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

Chapter 15: Transmigrated as the Abusive Story’s Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

A pale, slender finger pressed against the steamy glass, its knuckle white and trembling, as if enduring some unseen force.

But then, as if unable to bear it any longer, the finger slipped, leaving a faint, smudged trail on the glass.

A soft moan escaped Xin Yao’s lips, a sound like a kitten’s whimper, or a stifled sob.

But she immediately bit her lip, suppressing the sound.

Perhaps out of shame, or embarrassment, or a refusal to surrender.

She bit down hard, her teeth leaving a faint mark on her lower lip.

The person behind her wouldn’t allow it.

They leaned closer, their presence a gentle pressure, and slipped a finger between Xin Yao’s teeth, prying them apart.

Their usually cool voice, now softened by the steam, held a hazy warmth.

“Don’t bite, Yaoyao.”

Xin Yao hadn’t had many intimate encounters with this person, but she had already learned of their dominance and possessiveness. Even biting her own lip wasn’t allowed.

But Xin Yao was kind-hearted. In her hazy state, she thought that Pei Yu’s slender, beautiful fingers were too delicate to bite.

So she gently sucked on the offered digit, her tongue tracing its length, sending shivers down Pei Yu’s spine.

Pei Yu’s eyes, already narrowed into reptilian slits, widened further, her breath coming in short gasps. Her tongue flickered between her lips like a predator about to strike.

Xin Yao’s thoughts dissolved into a blur.

She looked up at the steamy glass, seeing only distorted shapes and shadows.

Only occasionally, through the fog, could she catch a glimpse of the scene reflected in the glass.

Behind the soft, yielding figure of a woman, a beautiful snake demon loomed, its eyes blood-red, its tongue flicking between its lips.

Its long, white tail, almost ten feet long, snaked through the bathroom, hidden in the mist.

The tip of its tail, however, reached out, coiling around Xin Yao’s ankle, then slithering up her leg to her waist, holding her captive.

Yet, its touch was strangely gentle.

When tears streamed down Xin Yao’s face, the snake demon lowered its head, its lips parting, its tongue flicking out to lick away the tears.

It was a primal gesture of intimacy.

How tender.

But the relentless assault continued, growing more intense.

Xin Yao, losing control, called her a beast, her voice hoarse.

Pei Yu, always accommodating in Xin Yao’s presence, simply replied, her voice a low murmur, “I am.”

Xin Yao hadn’t forced her to admit it, hadn’t wrongly accused her. It wasn’t even the first time she had called her that tonight.

Earlier, when the esteemed President Pei had fallen into her bathtub, claiming her heat cycle had started early, Xin Yao had scoffed, calling her a beast.

This situation, with her wrapped in a towel and Pei Yu on top of her, both of them soaking wet in the tub, was hardly appropriate.

Shouldn’t Pei Yu explain what was going on?

Xin Yao’s face, flushed from the heat and Pei Yu’s words, burned.

She instinctively clutched the towel tighter.

“Your heat cycle started early? Why?”

“And what’s going on? How did you suddenly end up in my bathtub? President Pei, you must know something, right?”

Pei Yu had been just as surprised to find herself suddenly transported to Xin Yao’s side.

She had no kin, and her knowledge of her own kind was limited.

But instinct, encoded in her bloodline, guided her.

After a moment’s thought, she understood what had happened.

She closed her eyes, her fingers clenching beneath the water, the delicate bones of her hand visible.

The sudden onset of her heat cycle sent waves of heat through her body, her breath coming in short gasps.

And Xin Yao was right there…

But Pei Yu restrained herself, maintaining her position, not looking at Xin Yao as she explained.

“The snake on your chest is a mating mark, a bond formed between partners.”

“It’s also a form of protection. In times of danger, you can activate the mark to summon me to your side.”

“You must have accidentally triggered it just now.”

How magical!

It sounded like a summoning spell.

Xin Yao looked down at the small white snake on her chest.

Perhaps because the summoning had been successful, or perhaps because Pei Yu, the source of the mark, was now present, the little snake was unusually still, its head lowered.

Sensing Xin Yao’s gaze, it flicked its tail and darted its tongue out at her.

It was strangely cute.

But partners…

Xin Yao didn’t consider them partners. Their relationship was more of a mutually beneficial arrangement, a transaction.

So, without much thought, she asked, “Is there a way to remove this mark?”

The heat and urgency of Pei Yu’s heat cycle seemed to freeze.

Her head tilted slightly, her reptilian eyes flicking towards Xin Yao before returning to their normal position.

After a moment, she replied, her voice cool in the warm bathroom, “No.”

The answer, both expected and unexpected, didn’t disappoint Xin Yao. After all, she was the one benefiting from this arrangement.

But she couldn’t help but think that snakes were truly domineering, not even allowing for a “divorce.” What if their relationship ended?

Just as she was about to speak, Pei Yu turned to look at her.

Her gaze was steady, not wandering, focused solely on Xin Yao’s face.

Her cold, reptilian eyes, however, were unnerving, like a predator’s gaze, sending a shiver down Xin Yao’s spine.

But the intensity of her gaze, the softness in her eyes, calmed Xin Yao’s initial fear.

She even found Pei Yu’s eyes, in this state, strangely beautiful, her tension gradually easing.

Pei Yu continued to stare at Xin Yao, her gaze deep and unwavering.

In the quiet, warm bathroom, for a moment, the air crackled with unspoken tension.

Then, her expression softening, she spoke, her voice gentle, “Miss Xin…”

Xin Yao, lost in Pei Yu’s gaze, blinked, snapping out of her trance. “Yes?”

But Pei Yu didn’t say anything, just continued to look at her, softly repeating her name.

“Miss Xin.”

“Miss Xin.”

Over and over again.

Her melodious voice, like ice cracking beneath a gentle touch, echoed through the bathroom, the soft whispers laced with a hint of warmth.

Xin Yao, already feeling the heat, felt a shiver run down her spine at Pei Yu’s words, a pleasant tingling sensation spreading through her body.

“What is it?”

She knew she should fulfill her promise, but now, facing the reality of it, she felt a wave of shyness.

Pei Yu, usually so direct, didn’t pressure her.

She continued to gaze at Xin Yao, then gently took her hand, guiding her fingertip to her face.

From her elegant brow bone, to the space between her eyebrows, then slowly tracing her eyelashes, finally resting on the corner of her eye.

Caressing her captivating eyes.

“Xin Yao,” Pei Yu asked softly, “is it because you’re afraid of these eyes?” That’s why she refused.

Perhaps it was the warmth of Pei Yu’s hand, enveloping hers like a comforting flame.

Or perhaps it was the gentle caress of her fingertip against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Xin Yao didn’t answer.

Pei Yu didn’t seem to be expecting one.

Beneath Xin Yao’s gentle touch, she lowered her gaze, her white eyelashes falling like snowflakes, hiding her reptilian eyes, her appearance almost ethereal.

“Don’t be afraid. They’re yours.”

The simple words, like a falling star, sent ripples through Xin Yao’s heart.

She looked at Pei Yu through the gap between her fingers, her gaze locking with Pei Yu’s.

Pei Yu had lifted her gaze, her eyes meeting Xin Yao’s through the hazy light and steam.

Their gazes intertwined, lingering.

The intensity of the moment, the warmth radiating from the demon in heat, made Xin Yao’s heart pound.

But after a long moment, Pei Yu still held her hand, not speaking, not moving, their gazes locked, the water in the tub growing cold.

The coolness made Xin Yao restless and impatient.

Impulsively, she leaned forward and kissed Pei Yu’s cheek.

The usually composed President Pei froze, her pupils contracting into pinpricks as she stared at Xin Yao.

Xin Yao, flustered by her intense gaze, took a deep breath, her lips parting, then closing again.

Then, feeling a surge of boldness, she said, “You… you said you’re in heat. So, are we doing this or not?”

Pei Yu had thought she was unwilling.

Unexpectedly…

Words were unnecessary now.

And Pei Yu was a woman of action.

She turned her hand, capturing Xin Yao’s wrist and pulling her closer.

Xin Yao’s towel slipped, their bodies pressed together, separated only by their wet clothes.

The cooling water seemed to reheat, then churn, splashing against the sides of the tub.

As the water droplets scattered, a large, white snake tail emerged from the water, slowly coiling around Xin Yao’s waist.

Then, as Xin Yao gasped, Pei Yu, fully consumed by her heat cycle, kissed her.

Chapter 14: Transmigrated as the Abusive Story’s Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

The next morning, Xu Qing left without saying goodbye. Xin Wanyin only realized he was gone when she heard the door close.

She got out of bed and went to the window, watching him walk down the street, presumably heading to a job interview.

Instinctively, she opened her drawer and grabbed the car keys, about to follow him.

Xin Yao had been right. The car Xin Wanyin had bought was intended as a graduation gift for Xu Qing, for his commute to work.

But as she walked, the memory of shivering through the cold night, and her sister’s words, surfaced in her mind.

She stopped, looking down at the car keys in her hand. After a moment, she turned back, tossing the keys back into the drawer.

Arguing, arguing, always arguing!

All he did was argue with her!

She had fought with her sister for him, was it so wrong to want a warm room? She wasn’t even asking him to pay for it!

He didn’t care about her at all.

Fine, then he could freeze while looking for a job!

Meanwhile, Xu Qing had deliberately slammed the door on his way out, hoping to get Xin Wanyin’s attention.

When he didn’t see her rushing out as usual, his face darkened.

But he was running late for his interview, so he left without waiting.

He had forgotten one thing.

The villa was located in an upscale, sprawling neighborhood, far from the subway station. In this affluent area, he couldn’t even find a shared bike.

In the original story, Xin Wanyin hadn’t argued with Xu Qing, so she had given him the car, which he readily accepted, driving comfortably to work.

This time, however, Xu Qing sulked, walking alone in the cold winter wind. It took him a long time to reach the main gate of the neighborhood.

Then, after searching for a while, he finally found a shared bike.

He was running out of time for his interview.

Anxious, he pedaled furiously.

The cold winter wind whipped against his face and hands, making his skin raw and his fingers numb.

