Quick Transmigration: The Villain is Destiny, the Protagonist Takes a Backseat

"Brother Ji".

Bo Fangtang looked at Ji Qiuzhe with a wronged yet stubborn expression, and accused him, "You promised me before that as long as I was happy, I could do whatever I wanted in this family. Why are you going back on your word now?"

He should have kept quiet, because mentioning Ji Qiuzhe made him furious. What did the original owner's words have to do with him? He wasn't going to take the blame for this.

"Whatever I said before is null and void now. Please leave my house immediately."

Bo Fangtang was startled by Ji Qiuzhe's chilling gaze.

He sounded a little aggrieved. "Ji Qiuzhe! Are you yelling at me?!"

"Do I need to pick a time to yell at you? Get out of here right now, or I'll not only yell at you, I'll hit you too."

After Ji Qiuzhe finished speaking, he didn't want to pay any more attention to him. He was only focused on going upstairs to stop Bo Yuwu, but Bo Fangtang, who had broken through his defenses, blocked his way.

Bo Fangtang had never been wronged like this before, especially since such words came from Ji Qiuzhe's mouth. He stared wide-eyed in astonishment, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Ji Qiuzhe, how could you say such a thing?"

"You've changed! You clearly said you liked me the most, but it turns out you were lying all along. I believed you for so many years, you liar!"

Ji Qiuzhe felt irritated, and his eyes grew colder: "Bo Fangtang, I'll only say this once, I don't like you, and I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. You should leave now."

"Then who do you like?" Bo Fangtang was so shocked that she blurted out, "That bitch Bo Yuwu?"

"Snapped!"

Ji Qiuzhe slapped him with a cold face.

A burning pain shot through his face, and Bo Fangtang's last shred of rationality vanished. He looked at Ji Qiuzhe with disappointment, as if he were looking at a heartless man.

"You hit me? You actually hit me for him! Ji Qiuzhe, you've completely lost me! I hate you!"

After saying that, he covered his face and ran out of the Ji family home crying.

What about years of devoted protection, what about being content just seeing Tangtang happy?

It's all fake. Ji Qiuzhe is clearly a terrifying violent maniac!

It's all that bitch Bo Yuwu's fault. No place is peaceful when he's around. Why can't he just disappear from this world?

Ji Qiuzhe had no time to worry about whether his image in Bo Fangtang's heart had collapsed; his mind was filled with Bo Yuwu's silent figure as she went upstairs.

He said to the busy servants again, "From now on, do not let any more thin sugar cubes in without my permission, or you will be fired."

The servants exchanged glances and quickly agreed.

It seems Zhang Yong was right; the person upstairs is the one the boss truly cares about. We should treat that person with even more respect in the future.

The guest room upstairs.

A light drizzle was fussing as she packed her bags.

He didn't have many belongings; the only toiletries he had were a few sets of old clothes that he had worn and washed repeatedly.

A sharp pain shot through his knee; he had strained too much going upstairs and the wound seemed to have been torn, but he didn't care about it at all.

Pain points are good; only physical pain can alleviate mental pain. Unfortunately, this pain has little effect and cannot stop his spreading thoughts at all.

There were some faint noises coming from downstairs. It was lunchtime, so Ji Qiuzhe was probably cooking for Bo Fangtang!

Imagining the two of them sitting in the newly renovated living room, smiling at each other, Ji Qiuzhe even looked at Bo Fangtang with such doting eyes, Bo Yuwu's movements became a bit forceful.

It looked as if they were tearing clothes instead of folding them.

A light drizzle folded the tangled clothes and started folding them again. Since there was no possibility, there was no need to dwell on it. He could live well on his own.

Just as I was thinking, there was a knock on the door.

Bo Yuwu paused in her folding of clothes, then ignored her.

Ji Qiuzhe didn't expect him to open the door immediately, but simply called out from the doorway, "Xiao Wu, open the door, let's talk."

What's there to talk about?

Could it be that they think he's disturbing their time alone and they can't wait to kick him out?

Thinking of this possibility, Bo Yuwu bit her lower lip hard, tasting the blood, before she could finally stop her chaotic thoughts.

With a fearless stride, he went over and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, Ji Qiuzhe seized the opportunity to slip into the room.

