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

The chaotic music stopped, and the dazzling lights ceased their flickering. Some people, sensing something was wrong, immediately made their escape.

Soon, only a few people left, including Yan Yue, Shen Changsu, the drunk Lin Yan, and Song Qin.

The boy sat languidly, and the dim light made the sinister look in his eyes even more terrifying. The violent and manic aura around him made everyone present flinch, but he still curled his lips into a smile, his eyes crinkling, and a chilling laugh came from his throat.

They seemed to have never seen him so angry before. Even Song Qin, her lips pale, took a few steps back, her unusually clear mind making her deeply regret her impulsive action.

"Please say it again, okay?" He even used honorifics very politely, sitting lazily and coolly on the leather sofa with his legs crossed and his hands casually resting on either side of his legs.

Song Qin trembled and stammered, "It's possible I'm mistaken. I just think they look alike, but it's also possible they aren't—"

She suddenly fell silent, and the boy had already stood up.

His height of 1.87 meters made him particularly intimidating.

"You mean, you were just slandering me?" He laughed again. He rarely laughed, but now, seeing his expression, no one dared to approach him.

"Don't rush into it. If it really is Ni Qing, wouldn't that be a good thing for you? After all, you've run into her again," Yan Yue said, trying to keep her spirits up.

"Don't blame me for interrupting, but I gave her so much money back then and she still wouldn't be with me. Now you're saying she's selling herself here? Who are you insulting?" Lin Yan drunkenly smacked his lips, then suddenly laughed: "You never know. Ni Qing has long since fallen into the dust."

"Yan Yue, go and call the hotel manager over," Shen Changsu said succinctly, radiating an icy aura. Yan Yue, already worried about leaving, immediately retreated.

Not long after, the hotel manager, dressed in a suit, rushed over upon hearing the commotion. Sensing that something was amiss, he cautiously inquired, "Is this guest dissatisfied with our hotel's service?"

"Do you have a waitress here named Ni Qing?" he asked in a low voice.

The manager inwardly groaned, thinking that Ni Qing had caused trouble again, and immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, sir, was it because she didn't provide good service?"

These words made everyone present unhappy, including Song Qin.

She thought she had just mistaken someone for someone else, but it really was her—

She stole a glance at Shen Changsu.

The boy remained expressionless, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"It's alright, you can go now."

he said.

After saying that, he strode away, leaving the others behind to breathe a sigh of relief.

-

Ni Qing has been on leave for the past few days. Her mother's nursing home fees are due again, and she's been busy with that, so she doesn't have the energy to work late into the night.

The people at the bar all knew about her situation, so they were very lenient with her attendance. After all, who wants to work as a discriminated-again waitress at a bar every night?

The extreme fatigue of the past few days had left her pale and bloodless, her complexion lacking its usual vibrancy, her eyes showing dark circles, and even her bright red lips covered with a layer of gray.

She looked at the person in the mirror and muttered to herself, "Looks like a ghost."

The trash can at her feet was filled with miscellaneous tissues stained with blood. Her health was deteriorating day by day. Every morning, the first thing she did was to find the trash can and gag. At first, she couldn't vomit anything, but later, it started to vomit a little blood.

She casually made herself a packet of instant noodles. The soft and chewy noodles were soaked in the broth, and the vegetable packet looked and smelled delicious.

However, Ni Qing couldn't tell whether the food tasted good or not; her loss of taste made her lose interest in food.

She would rather not eat if she didn't have to go to work tonight.

The town lights at night exude a lively atmosphere, and people on the roadside are dressed in very simple shirts and shorts, just the time when they come out for a stroll after dinner.

Ni Qing strolled leisurely to the bar where she worked, changed into her work clothes, and the manager came over as if he had seen a savior, saying anxiously, "You've finally arrived! Someone has been wanting to see you these past few days, coming every day."

She had already applied her makeup beautifully, and her pretty, alluring eyes twitched slightly: "Haven't I offended anyone lately?"

"I don't know about that. He looks quite young and is still alive. Why don't you go and take a look?" he said.

Ni Qing didn't want to put him in a difficult position, so she nodded silently, mentally flipping through the blacklist of people she had beaten up, trying to recall who she had recently beaten.

It was still the same 306 private room, quiet inside, as if someone had booked the room for themselves. She instinctively felt that Song Qin had come to cause trouble again.

"Boom—boom"

"Hello, guest."

A familiar voice came from outside the door, and the boy on the sofa stirred. He was dressed in all black tonight, and the room was dark, as if he had blended into the night.

He held a nearly burnt-out cigarette between the knuckles of his slender, pale fingers; the smoldering embers were the only light in the private room.

Ni Qing didn't hear any movement, so she opened the door. The pungent smell of smoke made her cough for a long time. The hallway light didn't reach much, but she could still see cigarette butts all over the floor.

"Which chain smoker is here?" she muttered instinctively.

"Ni Qing." A familiar, calm voice rang out in the darkness.

Ni Qing paused, then quickly walked over, following her memory, intending to turn on the light. She tripped over something, and her knee slammed heavily against the corner of the coffee table.

The excruciating pain immediately brought tears to her eyes, and her weakened body prevented her from standing up for a long time.

"You can't even get up after falling on the carpet? Do you think your self-inflicted injury will work on me?" Shen Changsu spoke again, his tone still indifferent.

Knowing she was in the wrong, she stood up, leaning on the coffee table, and finally turned on the light.

The glaring light made both of them involuntarily close their eyes.

Ni Qingxian adjusted first. She looked at the boy. There were several empty wine bottles on the table. The alcohol content was not very high. It was probably just for entertainment. Cigarette butts were everywhere. Even his neat and expensive shirt was stained with the smell of tobacco.

Shen Changsu looked at Ni Qing, his eyes darting around, a strange feeling flashing through his mind.

Was Ni Qing this thin a few days ago?

Ni Qing's face was almost devoid of flesh, and her sharp chin made her look lifeless.

Ni Qing smiled and said, "Young Master Shen, are you here to show your support?"

Shen Changsu's expression completely vanished, and the corners of his mouth tightened impatiently.

"Be smart. You should know why I'm looking for you. Aren't you going to explain it to your boyfriend?" He seemed very fixated on the identity of this boyfriend.

Ni Qing didn't hide anything and explained on her own: "You should know that two years ago our family went bankrupt, my father jumped off a building and died, and my mother suffered a mental breakdown. This was on the news, wasn't it?"

Unable to borrow money to pay off my debts, I took odd jobs everywhere. But I'm a bad person and offended many people, so I was often targeted. I couldn't hold down a job for long, and debt collectors would come to the door from time to time. My mother was already in a bad state of mind, and seeing them would make things worse, so the landlord didn't want to rent to us anymore.

So we kept moving around until we arrived at this place. The people here treat us very well; they didn't even know we'd ended up in the suburbs. As for the work, the pay is quite high, which is enough.