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

"Who are you going to see? If I can help you, I definitely will," Sun Yuru said passionately. To her, the young man was like a lifeline.

Although being haunted by a vengeful ghost doesn't necessarily lead to death, it does deplete one's soul and luck, causing one to go downhill in life and constantly experience bad luck—who would want that?

Qin Boyue raised an eyebrow, explained what he wanted to do, and then slowly coaxed, "Didn't you want to thank me? How about this? If you help me with this, we'll call it even if I saved you before, and we'll be even."

Sun Yuru stared at him intently. The young man was shrouded in black mist, and the ghostly aura seemed even stronger than before. His originally transparent body gradually materialized.

Qin Boyue smiled faintly, his shallow eyes flashing with ill intent, his features as elegant as a refined ink painting.

But she didn't want to settle things evenly with him.

Sun Yuru took a deep breath and asked calmly, "Weren't you supposed to be indifferent to everything? Why are you so insistent on pursuing her? Who is she to you?"

Qin Boyue seemed to have heard something he liked, and his eyes crinkled with joy as he slowly said, "She's my wife? I really want her to come down and keep me company."

Sun Yuru was taken aback. She thought the other person was unmarried because he looked so young, but she didn't expect him to be married. But she still didn't understand: "If you love her, you should know that this will hurt her."

The demon seemed to have heard a joke, and firmly and maliciously denied it: "No, I don't love her. I just want her dead, preferably never to be reincarnated."

The girl stood frozen in place.

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Ni Qing was still waiting patiently. She hadn't had a chance to examine her talisman before, but now that she had some free time, she could take a closer look at what the 50,000 yuan item looked like.

The amulet was a brocade pouch, embroidered with lifelike detail, as if it had been soaked in incense for a long time, its scent strong and calming. She opened the pouch, and inside was a yellow talisman with eerie and mysterious vermilion patterns.

The incantation at the end showed signs of burning.

After thinking it over for a long time, she sent a message to the Taoist priest and sent him a photo.

As soon as I sent it, the dialog box showed that it was typing, but after five or six minutes, no message came back.

Ni Qing: "What did you do? You haven't been able to utter a single fart in ages."

The Taoist priest replied quickly this time: "That's because your situation is complicated. Your evil spirit is too strong. When you have time, listen to more scriptures, offer more incense, burn some things for him, and see if you can send him away."

Never before had his master's talisman been able to force him to this extent. What kind of evil spirit could be so arrogant?

But the original owner was all looks and no brains, and wouldn't care at all.

Ni Qing: "Alright, stop being so mystical. Don't think I haven't checked. That talisman of yours only sells for fifty on the market. Are you trying to rip me off?"

I hit a nerve, and the other person didn't say anything for a long time before finally sending an animated emoji.

Taoist priest: [Slides down and kneels].

She just wanted to show off a little, so she didn't pursue the matter too much.

Her husband, Qin Boyue, has opened branches all over the country. Apart from a few overseas, she still needs to sign the more important documents in China.

That afternoon, the company's management called again to urge her to go. She tidied herself up a bit and prepared to take a taxi there, since driving was too inconvenient, and Uncle Li was getting old and didn't like being bossed around.

Ni Qing wore a fitted blue dress, her long hair was styled into a bun, and she wore a Klein blue headband, looking pure and energetic.

Standing by the roadside trying to hail a taxi, occasionally a man will approach with ill intentions and ask, "Miss, can I add you on WeChat?"

Ni Qing stepped aside as usual: "I'm married."

The man chuckled awkwardly: "Getting married so young?"

Clearly not believing her, Ni Qing continued, "She is married, widowed, and has no plans to remarry at the moment."

Qin Boyue was also an old fox; he made it clear in the will that his property would be donated if he remarried or started a relationship.

It wasn't because I cared about her, but because I didn't want her to have a good time.

She waved, and a taxi immediately drove up. Just as she opened the car door to get in, someone called out to her.

"Ni Qing? Is your name Ni Qing?"

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she turned to look back.

The female lead, Sun Yuru, stood quietly behind her, her expression somewhat uneasy. Ni Qing feigned sudden realization and asked, "You're that person from that day, how do you know my name?"

Just as Sun Yuru was about to speak, she saw the evil spirit Qin Boyue, who had come with her, step aside and walk up to her. His eyes were full of infatuation and obsession, carrying a destructive intent that disregarded everything.

The more beautiful something is, the more you want to destroy it.

Today's prey looks especially delicious.

He walked over slowly, his long, slender fingers playfully lifting her chin as he carefully examined her exquisite features, offering generous praise: "Not bad, very beautiful."

Seeing that Sun Yuru was not speaking, Ni Qing felt a slight itch on her chin and couldn't help but frown and look away.

The itching was gone. Qin Boyue looked at his somewhat transparent fingertips. Not long after touching Ni Qing, that damned talisman had worked again.

However, his current abilities are insufficient even to solidify a physical form, let alone forcibly attach it.

"Is there anything else? I have to go now." Ni Qing had also lost her patience. Just as the driver urged her a few times, she prepared to get into the car.

In desperation, Sun Yuru had no choice but to speak up and stop her: "Do you know who the evil spirit haunting you is?"

This seemed to have caught the other person's attention. She slowly straightened up, her face somewhat expressionless: "What do you mean?"

Sun Yuru was intimidated by her appearance and couldn't help but have second thoughts. Seeing Qin Boyue's indifferent eyes, she spoke again: "I know who is bothering you. I can help you get rid of her."

Ni Qing glanced at her with a half-smile: "Is the little girl not feeling well? What ghosts are there in this world?"

Seeing that she had taken the bait, Sun Yuru began to play hard to get: "Okay, if you don't want to hear it, then I'll be leaving now."

Ni Qing's eyes flickered slightly, and she subconsciously stopped him: "Stop."

Qin Boyue, hidden in the shadows, curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

"Hello, are you getting on the bus or not?" the driver urged impatiently.

Ni Qing handed over the cash decisively: "I'm not going."

The two of them went to a nearby coffee shop.

Before the tea had even arrived, Ni Qing asked, seemingly impatiently, "Do you really have a way?"

Sun Yuru nodded, feigning profundity: "I've had the ability to see ghosts since I was a child, and even your name was told to me by the ghosts around you."

After a moment's thought, the other person slowly asked, "Does he know me?"

The female protagonist nodded quickly: "He told me that he is your husband, named Qin Boyue."

Upon hearing this name, Ni Qing's face turned deathly pale.