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

Everyone: "..." Listen to this yourself, is it even reasonable?

Guo Xiaoyan advised with difficulty, "Men and women should not be too close, it's better if they don't live together."

Ji Yu frowned, and said listlessly, "Isn't Ni Qing my sister? What's wrong with living together?"

Guo Xiaoyan rarely saw Ji Yu so stubborn; no matter how she tried to persuade him, she couldn't calm him down. Was her gentle and obedient son entering his first rebellious phase?

"I don't want to live with you, I want to live with An Ran," Ni Qing said, dissatisfied. She had barely finished speaking when she saw An Ran's surprised gaze.

She probably thought she would readily agree.

Ji Yu glanced calmly at Ni Qing, his long, slender fingers easily enveloping her delicate wrist. He pulled her close, pointed to the tall apartment buildings in the distance, and said casually, "See that?"

"If you stay with me, I'll let you move into that building within two days."

He curled his lips into a beautiful smile, his tone confident, as if he was certain Ni Qing would agree.

Ni Qing gave a light "heh," as if to say, "You're just making empty promises, aren't you?"

She spoke blankly, "I agree."

As expected, he agreed, and the smile in the young man's eyes deepened.

Everyone wanted to say something more, but since the victim—or rather, the person involved—had already agreed, they didn't want to make a fool of themselves.

Chen Nini happily hugged Ni Qing's leg, which looked like a carrot from the girl's perspective.

At the far end of the bungalows was a public bathroom, separated for men and women, with partitions separating the rooms so you couldn't see anything. Ni Qing couldn't stand her dusty appearance any longer, so she grabbed a clean set of clothes and rushed over.

It contained a wide variety of shampoos and shower gels, all in disposable bags. A sign on the cold, tiled wall read: "Do not take more than you are allowed."

The only downside was that the water wasn't hot enough; it was a bit chilly. But Ni Qing wasn't willing to just wash up and leave like that. She insisted on washing for an hour before slowly drying herself off and getting dressed.

I didn't pay attention to the style when I picked up the clothes; I only knew they were white. Now that I'm about to wear them, I realize they're a dress, knee-length, and the style is a bit outdated.

The base probably assumed that women wouldn't go out to find supplies, so they provided them with skirts that weren't very practical, which they could wear casually around the base.

A beautiful young woman stood hesitantly in the bathroom, her thick, curled eyelashes fluttering like butterflies about to take flight, shivering slightly from the chill of her recent shower.

Her fair skin turned a cherry blossom pink from the steam, her lips were bright red and glossy, and even the tip of her delicate nose had a pinkish hue.

Having something is better than not having anything.

She deftly put on a white dress and smoothed her slightly overgrown black hair. Despite the long queue outside, she seemed oblivious and walked out on her own.

The women stared at her blankly for a long time before they came to their senses.

How could a girl of such beauty be in a public bathhouse near a bungalow? Although the leader is a kind and good-hearted person, his only flaw is his lust.

Most of the women with any looks in the base are just casual affairs with the leader. In fact, most of them don't even need to go out to find supplies; they enjoy free suites in the apartments, complete with a kitchen, living room, bathroom, and bedroom.

The women who weren't chosen could only watch with envy.

Ni Qing recalled her room number and knocked on the door.

Ji Yu opened the door from inside the house. The tall and handsome young man was wearing a black bathrobe, with a brand-new white towel draped lazily around his neck, and his slightly damp hair was still dripping water.

Seeing the girl's shocked expression, he chuckled and explained, "I brought this myself."

Ni Qing composed herself and slowly walked into the house. Her long, black, wet hair reached her waist and she didn't dry it; even the back of her clothes was soaked.

Ji Yu frowned, tossed the towel from his neck to her, and it landed squarely on her head. He said in a flat tone, "Dry your hair. I don't like being covered with a wet blanket."

Ni Qing paused, then stammered, "You really want to sleep with me?"

The young man gave her a half-smile and said, "What did you expect? That I'd sleep on the floor while you two sleep in the bed?" He continued, seeing the girl's expression as if she'd just eaten shit, "If you don't like it, you can sleep on the floor yourself. I'm going to sleep in the bed."

She hesitated for a moment, then changed the subject: "Where's Chen Nini?"

He replied listlessly, "My mom picked me up to take a shower."

Not long after, Chen Nini was brought over by An Ran, wearing a small, worn but clean princess dress. She glanced into the room but couldn't see anything clearly.

“Teacher Ji, I’d like to talk to you alone.” An Ran looked at the young man with complicated feelings.

Ni Qing was quite excited upon hearing this; the female lead was probably jealous.

Ji Yu's emotions were unreadable. Perhaps he was thinking about how their relationship was quite good before his rebirth, so he gave her face and said, "Okay."

He blocked An Ran's view into the house and closed the door. The two walked silently, and if it weren't for the distance between them, they would have seemed like a good match.

“Teacher Ji, we were wrong about what happened last time. We acted too impulsively. If that person had died back then, perhaps Ni Qing’s father wouldn’t have…” A look of guilt flickered in her eyes.

Ji Yu said calmly, "It's good that you know. Is this what you wanted to talk about? You should have told my sister this, not me." After all, he had no feelings for Ni Yueguo.

An Ran was taken aback and couldn't help but roll her eyes, thankful for the benefit of the darkness, which meant the other party probably couldn't see her.

You're blocking the doorway like that, not even a fly can get in, how is she supposed to find it?

He was covered up so tightly, something looked off. With doubts lingering in her mind, she hesitated and asked, "Do you like Ni Qing?"

The young man beside him remained silent for a long time, only his somewhat erratic breathing betrayed his presence.

After a long pause, he looked at her with a slightly strange expression: "How could you think that?" His feelings for Ni Qing were nothing more than a little game of toying with prey; how could he possibly like such a vicious and selfish person?

What's more, she was his stepsister in name only.

However, they are not related by blood.

His inner voice silently added a sentence.

Even so, there's no way he could like Ni Qing, absolutely—no way!

His expression was gloomy, his aura like a raging storm, and he said coldly, "Let's go back." Did he not know whether he liked Ni Qing or not?

Although he spoke with such certainty, he was indeed feeling uneasy inside.

Whether you like it or not, you'll know once you try it.

An Ran was so frightened she didn't dare breathe. Why did her casual question feel like she'd touched a tiger's tail? If you like someone, you like them; if you don't, you don't—why the terrifying expression?

Her romanticized view of her idol shattered, and her budding feelings of affection vanished completely. She knew it was better to stay away from him.