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

Inside the luxurious suite, Lin Yan sat drowsily on the edge of the bed, the world spinning before his eyes, an indescribable heat spreading from his body upwards.

In the next room, a girl in a black dress sat in front of a vanity mirror, leisurely tidying her hair, waiting for the plot to unfold.

"What should I do? I feel so sorry for the original owner's parents. They are so old, they will definitely not be able to withstand public opinion." Ni Qing admired her fair skin and red lips, a touch of brilliance spreading to the corners of her eyes.

"Try to think positively. Treat them like fictional characters. The story would still be the same even without you. Instead, you should think about yourself. After all, you're the one who lost your innocence."

103 offered a carefree consolation.

"It's alright, I have the Puppet Card." She didn't seem to care much, licking her full, rosy lips; the drug was already taking effect.

"But are you sure the male lead will go to save the female lead?" 103 was somewhat skeptical, as the current plot involving Shen Changsu was already beyond repair.

Ni Qing's face showed a rare hint of distress: "How about we skip this step and go directly to Lin Yan? Then, if we're exposed later, we can just admit what we did and go offline in glory."

103 remained silent for a moment, then unusually agreed.

The effects of the medicine came in waves. When she stood up, her legs were weak for a moment, her face flushed, and her eyes were shimmering with moisture, making her look bewitchingly evil.

She stumbled open the door, walked into the next room, and pressed her slender, pale fingertips on the keypad lock, trying to recall the password.

Her hand trembled the first time, and she typed it wrong. She shook her head, trying to stay focused, and typed it again. The second time it worked. She smiled and was about to push the door open when a shadow suddenly loomed behind her.

Immediately afterward, a long, slender, fair hand firmly gripped her wrist as she opened the door. Startled, she instinctively turned her head, her gaze wary.

The boy was backlit, tall and slender, a full head taller than Ni Qing. Ni Qing blinked, trying hard to make out who it was.

The other person was wearing a slightly disheveled white shirt and was breathing rapidly, as if they had rushed over.

"You... like Lin Yan?" His gaze was cold, a violent chill surging around him, his dark eyes fixed on her like a hawk's unblinking stare.

Ni Qing subconsciously took a step back, her back slamming heavily against the door, only then realizing that the person who came in was actually the male lead, Shen Changsu.

"No, I have a headache and want to find a room to rest," she stammered, completely unaware of how conspicuous she looked at that moment.

Shen Changsu scoffed coldly, unable to resist retorting, "Whether it's as you say or not, you should know better than I do. Besides, you were the one who helped Lin Yan into the room."

"What benefits did Lin Yan give you that made you willing to go to this extent? Would you do this for anyone who offered you something? And why did you have to choose a day like today? Who are you trying to annoy?"

His tone grew increasingly agitated, his eyes reddened, and his voice eventually became hoarse and trembling.

Ni Qing felt the pressure on her wrist increasing. She frowned and tried to pull away, but couldn't. She looked up at the boy, her gaze distant for the first time: "Please let go of me..."

She bit her tongue, feeling hot and uncomfortable.

Shen Changsu seemed utterly enraged. His eyes turned cold, and he suddenly pulled her into his arms, gripping her slender waist tightly. He said, "What? Not going to explain? Instead of relying on Lin Yan, why don't you come to me? Didn't you say you liked me...?"

"Explain yourself, Ni Qing... You can lie to me, I'll believe you—"

He buried his face in the girl's neck in despair, his tone revealing a barely perceptible helplessness and panic.

"Let go of me first, you—" Ni Qing realized something was wrong, but he was holding her too tightly. She was already having trouble breathing, and now she was even more breathless. She couldn't help but push him away, but froze the next second—

I felt the warmth of liquid against my neck.

She stopped struggling, lowered her gaze, and even the most oblivious person understood at that moment.

Ni Qing was silent for a moment before responding to his embrace, coaxing him gently, "No, I've been looking for you, it's always been you."

Are you lying to me now?

The man's muffled voice came through.

“No.” Her tone remained unchanged. “I’m telling the truth.”

Whether the other person believed it or not, the girl's hands around her waist tightened even more.

"Don't look for him, come find me." The boy's gaze was inscrutable.

Ni Qing nodded repeatedly: "Okay."

"Then can you let go of me now?"

"No."

Ni Qing: "..."

She was a little worried about Lin Yan's condition. They had been talking at the door for so long, but there was no sound from inside the house, as if he were dead.

"Shall we go back to our room first? It's not appropriate to stand here," Ni Qing comforted her.

Shen Changsu hummed in agreement, slowly raised his face, revealing his somewhat moist black eyes, and his eyebrows and eyes, as red as if they had been painted with ink. He lowered his head, silently took Ni Qing's hand, and walked towards his room.

Ni Qing let him lead her, while she pondered her plans.

She's completely defiant now, refusing to believe there can be any more bizarre plot twists. For the sake of her own life, she has no choice but to appease the male lead's emotions for now.

Just then, a sudden surge of heat rushed through her, causing her to stumble and almost fall to her knees. Fortunately, the boy beside her noticed in time and caught her.

"What's wrong?" the boy asked softly.

"My legs... my legs are weak." Ni Qing was a little embarrassed. She didn't dare to look him in the eye at all. She could only lower her head, revealing her fair and slender nape. Her hair was a little messy, but it did not affect her beauty at all.

Shen Changsu had calmed down. He narrowed his eyes and lazily reached out to lift her up effortlessly. The sudden lift caught her off guard, and she instinctively tightened her grip.

She heard a soft chuckle escape the boy's lips.

"Don't be love-struck," the system's lifeless voice echoed in her mind. "There's no future for you two."

The girl's beautiful face, hidden in the shadows, looked particularly cunning: "Don't worry, I'm just looking for a breakthrough."

As for what breakthrough point might be, she doesn't want to say yet.

Soon they arrived at the room where Shen Changsu had changed clothes. The suite was clean and tidy. Ni Qing struggled to get out of his arms and scrambled into the bathroom, thoughtfully locking the door behind her.

The boy's upturned lips pressed down slightly.

Ni Qing soaked in cold water and didn't come out until she felt better. She ignored Shen Changsu sitting on the sofa and went straight to the French windows.

The sky outside was a bit dark, with large patches of dark clouds, and the faint sound of wind could be heard. Occasionally, a silent flash of lightning would appear.

It's going to rain.

She thought about it casually.

"I'll show you something." Ni Qing's tone was a little serious. She took the prop from her spatial storage in her palm and hid it discreetly behind her back. She then walked towards the boy.

Shen Changsu was stunned for a moment, then saw the girl holding a dark-colored card in her hand. She held the card up to his eyes, flipped it over, and whispered, "What is this?"

"Hypnosis Card".

A hoarse voice obediently rang out.

The next second, the boy seemed to have suddenly lost his soul. His eyes became unfocused and empty. He stared at the card stiffly and woodenly, forced into a hypnotic state.

Ni Qing's expression remained calm and composed, her red lips slightly parted—