Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

The gloomy weather seemed to grow even more oppressive, and the light drizzle turned into a moderate downpour. A low cough could still be heard from Wei Juan's side, as if he were being cautious, afraid she might object.

Ni Qing wrapped the chewing gum in a tissue and threw it into the trash can before answering wearily, "You mean, you think there are people at home?"

A soft "hmm" came from the other end.

Then she added, "I'm really scared, can we do it just once, just once?"

Ni Qing pondered for a moment before lazily saying, "Here I am."

She took out a makeup mirror and lipstick from her expensive handbag, slowly touched up her makeup, and then leisurely hailed a taxi to Wei Juan's residence.

The dial tone sounded as the call was disconnected.

Wei Juan stood on the balcony, wearing only thin clothes, letting the raindrops fall on him. His gloomy eyes were lowered as he looked absentmindedly at the door downstairs.

After a while, he twitched the corner of his lips, casually threw his phone onto the bed, without any sign of caution.

He lived in a secluded yet luxurious place, and was very careful about the privacy of his residents. So, even though he had lived there for almost a year, no one noticed that a celebrity was living there.

Ni Qing went to the address provided. The continuous rain soaked the hem of her skirt. She must have been a regular visitor, because even the security guard let her in.

She walked slowly to the elevator in her slender high heels and pressed the button for the third floor.

She didn't encounter anyone along the way. She glanced around out of the corner of her eye before reaching the door of 301 and knocking.

There was no sound from inside. She frowned, took out her phone again, and made a call, but no one answered.

103 issued an alert: "The murderer is only 40 meters away from the male protagonist. Please rescue him as soon as possible."

Wow! This is exciting right from the start.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a crack in the door. It wasn't closed properly; it was half-closed. I couldn't tell if it was carelessness or intentional.

She immediately pulled open the door and rushed inside.

The interior was extremely dark, with no lights on, making it feel even more oppressive and dangerous.

"Wei Juan?" she called softly, but no one answered. She wasn't stupid; in a TV drama, this situation would be like a minor character rushing into the darkness, getting two free as a bonus, and she and the male lead would die on the spot.

After a moment's thought, she groped along the wall for the light switch.

Let's turn on a light to break the atmosphere.

She couldn't see anything in the dark, and the house wasn't well-lit. She fumbled around for ages but couldn't find the light switch.

Ni Qing cautiously leaned forward and reached out again.

Suddenly, she touched something icy cold.

It was a man's hand, quietly covering the light switch, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

She was instantly terrified and stood frozen in place. A man stood silently beside her, seemingly observing her every move ever since she entered.

Oh no, I've touched a major artery.

She gritted her teeth, and sure enough, a deep, gentle laugh came from the darkness, sounding quite pleased: "Found it?" He even raised the last syllable, his tone light and airy.

The next second, a cold, gleaming dagger plunged straight in.

Ni Qing's throat tightened, and she broke out in a cold sweat. She immediately crouched down. The dagger was deeply embedded in the wall; if Ni Qing hadn't dodged, it would have pierced her neck.

At that point, the question won't be whether to try to save the body or not, but whether to cremate it or not.

The man's grip was surprisingly strong; he immediately pulled out and thrust at her again, his tone still light and innocent, as if he were laughing.

Killing someone is not a difficult thing for him.

"Where is Wei Juanren?!" She looked at the man with cold eyes.

The other person seemed to have heard something interesting: "Wei Juan? That sickly cougher? Of course he's in the inner room. What? You like him? We'll send him to keep you company when you die."

He attacked again the next second.

When people are nervous, their adrenaline surges, enabling them to do things they wouldn't normally do. For example, Ni Qing was wearing a black bodycon dress, yet she still managed to move nimbly during the assassination attempt.

She could also sense that the other party's killing intent was not obvious, like a cat teasing its prey, casual yet cruel. Once it lost interest, only death awaited the prey.

Before long, her speed in dodging slowed down, and she even twisted her ankle from her high heels, falling to the ground with her ankle swollen high.

The man laughed wildly, and before Ni Qing's very eyes, he raised a dagger and brought it down.

Ni Qing lost consciousness.

"It's dead, huh? Let's restart it!" Ni Qing, having lost control of her body, couldn't help but adopt a "what's the use" attitude.

103 quickly replied, "No, you're just unconscious."

Ni Qing said "Oh," and then calmed down a little. If she really died, she would definitely throw her broken high heels into the trash can when she restarted.

Ni Qing was unable to access her senses or vision, so naturally she couldn't see what the other person was doing.

But 103 can see it.

The man was tall, and his handsome features could be vaguely seen in the darkness. He slowly bent down and picked up the unconscious person, their lips touching with only a thin layer of paper between them.

Their breaths mingled, their lips parted and closed, and they said something unintelligible.

103. My hair stood on end.

Ni Qing knew nothing about this.

Before long, she regained consciousness, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. What came into view was the young man's slightly worried gaze.

His black hair was streaked with silver, and his eyes drooped at the corners, suggesting he had just coughed. His pale cheeks were flushed.

"Sister, why did you collapse at the doorstep?" He stared at Ni Qing, his concern obvious.

Ni Qing suppressed her unease: "Where did I faint? By the door?"

Wei Juan nodded, not understanding.

She lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "Where were you just now? Were you alone in the house?"

The young man smiled sheepishly and said innocently, "I've been waiting for you inside, sister. It must have been my imagination just now; there was no one in my house."

I've checked everything. Did my sister encounter someone?

Ni Qing fell silent.

The young man's lips were deathly pale, but when he saw that she had actually come, he smiled in a low, husky voice.

Ni Qing certainly wouldn't doubt that this was her imagination, after all, she was still feeling a dull pain in her head, which clearly indicated that she had been knocked unconscious.

That's where things get a little off.

The system says the murderer is 40 meters away from the male protagonist. Wei Juan stayed in the house the whole time. Did he really not know anything about the noise coming from the door?

Or perhaps Wei Juan lied.

Just as she thought this, the tall young man suddenly pounced on her, his expression unreadable, and he murmured, "I thought my sister wouldn't come this time either, so she still cares about me, right?"