Transmigrated into a vicious female supporting role, reborn as a hostage to the paranoid male protag

Chu Xingchen had never seen her cry like this before. He didn't even have time to wipe her tears. In an instant, her eyes were filled with tears.

"Sister..." Chu Xingchen was a little flustered. He didn't understand why she suddenly started crying like this after taking a bite of the bun.

The pear blossoms were wet with rain, and tears were falling in Xiaoxiang, which made him feel distressed.

"Sister..." Chu Xingchen looked at her, holding an embroidered handkerchief in his hand and wiping away her tears.

But Su Yingxue suddenly became like a hedgehog. She resisted his touch very much. Before his hand holding the embroidered handkerchief touched her tears, she waved it away.

Su Yingxue covered her face, returned to the inner room with tears in her eyes, and lay down on the bed with tears in her eyes.

"Sister..." Chu Xingchen wanted to call her.

But he heard her crying voice telling him, "Chu Xingchen, please go out. I want to be alone and quiet."

Su Yingxue lay on the bed crying. She didn't know why the buns made by the cook in this other world tasted like her mother's.

She didn't know how long she would stay in this cage.

This villa outside the capital and the Changgong Palace are like a cage, and isn’t this other world also a cage?

Could it be that this alien world did not trap Zhang Susu's soul, did not imprison the freedom in her heart, and did not use the so-called alien world system strategy tasks to force her to do things she did not want to do?

She was like a piece of tofu, easily squeezed by anyone. Chu Xingchen wanted to trap her, so he drew a circle around her to make her his prison. The Space-Time Planning Bureau asked her to complete a strategy mission to capture Mo Yunsheng, so she had to honestly and meticulously put in the effort to capture Mo Yunsheng.

No one cared about what she wanted, and nothing went her way.

Su Yingxue felt helpless.

She hasn't seen her target for a long time, and she doesn't know if she can complete the mission and leave the modern world.

She didn't want to provoke Chu Xingchen, nor did she want to hurt him. But now, she felt like she was walking in the fog, with no way forward, crossing the river by feeling the stones.

Su Yingxue cried for a long time, and finally wiped away her tears. The inner room was already empty. She returned to the elegant table, where cold bowls of food were placed. She said nothing, with red eyes, and ate the cold buns one bite after another.

She ate the whole thing, she couldn't bear to leave her mother's taste. She didn't know if her mother missed her after the car accident, but she missed them so much.

Chu Xing stood outside the house silently. The winter wind was biting, but his heart was cold.

She called him out of the door, and on such a cold winter night, he stood in the cold winter wind behind a wooden door.

Just like many years ago, Chu Xingchen lived in the cold palace of Da Qi. Because he did not finish cleaning the toilet on a freezing winter night, the eunuch whipped his back with a whip, cursing at him, thinking that it was all his fault that he had to come out to supervise in such a cold day.

How old was he then?

Chu Xingchen didn't remember. He was just a little boy. Poor him, his hands and feet were covered with frostbite. He had no thick clothes, only thin clothes.

Because it was too cold, he sewed two pieces of clothing together and filled them with sand, because he was not worthy of a cotton coat or quilt.

When he finished washing the last bucket in the pool with broken ice floating in it, he finally staggered to his feet, with bloody wounds behind him. He endured the pain and the numbness in his legs, stood up and walked to another clean bucket, washing his hands bit by bit.

Chu Xingchen's eyes were cold. He had no plasters, and no one cared if he lived or died. That winter night was truly cold, the wind biting his bones. He endured the pain and walked step by step into the house. There was no charcoal fire, no quilt, so he wrapped himself in layers of clothes and the thin winter quilt.

At that time, his forehead was burning hot. He dreamed of his mother, the mother who had never been looked at by the Emperor of Da Qi. He dreamed that she came to pick him up.

Chu Xingchen just stood at the door, waiting for her to finish crying and eating the cold buns.

He felt that his eldest princess was so delicate, like a flower in a greenhouse, she would cry even if she ate a bun.

Chu Xingchen was silent in her heart. How could she know the hardships she had experienced over the years?

What exactly are tears? Chu Xingchen seemed to never cry. Because he always knew that tears could not solve any problems.

Because he knew that in his situation, even if his tears dried up, those who beat him would only laugh more wildly and beat him more fiercely. They took pleasure in torturing him.

Her Poppy was just being pampered by him in that villa, but she couldn't bear it and she felt wronged.

But from childhood to adulthood, he had never even lived a few days of the pampered life that she was enjoying recently.

Even before he had his own power, he had never had a full meal.

Maybe this is the difference in fate.

Su Yingxue was born to have a life of luxury, but he was a drifting duckweed in the wind and rain, a life of licking blood on the edge of a knife and carrying wounds from the sword.

Chu Xingchen just stood there, silent, behind a wooden door. He was dressed in black, and it seemed as if his entire body had melted into the coldness of the night, as if he was the night.

Su Yingxue finally calmed down. She wanted to find Ziyun Ziyan to clean up the table. She opened the door and saw Chu Xingchen standing outside the house. He was so cold that his face was pale and his lips were purple.

The young man saw her coming out, forced a smile, and called softly, "Sister..."

Su Yingxue didn't expect that the person in front of her would be so stupid.

She asked him to leave, and he just stood outside the house waiting for her in his thin clothes.

"Chu Xingchen, are you stupid?" Su Yingxue felt an indescribable bitterness in her heart, as well as an indescribable sense of heartache and self-blame. She reached out to touch the boy's hand, but it was icy cold, like black ice.

She was a little angry, angry that he didn't take care of his body.

But Su Yingxue felt more guilty, guilty that she had vented all her negative emotions on the boy.

But the boy was innocent, he just fell in love with her. Considering everything in the original novel, she owed the boy.

Now, isn't she treating him like this because she is relying on his deep and hidden love for her?

Su Yingxue's eyes were red. She grabbed the boy's hand and pulled him into the inner room where a blazing charcoal fire was burning.

She pulled Chu Xingchen to sit by the charcoal fire and went to close the wooden door. She also took a thick cloak from the wardrobe and put it on him tightly, wrapping him up very tightly.

After she finished all this, she stood up again and asked Ziyan Ziyun to bring the boiled tea and put it in front of Chu Xingchen. With an awkward face, she said to him unhappily, "Chu Xingchen, are you stupid?"

"It's so cold, don't you know to go back to the house?"

"I told you to leave, and you just stood there waiting at the door?"

"Are you stupid, or are you stupid, you won't go to the study, you won't go anywhere else, you're just standing there waiting at the door!"

"What if...what if...what if you catch a cold?"

"What if you get frozen?"

Su Yingxue looked at Chu Xingchen. Perhaps she didn't even realize that she cared about him so much.

"Sister," Chu Xingchen heard the words. He was scolded by her, but he was not angry. Instead, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said in a hoarse and sexy voice, "Sister, it turns out that you care about me too."