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

Song Ziyu lowered his eyes, exuding a cold aura. When he saw Ni Qing approaching, he chuckled cryptically, "Let's go, I'll take you down the mountain."

He was so tall that he held the umbrella very high, and she had to stand close to him, otherwise she would get wet in the drizzle.

Ni Qing glanced at him and walked ahead silently.

The young man's dark eyes were like unyielding ink, pitch black and mysterious. He slowly suppressed his smile, his expression indifferent and cold-blooded, and gently handed the umbrella handle to his other hand, then slowly reached it towards her back.

This is halfway up the mountain, the stone steps are very steep, and there are hardly any people around, making it the perfect place to fall to your death.

He narrowed his eyes with pleasure, as if he could already see his wife's bloodied corpse, and couldn't help but reveal a gleeful smile.

Come on, let's go to hell together.

Their hands drew closer and closer, but Ni Qing seemed oblivious, continuing to walk with her head down.

Just as he was about to push, the woman in black suddenly turned her head, a hint of wariness and suspicion flashing in her clear, clean eyes as she glanced at his approaching figure: "What are you doing?"

Song Ziyu paused for a moment, then changed direction and casually put his arm around her shoulder: "I was afraid you would get wet in the rain, so I wanted to get closer to you."

Ni Qing thought to herself, "Forget it," but remained outwardly calm: "Thank you, but the rain is light. If we walk quickly, we shouldn't get too wet."

The young man nodded in agreement: "Okay." The next second, he subtly withdrew his hand from the other person's shoulder, curled it slightly for a second, and then let it hang down at his side.

Her driver was still waiting at the foot of the mountain. Seeing the two of them coming down one after the other, he couldn't help but be a little surprised: "What a coincidence, Young Master Song is here too. I didn't see your driver's car."

They were childhood sweethearts and even after they got married, they often met. The driver was often asked to drive to the Song family and was quite familiar with this illegitimate child.

Song Ziyu smiled and said, "The driver took leave, so I drove here myself."

The driver was immediately relieved, and even the dense wrinkles on his forehead seemed to smooth out a bit: "It's been a long time since I've seen the young master smile so happily..."

Ni Qing: "?" This line...

Could their driver have secretly switched jobs? Is this something he should be saying?

“Ni Qing and I will drive to dinner later. You can go home first,” he said slowly. The driver became even more kind. That’s right! Young people should get out and about more. It’s not his fault about his family of origin. Why is he always looking so sullen?

So he waved his hand and said, "Alright, have fun. The master is dead, but one must always look forward!" The implication was clear.

Qin Boyue has passed away, and she cannot remain a widow for the rest of her life. After a year of being single, she should find a suitable person to accompany her for the rest of her life.

Song Ziyu's expression turned cold for a moment, and he said indifferently, "If there's nothing else, we'll be leaving now." He didn't care about physical contact, holding the umbrella in one hand and grabbing the woman's wrist with the other, as if he were trying to pull her away forcefully.

The young man had large hands with distinct knuckles and long, slender fingers, which were sickly white. Even as he gripped her wrist tightly, she could feel that his body temperature was extremely cold.

Ni Qing flinched, the pain spreading throughout her brain, and she instinctively struggled.

She was met with a fierce look in the young man's eyes: "What's wrong? You don't want to?" He's only been dead for a short time, why is everyone urging her to find a man?

Seeing that something was wrong, the driver still stepped on the gas and left the scene.

The two remained locked in a tense standoff when Ni Qing suddenly smiled gently, slowly moving closer to Song Ziyu. Her slender, beautiful fingertips traced patterns on his chest, making her look alluring: "Ziyu, don't be so angry. Your hands are so cold; I'm not used to them—"

Song Ziyu paused for a moment, then smiled meaningfully: "Alright, I was overthinking it."

If Ni Qing could see it, she would definitely realize that his face was not Song Ziyu's at all, but clearly Qin Boyue's.

The demon was staring at Ni Qing with an unprecedented excitement, its bloodthirsty eyes unblinking, as if it had opened the door to a new world.

Song Ziyu's smile grew even brighter.

He even thoughtfully opened the car door for the lady, saying, "There's a place you'll definitely like."

Ni Qing raised an eyebrow: "Where?"

He winked at her and said mysteriously, "It's a secret."

Qin Boyue originally just didn't want to see his wife living such a carefree and happy life. She was naturally promiscuous during her lifetime, and this kind of person was the type he should hate the most.

So after his own death, he couldn't wait to send her to her death.

However, now, this idea is becoming ambiguous. He wants her dead, but he wants to refine her into a vengeful ghost so that she can never be reincarnated.

She was his wife in life, and she should stay by his side even in death.

How interesting.

The car slowly started and drove away from the cemetery.

The address here is too remote; it would take at least an hour to drive to the city center.

The route will cross a bridge spanning a lake.

The bridge was sparsely populated with vehicles, the lake shimmered, the stars twinkled, and the long-awaited sunlight finally broke through the clouds, creating a serene and peaceful scene.

Ni Qing dared not let her guard down, so she pretended to look at the scenery while subtly observing Song Ziyu in the rearview mirror.

The young man drove very steadily, seemingly intending to take her out for dinner and then home. Just then, the person in the rearview mirror suddenly looked up, revealing the face of the male protagonist, Qin Boyue.

Ni Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately turned to look.

Song Ziyu glanced at her questioningly: "What's wrong?"

The other person shook their head; it seemed they really were the male lead.

As he was about to leave the bridge, he remained calm, but suddenly lost control of the steering wheel and crashed violently into the guardrail with lightning speed, which would have resulted in him plunging into the lake.

Ni Qing gritted her teeth. Seeing Song Ziyu's delighted expression, she immediately grabbed the steering wheel. The car swerved in an arc, and before it could adjust its position, it suddenly lurched forward.

The recoil made her dizzy and lightheaded, and she could even hear the other driver behind her cursing: "Are you trying to get yourself killed? How can you drive like that! There are cameras here to prove it was your fault, I'm not taking any responsibility—"

She felt dizzy and disoriented; the world that had been clear became increasingly blurry. A shard of glass cut the corner of her eye, but thankfully it was just a small red mark. A little deeper and it would have been her temple.

Qin Boyue felt a little regretful as he watched the other person fall into a coma.

A bright red liquid clung to the corner of her eye, looking particularly eerie. He paused, then slowly leaned down, kissing the bloodshot corner of Ni Qing's eye with a look of reverence and savoring.

That was the blood of a living person, which excited all evil spirits; it was warm and smelled fishy, ​​a truly tempting weapon.