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

However, Zhuzhu should have known her young mistress's character long ago. Bringing a man back for no reason was definitely not a good thing. All she had to do was to be deaf and blind.

"I'm sorry, I was being presumptuous. I'll leave now." After all, she was just a young virgin, and normally she would have run away long ago if she encountered such a situation. So she lowered her head, blushing, and picked up the basin to leave.

"Zhu, Zhu-----" came the sound of the young lady gritting her teeth from behind.

When she turned around again, the taciturn bodyguard was already standing properly.

"What's wrong, Miss?" she asked, puzzled.

Ni Qing remained silent for a moment. Just moments ago, she had looked gloomy and irritable, but when she looked up again, she had regained her usual smiling expression: "Find someone to go to the dark dungeon and find some leg irons."

Zhu Zhu thought to herself that this was going to be very exciting, and immediately went down to prepare.

Once everyone was alone, Ni Qing's smile faded considerably. She narrowed her eyes slightly, giving Bai Guanqing a disdainful look. The next instant, she raised her hand and delivered a crisp slap to his face.

"Snapped--"

This time, Bai Guanqing didn't dodge, perhaps knowing that his behavior just now was extremely inappropriate, and instead obediently accepted the slap.

The man was dressed in a fitted black suit, his dark hair swaying slightly in the wind. His indifferent and deep phoenix eyes held no other emotion, except that the corners of his eyes were a little red. He did not look at her, but simply readjusted his mask, which was about to fall off.

Ni Qing remained expressionless, but secretly grimaced and shook her numb hand.

Damn, the mask is as hard as iron; no wonder the male lead didn't resist.

Don't let her end up bullying someone and getting herself into a minor injury.

"Give him a lesson, or he'll start getting all over her." After calming her slightly agitated emotions, she slowly lay down again, coquettishly saying, "Speaking of which, you just saw your beloved master, why didn't you come out to acknowledge him? Could it be that you really want something to happen between us?"

He looked as if he were discussing a problem with a close friend, a stark contrast to his previous indifferent attitude.

Bai Guanqing remained silent as always, unmoved by her veiled flirting. Ni Qing, unfazed, continued with relish: "I've seen at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, men like you. Zhou Lian was just like you when he first arrived, and now he's completely infatuated, isn't he?"

The short fifteen minutes turned into a bragging session.

Bai Guanqing calmly watched her casual demeanor, his hand involuntarily clenching into a fist at his side, a strange anger rising within him. He opened his mouth, wanting to say, "I would never like someone like you."

But I swallowed the words back; there was no need, and talking to her would be a waste of breath.

Even so, Ni Qing continued her tirade, verbally abusing him one-sidedly: "You're smart enough not to show up at that time. Your master, He Yingyue, wanted to exchange other men with me. They're prettier than you, so they're somewhat useful."

Bai Guanqing laughed in exasperation. He wasn't mute; his reluctance to speak stemmed from childhood training. He knew this so-called young lady was playing word games to provoke him, yet he was still provoked by this clumsy little trick.

Just when the girl in white thought she hadn't gained anything today, the other party spoke up: "Arrogant and self-righteous."

The man's voice was a little deep and husky, which was surprisingly pleasant to listen to.

The girl raised an eyebrow: "Oh, you can talk."

System 103 couldn't help but sigh: "If you continue like this, even Great-Grandma, who has been dead for hundreds of years, will be brought back to life by your anger."

As they were talking, Zhuzhu finally arrived with her servants. They were dressed in coarse linen clothes and were struggling to carry a thick iron chain that looked to weigh at least several tens of kilograms.

Zhuzhu: "Miss, you've gone a bit too far this time..."

“Go and put it on him,” Ni Qing said slowly.

The servants glanced at the tall, burly guards, feeling intimidated, and some dared not step forward. Only after being glared at by Ni Qing did they slowly step forward, squat down, and fasten their shackles.

Fortunately, the man in black did not refuse to cooperate.

Bai Guanqing didn't take it seriously. He hadn't cared about such chains since he was a child. They might be difficult for others to walk on, but they were commonplace for him.