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

As time went on, there were basically no more customers coming in. Standing in the center of the crowd, Shen's father could still be seen looking handsome in his youth.

"Thank you all for taking the time to come to my son's birthday party. Please make yourselves at home."

Shen Changsu stood beside his father, his expression indifferent.

Ni Qing had free time to herself, and idly ate small cakes while rejecting several men who tried to chat her up.

Song Qin walked over gracefully, a sweet smile on her face: "Why are you here all alone? It must be boring. Why don't you come and sit with us for a while and chat?"

Her tone was gentle, like that of a lady of the house, while Ni Qing was a down-on-her-luck heiress who was ignored by everyone.

Ni Qing's fair and slender swan neck was truly outstanding. She glanced lightly at the sofa, and her bright red rose earrings shone brightly under the light.

Just as she was worrying about how to proceed with her plan, she felt sleepy and someone conveniently offered her a pillow. She smiled calmly and said, "Okay."

A barely perceptible hint of annoyance flashed across Song Qin's face, but she still led Ni Qing to sit down next to Lin Yan.

"I thought you wouldn't come." Lin Yan was already a little tipsy, and his eyes were direct and filled with desire as he looked at Ni Qing.

Ni Qing said with a forced smile, "So you really think that way."

Lin Yan: “…”

He seemed to be quite drunk, and actually asked the waiter for a pen, took out a check from his pocket, wrote down a string of numbers, and handed it to Ni Qing.

"What do you think about what I said last time? Playing with me won't hurt you."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for those sitting around him to hear, drawing their attention to what was going on.

Ni Qing slowly accepted the check: "You think you can get rid of me with just this little bit of money—"

and many more.

She stared wide-eyed at the check.

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, father...

She felt a pang of heartache, but outwardly she still reluctantly refused: "Is this all the money you're giving a beggar? Is Young Master Lin really that stingy?"

Lin Yan wasn't annoyed: "How could that be? It's just a small gift. How about you consider it?"

Ni Qing sat languidly, and upon hearing this, she looked up with a smile on her lips. Just as she was about to speak, a cold, deep voice came from beside her: "What are you talking about?"

She glanced up at the tall, slender boy and smiled gently, saying, "Happy birthday, Changsu."

Shen Changsu lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow, and his originally taut lips relaxed for a moment.

Ni Qing turned her head, picked up a glass of red wine from the coffee table, and slowly handed it to him, "Would you like to toast us, Young Master Shen?"

The boy's eyes flickered for a moment, and he reached out to take it, but Song Qin, who had been seemingly invisible, appeared to realize something and hurriedly snatched it away: "Wait a minute—"

Her movements were too sudden and unexpected; the red wine spilled onto her expensive suit during the abrupt action, leaving a small dark stain.

Shen Changsu's expression turned cold at a visible speed.

Song Qin realized she had made a mistake, and she stammered an apology: "I'm sorry, Chang Su, I just... I just thought this wine was a bit too strong..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a soft laugh from the person next to him.

Ni Qing blinked and teased, "Haven't you ever drunk red wine before, Song? How can this wine have such a high alcohol content?"

Song Qin's face turned ashen, and she gave an awkward laugh.

"I'll change my clothes and come back later." Shen Changsu was extremely displeased. He said coldly and turned to leave.

Song Qin avoided eye contact and waited five minutes before casually saying, "Um, I'm going to the restroom."

After speaking, she stood up, straightened her skirt, and walked in the direction the boy had left. Ni Qing took another sip of wine, pondering the plot.

Since Lin Yan drank all the wine in the original story anyway, she might as well let him drink it. After a moment's thought, she casually touched the rim of the glass with her fingertips and handed it to Lin Yan.

"I'll consider what you say. Would you do me the honor of having a drink with me?" She raised an eyebrow, watching Lin Yan take the glass, a triumphant glint in her eyes.

"Of course we should listen to what a beauty says." Lin Yan laughed ostentatiously, downing the wine in one gulp with a very bold and unrestrained manner.

Although she didn't understand why the original owner had drugged her as well, she still took a small sip, trying to make it look convincing.

On the other side, Shen Changsu took off his suit jacket, leaving only a white shirt, thankfully without any red wine spilled inside.

He opened the door, stepped out of the suite, paused upon seeing the newcomer, and said expressionlessly, "What are you doing here, Song?"

Song Qin stood awkwardly at the door, cautiously saying, "You absolutely mustn't drink the wine Ni Qing gave you. My friend said she bought aphrodisiacs. Although I don't know who she's going to give them to—it could be Lin Yan—it's always better to be cautious. You..."

She looked up, intending to finish her sentence, when she suddenly met the boy's sinister gaze.

She had never seen the boy with such a terrifying expression. His aura was icy and violent, his dark eyes were deep and sharp, churning with an overwhelming and unknown emotion. His lips were a little pale as he said, word by word, "What did you say?"

He took a step forward, but Song Qin subconsciously took a step back. She swallowed hard, her lips trembling, and her voice seemed to start to tremble. Just as she was about to speak, she saw the boy stride away.

The boy hurried downstairs. The wealthy young men around him were about to approach him for a chat, but the boy simply walked away without even blinking, seemingly not considering how rash his actions were.

His heart pounded wildly, and he couldn't help but press his chest. He quickened his pace, his face turning ashen. When he reached the sofa he had been sitting on and saw that it was empty, he became even paler.

He grabbed a waiter at random and asked in a cold tone, "Where is the female customer who was sitting here earlier?"

Each waiter is responsible for a section, but not everyone can attend to everyone's needs. He could only stammer, "I'm not sure. There were two ladies sitting here before. Which one are you referring to?"

“The pretty one,” he said coldly.

The waiter was even more exasperated. He felt the boy grip his hand even tighter, and he could feel the dull pain even through his uniform. In his eyes, both guests were very beautiful, but he didn't know which one this guy preferred based on his taste.

Shen Changsu realized that he couldn't explain himself clearly, so he slowly said, "The one in the black tuxedo."

The waiter breathed a sigh of relief and said, "She had a drink with the young master sitting over here, and then they went back to their room one after the other."

Shen Changsu pursed his lips, not entirely satisfied with the answer, but time was limited, so he let go of her hand and strode quickly toward the monitoring room.

"What are you rushing around for? Come and chat with your uncles—" Mr. Shen couldn't help but call out when he saw his son walking around.

The latter left with a "wait a moment" and disappeared from public view.

The hotel's second floor has suites, which are there so guests can rest if they feel unwell. All we need to do is check the corridor surveillance footage...