You’re Not Allowed to Kiss Me Anymore! [Quick Transmigration] 8

Chapter 8: Transmigrated as the Abused Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

Xu Qing was furious.

But Xin Corp’s procedures were airtight, leaving him no room for argument.

He could only fume silently as he packed his belongings, his box overflowing with the remnants of his short-lived career.

As he walked through the office area, his colleagues avoided his gaze, their silence speaking volumes. Those who didn’t know him whispered amongst themselves, their glances pointed and curious.

Xu Qing frowned, sensing something was amiss.

He stopped at the bulletin board and saw the notice that explained everything.

A formal reprimand, detailing his irregular hiring, the disciplinary actions taken against those involved, an apology to all employees, and the offer of compensation.

Authorized by: General Manager, Xin Yao.

Xin Wanyin would face the consequences of her actions. Perhaps only her third uncle, caught in the crossfire, would emerge relatively unscathed. Xin Yao would deal with him personally later.

Some people, insecure and ashamed of their actions, were overly sensitive to the opinions of others.

A casual remark, an unintentional glance, could cut them to the core.

Xu Qing, arrogant and proud, with a fragile ego, depended entirely on Xin Wanyin yet hated being called a freeloader.

Looking at the notice, then at the whispering colleagues, he felt as if they were all mocking him.

But he hadn’t asked Xin Wanyin to do any of this! It was all her doing!

His anger surged, his temples throbbing.

As if to add insult to injury, the bottom of his box gave way, spilling its contents across the floor.

A black pen rolled across the floor, stopping at a pair of elegant white high heels.

Xu Qing, bending down to retrieve his belongings, paused, his gaze traveling upwards. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized the woman standing before him.

Xin Yao. He knew her name.

He had considered targeting her, seducing her for his own gain.

But she had been studying abroad at the time, and she seemed far less naive and easily manipulated than Xin Wanyin.

He couldn’t deny, however, that she was incredibly beautiful.

She stood at the end of the hallway, bathed in the soft light, wearing a tastefully tailored, pale ink-wash dress and a flowing white silk coat that reached her ankles.

As a gentle breeze stirred, the fabric rippled around her, giving her an ethereal, almost otherworldly appearance.

From his lower vantage point, her gaze seemed cold and distant, condescending even. She was surrounded by a group of senior executives, their presence radiating power and authority.

Unlike the always-compliant Xin Wanyin, Xin Yao made him nervous.

But he couldn’t resist the urge to speak, his voice laced with resentment. “You fired me, Xin Yao! This is a personal vendetta!”

As Xu Qing stared at Xin Yao, she coolly assessed him.

He was undeniably handsome, with a youthful, clean-cut look and a scholarly air.

But that was all. He was nothing more than a shallow opportunist.

Xin Yao looked at him with disdain. “Questioning me? You have no right.”

Without another glance, she turned and walked away, her entourage following closely behind.

The click of her heels against the floor was sharp, cold, and authoritative.

As she passed Xu Qing, she glanced at him sideways. “Pathetic.”

Her condescending tone, her utter disregard, stung his pride, his fists clenching at his sides.

The executives trailing behind her also glanced at him, their expressions a mixture of pity and contempt.

Their collective gaze amplified his humiliation, leaving him standing there, his face burning with shame.

But Xin Yao, walking away, didn’t give him a second thought.

As the “new” CEO, she was busy. She was leading her team on a site inspection.

Though lacking experience, she was talented, capable, and a quick learner. With the occasional advice from the dog system, she was even starting to enjoy the challenges of her new role, excelling in her responsibilities.

The day flew by, and soon it was time to leave.

Glancing at her watch, she sighed, then smiled.

She hadn’t forgotten her evening appointment with Pei Yu. The other woman had even sent a reminder.

It was time to go.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Xin Yao arrived at the restaurant where she was to meet Pei Yu.

She was still wearing her ink-wash dress and white silk coat, the fabric flowing gracefully around her as she walked.

Her hair was pulled back with a pearl clip, but after a long day at work, a few strands had come loose, framing her delicate face.