But he didn’t have time to worry about that.

The traffic light ahead was about to turn red. He sped up, trying to make it across.

A red-haired young man in a sports car, startled by Xu Qing’s sudden acceleration, rolled down his window and yelled, “Are you crazy?!”

Xu Qing ignored him, glancing back before continuing to pedal.

His usual deadpan expression only served to irritate the young man further.

“Hey, asshole!”

The young man slammed on the accelerator, his car roaring past Xu Qing.

The weather was gloomy, and it had rained lightly the night before, leaving the roads wet.

As the sports car sped past, it hit a puddle.

A wave of muddy water splashed onto Xu Qing, soaking him from head to toe.

The red-haired young man laughed. “Idiot!”

Then, he sped away.

Xu Qing, caught off guard, was covered in mud, his interview suit ruined, his face and hands stinging from the cold.

His face turned red with anger.

“You!”

But the sports car was already gone.

His anger simmered, making his face flush, then pale, then darken with rage.

But he didn’t have time to waste.

He quickly wiped the mud off his face and clothes and hurried towards the interview.

Despite his best efforts, he was still an hour late.

When he arrived, the interview was over, and the interviewer was just leaving the conference room.

Xu Qing rushed forward, stopping him. “Excuse me, sir, I’m here for the interview. I’m so sorry I’m late. Something came up. Could you please give me another chance?”

The interviewer, startled, looked down at Xu Qing’s mud-stained clothes and frowned.

“I’m sorry, sir, but our company values punctuality. Regardless of the reason, being late means forfeiting the opportunity. My apologies.”

Half an hour later, Xu Qing left the company, rejected.

He stood on the cold street, his clothes stained with dried mud, his face and hands red from the cold, looking like a pathetic clown.

Recalling the disastrous morning, he closed his eyes, his fist slamming against a nearby car.

He was seething with rage.

That evening, the ever-diligent Wang Dui Dui reported Xin Wanyin and Xu Qing’s argument to Xin Yao.

It was all thanks to Xin Yao.

If she hadn’t fired Xu Qing, he wouldn’t have been so concerned about the electricity bill.

If she hadn’t frozen Xin Wanyin’s cards, Xin Wanyin wouldn’t have felt so wronged and resentful.

The first step in breaking them up had been a success.

Xin Yao and the dog system celebrated with a toast.

The celebration, however, quickly became chaotic.

The dog system, having lost all sense of decorum, barked and yipped excitedly.

He sprawled on Xin Yao’s sofa, demanding to become sworn siblings with her.

Xin Yao, perfectly sober and utterly disgusted, refused, swatting his paw away and sending him back to the system space.

With the troublesome creature gone, peace returned to the apartment. It was time for Xin Yao to take a bath and go to bed.

As the daughter of a wealthy family, Xin Yao enjoyed a comfortable lifestyle.

This was evident in her large bathroom, complete with a luxurious jacuzzi tub.

She had developed a habit of enjoying a glass of wine while soaking in the tub, pondering her next move.

After filling the tub with warm water, she tested the temperature with her toes before stepping in.

Ripples spread across the surface as she sat down, her skin turning a delicate pink from the heat and moisture. Water droplets glistened on her skin like tiny crystals.

She looked like a ripe peach, tempting and irresistible.

A soft, sweet fragrance filled the air.

Xin Yao took a sip of wine, the liquid staining her lips a deeper red. She leaned back against the tub, relaxing.

The water wasn’t too deep, reaching just below her chest as she reclined. The gentle ripples teased the curve of her breasts.

She tilted her head back, her hair coming loose and clinging to her wet neck and shoulders, the contrast between black and white creating a striking visual.

She looked like a seductive enchantress, or a beautiful, vulnerable swan.

Her fingers, tinged with pink, rested on the edge of the tub as she thought about her next move.

The warm bathroom, despite the cold winter outside, was cozy and comfortable.

In fact, she was starting to feel a little too warm.

She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead, a few strands of hair clinging to her cheek.

She had ignored the heat at first, but now it was becoming unbearable, making her thirsty and unable to focus.

A burning sensation spread across her chest, as if a hot iron had been pressed against her skin.

Unable to bear it any longer, she opened her eyes and sat up, startled by the flushed color of her skin.

But as she looked down, her eyes widened in horror, a gasp escaping her lips.

On her chest, right where the burning sensation was most intense, a tiny white snake was coiled.

It looked like a tattoo, but it was moving, slithering across her skin, its tiny tongue flicking out.

What was that?!

Xin Yao’s heart pounded. She immediately thought of Pei Yu.

It had to be related to her, but Pei Yu hadn’t mentioned anything!

Instinctively, she reached out to touch the tiny snake, trying to rub it away.

But it wasn’t a sticker. Rubbing it only intensified the heat, making her fingers burn.

It was the source of the heat spreading through her body.

As her anxiety increased, the tiny snake grew hotter, making Xin Yao’s face flush, her chest heaving, her breath coming in short gasps.

She felt weak, her fingers gripping the edge of the tub, her head spinning.

Just as she felt like she was about to lose consciousness, a loud crash startled her.

Something had fallen into the tub, sending a wave of water splashing onto her face and neck, momentarily blinding her.

She could only vaguely sense the object landing in front of her.

“Ah!” she cried out instinctively.

As her voice echoed through the bathroom, the water cascaded down like rain.

Through the spray and the mist, Xin Yao finally saw what had fallen into her tub.

She was stunned.

Sitting in her tub, right in front of her, was none other than Miss Pei!

Pei Yu was wearing a simple black dress, her white hair neatly styled. She must have been at an event, judging by her elegant, professional attire.

She should have looked impeccable, but now, soaked from head to toe, her usually aloof face covered in water droplets, her elegant black dress clinging to her body, the strap slipping from her shoulder to reveal the curve of her collarbone, she looked like a beautiful, water-drenched sculpture.

Her expression was calm, but her eyes held a rare look of confusion.

They stared at each other in the small tub, surrounded by mist and falling water droplets.

Their gazes met, a mixture of hazy confusion and electric tension.

For a moment, the world seemed to fall silent.

But cold-blooded creatures, by nature, were always alert to their surroundings.

After a brief pause, Pei Yu’s gaze shifted downwards, landing on Xin Yao in the tub, taking in every detail.

Her breath hitched, her pupils contracting into narrow slits, revealing her reptilian eyes.

Her sudden transformation startled Xin Yao. Realizing her state of undress, she gasped and covered her chest.

Hearing her gasp, Pei Yu snapped out of her trance.

She quickly averted her gaze, politely looking away.

She remained in that position, not looking at Xin Yao, reaching for a nearby towel and draping it over her.

Xin Yao didn’t see the way Pei Yu’s crimson eyes deepened in color beneath her lowered lashes.

She instinctively wrapped the towel around herself, still dazed.

As Xin Yao’s mind raced, trying to understand how President Pei had ended up in her bathtub, Pei Yu spoke, her voice muffled by the steam.

“Xin Yao,” she said, “I’ve changed my mind.”

Xin Yao, still trying to process the situation, was even more confused.

“Huh?”

Changed her mind? About what?

Pei Yu’s fingertips fidgeted with her skirt. Her voice was calm and cool, like jade falling into water.

“Initially, I decided to wait until the weekend because I didn’t want to pressure you.”

But sometimes, the calmest people were the wildest.

“But I overestimated myself. And my self-control.”

“Hmm?” Xin Yao blinked. “What do you mean? Could you be more specific?”

“I mean…” A drop of water slid down Pei Yu’s face, highlighting her stunning profile. Her white eyelashes lowered further, but they couldn’t hide the predatory glint in her eyes.

Her voice, however, remained calm.

Calmly uttering the most outrageous words.

“My heat cycle seems to have started early.”

“Xin Yao, I can’t wait until the weekend. I want to do it now. Is that alright?”

Chapter 13: Transmigrated as the Abusive Story’s Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

When Xin Yao left the restaurant, it was late, the stars scattered across the dark, velvety sky.

Sitting in the car, she leaned back against the seat, a lingering sense of breathlessness enveloping her, as if she were floating among clouds or submerged in the ocean.

Her gaze unfocused, she looked out the window at the night.

The stars twinkled like diamonds against the black canvas of the sky, their light mingling with the neon glow of the city, creating a symphony of both quiet and vibrant notes.

Xin Yao closed her eyes, but her mind was restless.

Images from the restaurant replayed in her mind: the lingering kiss, the near loss of control, Pei Yu’s assertive dominance.

The memories sent a blush creeping up Xin Yao’s neck. She instinctively touched her skin, her fingers brushing against something cool and smooth, slightly hard, like… a necklace.

But she distinctly remembered not wearing a necklace today.

Confused, she sat up and looked down, her eyes widening in surprise.

A delicate silver chain adorned her neck, its pendant a sparkling red ruby, nestled against her skin, its brilliance enhanced by the contrast.

Xin Yao instantly recognized it as the ruby Pei Yu had bought at the charity gala.

It dawned on her that Pei Yu had intended to give it to her all along, asking if she liked it before even bidding on it.

Pei Yu had been paying attention to her preferences from their very first meeting.

Xin Yao wondered when Pei Yu had put it on her.

Probably during the kiss.

She had been too preoccupied at the time to notice.

A soft smile touched Xin Yao’s lips, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

She took the necklace off, holding it up to the car window.

The ruby shimmered in the starlight, reflecting the night sky.

It was as if Pei Yu’s beautiful eyes were gazing at her through the darkness.

Deep and alluring.

The gift was too extravagant. She couldn’t accept it.

But as she looked at the ruby, then at the stars, and thought of Pei Yu’s eyes, her eyelashes fluttered.

Both the kiss and the ruby, the color of Pei Yu’s eyes, made the night feel strangely romantic.

Xin Yao’s day had been fulfilling, even romantic.

Her sister, Xin Wanyin, however, wasn’t having such a pleasant time.

The humiliation of having her cards declined at the mall had left her red-faced and embarrassed.

Back home, she checked her accounts and discovered that all her cards, except for one, had been frozen.

And her sister, the culprit, had blocked her.

