Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

The cicadas outside kept chirping, and the fan inside was whirring loudly.

Jiang Yanchen lowered his head, his left cheek showing a shocking bluish-purple discoloration, and a crack at the corner of his mouth, exuding a sense of dejection and ferocity.

Ji Chaoxi carefully applied the medicine to him, and Jiang Yanchen's body tensed up, instinctively wanting to dodge.

"Don't move."

Jiang Yanchen froze, too afraid to move.

As the cotton swab soaked in iodine was brought close to the wound, Jiang Yanchen's Adam's apple bobbed. She was so close that their breaths mingled together.

Jiang Yanchen's face was already bright red, but he still maintained a calm expression. Ji Chaoxi was already used to Jiang Yanchen's habit of blushing easily.

Ji Chaoxi gently supported his chin with her hand and carefully applied medicine to the wound on the corner of his lip.

Jiang Yanchen raised his head slightly, letting her do as she pleased. His gaze involuntarily fell on her face, first her eyes, then her nose, and finally stopped on her lips.

Her lips were slightly pursed due to nervousness, revealing a natural pale pink hue. Under the light, her lips seemed to be covered with a thin layer of moisture.

Jiang Yanchen's breathing became heavy, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and a thin layer of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. He struggled to look away.

"Did I hurt you?" Ji Chaoxi noticed his reaction and frowned.

Jiang Yanchen lowered his eyes, too embarrassed to speak.

Ji Chaoxi was a little worried and cupped his face in her hands: "Does it hurt a lot? Should we go to the hospital?"

Jiang Yanchen didn't dare look at her; all he wanted to do was kiss her.

His mind was in complete chaos. If he pretended to be pitiful and begged her to kiss him, would she agree? What if she slapped him...?

"Jiang Yanchen?"

Jiang Yanchen covered his face with one hand and rested his head on her shoulder. After a long while, he finally spoke, "It hurts."

"I'm sorry, you wouldn't have gotten hurt if it weren't for me." Ji Chaoxi felt a little guilty.

"It's none of your business. I've wanted to beat him up for a long time." Jiang Yanchen's voice was muffled.

That night, when he saw Shen Huaiqiu sitting next to her, he wanted to punch him.

His nose was filled with her scent, and he felt his palms sweating profusely.

"Could you...could you hug me? I feel unwell."

Jiang Yanchen stammered, as he was not good at lying, and his face showed particular guilt.

Ji Chaoxi couldn't see the expression on his face, but she hugged him. Jiang Yanchen carefully wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her shoulder. This feeling of happiness made him completely relax.

Jiang Yanchen was no longer angry. He felt that the air around him was sweet, a feeling that he found incredibly addictive. He held her contentedly.

I really want to die in her arms.

Jiang Yanchen's hair was a bit prickly, and Ji Chaoxi couldn't help but touch it. Jiang Yanchen's ears turned bright red, and he rubbed against her shoulder.

Seeing him like this, Ji Chaoxi couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Jiang Yanchen, are you a puppy?"

Jiang Yanchen blushed furiously upon hearing this.

There are no cameras filming right now, only the director sitting at the door.

Seeing this scene in the room, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Seriously? Jiang Yanchen only got punched once, while Shen Huaiqiu has been punched countless times, and yet Jiang Yanchen is here acting all cute and pitiful.

It's unbearable to look at.

Even if you get injured, you still have to continue in the next stage.

Shen Huaiqiu's injury is more serious. The program can continue after he finishes applying the medicine.

If it weren't for Ji Chaoxi, these two wouldn't have gotten into a fight.

What does this have to do with Guan Jichao? Who told Shen Huaiqiu to act so shamelessly first?

[Is making a joke such a jerk? If Ji Chaoxi can't even have a joke, why is she even participating in a variety show?]

Jiang Yanchen was just joking with Shen Huaiqiu. Shen Huaiqiu is probably even less likely to take a joke; if he loses, he might resort to attacking someone from behind.

[A gentle and refined movie star, huh? One second he's smiling, the next he's throwing punches. I think he's a treacherous villain!]

Ji Chaoxi and Jiang Yanchen planned to make two dishes: one was lotus-scented beggar's chicken, which also had potatoes in it; the other was candied lotus root.

Ji Chaoxi squatted under the stove, trying to start a fire. She carefully poked at the match with fire tongs, and when there was no reaction, she blew into it a few times.

As a result, the fire didn't get going, and the thick smoke made her tear up.

"Cough cough...cough..."

Jiang Yanchen had just brought in lotus flowers when he saw Ji Chaoxi looking disheveled.

He quickly grabbed a wet towel to wipe her face, turning the clean towel black in an instant. Ji Chaoxi dejectedly let him wipe her face.

Suddenly, she sensed something was wrong. Jiang Yanchen kept turning his head away, and his shoulders were trembling.

Ji Chaoxi frowned, sensing something was wrong, and turned her head to look at Jiang Yanchen's face.

She discovered that Jiang Yanchen was actually trying not to laugh!

He was holding back his laughter so hard his face turned red.

A wave of shame washed over her, and Ji Chaoxi's ears turned bright red. She pushed him away forcefully, saying, "Get away from me! I don't want you to wipe me anymore!"

Jiang Yanchen grabbed her hand, his face serious, his brows furrowed tightly: "I'm not smiling anymore."

A short while later, his shoulders started trembling again.

Ji Chaoxi: ...

I really want to punch him.

Has anyone noticed that these two seem a little different?

【Wait, weren't they barely touching each other when they were grabbing vegetables? Why are they so close after applying medicine for a while?】

[Mom and Dad, I'm born!]

[It's just a typical couple bickering.]

"Excuse me, everyone else is cooking, what are you two doing here?"

Jiang Yanchen also squatted down to start a fire, and he came out with a blackened face.

The photographer behind them stared speechlessly at the two large, dark-faced men laughing.

Don't these two people find this situation a bit strange?

The fire is finally lit.

Ji Chaoxi wrapped the chicken in lotus leaves, stuffed potatoes inside, covered it with yellow mud from the doorway, and threw it directly into the kang (heated brick bed) to burn.

Then they continued making candied lotus root.

Neither of them knew how to cook, but a difficult dish would make them stand out, so they gritted their teeth and did it anyway.

The "they" actually refers to Ji Chaoxi alone.

Jiang Yanchen had almost no objections; he did whatever Ji Chaoxi said.

Ji Chaoxi carefully boiled the sugar on top, while Jiang Yanchen, with a dark expression on his face, controlled the fire below.

The two of them were doing it with great seriousness, but perhaps because they had been cooking it for too long, the sugar they produced was not golden yellow, but rather a dark brown.

The two stared at each other, bewildered, at the caramelized sugar in the pot.

The dark brown sugar strands clung to the lotus root, hard and stiff, somewhat like steel wool.

Ji Chaoxi held the steel wool ball up to the camera and said, "This is an art form."

Beggar's chicken is fine too.

Jiang Yanchen took out the beggar's chicken, and out came a black charcoal ball. He smashed it open with a hammer, and the mud shell instantly crumbled.

As soon as Ji Chaoxi reached out, Jiang Yanchen lowered his head, and Ji Chaoxi brushed the mud off his hair.

Although it looks disastrous on the outside, once you open a lotus leaf, a fragrant aroma immediately wafts out. The chicken is very tender and looks delicious.