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

Unlike the bustling main street, the dark alley was deserted. A woman's corpse lay in the sewage, looking to be only in her early twenties, her expression still frozen in the wake of her death.

As if he had seen something terrifying, his eyes glared angrily, his lips parted slightly, and his features contorted, casting a shadow over his young face.

He lay motionless on the ground, his body stiff and cold, his skin pale, with a clear knife wound on his neck, the blood dried and turned dark.

Occasionally, stray dogs would wander into the alley and sniff the corpse repeatedly. This alley was on Ni Qing's way home, about 700 meters from the apartment.

Ni Qing watched calmly, as if it were expected. After a while, she got up, put on her coat, and went downstairs. The morning outside was misty, and it was only seven o'clock.

The fever wouldn't subside for at least three days, so she planned to give Wei Juan a few days to rest and find him a place to move in.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street. She wore a white mask, her eyes cold and alluring. She smoothly turned into the deserted alley and slowly bent down in front of Xiaotang's body.

She came here only to verify something. After a moment, she dialed 110, explained the situation and address, and then waited quietly.

The police arrived quickly. They had stern faces, and the man with triangular eyes followed them. However, he seemed not to recognize Ni Qing and silently set up a cordon.

Anyone with eyes could see it was a murder, but they were relaxed and didn't even collect any evidence; they just hastily carried the body away and disposed of it.

As the person who reported the case, Ni Qing was supposed to give a statement to clear her name, but they acted as if that wasn't the case, cleaned up the scene, and got into their car and left.

Before leaving, he praised her as a kind-hearted citizen.

The concerned citizens remained unmoved.

After verifying the results, she saw no need to stay any longer. But who killed Xiaotang? Ah, anyway, it had nothing to do with her.

She thought almost coldly that the system felt her reaction was very strange, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

She arranged to view the apartment with a landlord in the neighboring community. The landscaping was excellent, and the area was sparsely populated, making it a perfect place for her to live.

Renting the entire apartment costs five thousand yuan per month; they only rent out the whole unit, not individual rooms, which is probably why there are so few tenants. To save time, she called Wei Juan out as well.

The young man's fever had subsided, but he was still taking medication to prevent a relapse. Seeing Ni Qing waiting at the door, he smiled faintly and went to greet her.

"elder sister."

Ni Qing wore a long red velvet dress, which made her skin appear even whiter, and she exuded a noble and elegant air. The other party had taken comprehensive protective measures, including wearing a mask and hat.

She glanced at him and decided to test his reaction: "Little Sugar died this morning."

The young man under the brim of his hat couldn't see his expression. He paused for a moment before saying meaningfully, "She deserved to die too. Let her go now that she's dead."

Ni Qing raised an eyebrow, neither agreeing nor denying.

The landlord arrived at the door quickly and led the two inside.

He himself is rather plump and overweight, with a thinning bald patch on his head, narrow eyes, and his teeth disappear when he smiles.

He wore an unnatural, official smile that curled into a strange arc as he stared intently at the two faces: "Welcome, welcome. You're looking to rent a place, right? My apartment is great in every way."

He swiped the card to enter the elevator. It was on the 4th floor, room number 404. There was an entrance hall, and inside were separate living room and kitchen. The furniture was neat and all were nicely decorated.

It looked brand new. There was a transparent vase on the coffee table with a few flowers in it as decoration. A faint fragrance permeated the air.

Ni Qing asked with some doubt, "What's that fragrance in this room? It smells too artificial." The landlord was taken aback, his fake smile faltering for a moment.

Finally, he continued, "I lit some aromatherapy to calm my nerves."

Just to be on the safe side, she instinctively backed away: "His physical condition isn't good, and prolonged exposure to the smell won't help his recovery, so let's put it out."

The landlord's smile faded slowly, his meaning ambiguous: "Well, what a pity, I thought you would like this scent."

Wei Juan seemed particularly satisfied with the house. He politely declined Ni Qing's suggestion to look at a few more houses. He stared at Ni Qing, his gaze somewhat blatant: "I really like this fragrance. Don't you like it, sister?"

Ni Qing reluctantly replied, "I neither like it nor dislike it. If you feel it has a calming effect, then you can use it occasionally, but don't overdo it."

Wei Juan readily agreed and even extended an invitation: "Does your family have this kind of incense? If not, would you like to take one home and try it?"

In this way, we will be breathing the same type of air.

The landlord was overjoyed and brought out several boxes of aromatherapy products from a dark corner of the room. They had no name, date, or production address, and looked like products without any manufacturer information.

He specifically explained, "This was made by my own wife, so you can use it without worry. It will definitely not harm your health."

On the surface, Ni Qing shook her head and refused, but in her heart she was secretly waiting for the right opportunity to throw away all these unknown incense sticks.

In the afternoon, she called another moving company to move over all his few remaining personal belongings.

"Sister, would you like to stay for a simple meal?" he asked Ni Qing earnestly.

The other person glanced at the empty table and the bare kitchen, thinking, "You're still being so polite with me? Fine, I'll just say it politely, 'No need.'"

The young man pressed his lips together, looking slightly disappointed: "Ah, okay, can you cook, sister?"

She suddenly realized, could this guy be trying to get her to stay and cook a meal? No way: "No."

She really couldn't do it. The painful experience from the last world was still vivid in her mind. She couldn't act recklessly; Wei Juan's body couldn't withstand her torment.

After saying that, she gave a few instructions and prepared to go find other artists.

Wei Juan's expression vanished completely. He sat casually on the sofa, picked up an aromatherapy diffuser with a bored look, glanced at it perfunctorily, and then suddenly smiled as if he realized something.

He poured the fever-reducing medicine he had brought into the toilet and flushed it away before slowly lighting the incense and placing it by the bedside.

After washing up, I prepared to rest.

As the fragrance filled the air, he had a dream.

He dreamt of Xiaotang, whose face was full of sarcasm and mockery. When she saw him, she didn't hold back at all, just like in life: "Wei Juan, you have disappointed me too much. I didn't expect you to go easy on me."

The young man immediately realized this was a dream. He gave a cold, dismissive smile: "I didn't hold back. On the contrary, it's you who can be so incompetent?"

Xiao Tang's expression changed, but she forced herself to remain calm: "It's okay, I'll be back next time..."

She murmured to herself.

The young man smiled and said, "You won't."