Panic gave way to anger. After shedding a few tears, Xin Wanyin wiped her eyes, her cheeks puffed out.

Her sister was too much! How could she treat her like this over a simple disagreement?!

She wouldn’t go home! She wouldn’t talk to her sister ever again! And she wouldn’t ask them for money!

They thought she and Xu Qing weren’t a good match? She would prove them wrong! They would be together forever!

Xin Wanyin tossed and turned that night, unable to sleep.

The next morning, however, her mood brightened.

Today was the day her boyfriend, Xu Qing, would move in with her.

She had even fought with her father and sister for this.

Birds chirped outside as Xin Wanyin, already awake and dressed in her prettiest outfit, put on her makeup.

When the doorbell rang, her eyes lit up, and she practically skipped to the door.

As she opened it, the sunlight streamed in, illuminating her face and the person standing outside.

He was handsome and clean-cut, his dark hair contrasting with his fair skin. He wore thin-rimmed glasses, giving him a scholarly air.

His expression was serious, his demeanor aloof and distant.

He held a black suitcase, looking respectable despite his circumstances.

It was Xu Qing.

Xin Wanyin’s face lit up with a smile. “Ah Qing, you’re here!”

Xu Qing’s gaze fell on her, then on the house behind her.

The luxurious villa, a gift from Xin Wanyin’s father, was located in a prime location and exquisitely decorated, its minimalist design exuding understated luxury.

Even a single piece of furniture inside was probably worth several months of his salary.

It made him, a recent graduate who had just lost his job, feel inadequate.

He couldn’t help but think of his own home, his once happy life.

He tightened his grip on the suitcase handle, his knuckles turning white.

He closed his eyes for a moment before replying, a simple “mm-hmm.”

Xin Wanyin, oblivious to his subtle shift in mood, was still beaming, reaching for his suitcase.

“You must be tired from the journey. Let me take that. Go inside and rest.”

Xu Qing frowned slightly. “I can manage.”

“Let me, let me,” Xin Wanyin insisted, bending down to grab the handle. “I bought lots of fruit. Go eat something.”

After a brief struggle, Xu Qing relented, letting his girlfriend take the suitcase.

It was a bit heavy, and Xin Wanyin stumbled slightly as she pulled it inside.

Once inside, however, Xu Qing didn’t touch the fruit Xin Wanyin had carefully prepared. He sat down and stared at his phone, his head bowed.

Xin Wanyin, after putting away the suitcase, poured him a glass of water and offered him the fruit.

“Ah Qing, try this. These longans are very sweet.”

Xu Qing didn’t look up from his phone. “No, thank you.”

“Oh, you don’t like longans? How about some grapes?”

“No,” he frowned slightly. “I’m not hungry.”

“Then how about this? This…”

“I said I’m not eating!”

His sharp voice echoed through the living room, followed by silence.

Xu Qing immediately realized his tone had been harsh.

He looked up to see Xin Wanyin’s hurt expression, her hand still holding the fruit she had offered him, tears threatening to spill.

He still needed Xin Wanyin. He couldn’t afford to upset her.

Xu Qing rubbed his temples, his eyes softening with apology. “I’m sorry. I’m just in a bad mood.”

He showed her his phone screen, displaying a job search website. “I was just looking for a job, talking to an HR representative. You know, I just left the Xin Corporation yesterday.”

He put down his phone and took Xin Wanyin’s hands in his, his voice gentle. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. Forgive me, Wanyin.”

Xu Qing was usually aloof and cold towards most people.

Only with her did he show vulnerability and tenderness. Xin Wanyin was easily swayed by this.

And he had mentioned his job search.

This softened her even further. She took his hands, her eyes filled with apology.

“I should be the one apologizing. I didn’t know my sister would suddenly fire you.”

“She must be taking her anger out on you because of me. It’s my fault.”

Her voice trembled, and tears started to fall.

Sometimes, Xin Wanyin was truly endearing.

Xu Qing sighed, stroking her hair.

“It’s not your fault. I’m the one who’s useless, unable to provide for you, making you sacrifice so much for me.”

“Don’t say that. It’s not your fault,” Xin Wanyin said, holding his hands tightly. “Now that I’ve moved out, no one can stop us.”

“My sister even froze my cards. Does she think that will make me give up? Never!”

“Ah Qing,” Xin Wanyin buried her face in his chest, her voice choked with emotion. “I only have you now.”

She froze her cards?

Xu Qing instinctively embraced her, but his body stiffened.

Xin Wanyin leaving home for him was part of his plan, but he hadn’t expected her family’s opposition to be so strong.

This wasn’t good.

He frowned slightly, then quickly smoothed his expression, patting Xin Wanyin’s back. “Don’t worry. I’m here.”

Nestled in his arms, comforted by his words, Xin Wanyin felt a sense of relief.

But then a shadow of worry crossed her face.

Lost in their embrace, neither of them noticed the other’s expression.

Their loving moment, however, was short-lived. A few hours later, they had a minor argument.

The cause? The electricity bill.

Xin Wanyin’s new home was fully furnished, but the heating hadn’t been installed yet.

It was early winter, and the weather was getting colder.

Xin Wanyin, accustomed to a life of comfort and sensitive to the cold, had been running the air conditioning constantly, in both the living room and the bedroom.

Just before bed, Xu Qing accidentally saw the electricity bill and his blood ran cold.

He couldn’t help but snap at Xin Wanyin, accusing her of being wasteful.

Xin Wanyin was baffled. What was the big deal?

“But I’m cold if I don’t turn it on.”

Her obliviousness and nonchalant attitude infuriated him.

She was a pampered princess. She had no idea how hard it was to earn money, or how easily a life could be ruined!

It was a constant reminder that he was from a lower class, unworthy of her.

Still smarting from his encounter with Xin Yao, and knowing that Xin Wanyin usually gave in to him, Xu Qing couldn’t contain his frustration.

“I’m unemployed, and your family has cut you off financially. Xin Wanyin, can you please be more considerate? Do you know how many hours of work it takes to pay for these electricity bills?”

As expected, Xin Wanyin softened, tugging at his sleeve. “Okay, I understand. Don’t be angry.”

Xu Qing brushed her hand away. “There’s nothing to discuss until you actually change.”

With that, he turned and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

They hadn’t taken the final step in their relationship yet.

Firstly, because Xin’s father was strict, and secondly, because Xin Wanyin romantically envisioned their wedding night as the beginning of their physical intimacy.

Xu Qing, however, was eager, but afraid of scaring her away by appearing too pushy.

So, even though they were living together, they slept separately.

That night, Xin Wanyin didn’t dare to turn on the air conditioning.

She huddled under the covers, her hands and feet icy cold, shivering in the cold.

She wasn’t sure if it was the fear of her sister abandoning her, or her boyfriend’s inexplicable anger, but she felt increasingly hurt and wronged, tears silently streaming down her face.

Was her sister right? What had she gained from all her sacrifices?

Nothing. Not even a word of comfort.

For the first time, Xin Wanyin felt a flicker of resentment towards Xu Qing.

Chapter 12: Transmigrated as the Abusive Story’s Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

As expected.

She shouldn’t have asked!

And hadn’t Pei Yu already said something similar when she invited her to help her through her heat cycle?

How dare she repeat it!

Well, perhaps for a snake unfamiliar with human customs, a mating invitation and a direct request for sex were different.

The former was at least an inquiry, a show of politeness.

But hearing the aloof and seemingly untouchable President Pei, with her impassive face, utter such a blatant proposition was still incredibly shocking.

Xin Yao’s face burned crimson, the heat spreading from her ears down her neck, her skin flushed and warm like polished jade. She felt like curling up into a ball on the floor.

Following the initial shock came a wave of instinctive fear.

She was genuinely frightened by Pei Yu’s bluntness.

Xin Yao’s beautiful eyes widened, her gaze flickering with a mix of emotions, including a fleeting thought that Pei Yu was a refined beast.

As Xin Yao stared at Pei Yu in disbelief, Pei Yu was also watching her.

In the quiet, dimly lit restaurant, her blood-red eyes, reflecting the warm glow of the lamps, were mesmerizing and deep.

Her intense gaze seemed to draw Xin Yao in.

Pei Yu’s provocative words still echoed in her ears, and as Xin Yao’s mind reeled, her gaze locked with Pei Yu’s.

In that moment, her soul felt like it was being pulled downwards, plummeting into the memories of their intimate encounter.

The lights had been on that night. Neither of them had had the time or inclination to turn them off.

The room had been brightly lit, illuminating every detail.

Xin Yao had tilted her head back, her eyes slightly open, her vision blurred, seeing only hazy light and shadows.

A blinding white light had surged, then plummeted like a falling star, intense and sudden.

Xin Yao’s mind and body had gone limp, adrift like a small boat on a stormy sea.

But she hadn’t fallen.

Because she had been standing, supported by the large, white snake tail wrapped around her waist, a mixture of intimacy and restraint, holding her captive.

It was also a form of protection, preventing her from collapsing.

Even after they had finished, the snake tail had lingered, slowly tracing the curves of her waist and legs, its smooth scales caressing her skin.

Entwined, bound, captive.

Xin Yao had barely been able to breathe, and the snake tail’s owner had clung to her relentlessly.

As if the tail around her waist wasn’t enough, the snake demon had pulled her into a tight embrace.

Lowering her head, her scarlet tongue flicked out, seeking Xin Yao’s lips, teasing and probing, trying to pry them open.

In her hazy state, Xin Yao hadn’t felt fear, only annoyance. She had turned her head away, refusing the kiss.

She had struggled to escape, her movements frantic.

The snake tail, careful not to hurt her, had loosened its grip.

Xin Yao had seized the opportunity, pushing Pei Yu away and stumbling away on weak legs.

But a demon in heat was fiercely possessive. The momentary release had been out of concern, not a sign of surrender.

With a flick of its white tail, it had wrapped around Xin Yao’s slender waist, pulling her back. Pei Yu, now fully consumed by her desires, clung to her.

Xin Yao, having taken only two steps, was pressed against the wall, her hands captured and intertwined with Pei Yu’s.

The possessive embrace left her trapped, the cold wall against her front, the now unrestrained beast against her back.

