“Xi Jinyao, it’s all your fault!”
“If you hadn’t gone bankrupt, I wouldn’t have been laughed at today. I wouldn’t have to miss out on the latest limited-edition bag, and I wouldn’t have to live in this dump with you.”
“I don’t care—I want Black Swan Cake tomorrow.”
In the cramped single-room rental, a clear, soft voice rang out, tinged with a hint of choked sobs.
Song Jinhe stood in the shabby single-room apartment, her gaze fixed on the man squatting in the bathroom, washing clothes by hand.
His back was turned to her, his movements slow and clumsy from inexperience. He wore faded jeans and a cheap shirt.
Even in such shabby clothes, nothing could hide the domineering CEO aura that Xi Leyao exuded.
Seeing him silently washing clothes without saying a word, Song Jinhe stomped her foot in frustration and shouted at his back, “You’re such a blockhead, a deadpan face! You never say anything.”
“You won’t even bother to comfort me.”
“No wonder Song Shengsheng refused to marry you.”
When Xi Leyao still didn’t utter a word, Song Jinhe grew angrier and angrier. This jerk was giving her the silent treatment!
With her easily triggered tear ducts, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. By the end, her eyes were red, and her delicate, pretty face was full of grievance.
“You useless trash,” Song Jinhe choked out the words before turning and running away.
Only when he heard the door close did Xi Leyao stop what he was doing. A dark, unreadable emotion flickered in his eyes.
Sitting on a flower bed in the old, run-down neighborhood, Song Jinhe wiped her tears and asked the System with complete indifference, “Well? I bet he’s really hurt after being scolded like that.”
The System hesitated, at a loss for words.
If she hadn’t been crying while saying it, Xi Leyao might have felt at least a little upset.
[Disgust Value: 0]
The System wanted to point this out, but seeing how absorbed Song Jinhe was in her own performance, it decided to stay silent.
“He must really hate me now, wishing he could divorce me,” Song Jinhe continued.
The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, already fantasizing about the luxurious life she’d have after completing her mission.
This was Song Jinhe’s seventh day in this world. She had died from overwork after pulling endless overtime shifts.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself reincarnated as the Vicious Female Supporting Character in a novel, bound to something called the Vicious Supporting Female System.
The Vicious Supporting Female System gave her a mission: maintain her character without breaking character, and make the male lead despise her.
The Vicious Female Supporting Character was the foil to the female lead—hypocritical, materialistic, only interested in money, and capable of any evil deed for it.
The male lead, Xi Leyao, was originally the chairman of Gongheng Group. He trusted his friend too much, and in the end, his company was slowly taken over and acquired. After the company went bankrupt, the two of them were forced to live in this old, run-down place.
His arranged marriage wife, upon learning of his bankruptcy, underwent a drastic change in personality. Her greedy, vile nature surfaced, and berating, belittling, and looking down on Xi Leyao became her daily routine.
For money, she even used her beauty to seduce wealthy men, cuckolding the male lead.
Already devastated by his friend’s betrayal and his company’s bankruptcy, the male lead lost all hope. The only person left by his side—his wife—cheated on him, pushing him to the brink of suicide.
Until he met the female lead, who was like the sun. She healed him, restored his confidence, and helped him climb back to the top through his own efforts.
And the Vicious Female Supporting Character didn’t even wait for the male lead to return to the top before she was killed after being discovered by the wife of a wealthy man she tried to seduce.
After contracting a dirty disease, she was beaten to death in an alley.
Seeing this ending, Song Jinhe immediately accepted the System task, planning to fake her death and run away once she had accumulated enough Disgust Value.
The mission reward was two hundred million and a luxury villa—she was seriously tempted.
“But is that Black Swan Cake really that expensive?” Song Jinhe stared with reddened eyes at her phone screen, which clearly showed her request to Xi Leyao.
Even the cheapest one cost a thousand yuan.
Heart-wrenching—
A thousand yuan could last her more than half a month.
She might as well just grab something cheap from a food delivery app.
“Stupid System, why didn’t you tell me?” Song Jinhe gritted her teeth in anger. “This cake is so expensive.”
Other things could be resold on second-hand platforms to recoup some money, but this cake—once eaten, it’s gone.
Song Jinhe scratched her calf, feeling annoyed.
【It has to be this expensive, otherwise how would it fit your character?】
【Also, drop that poor person’s mindset. You should eat this, and you only deserve to eat this.】
“What else do you want besides the cake?” Xi Leyao’s deep, bass-like voice sounded beside her.
Song Jinhe stopped arguing with the System and looked up at him.
Xi Leyao was tall, standing at about 190 cm. With his outrageously handsome face, he could attract countless gazes just by standing there.
Every time Song Jinhe saw his face, she shamelessly felt her heart flutter.
But her current persona was the Vicious Female Supporting Character, not some naive girl.
“I also want flowers and milk tea,” Song Jinhe said, her soft, sweet voice reaching Xi Leyao’s ears. “Jiang Yuan and the others laughed at me and even called me a dead poor person.”
Hearing her words, Xi Leyao’s gaze swept over Song Jinhe.
She was wearing a nightgown she bought for 39.9 yuan from a discount app, and her fair, delicate feet were clad in shoes from a street vendor.
In the past, her clothes, jewelry, and bags were always the latest styles. Her nails were always beautifully manicured, and her face was adorned with exquisite makeup, making her look like a pretty, talking doll.
Now that he was bankrupt, the Song family had completely abandoned her.
“It’s all your fault I’m being called a poor person!” Song Jinhe immediately seized the opportunity to belittle Xi Leyao. “If you hadn’t gone bankrupt, how would they dare to mock me?”
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Jinhe slapped her own fair, tender calf.
A red mark quickly appeared, and the mosquito that had been sucking her blood died under her hand.
Damn it, there were so many mosquitoes.
Song Jinhe wiped the mosquito away with a look of disgust, staring at her legs covered in bites, feeling even more resentful.
She raised her eyes, her amber-like gaze fixed on Xi Leyao as she questioned him, “Why didn’t you come down earlier to comfort me? Because of you, I got bitten by mosquitoes and now I’m covered in bites.”
“You can’t even make money, and you don’t know how to comfort people. You’re as useless as a cassava.”
Xi Leyao said nothing, simply grabbing her wrist and pulling her upstairs.
The apartment building had stairs, and they lived on the top floor.
Because it was the top floor, the rent was cheap, but now in the summer, the entire rental felt like a steamer, unbearably hot.
Even lying in bed at night with a fan blowing, it was still sweltering.
After pressing her onto the sofa, he retrieved the cooling ointment and carefully applied it for her.
“Sorry, I’ve implicated you.” The proud Xi Leyao looked at the mosquito bites on her calves and arms, and even the usually silent him couldn’t help but speak.