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

“You big man! You were full of energy when you kicked me, but now you’re acting like you’re going to die from a little push? I’m warning you, don’t try to fake it…” Song Gui pointed at him in disbelief.

Wei Juan didn't answer, but just kept coughing while covering his mouth, the bright red blood between his fingers glaringly obvious. His pale hand was covered in bruises, all from needle marks that hadn't healed yet.

This shows how serious the disease is.

Ni Qing had just finished dealing with her miscellaneous matters and was about to look for Wei Juan when she unexpectedly encountered this scene.

Wei Juan glanced at the person standing dumbfounded at the door, then coughed even more violently, as if he were coughing up his internal organs.

After a long pause, he swallowed the metallic taste of blood in his throat and said in a hoarse voice, "Sister, I feel very unwell."

Song Gui's heart skipped a beat.

He subconsciously turned around and immediately felt guilty upon seeing Ni Qing's icy demeanor.

The male protagonist of this world is a fragile person; even if he isn't the murderer, he could still be killed, Ni Qing thought deeply.

She remained silent, and the only sound in the quiet room was the young man's suppressed cough.

After a long while, she slowly walked over in her sky-high heels, her red lips parting slightly: "You..."

He had barely uttered a word when the young man abruptly interrupted him: "It has nothing to do with Song Gui. It's all because I'm not feeling well."

Song Gui: "?" Are you kidding me?

Ni Qing, who hadn't even had a chance to say anything yet, thought, "..." Her acting was so clumsy, and she sounded so manipulative. But the script had already been handed to her, and she instinctively accepted it.

"What's going on?" the beautiful and refined woman asked with a blank expression.

Song Gui opened his mouth to explain, but realized that he had indeed struck first. He couldn't help but feel like he was swallowing a bitter pill, unable to express his grievances: "He did it on purpose! He framed me."

The young man secretly curled his lips, his blood-stained lips exuding an indescribable eeriness and chill. He raised his slightly reddened eyes and said, "Sister, I'm in a lot of pain."

He took a step forward, but before he even reached her, he seemed to lose consciousness.

Her tall and slender figure fell straight toward Ni Qing. Even though she was thin, her height was still considerable, and Ni Qing almost twisted her ankle before she barely managed to catch her.

The young man's eyes were tightly closed, and his blood-stained lips unconsciously brushed against her cheek, leaving a vivid mark on her face. His hot breath hit the back of her neck, and his disheveled hair tickled Ni Qing.

He leaned against her shoulder.

How wonderful! The person beneath me has warm blood and a delicate touch. If I had made my move that night, I probably wouldn't have had the chance to touch this incredibly beautiful body and unique soul.

With his back to the crowd, he slightly opened his eyes, revealing a strange and admiring expression.

This was undoubtedly an expression that would send chills down anyone's spine. At least that's what Xiaotang thought later. She stood there, covered in cold sweat, staring blankly at another side of her idol.

The young man seemed to sense something, lazily raising his eyes and revealing an enigmatic smile. The girl was so startled she took a step back, her blood running cold.

Song Gui wanted to explain, but Ni Qing interrupted him: "Call 120, what are you waiting for?"

Although this matter may alarm the entire crew or paparazzi, Wei Juan's life is the most important thing in this world.

Not long after, the ambulance arrived with its siren blaring. The crowd lifted Wei Juan onto a stretcher, and Ni Qing accompanied him.

The only sound along the way was the ticking of the instruments. Song Gui was still unwilling to give up and sent a WeChat message to explain, feeling wronged.

Song Gui: "Sister, I really didn't do anything to him. Don't believe that scoundrel."

Ni Qing: "I will handle the situation. You should stay on set for the next few days and study hard. Take a break after filming wraps up."

She wasn't asking a question, so Song Gui felt utterly hopeless. He also understood that if the paparazzi really found out and exposed it, the other person's fanatical fans would undoubtedly tear him apart.

His acting career will also be destroyed.

The hospital diagnosed the patient with fever and weakness. The cause of the coughing up blood was still under investigation, but the condition was clearly serious, so the patient was kept in the hospital for observation.

Ni Qing, as a caregiver, cannot leave for the time being.

"By the way, were you injured too?" Before leaving, the nurse suddenly pointed at Ni Qing's face and asked.

The other person was taken aback, then took out their phone and looked at it.

A small patch of blood stained her fair skin, making her already alluring features even more captivating. When did this happen? She hadn't even noticed.

Ni Qing politely replied, "Thank you, I'm not injured." After the nurse left knowingly, she slowly took out a pack of wet wipes from her bag.

He took out a sheet of paper and carefully wiped his face.

Her makeup wasn't actually very heavy, so after wiping away the foundation, there wasn't much color difference; in fact, it looked even smoother. So she simply removed the rest of her makeup.

She even took out a separate sheet to wipe off her lip makeup.

Her wavy hair hung loosely to her waist, and her delicate face and reddish eyes added a touch of innocence to her appearance.

They stayed with him until the afternoon or evening.

Wei Juan showed no signs of waking up, so she went back to her apartment to change into casual clothes and then went to the restaurant downstairs from the hospital to buy some meat porridge.

As soon as I opened the door to the ward, I was suddenly met with an extremely cold gaze.

The young man leaned back on the pillow, his hands folded, exuding an air of aloofness. Only when he saw the person he wanted to see did his fierce gaze soften, and he became somewhat harmless: "Did you come to the hospital with me, sister?"

Ni Qingxin thought to herself, "You're a wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't think she's too old and blind to see it."

On the surface, he walked over calmly and placed the porridge on the bedside table: "Eat it, I won't be able to go back tonight."

Wei Juan blinked, smiled and responded, then finished the porridge on the bedside table.

This is a VIP ward, which is not open to the general public. There is only a single bed and a bed for a caregiver inside.

A curtain separated the two beds. An IV drip was still flowing from the bedside, and nurses would occasionally come in to check temperatures.

Night falls.

Ni Qing slept in the cot near the door, with the curtain drawn tightly shut, so she couldn't see the other person's movements at all.

Wei Juan took her medicine and rested. She hadn't slept well to begin with, and now she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

In her hazy state, she felt a cool fingertip caressing her face, tender and lingering, wandering between her eyebrows and the bridge of her nose, before finally pressing down hard on her luscious lips.

The pain struck.

She instinctively opened her eyes, only to find a tall, dark figure covering her.

When the man saw her open her eyes, he immediately kissed her lips roughly, biting and licking them, and the air seemed to thin.

Ni Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, but her wrist was firmly grasped and pinned to the headboard just before she could touch it.

The man intertwined his fingers with hers, and became even more unrestrained.