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

"If he can avoid taking medication, then he shouldn't. If his condition can be relieved on its own, then he doesn't need to take any," the old professor said kindly.

"Okay, thank you, doctor."

Without needing to take any medicine or be hospitalized, Ning Wei took him home, successfully unlocking a major accessory for herself.

"Don't stick to me. I'm just boiling some water; I'm not going out."

"No." Jiang Xingye refused cleanly and decisively, putting his arm around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder.

It was very difficult for him to walk like this, so Ning Wei had no choice but to press the kettle's on switch, lead him to the sofa, and push him down.

Jiang Xingye lay on the sofa, laughing slyly: "Weiwei, whatever you want to do to me? You can do it!"

Ning Wei: "..."

"Don't think this is the end of it. We're separating. I'll be sleeping in the guest room. That's settled."

"Hmm~, Weiwei, why don't you hit me instead of separating? Okay? Please?"

"not good."

Ning Wei coldly rejected his coquettishness and resolutely tidied up the guest room. In the middle of the night, Jiang Xingye appeared at the guest room door with a pillow in his arms and a sly smile on his face. The moment his hand touched the doorknob, his smile froze.

His baby locked the door!

Unable to get in and unable to find the key, Jiang Xingye dejectedly returned to the master bedroom, carrying his pillow. The bed he had slept in for several years suddenly seemed ridiculously large. He rolled from one side to the other, lay down on the edge of the bed, and sighed.

When Fu Ciyuan first met Yu Qiao, he even tried to force himself on her, locking her in the house and not letting her go out. If he dared to have such a thought, Weiwei would smash his head open and then tear down the door and walk out in broad daylight.

However, Jiang Xingye buried his face in the pillow and kicked his foot a few times. His Weiwei would not leave him. He said such bastard things, but Weiwei only threw him down, took him to see a doctor, and slept in the guest room. It was so good. It seemed that the hardships of the past twenty years were all the luck he had accumulated to meet Weiwei.

"Are you helping me?" For some reason, a blurry figure suddenly appeared in Jiang Xingye's mind.

mother!

The Jiang family has never shied away from the cause of his mother's death. In order for him to live a good life in the Jiang family, his mother voluntarily jumped off a high building, just to give him a stable life.

For a long time, Jiang Xingye felt suffocated. Why? Why should she trade her life for his? Did he even agree? Living was so hard and painful, why didn't she take him with her?

My memories of being before the age of three are hazy; I occasionally dream of it, but all I hear are sighs and a depressing atmosphere.

Jiang Xingye fell asleep lying down. In his dream, his mother seemed to have come to see him. She didn't say anything, but just looked at him with a loving, affectionate, and reluctant gaze.

"Hoshino, Hoshino, wake up." Ning Wei squatted down by the bed and touched his forehead. This guy wasn't even covered with a blanket, just wearing pajama pants and sleeping face down. Won't he catch a cold?

"Weiwei?" Jiang Xingye opened his eyes and saw the person he had been longing for. He instinctively moved his face closer.

Ning Wei gripped his shoulders, turned him over, pulled the blanket over him, and sat down beside him: "Had a nightmare?"

The master bedroom door was open, and she was worried, so she couldn't sleep soundly. She could faintly hear some sounds, very indistinct syllables.

"It wasn't exactly a nightmare, but I think I dreamt about my mother." Jiang Xingye shrank back a little and put his arm around her waist.

"What did she say to you?"

"No, the face is blurry, but the eyes are clear. It's looking at me, looking very reluctant to leave."

"Missing her? Where is she buried? Shall we go and pay our respects?"

"There's nowhere to pay respects. Back then, her ashes were taken back by her family and buried near their home. Later, her parents passed away, and that area was developed into a resort. The villagers are scattered everywhere, and no one can find the exact location anymore," Jiang Xingye said sadly. He only had the time to look it up after he became an adult.

Back then, that family accepted money from the Jiang family, and no one pursued the matter. Of course, no one had the power to pursue the Jiang family either. A person's death was simply buried in the dust.

"Let's find a temple, set up a memorial tablet, and visit her regularly to pay our respects," Ning Wei said softly.

Jiang Xingye's heart skipped a beat, but he shook his head: "Let's wait a little longer. Many people in the Jiang family think I don't remember her."

"Alright, let's wait until the rest of the Jiang family is dead before we talk about it."

Jiang Xingye buried his face in the crook of her neck and said in a muffled voice, "You really believe I can do it?"

"Yes, I have unwavering faith in you, and I believe you can extricate yourself completely. Let's take it slow. We'll start with the spine. When the building collapses, it will crush half of them, and the rest we'll kill one by one."

"Weiwei, will you sleep with me?"

We are still separated.

"Then I'll sleep on the floor in the guest room, you sleep on the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor. That's also a form of separation."

Ning Wei raised her hand and patted him lightly.

"Why don't you hit me a few more times?"

Ning Wei was speechless: "Alright, stop being so adorable, go to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow."

The guest room, which Jiang Xingye had painstakingly cleaned up, only had a few hours of activity. The next day, after Ning Wei went to work, Jiang Xingye cleaned the guest room down to just a mattress.

When Ning Wei returned that evening and saw the dishes, she didn't say anything, but instead ordered ten elaborate dishes and instructed Jiang Xingye to cook them himself.

Jiang Xingye happily went grocery shopping and cooked, spending a busy day at home.

Two months later, on a weekend, Qian Yun invited Ning Wei to dinner and shopping. They met at a beverage shop in a shopping mall.

"Yu Qiao?" Ning Wei looked at the beautiful woman behind the counter in surprise.

"Ning, Ningwei, are you shopping?"

"Yeah, shopping with colleagues."

"I," Yu Qiao said, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Ning Wei didn't ask any further questions. Instead, she ordered two drinks, returned to the table where Qian Yun was sitting, chatted for half an hour, and then went home.

That evening, Ning Wei asked Jiang Xingye, "Did Fu Ciyuan and Yu Qiao break up?"

In her opinion, Fu Shao had fallen for Yu Qiao.

"Why are you suddenly asking this?" Jiang Xingye leaned close to her, very affectionately. In his eyes, she and Xu Lingling got along better.

It's not that Ning Wei doesn't want to get along with Yu Qiao, and she's even more patient with her, since she's so sweet and gentle. The problem lies with Yu Qiao; she's too sensitive, and you have to be very careful with what you say, unlike with Xu Lingling, where you can joke around freely.

At first, Xu Lingling thought Ning Wei was just putting on airs, but after spending more time with her, she realized that Ning Wei was genuinely capable and that her attitude wasn't pretentious at all; on the contrary, she was very humble.

"I saw Yu Qiao working at a beverage shop in the mall today. Is she really that stingy? Not even giving me a breakup fee?"

"Fu Ciyuan's marriage partner has been decided, and they'll be getting married soon. Yu Qiao will probably leave on her own. As for money, he's not a stingy person," Jiang Xingye said on behalf of his friend, even though they were just fair-weather friends.