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

In the restaurant, Uncle Jiang leisurely ate his food, admiring his nephew's state across from him. Although Jiang Xingye tried his best to control himself, his pale face and the sweat dripping from his temples said it all.

You little brat, you think you can't be dealt with? You think you're something special just because you found a woman who stands out? You even dared to show off in front of the old man? Your father hasn't dared to touch my beard in all these years, what are you, a bastard, trying to do? Try to seize power?

Jiang Xingye could already feel the tinnitus. He knew that his uncle had no good intentions in inviting him here, but he had no choice but to come. His stress disorder, which had improved under the treatment of a psychologist, seemed to have relapsed. His feet started to feel cold and sticky. The blood that had splattered on the ground when he was three years old began to spread from the soles of his feet to his ankles. He wanted to sit on the ground because even the height of the chair made him feel dizzy.

Suddenly, a warm hand covered his eyes, and a familiar, reassuring scent enveloped him, stopping the bleeding from his feet.

"President Jiang, don't you know Jiang Xingye can't come here?" Ning Wei wrapped one arm around Jiang Xingye's head to cover his eyes, and also half-hug his head.

"Ning Wei? This is our family matter. You haven't even entered the Jiang family yet, and you already want to disobey your elders?" Uncle Jiang put down his chopsticks, sat up straight, raised his eyes, and looked at him with a casual and disdainful gaze, trying to make himself look like he was looking down on the world.

"Heh~, whether he enters the Jiang family or not is a matter for the future. Let's talk about the present. You, as an elder, know Jiang Xingye's situation, yet you still force him to come here. What are your intentions? You are an unkind elder!"

Uncle Jiang didn't reply; he just stared at her.

Ning Wei: "..."

What are you doing? Trying to intimidate her with your aura?

How interesting. She wasn't afraid of a feudal emperor who truly had absolute power of life and death, so why would she be afraid of a second-generation merchant who relied on his father?

Ning Wei remained silent, maintaining her posture, her gaze meeting that of the older man opposite her, calm, indifferent, and even slightly appraising.

She's so ugly. Her Jiang Xingye is the best looking guy!

Uncle Jiang couldn't hold back any longer, his tone becoming urgent: "What exactly are you here for?"

"Take Jiang Xingye away." It's a pity that she can't break off relations now, otherwise, she would scold him a few times, and it would be best if she could beat him to a pulp!

Ning Wei tightened her grip on Jiang Xingye's eyes slightly. Jiang Xingye recovered a little and reached out to grab her wrist, trying to pull her hand away.

"Don't move!"

"I'm fine now."

Ning Wei gently moved her hand away from his, saying, "Let's go home."

"Hmm." Jiang Xingye took her hand and stood up. He was still a little dizzy. He gripped her hand tightly and was pulled along by her.

"Hmph, she really has no manners!"

Ning Wei stopped, gesturing for Jiang Xingye to stay still, and turned around: "President Jiang, your look and posture just now..."

He paused here, then continued under Uncle Jiang's expectant gaze: "I don't know who you're imitating, but the effect is very poor; it's clearly a clumsy imitation!"

"you,"

"President Jiang, please enjoy your meal. Also, I hope that your Jiang family will refrain from taking Hoshino to places he doesn't like."

"Is this a warning to me? I am..."

"You are Jiang Xingye's elder," Ning Wei interrupted him rudely, "This is something he can't choose in terms of blood relations, but you are not the elder of the whole world, you don't need to keep emphasizing it."

After saying that, he pulled Jiang Xingye away. Uncle Jiang was so angry that he wanted to curse, but he held back for the sake of his image in public. He rolled his eyes and smiled crookedly.

Jiang Xingye, who had been suppressing his dizziness, relaxed after getting into Ning Wei's car and slumped motionless in the passenger seat.

Ning Wei leaned over to adjust the seat angle for him and fastened the seatbelt. This car was bought by Jiang Xingye with his credit card for over 200,000 yuan, and the interior space was quite spacious.

Strictly speaking, she was also spending the Jiang family's money, but so what? The interest on Jiang Xingye's suffering over the past twenty years was just a drop in the ocean!

"To the hospital?"

"No, go home." Jiang Xingye squeezed out four words with his eyes closed.

Ning Wei stopped talking and drove steadily, keeping an eye on his condition as she drove. If it got any worse, she would take him straight to the hospital.

Fortunately, Jiang Xingye's condition remained stable, and he even felt a little sleepy under Ning Wei's aura.

"Hoshino, Hoshino, are you home? Can you walk? I'll carry you."

Jiang Xingye opened his eyes, somewhat helpless. He believed she could easily carry him upstairs; sometimes, a girlfriend's strength was a sweet burden.

"I'm much taller than you. If you carry me, I'm afraid my feet will rub against the ground."

"It's not that serious! How about I carry you in my arms like a princess?"

"I can still walk up." Jiang Xingye unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the car door and got out. He stood still, holding onto the roof, waiting for Ning Wei to help him.

Ning Wei walked around the front of the car and supported him: "Are you still dizzy?"

"It's okay, just hold my hand."

When Jiang Xingye got home, he was very tired and said softly, "I want to sleep on the floor."

"Okay, I'll go get the blanket."

"I don't want to take a shower."

"Why bother taking a shower? Let's just go to sleep." Ning Wei moved the coffee table to the side in the living room, pulled out the rug, and took out two blankets, one to lay on the rug and the other to cover herself with. Then she took out two pillows.

Jiang Xingye stripped down to his underwear, lay down in bed, and mumbled, "Why are there two pillows?"

"I'll sleep here too. You go to sleep first, I'll be there in a bit." Ning Wei sat down next to him and covered his eyes with her hands.

"Um."

Ning Wei sat for a while to make sure he was asleep, then quietly got up, turned off the living room light, went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles, and washed up.

As soon as she reached the edge of the sleeping mat, she noticed that he was frowning and sleeping restlessly. Ning Wei squatted down and touched his forehead, which was a little damp.

Jiang Xingye suddenly reached out and took her hand, placing it on his neck. He stopped moving, and his brows slowly relaxed.

Ning Wei didn't want to disturb him any further, so she lay down next to him in that position. The next second, Jiang Xingye clung to her, using both his hands and feet to pull her into his arms.

The next morning, Ning Wei woke up at around 5 a.m., her breathing a little uneven. After regaining her senses for a while, she gently pulled herself out of his arms.

"Hmm?" He squinted and reflexively reached out to pull the person back.

"It's okay, you can sleep a little longer. I'll go make something." Ning Wei coaxed softly.

Jiang Xingye obediently let go, closed his eyes and continued to sleep. Each stress response was a battle to the limits of his body and mind, leaving him extremely exhausted.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already broad daylight. Strands of light shone through the edges of the blackout curtains. It should be a sunny day, Jiang Xingye thought.

"Awake?" Ning Wei's voice came from afar, as she squatted on his head.

"Hmm, what time is it?"

"It's past nine o'clock."