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

Because the students from Shanghai International Studies University performed exceptionally well during the previous summer's foreign affairs reception, the teachers from the international programs and the university specially invited them to have Western food at the Peace Hotel.

Several students were excited and followed behind the teacher.

"Chaoxi, are you staying on campus during winter break?"

Ji Chaoxi smiled and shook her head: "I have to go home for the Chinese New Year."

The boy looked somewhat disappointed: "Alright then."

He looked at Ji Chaoxi beside him, his face slightly flushed.

He noticed her when school started, but she was very quiet at the time. Although she was very pretty, not many people dared to get close to her.

Unexpectedly, after meeting Ji Chaoxi during the summer vacation, he discovered that Ji Chaoxi was very different from what he had imagined. She didn't speak because she didn't know what to say, and she would blush when praised.

He was getting a little excited and lowered his voice, "Chaoxi, shall we go out and have some fun this weekend?"

Ji Chaoxi glanced at him in surprise. The boy blushed under her gaze, but still didn't look away.

"I know a really good restaurant, would you like to try it?"

The teachers in front also heard their conversation, and the adults exchanged glances, their eyes full of smiles.

Ji Chaoxi looked at him apologetically: "I'm sorry, I have something to do this weekend."

The boy was a little disappointed, but he still smiled at her and said, "It's okay, we'll go eat again when you have time."

The VIP in front of them, who was not far away, looked over there and hurriedly and cautiously explained.

"Mr. Qin, those should be students from Shanghai International Studies University. We often ask their students for help with translation work, so you could also..."

Qin Du interrupted him casually: "It's nothing, lead the way."

Wang Jie, who was following behind, almost popped his eyes out.

This...this...isn't this Miss Ji?!

The tassels of the chandelier in the private room swayed gently. Teacher Lin and the other owners had been waiting for a long time, but no one dared to touch their chopsticks.

When the door was pushed open, the person at the table immediately stood up, a smile on their face: "Master Qin."

Qin Du slowly took off his suit jacket without looking at anyone.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"Not long at all, not at all. We all know that you, Mr. Qin, are extremely busy. We are already very happy that you would do us the honor of attending your invitation," Boss Lin said with a smile, holding up his wine glass.

Looking at these people, Wang Jie recalled that when they first arrived in Shanghai, this Boss Lin was the most arrogant of them all. Now, for the sake of his goods, he had no choice but to bow down to them, these outsiders.

"Master Qin, this shad is very fresh, please try it," said Boss Li, bowing and scraping.

Qin Du didn't respond to them. He took a sip of his drink and looked at them indifferently: "Boss Lin, you said that if a fish swims to the wrong place, shouldn't it die in the net?"

The faces of the people opposite turned pale instantly, and Boss Lin's voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Mr. Qin, to be honest, these are hardware parts that the higher-ups urgently need. They've been sitting in the Sixteen Shops for ages and they're practically growing mold. Could you please do me the honor and name your price?"

Qin Du leaned back in his chair, remaining silent. The private room was so quiet that not even a breath could be heard.

He looked at the person opposite him, his face flickering in and out of the light, and said in a cold voice, "You know better than anyone what's hidden in that shipment. Does Boss Lin think that because those people are backing you up, I have to keep a place for you?"

Boss Lin's face was extremely pale, and the cigarette in his hand trembled for a moment.

A large number of scalpers gathered at the entrance of the Peace Hotel. They stood at the door, trying to sell tea to foreign guests, and some were also exchanging foreign exchange certificates for foreign guests at high prices.

The other classmates were going to a disco, but Ji Chaoxi didn't really want to go, so she decided to go back to school alone.

Several boys in floral shirts leaned against a telephone pole, and a tape recorder next to them was playing some pop music.

When Ji Chaoxi walked over, they burst into laughter.

"Are college students going back to school?"

Ji Chaoxi glanced at their thin arms and legs, then ignored them.

When the boy saw Ji Chaoxi about to leave, he reached out to stop her and stood unsteadily in front of her.

"What's in your bag? You brought books on a trip?" The boy tugged at Ji Chaoxi's bag, a cheap smell of tobacco wafting out. "What books? Read some to me."

Ji Chaoxi frowned deeply and grabbed the boy's hand, causing the boy's expression to turn pained.

Before he could react, a hand suddenly appeared behind Ji Chaoxi, and the person grabbed the boy's wrist.

With a "crack," a boy's pig-like scream echoed through the alley.

The faces of the boys who had started the commotion nearby instantly changed.

"Master Qin..."