The beast, lost in passion, nuzzled against her neck, its tongue tracing her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Xin Yao’s legs had weakened, giving Pei Yu complete control.

Intimate, frantic, unrestrained.

That night had been… incredibly intense, even the faintest memory sending a thrill through her.

She had been wrong.

She had been too drunk, forgetting too much, misled by Pei Yu’s cold demeanor.

She had forgotten how wild this person could be when all pretense was discarded.

The initial discomfort caused by Pei Yu’s words vanished, replaced by a mix of panic and shyness.

And a touch of fear.

Because she finally understood the hidden depths beneath Pei Yu’s aloof exterior, the side she had glimpsed that night.

This seemingly elegant and untouchable woman was, in reality, a ferocious beast, wild and dangerous, possessive and capable of consuming her whole.

She should have known this from the moment they met, but she had forgotten.

—Miss Pei was a dangerous person.

A small creature like Xin Yao, once caught in her gaze, would become nothing more than a delicious meal, unable to escape.

So, Xin Yao was afraid, especially after Pei Yu’s blunt confession.

Even though Pei Yu’s expression had remained impassive, Xin Yao felt a predatory glint in her eyes.

A primal fear, the instinct of prey caught in a predator’s gaze, sent a chill down her spine, her body tingling.

But as the saying went, some die for wealth, others for food. Every time Xin Yao wavered, a single thought surfaced in her mind.

Three hundred million!

She knew she wouldn’t be able to spend it all, or even take it with her. The Xin family was already wealthy.

Agreeing to Pei Yu’s offer seemed irrational.

But Xin Yao had just entered this world. Just a few days ago, she had died from exhaustion, collapsing in the snow, chasing money.

Her previous life had been filled with hardship. Even an extra bun for breakfast had been a luxury she couldn’t afford.

Now, it was as if a giant, illusory cake was placed before her, within easy reach.

Even though she knew it was an illusion, she couldn’t resist reaching out.

Like a small hamster, accustomed to poverty, she wanted to hoard everything she could.

Even if the comfort was fleeting, it was enough.

Xin Yao wasn’t easily swayed by beauty, but money was a different story.

Of course, these were just contributing factors.

The main reason she agreed was that she couldn’t bear to watch Pei Yu die.

But she also knew she would eventually leave this world and didn’t want to form any deep attachments.

Leaving Pei Yu to die would weigh heavily on her conscience, but helping out of obligation might lead to complicated feelings.

This simple transactional relationship seemed like the best option.

But ultimately, Pei Yu’s blunt words were a result of Xin Yao’s own curiosity.

The snake, unfamiliar with human emotions, had simply been trying to prove that her aloofness wasn’t a sign of indifference.

Her method of proof, however, was a bit too wild.

Understanding this, Xin Yao’s fear subsided, only her ears remaining slightly pink.

After her internal monologue, she finally spoke, though she wasn’t sure what to say.

“Pei Yu, I… those words are really…”

“I know,” Pei Yu said quickly, seemingly afraid of scaring Xin Yao away. “For humans, what I said might be considered impolite and frightening, but I didn’t want you to think that I’m being indifferent or flippant about you.”

Indeed.

After Pei Yu’s explanation, Xin Yao no longer doubted her sincerity.

Instead, she found Pei Yu’s awkward attempt to explain her feelings, despite her lack of understanding of human emotions, rather endearing.

Even a little cute.

It was a side of President Pei she had never seen before.

Xin Yao’s discomfort and fear completely vanished. She nodded.

“I understand. I was overthinking it.”

But after a moment of silence, Pei Yu didn’t respond.

Confused, Xin Yao looked up.

As she lifted her gaze, she saw Pei Yu staring at her intently.

Her gaze was so intense that Xin Yao felt self-conscious, touching her face.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?”

Pei Yu was looking at her with her head slightly tilted, her white hair falling around her face, her gold-rimmed glasses making her appear both elegant and aloof.

But her words were anything but aloof.

“Miss Xin, I want to kiss you. I’ve wanted to since the moment I saw you tonight.”

“If you don’t mind, may I kiss you?”

“Of course, it’s fine if you refuse.”

Her words were polite, even asking for permission before a kiss.

But their directness, like roses fashioned into arrows, pierced Xin Yao’s heart, sending a flurry of emotions through her.

Her eyes flickered.

“What if I refuse?”

Pei Yu, unusually relaxed and talkative tonight, even managed a joke. “Then I might be sad.”

“Oh?” Xin Yao blinked, then lowered her head, pretending to consider it seriously.

After a moment, she looked up at Pei Yu and smiled.

“Then I suppose I shouldn’t make a beautiful lady sad.”

This was Miss Pei, but also President Pei.

She might as well consider it practice for the upcoming heat cycle.

Pei Yu’s eyes lit up, her eyelashes fluttering. True to her decisive nature, she stood up and walked towards Xin Yao.

She was so tall that Xin Yao, now feeling a touch of nervousness, felt small as she stood up, enveloped in Pei Yu’s shadow.

They were so close that Xin Yao, looking up, could see the intricate design of Pei Yu’s brooch.

She realized, with a jolt, that she was about to kiss Miss Pei.

Her heart pounding, she opened her mouth to say something, to ease the tension.

But before she could speak, Pei Yu’s lips were on hers.

The sudden warmth and softness made Xin Yao’s eyes widen. She instinctively took a step back.

But the table was right behind her. Her lower back bumped against the edge, and she instinctively reached back, gripping the table for support.

Pei Yu’s kiss, like her personality, was both restrained and unrestrained, aloof and ferocious.

She asked politely before kissing, but once granted permission, she attacked with unrestrained passion.

Her kiss was so intense that Xin Yao could barely breathe. Pei Yu’s inexperience, her reliance on instinct, made her even more overwhelming.

Tears welled up in Xin Yao’s eyes. She regretted agreeing to this.

She tried to pull away, but Pei Yu, anticipating her retreat, held her firmly around the waist, refusing to let her go.

The more Xin Yao resisted, the more Pei Yu pursued, forcing her to submit, their struggle a passionate dance of push and pull.

This snake woman was truly domineering and possessive.

Xin Yao now understood the primal instincts hidden beneath President Pei’s cold, elegant exterior.

Her raw desire and possessiveness were unleashed upon Xin Yao.

Xin Yao: I was so wrong. She’s not aloof at all!

Fortunately, they were in public, and Pei Yu, still retaining some control, stopped before Xin Yao completely lost it.

Xin Yao’s legs were weak, and she could barely stand without Pei Yu’s support.

As she looked up at Pei Yu, tears streamed down her face, her lips and eyes red, her expression vulnerable.

Pei Yu had regained her usual composure. If not for the faint lip print on her lips, there would be no trace of her earlier passion.

She even gently wiped away the tears from Xin Yao’s cheeks.

Then, leaning down, her face so close that their breaths mingled, she looked into Xin Yao’s eyes and softly asked, “Are we closer now, Miss Xin?”

She cared deeply about this.

Ever since Xin Yao had rejected her, claiming they weren’t close enough, she had been bothered by it.

So, Pei Yu wanted to be closer to Miss Xin, much closer.

In that moment, Pei Yu’s eyes were so beautiful, like shimmering rubies, their light intoxicating.

Xin Yao, as if under a spell, reached out and gently touched Pei Yu’s face, nodding softly.

“Yes.”

T/N: Lamia = snake demon

Chapter 11: Transmigrated as the Abusive Story’s Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

Xin Yao felt a twinge of regret.

She had been so drunk that night that the intimate scenes, the intense entanglement, and Pei Yu’s unrestrained passion were like a hazy dream, both alluring and indistinct.

Otherwise, she could have…

No!

Xin Yao snapped out of her reverie.

What was she thinking?

She couldn’t be seduced by the beautiful snake demon!

Xin Yao pinched herself, straightened her back, and firmly refused, “I’m sorry, Miss Pei, but I can’t accept your offer.”

Otherwise, she might die in the alluring snake demon’s bed, drained of her life force.

While she genuinely wanted to help Pei Yu, 17 hours was simply too much! It was a death sentence!

She had always thought such descriptions in stories were exaggerated, but now, having experienced it firsthand, Xin Yao finally understood that demons could indeed be captivating and deadly.

She couldn’t bear to look at Pei Yu, averting her gaze, her eyes darting around the room.

She almost chanted “Forgive me, forgive me” in her mind.

Xin Yao’s refusal was expected.

President Pei wasn’t disappointed. Her expression remained calm, her eyes unreadable.

Pursuing a partner was like a game of strategy or a hunt. She had plenty of patience.

She even relaxed her posture, leaning back slightly in her chair.

As the light and shadows played across her face, her beautiful, blood-red eyes, hidden in the dimness, fixed on Xin Yao’s profile.

After a moment of silence, she spoke.

Pei Yu pushed the folder back towards Xin Yao.

“Why don’t you finish reading before refusing, Miss Xin? If you’re willing to help me, I’ll accept any conditions. As for compensation, how about one hundred million? We can negotiate if you’re not satisfied.”

The casual way she mentioned such a large sum of money left Xin Yao momentarily speechless.

She instinctively refused, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.

“Miss Pei, you misunderstand. I’m not that kind of person. I…”

“Two hundred million.” Pei Yu didn’t hesitate.

Her clear, melodious voice, like jade beads falling onto a plate, snapped Xin Yao back to reality.

Two… two hundred million.

She couldn’t breathe. What was she supposed to say?

Her heart pounded in her chest, and just then, the dog system chimed in, yelling in her mind.

[Quick, quick! Ask her if she needs a housekeeper! I can do laundry, cook, clean toilets, anything!]

[Or I can be your assistant! I’m a professional!]

Xin Yao: Shut up!

As if such wealth would ever be within your reach!

Despite her inner turmoil, Xin Yao looked up at Pei Yu’s serious expression and found herself speechless.

“I…”

Pei Yu had observed Xin Yao’s shock and hesitation.

Her eyes flickered in the dim light. Without giving Xin Yao a chance to speak, she continued, “Three hundred million.”

After a moment’s thought, she added, “After taxes.”

