Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

Jiang Xingye breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second another emotion welled up in her heart: She doesn't care about me at all? She's not interested in my affairs at all?

"How would you like the decor?"

"Let's discuss it tomorrow and then go shopping. The house feels too cold and the colors are depressing."

Jiang Xingye understood perfectly. See? His tail was showing. He was being led to a place to spend money, and he even gave himself a high-sounding reason.

After finishing the hot pot, Jiang Xingye knew that her rented apartment was on the sixth floor, so he didn't go up. He didn't like high places.

Ning Wei took it for granted and told him to wait while she went upstairs to pack her things. Half an hour later, she came down carrying a suitcase.

"Just one box?"

"Um."

Jiang Xingye turned the steering wheel, thinking to himself, "Women have a lot of things. She only brought one suitcase down. It seems she's climbed up to me and is planning to buy all new things."

Ha~, they're all the same!

Ning Wei had no idea what he was thinking. When they passed a pharmacy, she asked him to stop so she could go inside. A little while later, she came out carrying a small, transparent bag—a gleaming tool for committing the crime.

Jiang Xingye's eyes followed the bag in her hand: "Heh, so willing to provide tools?"

"What else can I do? If I don't let you 'commit the crime,' would you agree? I don't want to get pregnant. Birth control pills are bad for your health. You should be more aware of this in the future."

Jiang Xingye couldn't tell for a moment which of the two was keeping whom. It must be because she had no experience. But this was her first time too. Could it be that she had already mentally prepared herself to climb the social ladder?

It's rare for him to become interested in a human being, and he doesn't want to let go for the time being. Besides, it's very common for men and women in their circle to keep one as a pet. Spending a little money can satisfy their physical desires and provide emotional value.

That night was another hot one, and the two didn't wake up until noon.

"Good morning!" Jiang Xingye reached out and put his arm around her waist.

"It's getting late, I'm starving." Ning squinted, her voice hoarse. She frowned, cleared her throat, and sat up to get out of bed.

With a sudden tightening of the hand around his waist, a furry head was ushered into the crook of his neck: "Lie down a little longer."

Jiang Xingye's hair was very soft, and the shampoo had a grassy scent. After being warmed by his body temperature, it developed a very pleasant smell, with a faint hint of gardenia mixed in.

"I need to drink water, my throat is hoarse."

The head nuzzled against her neck, its soft hair brushing against her face, tickling her.

Ning Wei let him rub against her for more than ten seconds, then pushed him away, put on her nightgown, and left the bedroom.

Jiang Xingye lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The world seemed to have become a little interesting!

After drinking the water and washing up briefly, Ning Wei pulled the person who was still in bed out of bed.

"Let's go eat, then we'll go to the mall."

"Okay." Jiang Xingye's tone was gentle. He thought to himself, what a direct woman, asking for it without any preamble.

Fortunately, he was wealthy, whether through the family's fixed funds or the profits from his own company, which he secretly co-founded, he was able to support this woman very well.

Before leaving, Ning Wei took a few photos inside the house.

Jiang Xingye twirled his fingers, thinking that he shouldn't post photos of his residence on social media, but in the end he didn't say anything. He had more than one house; at worst, he could just move to another place after the event.

This body's stomach wasn't very good; she hadn't eaten breakfast and felt a little uncomfortable. She chose a light Cantonese restaurant, and after eating, Ning Wei asked him to drive to a nearby shopping mall.

"Home furnishings? What do you want to buy?" Jiang Xingye asked in surprise.

"The decor in your home is too cold and sterile. Didn't you agree yesterday to make some simple changes and add some color?" Ning Wei said matter-of-factly.

Next up is Jiang Xingye's most novel experience in his twenty-four years of life.

"How about this throw pillow? Your sofa is so dark and it looks so depressing," Ning Wei asked him, holding up a blue throw pillow.

"Does it feel oppressive?"

"Look," Ning Wei showed him the photos on her phone.

He didn't like high places, so he chose the second floor. The lighting was already average, and the curtains in the living room were drawn, which blocked out some of the light. The color scheme of the decoration was all cool colors. When he lived there, he didn't feel anything was wrong, but looking at the photos, it really did look a bit eerie.

"You're taking these photos so you can buy these things."

"Yeah, what's the point of taking pictures otherwise? Your place isn't a tourist attraction."

Jiang Xingye had a strange, complicated feeling in his heart.

Happy?

Feeling lost?

Fresh?

It seems like there's a bit of both, but more so the panic and discomfort of the other person being out of control.

"Isn't this cup pretty?" Ning Wei asked, pointing to a pair of red mugs.

"No, I don't like red." His tone was curt.

"Oh, then let's change it to green."

The other party changed the color as he asked without asking why, which made him feel a bit annoyed.

"Aren't you going to ask why?"

"What's so strange about not liking a certain color? There's no reason why. I also have colors I don't like."

"Really? Then what colors don't you like?" Jiang Xingye's gaze scrutinized him.

Ning Wei glanced at him and clearly saw his scrutiny, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she smiled and said, "I don't like poop-yellow."

"I don't like it either."

"Then you dislike quite a few things."

Jiang Xingye pushed the cart behind her, looking at her round head and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Buy a few sets of pajamas, I don't like yours."

"Oh, I'll go in a bit." The original owner lived frugally, and her pajamas were pilling, which was indeed not very comfortable.

"And the suits you wear to work aren't made of very good material, you should buy a few more."

"Let's forget about that." Ning Wei had other plans. This kind of outfit—stockings, high heels, suits, and short skirts—would no longer fit her life plan.

Jiang Xingye didn't try to persuade her any further. He silently wondered which brand of clothes looked better so he could have the brand manager deliver them to her home in her size.

Ning Wei got a little addicted to browsing. She filled two large shopping carts with complete sets of bowls and plates, cups with various functions, coasters in several colors and styles, light-colored bedding, and decorative ornaments.

"What's this?" Jiang Xingye picked up a box and looked at it, his mind preoccupied.

"The wall hanging by the door has many symbolic meanings. If you're in a good mood, switch to the sunny side; if you're in a bad mood, switch to the rainy side; if you're in a neutral mood, switch to the calm lake side," Ning Wei showed him on a sample.

"But bright sunshine doesn't necessarily mean I'm in a good mood."

"These are the exhibits; there are many different styles."

"What kind of box are you holding?" Jiang Xingye asked without even looking at it himself, still holding the box.

"Of animals."

Jiang Xingye suddenly wanted to disagree: "I want the plant one."