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

Eventually, the staff couldn't stand it anymore and sent someone else to deliver the wine, but the people inside kicked them out, insisting that Ni Qing deliver it.

Ni Qing smiled helplessly and continued running errands.

Through this process, they discovered the situation inside. Almost everyone in the class was there, and the two years had made them even more youthful and vibrant, except for the male lead.

She breathed a sigh of relief. She could tell that Song Qin hadn't recognized her, which avoided some trouble. After all, if they found out that the young lady had turned into a waitress, their reactions would be incredibly turbulent.

Her vision blurred, and the familiar symptoms of low blood sugar kicked in. She gritted her teeth, quickly asked her boss for leave, changed her clothes, and left the bar.

Blood surged in my throat.

Is it finally her turn to vomit blood, like in soap operas? She thought casually.

As she turned into the dark alley, she suddenly sensed something was wrong. A long shadow was following her, moving at a leisurely pace.

There was hardly anyone around, and even the streetlights were flickering. The only sound was the rhythmic footsteps coming from the dark and quiet path; the person making the move didn't seem to be trying to hide their presence.

These days, there are more and more perverts.

There was a fork in the road ahead. The time was right; she turned the corner and stopped, silently hugging the wall. Just as she suspected, the person was indeed following her.

As the crisp, clean scent wafted towards her, her eyes sharpened, and she clenched her fist, striking directly at his face. Although she was currently weak, this unexpected attack would still leave the freak stunned for a long time.

That's what she thought, but the person who came was faster. With a sharp movement, he subconsciously restrained her wrist and pressed her hard against the wall. His tall and noble figure was backlit by the moonlight, so his face was not visible.

She began to speak sweet words: "Brother, you're hurting my wrist so much, can you loosen it first—" Before she could finish speaking, her slender fingers quickly pulled off her mask, revealing her breathtakingly beautiful face in the moonlight, and the person in front of her was instantly stunned.

She was confused, and the feeling of powerlessness at the mercy of others frustrated her.

The next second, a large hand forcefully turned her face to the side, and long, slender, white fingertips pressed against her delicate lips, amplifying the cool breath.

The boy's kiss was irresistible, and Ni Qing froze on the spot, her gaze widening.

The cool, fragrant scent filled her nostrils, and the attack came fiercely and roughly. He pried open her lips and teeth and probed inside, impatiently continuing the kiss.

Ni Qing's lips gradually became red, swollen, and numb, with a fine, spreading pain. She pressed herself against his chest with all her might, but was unable to move.

"Um, it's not that I'm trying to get attention, but the Red Moon Star seems to be on this person." The system's aloof voice rang in my mind.

Ni Qing paused in her shoving, which only escalated into more violent actions. The boy's hand was like cold jade, icy and white in the moonlight, as he slowly moved it to the girl's delicate, slender nape.

He rubbed his palm together with a little force, forcing her closer. Ni Qing's face was ugly; being taken advantage of by a pervert was not a pleasant feeling at all.

"What's the meaning."

She thought coldly to herself.

“This person is Shen Changsu,” it paused, its tone somewhat intrigued, “I can sense the Red Moon Star you lost on him, but it’s not just on his body, it’s more like it’s fused with him.”

"in addition--"

Its tone was deep: "Your hypnosis card has been broken by your Red Moon Star."

Ni Qing: "..."

"Shen Changsu." The girl in his arms suddenly bit his lip, calling his name through gritted teeth. As expected, the boy's body stiffened.

It was impossible to discern the expression on Shen Changsu's face.

The girl's eyes were blurry with tears from the rough treatment she had just received, her face flushed from lack of oxygen, and she was breathing slightly heavily.

"Student Ni is quite capable," he said in a hoarse voice.

The voice was very soft, yet it sent chills down her spine.

Two years later, Shen Changsu had grown even taller, with a slender and noble figure, but this time he was even more indifferent and gloomy than two years ago.

He spoke again: "How did you do that? How could you make me forget everything?"

Ni Qing thought it best not to hit someone who was smiling, and was just about to force a smile when the wound on her lip almost made her face contort: ​​"What are you doing here?"

This is a remote town. Her classmates probably thought they would be too conspicuous in the city bars, so it makes sense that they came here instead. But she clearly saw that the male lead didn't appear.

"I saw you on my way to the graduation party," he said, playing along. He could tell that Ni Qing didn't want to talk about it, but it didn't matter if she didn't, since they had already found her.

I probably didn't see her working there.

Ni Qing felt relieved, but she still couldn't help but notice the distance between them: "Could you let go of me first?"

He didn't move, but instead asked, "Are we together now?"

Ni Qing: "...Good question."

Her silence seemed to anger the boy. His narrow eyes slanted upwards, and his features, like ink paintings, were elegant and indifferent: "You said you liked me, and now I like you too, so we're together, right?"

"Actually, we haven't seen each other for two years, right? I think feelings are something..." she tried to change the subject again.

I advise you to think it over carefully before you speak.

There was something terrifying in his eyes. He was smiling, but the air was thick with a tense, oppressive atmosphere. He was like a demon coming to claim a life under the moonlight, smiling as he held a scythe to Ni Qing's neck.

Gentle yet eerie.

"Do you know what my strengths are?" Ni Qing suddenly raised her head, her face serious, and continued before he could answer, "My only strength is that I listen to advice."

Shen Changsu: "...The legendary 'tough on the tough, not on the soft'?"

In a moment of crisis, the cell phone rings out of nowhere.

Ni Qingteng answered the call: "Mom."

As soon as Ni's mother regained consciousness, she realized that her daughter was not by her side, and immediately made a hurried phone call.

"Where are you, little girl?"

"I'll be right back," she said before hanging up. Ni's mother's condition remains serious, so she spends most of her time in a nursing home, only being taken out occasionally.

Shen Changsu stood silently, staring intently at Ni Qing's profile, his eyes dark.

Since Ni Qing disappeared two years ago, he has continued to do what he was supposed to do as always. To outsiders, it seems like it has nothing to do with him, but every night, this feeling of not knowing what he has lost always torments him.

The splitting headaches and insomnia he suffered every night almost drove him to despair, and even after consulting a psychologist, nothing could be found to help him.

Until one night, he drank heavily and leaned against the bed, waiting for the familiar pain to torment his nerves. Every time this happened, he would remember that last time after school, the girl standing motionless by the roadside, her figure finally swallowed by the darkness.

That night, the pain didn't come, and he went to the bathroom to take a shower. There, he noticed a barely noticeable red mark on the back of his fair neck.

The dark moon and red star intertwined, faintly glowing hot, and he remembered everything.