She knew the restaurant well. It was one of the most prestigious establishments in S City, and, of course, it was owned by the Pei Corporation.

But as she followed the waiter, a sense of unease settled over her.

The restaurant was deserted. Apart from the staff, she didn’t see a single other customer.

This eerily familiar scene – the entire floor cleared out – made her wonder if Pei Yu was simply reclusive or if she had an unusually strong sense of territoriality.

Finally, they reached the top floor, Pei Yu’s private domain. The waiter bowed and left without entering.

Xin Yao finally saw her.

Pei Yu sat at a table in the dimly lit restaurant, wearing a black pantsuit, her blouse buttoned to the top, gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, perusing the menu. She looked elegant, aloof, and utterly professional.

Sensing Xin Yao’s arrival, she looked up, her usually cold expression softening slightly.

“You’re here.”

Xin Yao smiled. “Yes.”

She took a seat across from Pei Yu, who politely handed her a menu. “What would you like to order?”

Xin Yao didn’t really care about the food. She was here to have a serious conversation. She ordered a few dishes at random.

However, as the food arrived, and the system helpfully provided the exorbitant price of each item, her hand trembled slightly.

The jade-handled steak knife alone cost $25,000, and the steak itself was even more expensive.

Xin Yao: Am I eating gold?

As she was reeling from the prices, the pre-dinner drinks arrived.

The system dog, a notorious alcoholic, was eagerly anticipating a fine wine. Xin Yao, influenced by its expectations, glanced at the drinks and froze, her eyes widening in surprise.

Instead of the expected vintage wine, the waiter had brought…two ice-cold bottles of cola!

Not that there was anything wrong with cola, but it seemed strangely out of place in this luxurious setting, and even more so for someone like Pei Yu.

Xin Yao was about to ask why when she suddenly remembered.

—That night, at the height of her distress, she had sobbed into Pei Yu’s shoulder, declaring she would never drink alcohol again.

Pei Yu, her sweat dripping onto Xin Yao’s neck, had asked softly, “What would you like to drink then?”

Xin Yao, still crying, had demanded two large bottles of cola, one to drink and one to smash over Pei Yu’s head.

So, this…this was because Pei Yu remembered her drunken ramblings?

Xin Yao couldn’t help but giggle.

Then it struck her. She had been hazy that night, her memories fragmented.

But Pei Yu had been completely lucid, remembering every tear, every word.

Xin Yao’s ears burned crimson. She suddenly couldn’t bear to look at the woman across from her.

Noticing her silence, Pei Yu paused, her hand stilling on the jade knife handle. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”

“No, no,” Xin Yao shook her head quickly. “I love it.”

Who wouldn’t appreciate such thoughtful consideration?

It made Xin Yao see the usually aloof and composed woman in a different light.

Beneath the icy exterior, there was a surprising gentleness, a touch of…clumsiness, even.

Lost in thought, she remained silent as they finished their meal.

As the plates were cleared, it was time for the serious conversation.

Xin Yao hadn’t changed her mind. She wanted to explain that night, to draw a clear line under their ambiguous relationship.

But now, facing Pei Yu’s gentle consideration, she didn’t know how to begin.

The carefully prepared words caught in her throat.

She decided to wait for Pei Yu to speak first.

Pei Yu, ever the decisive one, seeing Xin Yao’s hesitation, lowered her gaze.

Then, she sat up straight, her posture so formal and serious that it made Xin Yao nervous.

“So, Miss Xin,” she began, “when shall we get married?”

Xin Yao choked on her cola.

She stared at Pei Yu, stunned and bewildered.

Did I hear that right?

Or am I hallucinating again?

But I’m drinking cola, not alcohol!

Why is she talking about marriage?!

It wasn’t even a proposal; it was a matter-of-fact inquiry about wedding dates.

As Xin Yao struggled to process the unexpected question, Pei Yu looked at her, her gaze soft yet intense, and repeated, her voice firm and unwavering,

“Let’s get married, Xin Yao.”

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