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

Chapter 114 Punishing the World 4

Wei Juan was obedient and cooperative throughout the process, and was still sleepy after taking the medicine.

Ni Qing stayed by his side until the exact time of his death, and he showed no signs of anything amiss—it was truly bizarre. Just as she was hesitating whether to leave, Wei Juan was already barely able to keep his eyes open.

"Sister, do you have any work commitments tomorrow?" He looked up, his face weary. Ni Qing took out her phone to check the schedule: "Yes, I have filming tomorrow."

He hesitated, then looked at his agent and whispered, "I want to change my assistant."

Ni Qing glanced back calmly: "Why?"

He stopped talking, naturally because Xiaotang was acting strangely.

Ni Qing didn't force an answer, but simply said, "Changing an assistant during this special period is very troublesome. It requires going through layers of screening. You must know that, right? Don't ask me such stupid questions again."

She brought her sharp-tongued persona to life.

Wei Juan's face seemed even paler. Upon hearing this, he lowered his head, his dark hair obscuring the emotions in his eyes, while a few strands of silver hair added a touch of brokenness: "Yes, sister."

Ni Qing stood up: "It's getting late, shall I pick you up tomorrow?"

During the first round, he said he threw away the medicine Xiaotang bought. Logically speaking, this assistant at least genuinely cares about him, so why did he suddenly suggest changing assistants? Or is there something wrong with Xiaotang herself?

These things are unknown for the time being; we'll only know once we meet, which is why Ni Qing didn't agree to his request hastily.

"Sister, aren't you staying here tonight? You usually stay here for one night." Wei Juan asked anxiously, seemingly afraid of her.

Ni Qing looked at him, then suddenly curled her red lips into a smile: "Okay, sleep in the guest room?"

Wei Juan replied seriously, "No, you sleep on the sofa."

Ni Qing: "..."

The young man noticed that her expression was unusually cold, and he immediately stammered an explanation: "I suggested that you sleep in the guest room, but you said you weren't used to it and insisted on sleeping on the sofa."

The reason is that the sofa is very close to the master bedroom, and it's her cash cow. If something goes wrong with him in the middle of the night, all her hard work will be wasted.

The explanation worked; Ni Qing seemed to calm down: "Then why don't you go back to your room and rest?"

He immediately realized what was happening, stood up, and coughed and wheezed all the way to the bedroom before finally closing the door. The sofa was large, soft, and made of high-quality leather; it could easily be used as a bed.

The young man closed the door, thus blocking all view, and there was no sound in an instant.

Ni Qing discovered that there were two cell phones in her bag, one for work and one for personal use. Furthermore, as a top agent, she managed more than just Wei Juan; she only paid extra attention to him because he was more popular.

The rain grew heavier, and dark clouds obscured the sun, blocking out the light and making it as dark as night. Ni Qing grew increasingly sleepy listening to the rain, and finally turned to sleep on the sofa.

The house was extremely quiet, with only the old-fashioned clock hanging in the living room ticking away the time regularly.

This body belonged to a heavy smoker, who often had a dry throat, and was also prone to loud thunderclaps.

Ni Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes, preparing to get some water. She sat up groggily, rubbed her eyes, and was just about to put on her shoes when her peripheral vision caught sight of a shadow in front of the sofa.

It was a pair of men's legs. Following the line of sight, a tall, sinister black figure stood silently before her. He held something in his hand, staring at her motionless at an extremely close distance, making the scene incredibly eerie.

Another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

The light briefly illuminated his face, making it appear pale and somber.

Ni Qing's heart was pounding, and she immediately said, "Wei Juan! What are you doing here?"

Wei Juan tilted his head and said, "I was afraid my sister would be cold, so I got up and brought her a blanket. Are you scared?"

Ni Qing then lowered her gaze, and indeed, he was holding a black blanket. The young man in the darkness knelt on one knee, a sinister smile playing on his lips, and draped the blanket over her.

She even carefully picked out some curly hair and gently wiped the cold sweat from her forehead: "Can your sister be scared too?"

Ni Qing remained silent. If it weren't for the lightning bolt that allowed her to see the newcomer clearly, she would have thought the dark figure was preparing to kill her with whatever it held.

A strange feeling keeps popping up in my mind.

The weather isn't cold, why would I need a blanket?

She pulled the blanket off: "I don't need it, don't disturb my rest." Her words were cold and indifferent. Wei Juan glanced at her with regret before reluctantly taking the blanket back.

What a pity, we've been discovered again.

After this commotion, Ni Qing didn't even want to drink water. She forced herself to keep her eyes open until dawn. The rain outside had stopped, but the weather was still bad.

When the alarm clock rang at six in the morning, she jumped up, brushed her teeth and washed her face with a disposable toothbrush. She couldn't let Wei Juan sleep a second longer if she couldn't sleep well herself.

After washing up, she knocked on the door perfunctorily, but there was no response.

If it weren't for the absence of a system alarm, she would have thought the person inside was dead again.

The door wasn't locked, and as no one answered for a long time, she grew increasingly impatient, finally opening the door and going inside.

The young man, dressed in a black bathrobe, lay elegantly on the double bed. His chest was barely rising and falling, making him look no different from a dead man.

He did not react to Ni Qing's entry.

She suddenly became a little uncertain, and slowly extended her fingertip towards the young man's face, pausing it between his nose and breath.

His breathing was shallow and even, and Ni Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to pull back, his hand was suddenly grabbed.

That hand was much larger than hers, making her hands appear exceptionally small. If Ni Qing's hands were a pale pink, then the other person's were a bluish-white.

If it weren't for the fact that they breathe and have warmth, she would also feel that this world is supernatural.

The young man opened his eyes at some point, his gaze wary and alert, his grip unusually strong. He looked at her calmly, finally revealing a cold expression befitting his appearance: "What are you doing?"

Ni Qing forcefully pulled her hand back, glanced at him indifferently, and said, "Get up and get to work!"

Wei Juan: "..."

He slowly sat up, the coldness in his eyes completely disappearing, and he looked obedient and bewildered: "Sorry, I overslept, sister."

Perhaps due to his emotional instability earlier, he seemed about to cough again. Ni Qing gave him one last look: "Take your medicine, then go out and buy breakfast before heading to the film set." She then left the room.

I have no idea what his expression was like afterwards.

Wei Juan remained seated on the bed, repeatedly rubbing his fingers, recalling the smooth and soft touch from before. After a long while, he let out a soft "heh," the meaning of which was unclear.

His silent phone kept receiving messages. He bent down to pick it up, and when the other party saw that he didn't reply, they immediately bombarded him with messages in a fit of rage.

The young man looked at the contact's name, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.

The person who sent the message was Xiaotang, the assistant.