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

"My job saved you from a beating, Young Master Jiang is lucky." Ning Wei was itching to beat him up and wanted to knock his teeth out.

"Hahaha," Jiang Xingyu laughed deliberately, throwing his head back, "Jiang Xingye is also a member of our Jiang family, yet you still beat him without hesitation."

"Can you compare to him?" Ning Wei's tone was very calm, as if stating a fact, but it made Jiang Xingyu's laughter catch in his throat.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Xingyu squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Isn't the meaning obvious? Did Young Master Jiang ever pass his Chinese language exams when he was in school?"

"Who does he think he is? Just a bastard!"

"Oh, Jiang Shao is really unfilial. When he gets ruthless, he even curses his own grandfather and father!" Ning Wei said sarcastically.

Before Jiang Xingyu could say anything more, Ning Wei turned and left, saying, "What a waste of time!"

Her hand rested on the doorknob; without turning around, she spoke calmly, "Standing there, ready to take root?"

The booming sound in Jiang Xingye's ears was faint and indistinct. The whole world seemed to be separated from him by a layer. He could not even hear Jiang Xingyu's voice clearly. When Ning Wei turned around, she did not look at him at all. His world was already on the verge of collapse.

Fu Ciyuan looked at Ning Wei in surprise and found her standing there with her back stiff, not turning around, exuding irritability and impatience, but she did not open the door, as if she was waiting for something.

Jiang Xingye, who was beside him, swayed and struggled to lift his leg towards that figure.

"Clothes and phone," Ning Wei said again.

Yu Qiao reacted quickly this time, taking the phone that Jiang Xingye had placed on the table and the coat that had been tossed on the back of the sofa and handing them to her.

Ning Wei glanced at her coat, then turned on her phone screen to check again, making sure she hadn't taken the wrong one, before opening the door and walking out.

Jiang Xingye followed her closely as they left the private room.

The private room was silent for half a minute. Then, Jiang Xingyu kicked the table and pushed the woman next to him to the ground, startling Yu Qiao.

Fu Ciyuan pulled Yu Qiao behind him, frowning as he said, "Jiang Xingyu, that's enough. What's this all about today?"

Although the Fu family is slightly inferior to the Jiang family, the two people present today have little real power, so Fu Ciyuan feels no burden in criticizing him.

Jiang Xingyu glared at Fu Ciyuan with a dark expression, then slammed the door and left.

"Crazy!" Fu Ciyuan cursed. After checking with the people who were there before, he was worried about Jiang Xingye, but Jiang Xingye didn't answer his phone. Yu Qiao contacted Ning Wei, but there was no reply.

Jiang Xingye followed Ning Wei and got into the passenger seat: "Weiwei,"

"Shut up!"

Ning Wei gripped the steering wheel with both hands, her knuckles turning white. She was trying her best to control her emotions and reassure herself.

Don't be sad. Whether someone loves you or not should be judged by their actions, not their words!

What he said might not be what he truly meant.

You can do it!

No, no, Ning Wei slammed her fist on the steering wheel, furious. Even knowing that much of what he said was untrue, it couldn't stop her from feeling uncomfortable.

"Weiwei, baby, don't cry, don't cry, I was wrong, I was talking nonsense, I..." Jiang Xingye explained incoherently.

Did I cry?

Ning Wei raised her hand in surprise, her fingertips touching the wetness on her face. The next second, she raised both hands and rubbed her face upwards, wiping away her tears in the process.

"Don't speak!" Ning Wei said coldly.

After saying that, she started the car and drove home in silence. After parking the car, Ning Wei left in a hurry. Jiang Xingye staggered and leaned on the car for a few minutes before leaving the parking lot.

The lights were off in the house. Jiang Xingye stood in the entryway, using the faint light coming in from outside to look at the mood calendar on the wall. He was in a bad mood and should have turned the calendar to the page with the wilted flowers, but his arm felt like it was weighed down by heavy shackles and he couldn't lift it no matter what he did.

The lights in the walk-in closet were on, and the sound of zippers could be heard coming from inside.

Is she leaving?

As Jiang Xingye realized this, a roar began to fill his ears, and he felt a sense of unease beneath his feet. His breathing became heavy.

Everything before his eyes was being peeled away piece by piece. It was the world Ning Wei had built for him: the couple's water cups, the cushions on the sofa, the plates with lace trim, the planter on the balcony, and the adorable clusters of flowers. The world was collapsing!

Ning Wei came out of the dressing room, carrying new bed sheets, intending to go to the guest room to set things up.

But in the darkness, Jiang Xingye saw that she was carrying something in her hand and preparing to leave.

thump!

Jiang Xingye's legs went weak and he knelt on the ground. Ning Wei was stunned for a moment, hesitated for two seconds, but still felt sorry for him. She walked up to him and looked down at the top of his head.

"What are you doing? Repenting?"

Jiang Xingye grabbed her ankle as if it were a piece of driftwood, and forced out a breathy voice from his throat: "Don't go, don't leave me!"

Ning Wei finally realized something was wrong. She squatted down, grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and lifted his chin with the other, raising his face.

Jiang Xingye's face was wet, indistinguishable between sweat and tears. His eyes were unfocused, empty and desolate. He muttered, "Don't go, please!"

Ning Wei panicked. What was going on? This seemed like an emergency. Had they gone to a high place earlier? That bastard Jiang Xingyu!

"Don't go, don't go, don't be afraid. Did someone take you to the top floor earlier?" Ning Wei quickly hugged him and asked anxiously.

He'd feel uncomfortable in a normal room, but he could manage it. He's more afraid of the top floor or places with panoramic windows.

Jiang Xingye had no energy to think about her question. The illusion dragged him down, and finally the speed of his fall slowed down in the familiar embrace.

He held her with all his might, as if trying to embed her into his body.

Ning Wei nestled in his arms, patting his back repeatedly, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, we're on the ground, on the ground, I'm here!"

After an unknown amount of time, Ning Wei's legs had lost all feeling, Jiang Xingye's breathing calmed down a bit, and the roaring sound in his ears subsided. He opened his mouth and found that he could make a sound again, and couldn't wait to start explaining.

"Weiwei, I was wrong. I was talking nonsense. I've never dared to let them know what I like or dislike since I was little, especially Jiang Xingyu. If I look at the flowers in the flowerbed for even a few seconds, the next day that flower will be uprooted and hung high in the sun."

Ning Wei's heart clenched, and she touched his sweaty hair with her hand.

"I was scared, really scared. When he asked, I reflexively said I didn't like him. I was afraid he would hurt you, Weiwei. I know I was wrong, but at that time, I really couldn't control myself."

Ning Wei tilted her head and kissed his earlobe: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a stray cat or one of those flowers and plants, he can't hurt me."

"I used to want to die with the Jiang family, but after being with you, I don't want to die anymore. You gave me a world, and without you, this world can't continue. You can't leave me."

Ning Wei's heart skipped a beat: "So you're not like this today because you went to a high place?"

"Um!"