They ignored the wailing boy on the ground and ran away, tumbling and crawling. The black car next to them received the order and followed.

A familiar scent mingled with an unfamiliar one. Ji Chaoxi lowered her eyes and squatted down to pick up the books from the ground. The other person also squatted down to help her pick them up.

Ji Chaoxi saw the hand, which was covered in scars and was no longer the hand she remembered.

Ji Chaoxi didn't say anything, and walked forward with her head down. She was very angry.

The person followed quietly without saying a word, like her shadow.

Ji Chaoxi's eyes gradually reddened. She really couldn't understand what he was thinking. Hadn't he been ignoring her? Why did he suddenly appear in front of her again?

Tears welled up uncontrollably, blurring my vision.

"Xixi..." Qin Du's voice was somewhat flustered.

He walked up to her and gently wiped away her tears: "Don't cry."

Ji Chaoxi pushed him away, and Qin Du didn't dare to touch her again. He carefully handed her a tissue and said softly, "Don't be angry, Xixi. I won't touch you."

Ji Chaoxi tried to walk around him and leave, but Qin Du stayed by her side.

"What exactly are you going to do? Didn't you say we should go our separate ways? What do you mean now?" Ji Chaoxi choked up.

"I know nothing about you. I don't know what you're doing now or when you arrived in Shanghai."

"That's fine then. I'll just return the money you sent me. I don't want your money. We have nothing to do with each other. I never want to talk to you again!"

Qin Du's chest heaved violently as he looked at her, feeling like he couldn't breathe.

Qin Du opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing stiffly, his face extremely pale: "Xi Xi, I... I'm not like you."

"Now that you're in college, your family has a clean political background, and you'll have a bright future. Everything that happened before was my fault because I was selfish and led you astray. You're still young, and you have a long road ahead of you. What happened between us doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things."

"After graduation, if you stay in Shanghai, you can work at the Foreign Affairs Office or the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. And if you meet someone you like in the future..."

Ji Chaoxi's face was covered in tears. She pushed him away violently, completely disappointed in him.

"Xixi, don't be sad..." Qin Du followed her helplessly, his eyes red.

"I won't say anything more, I really won't say anything more."

Qin Du's voice was extremely hoarse, filled with pleading. As he watched Ji Chaoxi cry, the suffocating feeling made him want to cut his own heart open with a knife.

Ji Chaoxi cried uncontrollably and ignored him, continuing on her way.

"It was my fault, Xixi. Please stab me with a knife, hit me... Don't cry, I was a bastard. Please don't torture yourself, okay?"

"Get out!" Ji Chaoxi screamed, her cries filled with rejection.

Qin Du stood to the side, his face pale, watching the figure in front of him, his heart pounding with tension.

He rushed forward and hugged Ji Chaoxi tightly in his arms, his body trembling uncontrollably: "Xixi..."

The more Ji Chaoxi struggled, the tighter Qin Du held her.

"Get away from me! You can ignore me whenever you want, or hug me whenever you want. What do you take me for?!"

Qin Du instinctively stopped hugging her, but he knew that if he let go of her this time, she would never talk to him again.

"I regret it... I regret it, Xixi..."

Tears streamed down Ji Chaoxi's neck. Qin Du's shoulders trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse with a sob.

"I don't want you to leave me, and I don't want you to fall in love with someone else..."

The sound of traffic could be heard from outside the alley from time to time. The vendor selling pear syrup candy was pushing his bicycle, which kept creaking and groaning. All the sounds from outside the alley were filtered out and became background noise.

The alley was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere; no one knew who had taken the initiative or who had started it.

All Ji Chaoxi could hear was Qin Du's disordered and heavy breathing. The air was filled with the mingling of their breaths. Qin Du's kiss carried a hint of desperate plunder. Ji Chaoxi was a little short of breath from the kiss and wanted to push him away, but the next second, an extremely suppressed sob came from the alley.

"Xixi...Xixi..."

Qin Du placed his hand behind her head, his calloused hand gently rubbing her neck. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked down at the girl in his arms who was being kissed so hard she could hardly breathe. His eyes were full of struggle and pain.

If things continue like this, he will always be by her side whenever she needs him.

He will leave when she grows tired of him and no longer needs him.

Let him cherish this stolen time...

Ji Chaoxi, her face flushed, leaned against Qin Du's chest, panting. Qin Du held her and gently patted her back.

Under the bright streetlights.

Wang Jie leaned against the car with a melancholy look on his face, throwing away cigarette butt after cigarette.

Has it been so long, and Mr. Qin still hasn't won Miss Ji's forgiveness?