, his existence seemed a little 'abrupt'.

Because he's 'useless'.

This world revolves around the perspective of the heroine, that is, Su Muqing's experience. For Su Muqing, she doesn't know Ji Huan at all, and has never even heard of him.

That is useless to Jiang Qi. She doesn't need friends. She only considers interests and values ​​when dealing with people.

And Ji Huan is of no use to Jiang Qi, regardless of his status, ability or value.

But it was such a person who happened to be caught in the eye of the typhoon and had known and interacted with Jiang Qi for so many years.

Could it be that styling her is a necessary condition for his existence?

This is the only reasonable explanation Jiang Qi can come up with at the moment.