Quick Transmigration: What to Do When the Male Supporting Character You Saved Becomes Obsessed with

Shi Jingyun felt she couldn't process the information at once and stood there for a long time without saying a word.

Cheng Nianzhi didn't care about her reaction. Under the streetlight, he suppressed his smile and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? Weren't we going to buy something?"

Shi Jingyun called out to him, "Nianzhi, do you really like Li Ruan? Although we haven't spent much time together, I don't want her to get hurt."

"How could I possibly hurt her?" Cheng Nianzhi sighed softly, a rare hint of helplessness in his voice.

He turned around and stared intently at Shi Jingyun: "And who have I ever hurt?"

This question caught Shi Jingyun off guard, and she suddenly reacted.

Yes, who exactly did Cheng Nianzhi hurt?

No, but when people around him noticed that something was wrong with him and that he was different from ordinary people, they always assumed that he would hurt others or do something irrational and threatening.

"Even if I don't like her, I won't hurt her. I don't like you, and I've never thought of hurting you." A cold wind ruffled Cheng Nianzhi's clothes, his expression calm and peaceful, as open and honest as a blank sheet of paper.

Although Shi Jingyun had no romantic feelings for Chengcheng, she was somewhat helpless after being told "I don't like you" several times in a short period of time.

"Can you only feel feelings for Li Ruan? What about the others?" Shi Jingyun asked tentatively.

"Ok?"

"What are your feelings for me, for He Yujin, for... your parents, for Aunt Li?" Cheng Nianzhi's psychologist had asked this question countless times.

"Relatives and friends, I guess." Cheng Nianzhi patiently answered the question again, just as he had answered the same question to a psychologist time and time again.

"You think my emotional feedback to you is interesting, what do you mean?" Shi Jingyun sighed. Judging from Cheng Nianzhi's light tone, his answer to the previous question and his statement that he liked Lu Liruan were completely different.

It is formulaic and standardized.

“You feel guilty, you feel guilty towards me all the time. The longer I spend with you, the more this feeling of yours will not fade, but will intensify to varying degrees.”

Cheng Nianzhi realized that Shi Jingyun wasn't just asking him a few questions. After thinking for a moment, he sat down on a stone bench by the roadside, pointed to another one next to him, and gestured for Shi Jingyun to sit down as well.

Shi Jingyun sat down and swung her legs, not looking at Cheng Nianzhi. She had a feeling that Cheng Nianzhi had seen through her.

That's how it is... Cheng Nianzhi is always cold and aloof, always seemingly detached from emotions, calmly observing everyone.

He was intelligent yet aloof. He didn't care about others' sincerity or their deception. All emotions seemed to be swallowed up by him like a bottomless pit.

I feel guilty, and I also don't want him to feel it.

"Why do you feel guilty?" Cheng Nianzhi asked in a low voice.

Shi Jingyun thought to herself, how could she not feel guilty?

When Shi Jingyun and Cheng Nianzhi met again after a long separation, Shi Jingyun was very cautious and even refused to mention the past.

Until she discovered that this past seemed to be no taboo at all for Cheng Nianzhi.

When she mentioned Aunt Li, she readily agreed to go with her and re-established contact with Aunt Li.

Stepping back into this cramped old building that has never been demolished, Shi Jingyun feels oppressed, while Cheng Nianzhi is completely unaffected.

It was from that time that Shi Jingyun began to notice that something was wrong with Cheng Nianzhi.

Shi Jingyun was unwilling to recall that past.

When she was little, she lived on the sixth floor with her grandmother. One day, a family suddenly moved in on the fifth floor: a couple in their thirties with a boy who was about the same age as her.

The boy looked completely different from the couple. Shi Jingyun had this feeling since she was a child; she had never seen a child who looked so much like he had stepped out of a painting.

The building wasn't well soundproofed, and after a few months, the arguments between the couple downstairs became more and more frequent.

It started with arguments every few days, then progressed to daily arguments, and eventually escalated to the point where you could hear things being smashed.

Shi Jingyun had already gotten to know that boy. Sometimes she would find him sitting quietly on the stairs, and her grandmother would invite him to her house.

Aunt Li from the fourth floor also often cares about this child.

The man from that family left, and his whereabouts were unknown. However, from the woman's shouts and curses, it was learned that the man had another family outside and even had his own child.

Shi Jingyun vaguely understood that the handsome boy was not her biological child, but an adopted one.

The man left, leaving only the woman and child in the house.

I don't know when it started, but the woman began to vent all her anger on the child.

Once, when Shi Jingyun returned home, he saw his grandmother touching his head with heartache. There was a long, freshly treated wound behind his ear, which frightened the young Shi Jingyun so much that he burst into tears and asked him, choking back sobs, if it hurt.

The boy simply glanced at her, smiled, and said, "Don't cry, it doesn't hurt much."

Later, these incidents became more frequent and escalated.

The other children in the yard always gossiped about him, saying things like, "What kind of kid was he picked up from the trash can?"

There were also strange rumors she'd heard from who-knows-where, like "bastard" and "adulterer." At the time, Shi Jingyun had no idea what these offensive words meant.

But later she didn't talk to boys much anymore. Children tend to conform, and Shi Jingyun, who was somewhat timid when she was young, was afraid that she would also be isolated.

Aunt Li downstairs has no children of her own, and she felt heartbroken seeing her like that. She wanted to call the police several times, but her husband, who was still married to her, didn't want to provoke the crazy woman upstairs and stopped her.

"Don't meddle in other people's business. Just stay home and live your own life." He stood in the stairwell smoking, stopping Aunt Li, who was about to go up and hug Cheng Nianzhi, who was sitting on the steps with bruises all over his arms and legs.

With a faint expression that seemed out of place for a child, he slammed the door shut.

Later, Aunt Li couldn't bear it any longer. Hearing the sharp shouts and curses coming from upstairs, she went upstairs and knocked on the woman's door when her husband wasn't home.

Tell her to call the police right now and let them come and see what's going on!

"Your adult problems are adult problems. What right do you have to deal with a child? If you don't want to raise him, then don't! I don't think the child would suffer as much as he has here!"

Amidst Aunt Li's reprimands, Shi Jingyun's grandmother upstairs, along with other residents who couldn't stand it any longer, opened their doors and joined in the argument.

The shrill cursing in the room stopped. After a while, the door opened, and the woman's hair was disheveled. She was only wearing a nightgown, her face was haggard and sallow, and her eyes were swollen like walnuts.

Looking at the large crowd outside, she retreated in fear, tearfully pleading with everyone not to call the police.

She simply couldn't tolerate her husband's betrayal, which is why she lost control of her emotions. Her beatings and scoldings of the children were merely the reason for her loss of control.