In the quick transmigration story, the most popular female supporting character is both delicate and

As soon as the group left, Qi Funan couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed.

Yun Yao couldn't support him, so she could only let him lean against the wall.

"I'll take you to the hospital!"

Qi Funan pushed her away weakly, his voice low, "I'm not going."

Yun Yao had no doubt that if she took him to the hospital, he could leave on his own, still with his wounds, before the ambulance even arrived.

"Then I'll take you home, and I'll buy some medicine to bandage your wound, okay?"

Qi Funan remained silent, his eyes closed, a fine sheen of sweat beading on his forehead.

Yun Yao took off her thin coat and tied it around the deeper wound on his arm to prevent further bleeding, then helped him out of the alley.

Qi Funan's home is not far from the school, but compared to the bustling areas, this area is so old that the buildings look like they were built in the 1990s.

Although it's old, it still has an elevator.

Yun Yao supported him as they walked, her back soaked with sweat.

If they had to climb the stairs, it would be difficult not only for her, but even more difficult for Qi Funan, who was injured.

After arriving home, Qi Funan took out a box of wound medicine from under the bed and skillfully applied the medicine and bandaged himself.

It made Yun Yao seem superfluous... "How about I cook you some porridge?"

If you're recovering from an injury, it's best to eat a light diet.

Qi Funan frowned, his voice soft and hoarse, "There are no ingredients at home."

"...Then I'll order takeout."

Yun Yao tapped a bunch of things on her phone—things she needed now, things Qi Funan might need later.

I even bought a pot.

There's nothing in this house... I wonder if Qi Funan eats steamed buns every day at home.

Qi Funan's room was very simple, with only a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe in the same color scheme.

The window was open, and a gentle breeze blew in, causing the light blue curtains to flutter slightly.

After bandaging his wound, Qi Funan picked up the clothes from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash them.

Yun Yao was surprised that Qi Funan, despite losing so much blood, still had the strength to wash clothes. "With so much blood on them, they probably can't be washed clean anyway, so just throw them away."

Qi Funan loosened his grip on the clothes for a moment, then tossed them aside and washed the foam off his hands.

"Then I'll compensate you with money."

"What's there to compensate? You helped me up last Friday... and you got hurt yourself."

"Those are two different things."

"How come these are two different things? Even though you said our relationship is purely a monetary transaction..."

But since you're injured, no matter how much medical expenses I transfer to you, it won't be enough to compensate you, let alone this mere piece of clothing.

Qi Funan turned his head to look at Yun Yao, his eyes deep and unfathomable. "You still know the word 'compensation'?"

"..." Indeed, given her villainous supporting character persona, it would be good enough if she didn't push her luck.

Qi Funan walked to the living room balcony, glanced at the view outside, and lit a cigarette.

Smoke drifted from his lips, blurring the boy's features.

He curled his lip, his gaze slid away from her pure and charming face, and said in a lazy tone, "No need for compensation, just don't bother me next time."

Yun Yao frowned, disliking the bitter, faint smell of smoke in the air.

She coughed lightly twice, choked by the smell of smoke. "If the wound hurts a lot, then lie down and rest for a while."

I've heard that smoking can relieve pain and sadness when you're in a lot of pain or feeling down.

Qi Funan didn't seem like a smoker; she hadn't smelled any tobacco on him before today...

Qi Funan turned to look at the girl in front of him, his Adam's apple bobbing, his half-closed eyes blurred in the smoke rising from his fingertips.

He raised his hand to stub out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can.

"What do you want to eat for lunch?"

"Huh? You're cooking for me... Even if she has a bad reputation, she shouldn't be ordering around an injured person like him!"

Qi Funan raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with amusement. "You think you can do that?"

"...I can do simple things, at least I'm pretty good at cooking porridge." Basically, you just need to throw the ingredients into the pot according to the recipe.

Qi Funan's lips curled slightly, and he snorted, "Then I'll make it. I can't get enough to eat from porridge... Besides, I'm afraid you'll blow up the kitchen."

"..."

As expected of the second male lead, he can still cook even after losing so much blood. If it were her, she'd probably need ginseng to keep her alive...

Had lunch.

Yun Yao patted her full stomach and said, "Your cooking skills are amazing. I rarely eat two bowls of rice."

Qi Funan's thin lips curled up slightly, "Don't overpraise me."

"I mean it."

Qi Funan glanced at the sky outside; it looked like it was about to rain. "It's getting late. I'll take you home."

"No need, I'll just take a taxi downstairs."

Qi Funan looked up and saw that she was only wearing a fitted tank top. His eyes flickered slightly. He then went to the wardrobe, took out a shirt jacket, and tossed it to her.

"I'll come back after I drop you off at home."

"It's just taking a taxi, it's not that serious..."

Qi Funan picked up the key on the table, opened the door, and said, "I'll get you home as soon as possible so I can come back and rest."

"……All right."

back home.

Yun Yao asked the system, "What exactly is going on with Qi Funan?"

[Qi Funan was working part-time at a bar when a wealthy woman took a liking to him. She tried to coerce and entice him, but he refused and was beaten up by the women she hired.]

"How much more money does Qi Funan need for his grandmother's surgery?"

[Two hundred thousand more is needed.]

"...I should have known better than to spend money so carelessly," she said, noting that she had exactly 150,000 yuan left in her account.

But she has so much jewelry, selling just one piece should be enough... she can redeem it later.

[By the way, host, the female supporting character's brother will be attending the school's alumni reunion in a few days.]

"……OK."

If her adoptive brother knew she wasn't his biological sister, he'd be ecstatic...

On the day of the alumni reunion.

Yun Yao had no classes in the afternoon, but she still squeezed into Yun Shiyue's car and went to school with him.

"I suddenly remembered I have something to do this afternoon. Brother, you shouldn't mind if I hitch a ride with you, right?"

Seeing her ingratiating smile, Yun Shiyue's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, but the smile behind his glasses faded slightly. "What trouble have you gotten into now?"

"I didn't cause any trouble!"

Yun Shiyue placed his palm on her soft hair, stroking it gently, the gesture tender as if giving a reward, "As long as you didn't cause any trouble."

"...", that's really going too far, like petting a puppy.

Yun Yao moved aside to avoid his hand.

Yun Shiyue smiled slightly, in a good mood, and told the driver to take a longer route to the school, "Take Tanglu Highway."

Passing by a bakery, he asked the driver to stop, then got out to buy some cakes and pastries that someone liked.

After getting on the bus, Yun Shiyue handed the bag to Yun Yao.

Yun Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked at him with her bright, watery eyes, asking incredulously, "For me?"

Yun Shiyue curled his lips; the feeling of feeding someone was surprisingly good.

However, his words were still cold: "Don't eat in the car, I don't like this sweet smell."

"Okay," I thought. We're almost at school anyway, so I can eat after I get off the bus.

After arriving at school.

When Yun Shiyue saw that someone was still following behind him, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Didn't you say you had something to do? What are you doing following me?"

"...I suddenly have nothing to do now. Anyway, there are so many seats in the alumni hall, I can just find an empty seat and sit down."

A strange light flashed in Yun Shiyue's eyes, and his voice was low, magnetic, and deep, "Whatever you say."