Xin Yao gasped, staring at her in disbelief.

Pei Yu remained calm, her expression unchanged.

Her legs were crossed elegantly, her posture relaxed as she leaned back in her chair. Her face, framed by her gold-rimmed glasses, was aloof and composed.

As Xin Yao stared, speechless, Pei Yu’s lips parted, about to utter another number.

Panicked, Xin Yao quickly snatched the contract.

If the price went any higher, she would be terrified.

“President Pei, please wait! I… I think I might reconsider!”

She had come here to refuse, but three hundred million!

Even if Miss Pei was a beautiful snake demon, it was still three hundred million!

Even if Xin Yao was going to leave this world eventually, it was still three hundred million!

She would not only help Miss Pei through her heat cycle, she would marry her right now if asked.

A mere 17 hours!

She could just ask the dog system for some medication!

Hesitating for even a second would be an insult to the allure of money and Miss Pei’s beauty.

If she had encountered this opportunity in her previous life, where she had died penniless, she would be laughing in her dreams.

Xin Yao, now fully invested, even started thinking from Pei Yu’s perspective, asking considerately, “Besides helping you through your heat cycle, is there anything else I need to do?”

It was an agreement.

Pei Yu’s posture straightened, her slender fingers tapping the side of her glass.

Like a predator hidden in the grass, seemingly relaxed but always focused on its prey, her gaze never wavered.

Now that the prey had fallen into the trap, her excitement was barely contained, her focus sharpening.

Pei Yu sat up straight, her jade-like fingers interlaced on the dark table.

“No, nothing else. I just need you by my side.”

Predators were always perceptive.

After answering, Pei Yu noticed Xin Yao’s hesitant expression.

“What’s wrong, Miss Xin? Do you have any other questions?”

Well…

Xin Yao hesitated.

She had intended to help Pei Yu all along. The compensation was just a bonus.

But having accepted such a large sum of money, would it be inappropriate to make further requests?

But since President Pei had asked…

Xin Yao coughed, slightly embarrassed. “Nothing else, really. It’s just… 17 hours seems a bit excessive, doesn’t it?”

To her surprise, Pei Yu, who had been so accommodating, frowned slightly.

“How long do you think is appropriate?”

Discussing such an intimate topic so frankly made Xin Yao blush.

Miss Pei’s bluntness was disarming.

She touched her nose, considered for a moment, then looked at Pei Yu, holding up two fingers.

“I think two hours is my limit.”

Pei Yu, without hesitation, replied, “Sixteen.”

What was the difference between 16 and 17?!

Xin Yao’s eyes widened, but she persisted. “Three!”

“Fifteen.”

Xin Yao had never imagined haggling over something like this, and Miss Pei was surprisingly firm.

She tried again, clenching her jaw. “Three and a half!”

“You…” Even the usually composed President Pei raised an eyebrow.

“Four, four, four hours, okay? President Pei, I really can’t do any more than that.” Xin Yao clasped her hands together, almost pleading.

Was she really supposed to ask the dog system for drugs?

He would never let her live it down.

“Fine.”

“Huh?”

The unexpected agreement caught Xin Yao off guard.

She had been prepared for a long negotiation. Why had Pei Yu suddenly agreed?

It wasn’t sudden.

As a demon, Pei Yu retained some animalistic instincts. She always observed people intently, her gaze fixed on their vulnerabilities.

During their conversation, Pei Yu had been watching Xin Yao.

She had seen the eagerness in Xin Yao’s eyes, the way they sparkled like a starry sky, full of life and energy.

That vibrant, passionate life force had captivated Pei Yu, drawing her in.

Naturally, she agreed to Xin Yao’s request.

“As you wish, Miss Xin.”

This unconditional acceptance, the feeling that Pei Yu would agree to anything she asked, made Xin Yao feel strangely pampered.

It was intoxicating.

But as Xin Yao drifted off in thought, Pei Yu spoke again.

Her voice was cool and calm, her words as direct as ever.

“So, since you agree, Miss Xin, we can revise the contract tonight and officially sign it tomorrow. How does that sound?”

“I’ll transfer a deposit to you, which should arrive by Friday.”

“As for the first… session, we can schedule it for this weekend, after the deposit arrives. Is that acceptable?”

Pei Yu’s words were like a splash of cold water, jolting Xin Yao out of her daze.

She looked up at Pei Yu, her mind clearer than ever.

She realized that since meeting Pei Yu, she hadn’t seen her express any other emotion.

She was always aloof, distant, never smiling, never angry, never showing any vulnerability.

Even now, discussing such an intimate topic, their first time while sober, she was utterly calm, as if discussing a business deal.

And Xin Yao had become the commodity in that deal.

Xin Yao opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, pressing her lips together.

It was just a transaction, after all.

She hadn’t intended to get involved with Miss Pei anyway, and she knew that Miss Pei was a cold and distant person.

But still, a feeling of unease lingered, like a fishbone caught in her throat, not painful, not irritating, but persistently uncomfortable.

Snakes were highly perceptive.

While Pei Yu didn’t understand human emotions, she was attuned to Xin Yao’s moods, easily sensing her sudden shift in demeanor.

She always spoke her mind.

“What’s wrong, Miss Xin? If you have any concerns, please tell me.”

“No, I don’t have any concerns,” Xin Yao replied, no longer wanting to discuss the topic, nodding vaguely. “Anything is fine.”

Despite her words, Pei Yu clearly sensed her low spirits, a cool, soft fragrance that, while not as intense as before, was still captivating to the cold-blooded creature.

But she was unhappy.

Before coming tonight, Pei Yu had asked her assistant for some books on human interaction.

The books advised apologizing when someone was upset.

“I apologize if my directness offended you. I tend to be blunt.”

Xin Yao, on the other hand, disliked causing trouble for others. She felt embarrassed by Pei Yu’s apology and waved her hand dismissively.

“No, no, it’s fine.”

Pei Yu didn’t believe her, reflecting on her behavior.

“Or do you find me too serious and aloof?”

Before Xin Yao could answer, Pei Yu sensed a shift in her scent, the cool fragrance becoming warmer, softer.

So that was it.

Pei Yu’s fingers fidgeted, a rare moment of hesitation for her.

After a pause, she looked up at Xin Yao.

“I’ve always been this way. I apologize if it makes you uncomfortable.”

She seemed to be apologizing constantly, making Xin Yao even more embarrassed.

“No, no, Miss Pei, it’s not your fault. It’s me…”

“No,” Pei Yu pushed her glasses up her nose, her blood-red eyes, illuminated by the light, appearing even deeper and more serious. “It is my fault. I care about your feelings, Miss Xin.”

“If I made you feel like I’m being indifferent or flippant about this, that’s my mistake.”

“I was just afraid that being too direct or too passionate would scare you.”

Too direct?

Could she be any more direct?

And passionate?

Xin Yao’s curiosity was piqued. “What would be even more direct?” What would passionate look like?

Pei Yu hadn’t intended to elaborate.

She felt that Miss Xin was emotionally complex, sometimes bold, but often timid and sensitive, like a small animal. She was afraid that revealing too much of her true nature would scare her away.

But if hiding it made Xin Yao feel like she was being cold, perhaps it was better to show her a glimpse.

Pei Yu tapped her finger on the table, lifting her head slightly. As the light fell on her face, her crimson eyes darkened.

The atmosphere in the restaurant shifted, becoming heavy and oppressive.

In this stifling silence, Pei Yu looked at Xin Yao and finally spoke.

Her voice echoed through the empty restaurant, calm and clear.

“Miss Xin, if you must know…”

“From the moment I saw you tonight, I wanted to mate with you.”

“But I couldn’t just tell you that. It would have scared you, and you might have disliked me.”

“Just like now.”

“You’re looking at me with fear in your eyes.”

Chapter 10: Transmigrated as the Abused Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

Xin Yao, perched on the plush chair, sat ramrod straight, her beautiful eyes wide with shock as she stared at the woman across from her.

It took a moment for her to process Pei Yu’s words. Then, like a startled animal, she quickly averted her gaze, her blushing cheeks and fluttering eyelashes illuminated by the soft candlelight.

“W-what are you talking about?!”

How could she just…blurt that out?!

Seeing Xin Yao’s flustered, almost panicked reaction, Pei Yu, though not understanding the reason for her surprise, realized her mating invitation might have been inappropriate.

As a cold-blooded creature, she wasn’t attuned to the nuances of human courtship, unfamiliar with the complexities of emotions, relying mostly on instinct.

If she wanted something, she took it. If not, she discarded it.

Used to her position of power, accustomed to others obeying her every whim, she had never considered the impact of her words or actions.

While aware of her unconventional behavior, she had never seen it as a flaw.

But now, facing the woman she was supposed to be courting, the vibrant and expressive Miss Xin, Pei Yu felt acutely aware of her social ineptitude.

She should have been more cautious, approaching slowly and gently, like handling a delicate glass figurine, or stalking a timid prey, careful not to frighten it away.

Once Miss Xin lowered her guard, grew accustomed to her presence, she could then ensnare her, bind her completely.

But even the always-composed, ever-calculating President Pei had a backup plan for dealing with Xin Yao’s resistance.

Pei Yu shifted her gaze from the flustered Xin Yao.

Lowering her head slightly, she reached under the table and retrieved a thick black folder.

She opened it, revealing a stack of white papers.

Without looking at them, her long, manicured fingers gracefully pushed the folder across the table towards Xin Yao.

Her voice was calm and cool.

“My apologies.”

“I’m not well-versed in human customs and emotions. If I’ve offended you, I sincerely apologize. It’s my fault.”

“However, I would still appreciate it if you would consider my…request. Think of it as…helping me with a medical condition. Of course, I wouldn’t ask you to do this for free. This is a token of my sincerity. Please, take a look.”

Her melodious voice, like the gentle clinking of jade, sent a shiver down Xin Yao’s spine.

She instinctively touched her burning ears.

Intrigued by Pei Yu’s offer, her embarrassment momentarily forgotten, she couldn’t resist picking up the folder.

“Sincerity?” Does that mean compensation for helping her through her heat cycle?

Not out of greed, but pure curiosity, she glanced at the documents.