Bo Yuwu originally just wanted to stand at the door and explain things to the person, but now she had no choice but to sit back down in silence and continue tidying her clothes.

Ji Qiuzhe silently sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at the neatly stacked clothes on the bed, and tentatively asked, "Are you angry?"

Bo Yuwu's voice was devoid of emotion: "No."

"Then why did you leave?"

What else could it be because of?

Bo Yuwu didn't know whether Ji Qiuzhe truly didn't understand or was pretending to be confused.

He wanted to say that he was leaving so as not to be in the sight of him and his sweetheart, but what came out of his mouth was, "For no reason, I've troubled you for so long, it's time for me to leave."

There's no way Ji Qiuzhe would believe that reason.

He reached out to stop Bo Yuwu from folding clothes and asked in a low voice, "Have you thought it through?"

Thin rain and mist reflexively brushed his hand away, "I've thought it through."

Ji Qiuzhe winced in pain, hissing, and said with a hint of annoyance, "You just want to leave like that?"

Bo Yuwu glanced subconsciously at the other person's hand that she had brushed away, then lowered her eyes to hide the helplessness in them.

"Well, if you mind, I can leave now."

Ji Qiuzhe was full of questions. "What do I mind? Explain yourself."

Bo Yuwu could no longer bear it. He looked up, his eyes reddening, and said, "Since you like Bo Fangtang so much, I'm at odds with him. Just leave so you won't get in my way."

"Who said you were in my way?"

Ji Qiuzhe firmly grasped Bo Yuwu's hand, so tightly that Bo Yuwu couldn't shake it off. "I didn't want you to leave."

Do you not want him to leave? Do you want him to stay here and watch him and Bo Fangtang being all lovey-dovey?

Bo Yuwu thought that she would definitely go crazy at that time.

He felt that Ji Qiuzhe was really too wicked, and he wanted to curse, but when he opened his mouth, his voice was trembling with tears: "Ji Qiuzhe, what exactly do you want? Is it fun to play with me?"

Ji Qiuzhe softened immediately.

He stretched out his long arm and pulled the person into his arms. "I'm not playing you, and I'm not going to let you go."

"Ji Qiuzhe, let me go. You have no right to control my personal freedom. If I want to leave, no one can stop me."

Bo Yuwu was on the verge of collapse, struggling incessantly in Ji Qiuzhe's arms, so much so that Ji Qiuzhe almost couldn't help but salute. He held Bo Yuwu's restless body tightly in his arms, "Bo Yuwu, listen to me, I like you."

"What?"

The person in her arms suddenly stopped struggling.

Ji Qiuzhe rested his head against Bo Yuwu's neck and repeated, "I don't like Bo Fangtang, I like you."

Bo Yuwu didn't believe it. He wasn't stupid. If Ji Qiuzhe really didn't like Bo Fangtang, how could he have protected him for so many years?

He felt that Ji Qiuzhe was just using sweet talk.

"you liar!"

With a burst of force, Bo Yuwu shoved Ji Qiuzhe away.

Ji Qiuzhe was caught off guard and had no time to react. His back slammed heavily against the edge of the bed, and he groaned.

"How are you?"

Bo Yuwu panicked immediately, forgetting her anger, and rushed forward to check on her.

Before she could react, she was lifted up by the waist and sat on Ji Qiuzhe's lap, the man's unique and pleasant scent lingering in her nostrils.

He froze, blinking blankly.

Are you alright...?

"fine."

Ji Qiuzhe absolutely adored his self-reproachful and helpless expression. His gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, and he saw a small drop of blood spilling from Bo Yuwu's lips.

The light rain and misty lips were pinkish, and now a drop of dark red had settled on them, adding an unexpected touch of sexiness.

Ji Qiuzhe's eyes darkened. He freed one hand to grab Bo Yuwu's slender nape, then, as if mesmerized, stuck out his tongue to lick the bead of blood.

Yes, it's sweet.

Bo Yuwu was so frightened that she let Ji Qiuzhe lick her lips again and again, forgetting even to breathe.

Ji Qiuzhe, fearing he would suffocate, parted his lips slightly and said, "Bo Yuwu, breathe."