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

Su Yingxue didn't notice the person beside her calling her. Her mind was full of other plans.

But now, with so many things in her mind and her eyes fixed on the mirror in front of her, how could she have any thoughts on the person beside her?

Chu Xing sat there quietly, his brows lowered, his eyes cold, and it seemed as if the weather had changed in an instant, and endless dark clouds condensed in the depths of his eyes. Even the entire private room seemed to be oppressed by the cold aura around him.

But the person in his eyes was not paying attention to him for a moment. He followed his sister's gaze, watching her obsessed persistence, and his heart was full of twists and turns.

"Sister," Chu Xingchen whispered, and once again, he spoke to her in a louder voice, as if he was unwilling to arouse her concern.

It's a pity that the flowers are intentional, and the water is ruthless.

His soft call was drowned in the silent silence that followed.

Chu Xing's eyes were like the shattered sunset glow, a bleak beauty. His face was pale, a faint sneer playing on the corners of his mouth. The elegant young man, like jade covered in ash, his heart as dead as ashes.

It turned out that even if he drew a circle around her to confine her, he couldn't keep her evil intentions within her.

It turned out that he had tried his best to find the weakness of the Shangguan family. He tried his best to protect her and take care of her. He was even willing to become her lover and give up his national hatred and past grudges, just to make her look back at him.

But in the end, I realized that it was just like Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly, a dream of conversion. When I woke up, I was heartbroken.

It was nothing but a love that was misplaced. The prince was interested, but the goddess was heartless.

At this moment, Chu Xingchen was at a loss. He thought that during their time in the villa, she always had him in her heart.

But in the end, the truth was so embarrassing and self-deprecating to him.

"Sister, you really know how to hurt people the most." Chu Xingchen was in a state of confusion. At this moment, he was extremely angry and left in a huff.

The black clothes were like his heart at the moment, dark as ink, and the pain was as cold and endless as the winter night.

Chu Xingchen walked out of the Phoenix Tower and stood at the door, waiting for her for a long time.

But he found that his sister did not go out with him.

That's right, when she saw the person she had been dreaming about, how could she remember him?

At this moment, Chu Xingchen felt extremely lonely. Even if he was frozen three feet deep, it would not be as bad as this.

"Zhaoying, you stay and watch her." Chu Xingchen got on the carriage and ordered in a cold voice.

"If she dares to go to the private room next door to see Mo Yunsheng, knock her out and take her back to the villa." Chu Xingchen said coldly without a trace of emotion.

"If she leaves obediently after a while, tell the driver to take her in the car."

Chu Xingchen said softly, "It's cold at night, remember to ask the driver to light more charcoal in the carriage, and also prepare hot tea and a fox fur hot water bottle."

Chu Xingchen thought for a moment and added, "If she doesn't come down after another incense stick, tell her that if she returns to the other courtyard too late and doesn't come back when I sleep alone, then she can forget about attending the banquet in the palace."

"Stay in the villa." Chu Xingchen snorted coldly, lowered the curtain and left.

Zhaoying heard this and whispered, "Yes."

As expected, his master, who obviously cared deeply about Her Royal Highness the Princess, had a sharp tongue.

Look at what he said, full of sarcasm.

Look at Mr. Mo, he's gentle, refined, well-educated, and well-mannered. I'm afraid all women would love a man like him. No wonder the master always runs into trouble with His Highness.

Even he felt that it would be better if he had a gentle and lovely master.

But the master's orders must be followed.

Su Yingxue didn't expect Chu Xingchen to leave in anger. She didn't understand why this man was so gentle in picking bones and picking up vegetables for her one moment, and then acting like he was on a steroid and so moody the next?

Alas, it is obvious that the protagonist was beaten stupid by the original owner Su Yingxue, and became a moody and yandere male protagonist.

Because of this bad temper, Su Yingxue suddenly felt sorry for the heroine for a few seconds. As expected, only the gentle heroine in the book could cure the hero's bad temper.

Su Yingxue looked at the bird's nest in her hand and thought that it might not taste good if it got cold, so she let her drink it while watching the show.

After all, the original novel didn't mention this part, the roles of the heroine and the second male lead. This is not a proper live-action version of the film and television. Her position is simply a perfect place to eat melons. With rock sugar and bird's nest, the mirror is like a giant screen TV. Not bad, the show is about to begin, and she has to join in the fun.

Until the incense stick was lit, the two of them simply had a meal and talked politely, without any behavior that exceeded the rules.

Now Su Yingxue began to doubt the plot. Where was the love at first sight between the second male lead and the female lead in the original novel? She had expected something different, a scene of love and affection, but she hadn't expected it to be so bland and boring.

Su Yingxue drank a mouthful of bird's nest in a depressed mood and complained, "It seems that the heroine is not attractive enough, so it's boring."

“There’s no soap opera vibe at all,” she complained again.

At this moment, Zhaoying came into the room and said to her in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "Your Highness."

"When the master left, he instructed me to tell His Highness after one stick of incense."

"It's cold on winter nights, go back early." Zhaoying said coldly, like an emotionless machine.

"It's not too late, how about waiting a little longer?" Su Yingxue whispered.

"The master said that if Your Highness returns to the villa too late and he falls asleep and Your Highness has not returned yet, then Your Highness can forget about attending the banquet in the palace."

He repeated it again.

In an instant, Su Yingxue's expression changed. Her originally leisurely face watching the show suddenly became solemn. What a bastard, he used the palace banquet to threaten her.

"In that case, it's true that you're afraid of the cold on winter nights. You should go home early." Su Yingxue helplessly put down the bird's nest in her hand, wiped her mouth with an embroidered handkerchief, stood up with an awkward smile, and left with Zhaoying.

On the way back in the carriage, Su Yingxue wrapped herself in fox fur and hid her face in it. From time to time, she lifted the curtain to see if it was getting late.

From the Phoenix Tower to the villa in the suburbs of Beijing, it is not a short distance, it takes a long time to walk.

She could only look at the sky from time to time to see where he was, hoping in her heart that he would go to bed later and not miss her palace banquet.

After finally making their way to the suburban courtyard, braving the sleeting snow, Su Yingxue opened the curtains and hurried out to the outer courtyard. Even her maid didn't have time to step forward and hold an umbrella. Her fox fur coat stood out against the brightly lit courtyard, a stark white contrast to the white of the snow on the ground.

Fortunately, she walked through the outer courtyard and the inner courtyard corridor, until she saw the main house with bright lights in the distance, and her uneasy heart slowly calmed down.

Fortunately, he didn't sleep, and fortunately there was a show at the palace banquet.

Su Yingxue pushed the door open and saw Chu Xingchen sitting in the private seat with a cold expression.

He was holding a scroll and saw her enter the room. Her cheeks were a little flushed from jogging, and the white fox fur made her face look petite and cute.

Her snow-white figure stood out against the inky night outside, a stark contrast. The flawless white and the inky black were like his dark clothes and hers, pure white.

The moment she returned, it seemed as if a faint glimmer of light illuminated his heart.

He gave her a chance.

She is back too.

Chu Xingchen thought so.