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

Ever since that day, Ni's mother has become mentally unstable and silent all day long, and she didn't even notice her daughter's strangely calm demeanor.

The day after the incident, debt collectors came and took the house, kicking them out. Ni Qing also didn't go to school, cutting off all contact with everyone there, and just as Shen Changsu had said, she never appeared again.

Ni Qing moved with her mother to a small town a bit further from the city center, renting a small room of about ten square meters. The eaves were low, there were no windows, and it was cramped and stuffy. A faint musty smell lingered.

The environment was excessively rudimentary. Ni's mother was sometimes lucid and sometimes confused, so she let her sleep on a small bed that was only 1.5 meters wide, while she herself huddled on the musty sofa.

She sleeps during the day and works at a bar at night. It's not that she can't find a good job; in the original story, she worked at a bar because the pay was extremely high.

How could the proud and pampered original owner endure such a bleak and hopeless life? But the reality was that she had to endure it. Even when faced with the groping hands of a customer, she simply refused with a pale face.

The once glamorous and confident original owner became insecure and pitiful. She even thought about ending it all with death, but she couldn't bear to leave her mother. She had someone to care about. Unlike her father, she didn't shirk her responsibilities. Ni Qing appreciated her few good qualities.

At first, the school didn't take it seriously, assuming that Ni Qing had skipped class. She didn't come on the first day, she didn't come on the second day, and she still wasn't seen on the third day.

Later, rumors circulated on the campus forum that Ni Qing had dropped out of school.

The teachers in the class were giving a passionate lecture. With one less troublesome student in the class, they were much happier teaching, but not entirely happy, because they discovered that the top student in the class had started sleeping during class.

The teacher looked at Shen Changsu, who was lying down, with a complicated expression. He didn't know how to remind him. Although he didn't listen to the lecture, his grades were still very good. At the same time, the new transfer student, Song Qin, also did well, ranking second.

So they just let it go.

Shen Changsu lay motionless on the desk, his face buried in his arms, his eyes closed, revealing no emotion.

Not long after, he changed his posture, facing the desk inside, his long eyelashes lowered, his lips slightly pressed down, staring blankly at the empty space beside him.

So Ni Qing really isn't coming to school because of what he said that day? He recalled the girl's initial stunned expression, her voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of grievance despite her illness.

The blush on her pretty face faded, her moist eyes curved into crescents, and she spoke with a soft smile.

He closed his eyes briefly, concealing his trembling pupils.

Clearly... that's not what he meant to say that day.

He didn't know what reason to call her, but even though he disliked her, he couldn't help but look for her and want to be with her.

Shen Changsu felt a headache coming on, and the tearing pain made his face turn pale.

After school, he drove directly to Ni Qing's house. The once lively and warm place was now dark, and there was a conspicuous seal on the door.

His bewildered expression grew even more fearful.

He didn't know where this fear came from; he just stood helplessly downstairs. Uncle Li's worried voice sounded from behind, trying to persuade him to go home, but he seemed not to hear it.

His tall, slender figure remained upright, standing motionless under the streetlight. His gaze was unfocused as he stared at the door, its dark shadow stretching long and menacingly into the darkness.

He stood downstairs all night.

He was jolted awake at the break of dawn. As if returning to his initial languid state, he moved his stiff body home to wash up, feeling a lingering sense that his memory was distorted.

After washing up, I went straight to school and found Yan Yue.

"You're asking about Ni Qing?" Yan Yue stood in the hallway, looking surprised. She then shook her head and said helplessly, "I don't know where she went. Maybe she doesn't want to go to school anymore. I sent her a message but she didn't reply, and the number she called is no longer in service."

The boy was dressed in an impeccable school uniform, with a cool and aloof expression.

For some reason, she seemed to sense that the academic genius in front of her was very sad. He forced a smile, and his clear voice became a little hoarse: "Okay, thank you."

-

Two years later.

The city at night is bustling with traffic and dazzling lights—a nightlife scene for the wealthy. Ni Qing, dressed in a black top and skirt, and wearing high heels, stands at the cashier's counter.

Her black hair and red lips were striking, her beautiful curls cascading down to her waist, and her fair skin was dazzling. Two years later, her skin remained radiant and exquisite.

The system directly set the time to two years in advance, making it convenient for Ni Qing to schedule a time.

"Sister Ni, thank you for covering my shift. I'm back." The receptionist who went to the restroom smiled apologetically. Ni Qing's red lips curved slightly, and she said in a light tone, "It's alright."

She had a walkie-talkie clipped to her waist, the black earpiece hidden in her black hair.

"We'd like a dozen beers for room 306."

The boss's voice came through the earphones.

She placed her slender fingers on the earphone and tapped it casually: "Received."

There's not much of the storyline left. Although time has jumped, she can still feel that her body is extremely weak. She often feels dizzy, has low blood sugar, and is still very sleepy even though she has slept for a long time.

She mustered her spirits, grabbed a dozen beers from the warehouse, and casually put on a black mask, revealing her beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

Upon arriving at room 306, she knocked on the door. It seemed very noisy inside, and no one answered immediately. It was a large private room, fully equipped with everything, but it was expensive.

She steadied herself and knocked on the door again. This time, someone finally heard her and came to open it.

Even with a mask on, she still habitually smiled, but for a moment, her lips paused.

Yan Yue opened the door.

The lights were dim, and she didn't recognize Ni Qing. She simply accepted the wine from his hand politely. Inside, it was a lively and bustling high school graduation party.

The students secretly met up at a bar and drank until they were completely drunk.

Song Qin, dressed in casual clothes, sat by the door. Yan Yue didn't notice Ni Qing's complicated expression, but she did.

Just as Ni Qing was about to leave, she called out, "Wait a minute."

Ni Qing paused, meeting Song Qin's probing gaze.

"Hello, guest, is there anything else you need?" Her answer was businesslike and impeccable.

Song Qin felt strange but denied it. It shouldn't be that person. Although their eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar, how could that kind of person speak to her so politely?

But looking at those familiar features made her inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Get a few more bottles of red wine."

That was all she could say.

Ni Qing subconsciously assumed that Song Qin had stopped causing trouble and turned to get the red wine. But she underestimated Song Qin's wariness.

"Go get another bottle of liquor."

"A dozen more beers, please."

"Another dozen of fruit wines, please."

"Any fruit?"

The bar staff looked at Ni Qing, who was busy running around, with concern, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Do you have a grudge against this person?"

The girl smiled brightly: "There are countless grudges, I don't remember them all."

Indeed, any customer who flirted with Ni Qing or tried to take advantage of her was beaten up by her in private. Although she didn't say it outright, they instinctively knew it was her.

She could beat people black and blue, yet they couldn't find any fault with her, making those customers grit their teeth in hatred.