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

If Bai Guanqing doesn't leave, she can't openly take out her ointment. Originally, she could have suffered less for a few days, but now it seems she still has to endure the torment.

"Turn off the light." She stared blankly at the rafters, then obediently settled herself on the bed. The man stepped forward, the chains on his ankles clanging heavily, and soon the room fell into a dark silence.

The girl placed her hands on her abdomen, her breathing gradually becoming even. Bai Guanqing sat lazily on the floor beside the bed, one hand resting under his bent knee, his expression unreadable.

It has an eerie feel, like a master and dog.

He barely slept all night, becoming alert at the slightest sound.

As Ni Qing had expected, He Yingyue was efficient in her work. The next day, she brought someone to demand Bai Guanqing's return.

“Miss Ni, I have given you a man as I said. Please return my guard to me.” Her pretty face was full of seriousness.

The man behind him was dressed simply, with exquisite, even alluring, features that were difficult to discern as male or female. His gaze was fixed on the master he was about to serve, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Ni Qing stared at him calmly, managing to glean a hint of shyness from him. He seemed innocent, but was actually a seasoned veteran.

"Is it brand new?" she asked with interest.

Although He Yingyue didn't know what "first-hand goods" meant, she could guess the gist of it.

She disliked this vulgar way of speaking.

“Of course.” She said expressionlessly, then looked at Bai Guanqing, who was chained up, and nodded slightly, her expression warm: “You’ve suffered these past few days.”

The latter glanced at her but didn't reply. He Yingyue didn't care; this bodyguard was mute anyway, and she didn't expect him to be grateful to her.

Ni Qing rested her chin on her hand, pondering for a moment: "It's possible, but—"

"But what? The eldest daughter of the richest family wouldn't try to renege on her debt, would she?" He Yingyue's heart skipped a beat. She was most afraid of these kinds of people who were like chewing gum, unreasonable and difficult to reason with.

"Your precious little guard might have to be returned to you a little later," she said with a smile. The masked man in black stared at her calmly, as if he could see right through her scheme.

"Why?! We clearly agreed on the terms back then." He Yingyue said angrily.

"You just randomly handed me someone. How am I supposed to know if he has a sexually transmitted disease, or if he's a spy sent by your general's mansion?" she said bluntly and mercilessly.

He Yingyue sneered: "Dirty disease? You're lucky you don't have it, so what are you afraid of?"

Ni Qing smiled without saying a word, not taking her somewhat sarcastic words to heart at all, while Bai Guanqing, standing behind her, slowly frowned.

"I'll put my words here: I need someone to carefully examine this new guest. If there are no problems after three days, Bai Guanqing, you can take him away. I will not stop you."

The black-clad guard lowered his eyes, his gaze flickering, unfathomable.

He Yingyue was somewhat angry, but the rest of her was nervous. The person she brought was her confidant, Li Yan, whom she had grown up with since childhood and who had taken care of her daily life.

Although he wasn't sent to be a spy, he was indeed quite the womanizer in private. After all, with his looks, it was unlikely he would behave himself.

I've heard he has unusual fetishes in bed, I wonder...

Oh well, bad people will be punished by other bad people.

She was in a passive position from the start. Ni Qing's words were not a discussion, but a direct notification. She had no choice but to agree.

"Then I'll come back in three days." She glared at the girl, then turned and led her entourage away angrily.

After the large entourage had left, Ni Qing slowly began to observe her new male favorite, Li Yan. Although her gaze wasn't intense, it subtly revealed a hint of anticipation.

That expectant look made her very uncomfortable.

"What's your name?" She was no longer the smiling, easy-going person she had been just moments before; instead, her expression was cold and icy, her brows furrowed and her tone slightly impatient.

The man, unaware of her rapid emotional shift, could only cautiously reply, "This servant calls for Li Yan."