Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

"Eat it!"

Zhao Qingyou didn't look at him, but blew on the noodles in front of her and ate them in small bites.

Rong Che paused for a moment, then started eating as well.

I was feeling irritable and didn't really feel like eating noodles.

But in the blink of an eye, after tasting the noodles, I found myself unable to stop eating them.

He quickly finished the noodles.

"Did you do these things wrong before?"

Rong Che asked her aloud.

Do you think I've done that?

Zhao Qingyou placed her two flawless white hands in front of him.

Rong Che looked at her hands; they were snow-white and delicate, with perfectly rounded nails that shimmered with a crystalline pink luster.

Her fingers looked like those of someone accustomed to a life of luxury; how could they be the hands of someone who washes their hands and cooks?

However, she had never cooked before, yet she made such delicious food that it left a lasting impression.

He had eaten something Xue Mengyao made before, which was also a bowl of noodles.

Although beauty is in the eye of the beholder, it must be said that her bowl of noodles was worlds apart from Zhao Qingyou's.

Is it really because of talent, or is it because I'm really hungry right now?

"Go wash the dishes! I'm going upstairs!"

Zhao Qingyou glanced at him, then strode upstairs with her long legs.

Rong Che watched her figure until she disappeared from his sight before turning his gaze back to his phone, which was lying to the side.

He picked up his phone and looked at his recent calls.

He dialed Xue Mengyao's number again.

Xue Mengyao did not answer the phone.

He dialed again, and this time the call was answered after only two rings.

"Rong Che, come save me quickly... come save me..."

On the other end of the phone, Xue Mengyao's cries for help came through.

It was also mixed with men's taunts.

"Xue Mengyao, where are you?"

Upon hearing this sound, Rong Che felt as if his blood had frozen at that moment.

He suddenly stood up and asked into the phone.

"I……"

Before Xue Mengyao could say anything, the call was cut off.

The phone kept emitting busy signals.

Rong Che took his phone, quickly walked to the entrance, changed his shoes, grabbed the keys from the table, opened the door, and went out.

Zhao Qingyou stood upstairs, looking at the raging wind and rain outside, and then at Rong Che's car, whose headlights suddenly turned on.

He quickly disappeared into the rain and mist.

Zhao Qingyou drew the curtains again, took off her clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The next day, Zhao Qingyou was still asleep.

I was woken up by a series of knocks on the door.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and put on her clothes one by one.

Only then did he walk over and open the door.

"Miss Zhao... something has happened to our Young Master Rong!"

Outside the door, a man stood with a mournful face, looking as if he had lost his parents.

“What’s wrong with him!”

Zhao Qingyou asked a question, then went to the bathroom and started brushing her teeth.

She recognized the person outside the door; he was Rong Che's assistant, usually handling Rong Che's personal matters.

The assistant walked in, covered in sweat.

"It seems something happened to Young Master Rong. He called last night and asked us to arrange something... then the call was disconnected. After that, we couldn't get through to him no matter what we tried to call. We rushed over at night, but the mountain roads here were blocked by fallen trees. We just cleared the road, but we still haven't seen Young Master Rong!"