Her initial curiosity quickly turned to shock, then to disbelief. Her blush deepened, then her face paled.

She pushed the folder back towards Pei Yu, her voice trembling slightly.

“Miss Pei, I don’t deserve a death sentence!”

The folder lay between them on the table, the bright lights of the restaurant illuminating the stark black print on the white paper.

It was a contract. Xin Yao hadn’t had time to read it thoroughly, but the first three clauses were enough to send her reeling.

In short, Pei Yu needed Xin Yao’s help to survive her life-threatening heat cycle, and in return, she would compensate Xin Yao generously for her…efforts.

That seemed reasonable enough.

Even without the offer of compensation, Xin Yao was considering helping Pei Yu. She couldn’t just stand by and watch her die.

But…

The third clause, however, made Xin Yao’s blood run cold.

It stated, in clear, unambiguous terms, that the stunning lamia sitting across from her required mating for a period of 17 hours or more during each heat cycle, and that her possessiveness and dependence on her partner would be extremely intense.

Seventeen hours?!

Xin Yao thought she had misread it, adding an extra digit.

But even without the extra digit, it was still outrageous.

My life is precious, too!

She now recalled that they had spent the entire night together.

And it was only because she had cried and pleaded relentlessly that Pei Yu had finally relented. Even then, Xin Yao had felt like she’d been run over by a truck the next day.

Any longer, and she would have probably passed out from exhaustion.

Xin Yao’s intensified reaction after reading the contract surprised even the usually composed President Pei. It took her a moment to realize what had caused it.

Unlike Xin Yao’s shyness and discomfort, the cold-blooded lamia was much more direct. She addressed the issue head-on.

Pushing her glasses up her nose slightly, Pei Yu looked at Xin Yao intently.

“Mating times vary among snakes, but longer durations, often several hours, are common.”

“As a demon, my needs are…more intense. However, considering Miss Xin’s limitations…” —Pei Yu remembered how quickly Xin Yao had started crying and trying to escape that night, requiring constant coaxing and reassurance— “…I’ve proposed a…reasonable timeframe.”

So, you actually considered my well-being when setting the “timeframe”? How thoughtful.

However…

As Xin Yao blushed, she couldn’t resist stealing a glance at the woman across from her.

Bathed in the soft light, Pei Yu looked even more aloof and ethereal.

Her gold-rimmed glasses perched on her high nose, her blouse buttoned to the top, her elegant fingers resting lightly on the table, her posture impeccable, her gaze cool and detached. She was the picture of power and control, utterly unapproachable.

And yet…

This same cool, composed, almost ascetic woman was discussing the most intimate and passionate of acts with the utmost seriousness, like a scholar presenting a research paper.

It was as if a goddess was lecturing on the art of lovemaking, or a frozen stream hinting at the fiery current beneath the ice.

She was cold, yet her desires were intense, her outward composure a mask for a passionate nature.

It was…strangely alluring.

Xin Yao couldn’t help but wonder if Pei Yu’s expression remained this impassive in bed.

Chapter 9: Transmigrated as the Abused Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

Xin Yao had anticipated their discussion to revolve around two possibilities: either they would part ways and become strangers, or they would explore their connection further, perhaps even starting a relationship.

She hadn’t expected Pei Yu to bypass all of that and jump straight to marriage!

Xin Yao was genuinely shocked. “Why?!”

“We’ve only met twice…well, three times, if you count that night. Marriage? Miss Pei, are you joking?”

But Pei Yu seemed even more surprised than Xin Yao.

The usually aloof woman looked genuinely bewildered, a flicker of confusion in her beautiful, ruby-red eyes. Such a display of emotion was rare for her.

“We mated that night,” she emphasized, her voice firm. “We shared the most intimate connection. It’s only natural that we should become mates.”

So, she’s a traditionalist.

The seemingly cold and distant President Pei was, in fact, deeply devoted to the concept of mating for life, believing that intimacy automatically led to a lifelong commitment.

That was…admirable.

But Xin Yao didn’t quite share her view.

“Marriage is a lifelong commitment,” she said carefully. “I think we should be more cautious.”

Pei Yu frowned slightly. “I am being cautious, Miss Xin. Every word I’ve spoken has been carefully considered. I’m not joking.”

“I realize this might seem abrupt, but I thought a direct proposal would be even more startling, so I decided to seek your opinion first.”

“If you agree, I’ll begin preparing for the proposal and the wedding ceremony immediately.”

Xin Yao: I’m so glad you decided to “seek my opinion.” A direct proposal would have given me a heart attack.

Even so, Pei Yu’s unwavering conviction that they were meant to be together was a little unsettling.

Xin Yao took a deep breath. “No, Miss Pei, it’s not about the ceremony. I believe marriage should be based on love, or at least some emotional foundation.”

“We have nothing. We’ve only met three times.”

Pei Yu fell silent, then looked at Xin Yao. “We can cultivate our feelings after marriage.”

“But what if we’re not compatible?” Xin Yao shook her head. “Wouldn’t that be torture for both of us? What’s the point?”

She hesitated, then decided to seize the opportunity and express her own thoughts, her voice softening slightly.

“That night…it was just a mistake. We don’t have to…dwell on it, do we?”

Pei Yu didn’t immediately respond to Xin Yao’s subtle rejection. She didn’t back down gracefully as Xin Yao had expected.

Instead, she lowered her head slightly, a lock of white hair falling against her cheek, obscuring her expression.

For a moment, all Xin Yao could see was her delicate chin.

And in that simple gesture, Xin Yao inexplicably felt a pang of sympathy. Almost as if Pei Yu was… hurt.

Then, Pei Yu looked up, her eyes slightly darker, her voice soft. “Xin Yao, are you saying…you don’t want to take responsibility?”

Xin Yao: !!!

The silence that followed was deafening.

Why does that make me sound like the heartless one?!

“No, no, that’s not it!” she quickly explained. “I just think this is happening too fast! I’m not ready!”

“Then what would constitute ‘not too fast’?” Pei Yu asked, her gaze intense.

Her stare made Xin Yao blush. She looked away, self-consciously touching her nose.

“At least…at least we should get to know each other. Start as friends, maybe?”

“Then perhaps,” Pei Yu murmured, lowering her gaze, “I’ve missed my chance.”

“Huh?” Xin Yao looked at her, surprised. “Why?”

You can marry me but not be friends with me?

Pei Yu’s explanation was delivered in her usual calm, detached tone, as if discussing something trivial.

“Because I’m dying.”

What?!

Xin Yao’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Her first thought was that Pei Yu was joking.

But Pei Yu wasn’t the type to joke.

Seeing Xin Yao’s shocked expression, Pei Yu elaborated without prompting.

It turned out Pei Yu wasn’t a pure-blooded lamia, but a hybrid, born of a human and a lamia.

As a half-demon, it was even harder for her to control her demonic powers.

That was why her heat cycle, when it hit two years ago, had been so unbearable.

In the demon world, a heat cycle marked a demon’s coming-of-age, the full awakening of their powers. It was a rite of passage every demon had to endure.

But Pei Yu, aloof and averse to human contact, had suppressed her heat cycle.

Until the night she met Xin Yao. The sudden, violent eruption of her heat cycle had thrown her powers into chaos, leaving her so weak she could barely move. In her weakened state, she had instinctively released her mating pheromones, attracting Xin Yao, leading to that fateful night.

Because she was still in the midst of her prolonged heat cycle, her powers unstable, and because she had been so close to the person she had mated with at the charity gala, she hadn’t been able to control her transformation, first revealing the illusory tail, then her true form.

However, if such a volatile surge of power happened again, Pei Yu might lose control completely, becoming a monster consumed by her demonic instincts.

With her fierce pride, Pei Yu would never allow that to happen. She would end her life before becoming a monster.

Xin Yao listened, stunned, then realization dawned on her.

“So, that’s why you want to marry me?”

“No.” Pei Yu shook her head. “Not to survive my heat cycle. To be honest, I don’t care about life or death.”

“I simply want to be your mate. That’s all.”

Pei Yu’s bluntness caught Xin Yao off guard.

This woman, who claimed not to care about life or death, had chosen her.

While surprised by Pei Yu’s apparent disregard for her own life, Xin Yao also felt a flicker of flattery. But—

“Why me?”

Pei Yu had endured two years of suppressed instincts, refusing to mate with just anyone. Why had she fixated on her after a single, accidental encounter?

Pei Yu’s eyes lit up, her beautiful gaze reflecting Xin Yao’s image and the soft glow of the evening lights, a surprising warmth in their depths.

“Because I think…you’re not afraid of my tail.”

And perhaps because she was the only person in the world who had dared to kiss it.

She truly didn’t care about life or death, but this person…this person was intriguing, someone she felt…compelled to try with.

Xin Yao, taken aback by her answer, felt a strange mix of emotions.

Was this woman, as a lamia, constantly met with fear and rejection? Was that why she sought out someone who wasn’t afraid of her?

She had come here to clarify things with Pei Yu, but somehow, things had become even more complicated.

Could she really abandon Pei Yu to her fate, despite having only met her a few times?

As Xin Yao wrestled with her conscience, Pei Yu spoke again.

As the head of the Pei family, she was indeed as decisive and calculating as the rumors suggested.

She had anticipated Xin Yao’s rejection.

If Xin Yao wasn’t ready for marriage, or even a relationship…

Pei Yu’s gaze settled on Xin Yao’s face. “Since you refuse, I respect your decision. We can start as friends.”

“But…” Her ruby-red eyes, now dark and intense like the night sky, fixed on Xin Yao. “Miss Xin, I’d like to invite you…to help me through my heat cycle.”

The sudden shift in topic caught Xin Yao off guard. “Huh?”

Pei Yu, helpfully, and with unnerving directness, repeated herself, her gaze unwavering.

“I’d like to invite you…to have sex with me.”

Xin Yao’s blush deepened, spreading from her ears down her neck, her skin flushed like a ripe peach.

She felt as if she were on fire.

How…how could she just say that?!

Don’t lamias know anything about being shy?!

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.”

Chapter 7: Transmigrated as the Abused Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

The night she met Pei Yu, Xin Yao had a nightmare.

