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

After He Qiuyun died, the atmosphere in the building became subtle. The roughneck found a lot of refugees from somewhere and wanted Yan Jiasui to take them in.

"But we don't have enough supplies to distribute. Do you know how much pressure it will put on us to take in those refugees?" Yan Jiasui frowned deeply.

She subtly sized up the rough-looking man in front of her, though she had no recollection of him being a kind-hearted person.

The roughneck sighed, "Jia Sui, you have no idea how pitiful those people are. They're used as human shields and have to live in the sewers every day."

He looked at Yan Jiasui, his expression showing some difficulty: "Jiasui, I remember when you first built this building, didn't you say you wanted to help others? You said that it's precisely in times of crisis that we need to help each other even more."

Yan Jiasui remained silent for a while, then shook her head: "No, I won't give in. It's not fair to the other people in the building."

Seeing Yan Jiasui say this, the roughneck shook his head helplessly and left.

The refugees were all waiting downstairs, peering inside. When no one came down to let them in, they looked panicked.

The roughneck opened the door and went downstairs. As soon as the refugees saw him, they surrounded him.

Looking at the refugees' pleading faces, the rough-around-the-edges man sighed: "Everyone should go back. This isn't something I can decide. We don't even have enough supplies right now."

The refugee at the front gripped the burly man's hand tightly and cried, "We don't need supplies, we just want to find a safe place. We have elderly people and children here, could you please make an exception?"

Seeing his expression, the roughneck looked troubled and said, "I pity you, but I can't make the decision on this matter. You should leave."

Hearing what the roughneck said, the refugees probably knew that the person in charge of the building didn't want them to go in.

After the roughneck left, the others looked anxious.

"What do we do? Do we have to go back again?"

"I don't want to go back. I don't want to live that kind of life of hiding and running away anymore."

The refugee at the front was silent for a moment: "Didn't that roughneck say their captain was a woman...?"

The crowd fell silent, and the refugees at the back immediately brightened up.

"Women are easy to please, aren't they? Women are the most soft-hearted. Let's beg her."

"Yeah, yeah, let's see how to talk to her about it."

As night fell, the cold air inside the building was gradually filled with a strong, sour smell, mixed with the odor of festering sores.

A group of ragged refugees rushed in, and several of them were frantically licking the crumbs of biscuits on the ground. The struggle was so intense that they even started fighting.

As soon as Ji Chaoxi stepped out of her room, she saw this scene. She stood bewildered in the hallway, asking, "Who are these people?"

The rough-looking man next to her said awkwardly, "They are newly arrived refugees. Chaoxi, why don't you treat their wounds?"

Ji Chaoxi looked at him in disbelief: "All of them?"

For some reason, the roughneck had a guilty look on his face: "Not all of them, just treat them as you see fit. Some of them are almost dead."

The roughneck led Ji Chaoxi to several rooms downstairs. Many people were lying in the rooms, some of whose wounds had already begun to fester, and their faces were ashen.

The roughneck gave a brief introduction: "These are the families of those people outside."

There have been similar situations before; if you want someone with superpowers to join your team, you have to provide protection for their family.

Ji Chaoxi sighed, but still sat down.

Although treating ordinary people is easier than treating those with superpowers, it still left Ji Chaoxi somewhat exhausted.

The other people in the building were also called away by the roughneck to take care of these refugees. Everyone thought that Yan Jiasui wanted to expand the group.

Pei Yufeng frowned as he watched the refugees fighting over a mineral water bottle downstairs.

The rough-looking man happened to walk up and paused for a moment when he saw Pei Yufeng: "Who are they...?"

"Where is Ji Chaoxi?" Pei Yufeng frowned; he wasn't interested in these people.

The roughneck pointed down: "She's treating those people."

Pei Yufeng frowned even more. Would she be so foolish as to treat everyone?

"That's mine, give it back!"

"What the hell? What 'yours' and 'mine'? Whoever grabs it gets it."

The younger refugee smashed a stick over the head of the older refugee who was fighting him for the compressed biscuits.

The living room was a mess.

Pei Yufeng walked into the room downstairs, where many wounded people were lying. The first few showed obvious signs of treatment, while the later ones had not yet started.

He searched room by room until he finally found Ji Chaoxi, who was secretly resting in a corner.

She was sleeping soundly, her head resting on her bent arm, her breathing very steady, her eyelashes quietly covering her reddened eyelids.

Pei Yufeng's gaze fell on her cheek. Her cheek was pressed down by his hand, and her cheek flesh was squeezed and slightly bulged. He suddenly felt a little itchy.

He wanted to test if it was really as soft as it looked.

Pei Yufeng glanced at Ji Chaoxi and, seeing that she still didn't seem to be waking up, he leaned down, extended a finger, and gently poked the bulging cheek.

My fingertips instantly sank into a soft, yielding mass.

Pei Yufeng reacted as if he had been burned, immediately pulling his hand back behind his back. The movement was so large that he almost knocked over the water glass next to him.

"Tsk."

Ji Chaoxi was awakened by the noise and opened her eyes groggily. She saw Pei Yufeng in front of her and was a little confused.

Pei Yufeng.

Because she had just woken up, her voice carried a hint of unconscious coquettishness at the end, sounding like she was being affectionate.

Pei Yufeng's body was stiff as a board. He turned around awkwardly and said, "I'm going to find Yan Jiasui. Are you coming?"

"Go!" Ji Chaoxi quickly stood up.

Pei Yufeng walked ahead without looking at Ji Chaoxi behind him. He lowered his eyes, suppressing the panic in his heart, and unconsciously rubbed his fingertips together.

Why is it so soft...

Just then, a refugee stopped Ji Chaoxi.

"Hey beautiful, why hasn't my brother been cured yet?"

Ji Chaoxi frowned: "It's done in order. I've treated enough patients today."

She doesn't like to tire herself out too much.

The refugee's voice suddenly became agitated: "You only healed a few and then stopped? Aren't you a healing-type ability user? Are you looking down on us?!"

In the base he used to be in, healing-type ability users had no choice but to heal until they were exhausted and passed out.

What? These healing-type ability users only heal other ability users, and these meat shields are not worthy of healing?

The refugees were so angry that they tried to grab Ji Chaoxi, but the next second, Ji Chaoxi was blocked behind Pei Yufeng.

"boom--"

The living room fell silent. The other refugees stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to the hallway.

Pei Yufeng looked down at the refugee from his high vantage point, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

"roll."