She dreamt she was abducted by a giant white snake.

Its long, sleek body coiled around her, tightening its grip from her legs to her waist.

Its crimson tongue flicked out, tracing the curves of her body, threatening to kiss her.

The sensation was both arousing and terrifying.

“Ah!”

Xin Yao woke with a start, her eyes flying open, the morning sunlight revealing the lingering fear and embarrassment in their depths.

It took a moment for her to realize it was just a dream.

She let out a shaky breath and sat up, deciding to get out of bed.

After washing up and getting dressed, she prepared to head home.

It was Sunday, the day of the scheduled family dinner at the Xin residence.

It was also the day, according to the original story, that Xin Wanyin would have a falling out with her family over her decision to move in with Xu Qing.

Xin Yao had to be there.

Half an hour later, she arrived at the Xin estate.

While not as extravagant as the Pei Corporation’s holdings, the Xin family was well-off. They lived in a quiet, gated community, their house a stately mansion with a large, well-manicured garden.

Xin Yao paused to admire the house before pushing open the front door.

Before she even saw anyone, she heard voices.

A booming male voice echoed from the kitchen. “Keep an eye on that chicken! Don’t overcook it, or Yao Yao won’t like it.”

“I know, I know! I’m watching it! Lao Xin, why don’t you go relax?” a female voice replied.

“No, no, I have to see it with my own eyes… Yao Yao!” The man turned around, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Xin Yao. He hurried towards her.

His face, now visible, was round and jovial, like a laughing Buddha. He beamed at Xin Yao.

“Yao Yao! I thought you were coming tonight! Why are you here so early? It’s cold outside. Come in, come in! Have some hot tea.”

This was Xin Wanyin’s father, Lao Xin.

This cheerful, plump man would, by the end of the story, become a gaunt, sickly shadow of his former self.

He would even try, in his dying moments, to crawl across the floor and attack Xu Qing.

“My…daughter…my Wanyin…” Give her back to me.

But he would never see his daughter again.

He would die alone that winter, his body lying cold and undiscovered for hours.

Xin Yao, always empathetic, felt a pang of sadness as she recalled his tragic fate. She forced a smile.

“Dad, I heard you talking to Aunt Wu all the way from the gate. What are you making?”

Lao Xin chuckled. “Only your favorites!”

As they chatted, a faint sound came from upstairs.

Xin Yao looked up to see Xin Wanyin emerge from her room.

Xin Wanyin’s eyes widened at the sight of Xin Yao. She looked panicked for a moment, then her expression hardened, as if preparing for battle.

She marched down the stairs and sat down forcefully on the sofa opposite Xin Yao.

Lao Xin, oblivious to the tension, cheerfully announced, “Wanyin’s here too! You must be hungry. Let’s have lunch.”

Xin Wanyin ignored her father, her gaze fixed on Xin Yao. She set her jaw and spoke, her voice tense but resolute.

“Dad, since Sister’s here, there’s something I want to announce before we eat.”

“I’m moving out. I want to be independent and not rely on my family anymore.”

Xin Yao, already knowing what she was going to say, remained calm.

“I’ve already told you. I don’t agree.”

Lao Xin, who had suspected as much, sighed. “Wanyin, isn’t this a bit too sudden? Why don’t you think it over?”

Even Aunt Wu, overhearing the conversation from the kitchen, poked her head out to offer words of caution.

Facing unanimous opposition, Xin Wanyin grew frustrated.

“Why can Sister move out when she becomes an adult, but I can’t?”

“I’ve made up my mind. I’m leaving today. No, I’m leaving now!”

She stood up abruptly, apparently unwilling to even stay for the family dinner Lao Xin had been looking forward to.

“Hey, wait!” Lao Xin quickly stood up to stop her. “Wanyin, don’t be angry! It’s not that we don’t want you to move out, it’s just…”

But Xin Wanyin was too angry to listen. She pushed past her father and headed for the door.

Lao Xin, his back weakened from years of hard labor, stumbled and almost fell.

“Dad, are you okay?” Xin Yao rushed to his side, then turned to Xin Wanyin, her voice cold. “Do you only take your anger out on your family?”

Xin Wanyin hadn’t meant to push her father. It had been an accident. She had been about to apologize.

But now she was being scolded again!

She felt as if her sister no longer loved her. Tears welled up in her eyes, but her stubbornness only grew.

“I don’t care! I’m leaving!”

She stormed upstairs, then quickly reappeared, dragging a suitcase and a small backpack, clearly ready to run away.

Xin Yao wasn’t surprised.

This was exactly how it happened in the original story.

She had never intended to stop her.

Trying to force Xin Wanyin to stay would only lead to further conflict. She might even have to lock her up.

What good would that do?

Sometimes, it was better to let things run their course.

As Lao Xin frantically tried to stop Xin Wanyin, grabbing her wrist, “Wanyin, don’t be impulsive!” Xin Yao remained silent.

Xin Wanyin, her eyes red and swollen from crying, shook her head resolutely.

“Dad, don’t try to persuade me. I’ve made up my mind.”

“I love him. He makes me feel loved and appreciated. You all think Xu Qing is no good, that I can’t be independent. I’ll prove you wrong! I can do it! We can do it!”

Lao Xin was about to argue further when Xin Yao stopped him, gently placing a hand on his arm.

Everyone looked at her, especially Xin Wanyin.

Xin Yao’s expression was calm, her voice even.

“I’m not saying I agree with you leaving. I just realize it’s pointless to stop you.”

“But Xin Wanyin, remember this. You’re the one who’s throwing a tantrum and running away from home. You’re the one who claims to be independent.”

“Then, once you leave this house, show some backbone and actually be independent.”

Xin Wanyin, defiant, immediately retorted, “Of course! Don’t underestimate me!”

With Xin Yao acting as a mediator, Xin Wanyin’s departure was surprisingly smooth.

As she left, she looked back at the house she had grown up in, unaware of the implications of Xin Yao’s words.

With a mixture of excitement and guilt, she turned and walked away, stepping into the unknown.

Lao Xin, distraught, turned to Xin Yao. “Yao Yao, why did you let her go?!”

Xin Yao didn’t answer directly. “Dad, what do you think of Xu Qing?”

The question, seemingly simple yet complex, left Lao Xin speechless.

Xin Yao, however, didn’t hesitate. “I don’t think he’s a good person.”

“But can you convince Wanyin to stay? No. She needs to see for herself what kind of person he really is. Only then will she wake up.”

“And we can’t keep coddling her. Spoiling her will only harm her in the long run.”

Lao Xin’s greatest weakness was also his greatest strength: he always listened to his daughters.

After a moment of silence, he nodded. “You’re right, Yao Yao.”

“Then leave this to me,” Xin Yao said softly. “Don’t worry about it, Dad.”

Ten minutes after Xin Wanyin’s departure, Xin Yao picked up her phone and made a call.

“Hello? Secretary Cui? I have two urgent matters for you to handle.”

“No, it’s not work-related. I need you to freeze all of my sister Xin Wanyin’s accounts.”

“Yes, all of them. Any account that isn’t funded by her own earnings. She’s independent now. She won’t be using a single cent of the Xin family’s money.”

Ignoring Lao Xin’s quiet sobs, she continued, “The second matter concerns an employee in the finance department named Xu Qing. He joined a few months ago, but his hiring was irregular. Fire him.”

“Follow standard termination procedures. Give him whatever compensation he’s entitled to.”

“But,” Xin Yao’s voice turned icy, “I don’t want to see him in the company ever again.”

Xin Wanyin wanted a love untainted by materialistic concerns? Fine. Xin Yao would grant her wish.

She was curious to see how long their fragile love would last without the Xin family’s money.

Blind indulgence wasn’t love.

Sometimes, pain was the best teacher.

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The next day, Xin Wanyin woke up feeling restless.

The argument with her father and sister, her impulsive decision to leave home… it weighed heavily on her mind.

Fortunately, Xu Qing had been there to comfort her.

Tomorrow, she would finally be with him.

They would have a cozy little home, they would see each other every day, and they would prove her father and sister wrong!

In her haste to leave, she had forgotten a few of her favorite skincare products.

That wouldn’t do. Her skin was sensitive, and she couldn’t use just any brand.

With time on her hands, she decided to drive to the store and buy them.

She went to her usual store and picked up her usual products. At the checkout, she casually handed over her card, expecting the usual smooth transaction.

But this time…

The cashier swiped her card, then paused, politely trying again, but with the same result.

“I’m sorry, Miss Xin, but this card has been deactivated. Would you like to try another one?”

“Deactivated?” Xin Wanyin was stunned. My card is deactivated, and I didn’t even know? “Try this one.”

She tried card after card, but none of them worked.

Standing in the middle of the luxury store, feeling the eyes of the staff and other customers on her, she blushed crimson.

Abandoning her purchases, she stormed out and called Xin Yao.

No one else would do this! How could her sister be so cruel?!

But instead of her sister’s gentle voice, she was met with a cold, impersonal message.

“The number you have dialed is switched off. Please try again later.”

Meanwhile…

“What?!”

Xu Qing stared at the HR representative, his eyes wide with disbelief.

The representative patiently repeated, “Mr. Xu, you’ve been terminated.”

“That’s impossible!”

“Your employment has been terminated, Mr. Xu. Your salary and severance pay have been deposited into your account. We’ve also sent you the details. If you have any further questions, you can pursue legal action.”

“You must be joking!”

“You. Have. Been. Terminated, sir.”

Xu Qing, usually composed and reserved, lost his composure.

Fired? How is that possible?!

He stared at the HR representative. “Do you know who I am?”

The representative, having had enough, rolled his eyes internally. Are you deaf?

He enunciated each word clearly.

“Sir, you have been fired.”

Who you are?

You could be the king of the world, and you’re still fired by Miss Xin!

Chapter 6: Transmigrated as the Abused Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

“Do I? I… I don’t think so?”

They were far too close.

So close that Xin Yao could feel Pei Yu’s breath against her lips, warm and teasing.

Flustered, she turned her head slightly, pressing her lips together.

“Miss Pei, you’re a little too close. This isn’t really appropriate.”

Pei Yu’s gaze fell on Xin Yao’s delicate profile.

—She seemed slightly flustered, her eyelashes trembling, her long neck elegantly arched, like a fragile swan, a picture of reluctant beauty.

After a moment, Pei Yu straightened up and took a step back.

Her composure and impeccable manners had returned.

“Apologies. I wasn’t aware.”

With the pressure of her proximity lessened, Xin Yao breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to speak.

But Pei Yu spoke first.

She was usually quiet and reserved, yet now she offered an explanation.

“You said you had a stomachache. You’ve been gone a while, so I was concerned. I came to check on you.”

Ah…

So, she had come out of concern, not to capture her as Xin Yao had imagined.

But why? Because of their previous intimacy?

Did that mean the aloof, elegant President Pei did care about that night? A lot?

A warmth spread through Xin Yao’s chest, easing her fear of Pei Yu.

Judging a book by its cover – or a snake by its scales – is wrong.

President Pei is just a bit…cold. Not necessarily a bad snake. She’s not going to eat me.

Maybe I should get to know Miss Pei better.

Xin Yao offered sincere thanks. “Thank you, Miss Pei. I’m fine now.”

“You’re welcome,” Pei Yu replied, shaking her head.

Then, she looked at Xin Yao, her eyes calm and deep, pausing for a moment before repeating her earlier statement, her voice soft.

“You’re afraid of me.”

This time, it was a statement, not a question, as if confirming something important to her.

Xin Yao blinked, surprised. “Huh?”

“Never mind,” Pei Yu said abruptly.

She looked at Xin Yao intently, then lowered her gaze, her long, thick eyelashes casting shadows over her eyes.

“If you’re that afraid, then forget it.”

For a moment, Xin Yao felt as if Pei Yu had given up on something. Despite her impassive expression, she seemed strangely forlorn.

But you say that… Xin Yao exhaled, glancing down at her ankle.

The snake tail, which had disappeared earlier, had reappeared, coiling around her ankle even tighter than before, as if learning from its previous failure.

It had probably returned the moment Pei Yu first said “never mind.”

Xin Yao watched, dumbfounded, as the elegant legs across from her transformed into a large snake tail, which lunged towards her, a mixture of excitement and…petulance in its movements.

You say “never mind,” but your tail says otherwise!

Before Xin Yao could respond, the white snake tail swayed gracefully and turned to leave.

But its tip was still wrapped around Xin Yao’s ankle. The sudden movement pulled her off balance, and she had to grab the wall to steady herself, narrowly avoiding a fall.

Looking down at her ankle, she froze, her eyes widening.

Slowly, her gaze traveled upwards, tracing the length of the massive snake tail on the floor.

Bathed in the warm light, the snow-white scales shimmered like polished jade.

Unlike the illusory tail she had seen earlier, this one was solid, its scales smooth and cool to the touch.

If before it had been a phantom visible only to her, now it was undeniably real.

It seemed Pei Yu’s emotions had gotten the better of her, causing her to lose control of her transformation.

Xin Yao looked up at Pei Yu, her eyes wide with astonishment.

As if sensing her gaze, Pei Yu turned around, having heard Xin Yao’s near-stumble.

Their eyes met, neither of them speaking, the silence charged with tension.

Pretending not to see it now would be insulting.

Xin Yao, still holding onto the wall, straightened up and looked at Pei Yu, her expression carefully neutral.

“Miss Pei, I think you’ve…reverted to your true form.”

“Hmm?”

The aloof President Pei blinked, surprised.

She glanced down and saw her massive white snake tail sprawled across the floor. “Oh,” she murmured, a flicker of realization in her eyes.

Then, she noticed the tip of her tail wrapped around Xin Yao’s ankle, still trying to slither up her leg.

Xin Yao, emboldened, reached out and tried to gently push it away. Instead, the tail nuzzled against her hand, almost like a kiss. She quickly withdrew her hand, her expression carefully blank.

Even Pei Yu seemed slightly embarrassed. With a flick of her tail, she quickly retrieved the errant tip, then opened her mouth to speak.

Just then, the sound of approaching voices interrupted them.

The gala had taken a short intermission, and a group of socialites were heading to the restroom to freshen up.

Their laughter and chatter grew closer, nearing the doorway.

Of all the times!

If anyone saw Miss Pei like this, they would either freak out or call the police.

Or worse, she might be taken away for scientific experiments!

As the voices drew closer, Xin Yao’s anxiety spiked. Pei Yu, however, seemed unfazed, still standing by the door.

In a moment of panic, Xin Yao grabbed Pei Yu’s wrist and pulled her towards the stalls.

Her grip was tighter than she intended, her fingers leaving faint red marks on the other woman’s delicate wrist.

Pei Yu looked down at Xin Yao’s hand, then, without resistance, allowed herself to be led away, her tail swaying gracefully behind her.

Unlike Pei Yu’s leisurely pace, Xin Yao was frantic, practically dragging her to the last stall and pushing her inside.

Pei Yu didn’t resist, the powerful President Pei unceremoniously stuffed into the tiny space.

However, her massive white tail remained outside.

With a sigh, Xin Yao rushed out, scooped up the tail in her arms, and struggled back into the stall, just as the socialites entered the restroom, chattering amongst themselves.

Xin Yao slammed the door shut just in time, breathing a sigh of relief.

But then she realized the problem.

The stall was tiny, barely big enough for two people.

Pei Yu’s tail, taking up most of the space, made it difficult to even breathe.

Xin Yao was practically face-to-face with the stunning lamia, separated only by the massive tail in her arms.

Her relief evaporated, replaced by a wave of fresh panic. I didn’t need to hide! Why did I follow her in here?

And then, as if things weren’t awkward enough, the snake tail, seemingly representing Pei Yu’s primal instincts, began to stir, rubbing against Xin Yao excitedly.

She instinctively reached out to try and calm it down.

But as she grasped the tail firmly in her hand, Pei Yu gasped.

The elegant woman leaned against the stall door, her head tilted back slightly, her pale skin flushed a delicate pink. She looked incredibly alluring.

Xin Yao, momentarily captivated by her beauty, stared at her, confused.

Pei Yu turned her head away, a strand of white hair falling against her cheek, her profile breathtaking.

“Gently,” she murmured.

She was talking about the tail.

“Oh, oh, did I hurt you?” Xin Yao quickly loosened her grip.

Pei Yu still didn’t look at her, but she replied, “No.”

“My tail…it’s sensitive.”

“It…tickles. I’m not used to it.”

Xin Yao’s hand, still resting on the scales, froze. She wasn’t sure whether to remove it.

After a moment, she managed to stammer, “Sorry.”

Silence fell over the tiny space, the air thick with unspoken tension.

It was Pei Yu who broke the silence.

She turned to look at Xin Yao, her fingers toying with the hem of her dress.

“So…do you like it?”

“Like what?” Xin Yao asked, confused.

“My tail.” Pei Yu’s crimson eyes fixed on Xin Yao. “Do you like it?”

The question changed the atmosphere in the stall completely.

The massive tail, filling the tiny space, began to sway gently, its scales shimmering in the dim light, coiling around Xin Yao, almost trapping her.

How could she answer “no”?

But “yes” wasn’t entirely truthful either.

As Xin Yao considered a polite, noncommittal response, Pei Yu seemed to sense her hesitation. The tail stopped moving, its tip freezing in midair.

The ambiguous tension between them evaporated.

Why is she suddenly upset?

Dealing with President Pei is like walking on eggshells.

As Xin Yao pondered this, the supposedly difficult President Pei spoke again, her gaze steady.

“If you dislike me, why did you help me?”

Xin Yao blinked, surprised by the question. “I don’t dislike you. Why would you think that?”

Pei Yu seemed equally surprised. “But you’re clearly afraid of me.”

Xin Yao didn’t understand her logic. “Being afraid doesn’t necessarily mean disliking someone, does it?”

Isn’t fear…dislike?

Pei Yu seemed genuinely perplexed, momentarily speechless.

Xin Yao knew she couldn’t avoid the issue any longer. Pei Yu clearly cared about that night.

Taking a deep breath, she decided to be honest.

“I was drunk that night. I don’t remember anything. Not your face, not your tail. That’s why I didn’t recognize you at first.”

“I’m not exactly fearless. Seeing a…well, a lamia…it’s natural to be afraid.”

“But I don’t dislike you. And I didn’t think you would actually eat me. Besides, what if someone saw you like that? I couldn’t just leave you to be…captured, could I?”

So, that was it.

Pei Yu had thought Xin Yao was regretting that night.

She had simply forgotten.

And now…

Concern. Care. Kindness.

Pei Yu saw those qualities in Xin Yao again.

Qualities she herself would never possess, yet admired and found strangely comforting.

That night…

For Pei Yu, it had been a night of torment.

Her long-suppressed heat cycle had finally erupted.

With her demonic veins severed and her powers temporarily lost, she had been unable to control her transformation, her half-human, half-snake form a source of immense pain and shame.

She had been forced to submerge herself in the cool water of the pool, desperately trying to suppress her instincts.

Whenever her heat cycle struck, she would look at her tail and, with a blank expression, tear at her own scales.

Until blood flowed freely.

Pei Yu hated her tail.

Xin Yao had stumbled upon her in that vulnerable state, which was why she had hissed at her so menacingly, ordering her to leave.

Any normal person would have been terrified, and Xin Yao had indeed been startled.

But even as she recoiled from the terrifying snake tail, she had also noticed the blood.

Despite her fear, she had asked softly, “You’re bleeding. Does it hurt?”

Does it hurt?

Such simple words.

Yet, in over twenty years, she was the first person to see her bleeding tail and ask if she was in pain.

Suddenly, Pei Yu’s anger had dissipated.

She had allowed this fragile human into her territory.

She hadn’t expected the intoxicated girl to be so…bold.

Not only was she unafraid, she had embraced Pei Yu’s tail. Pei Yu had pushed her away repeatedly, but she had persisted.

Finally, seemingly annoyed, the girl had grabbed her tail and kissed it, muttering,

“It’s so beautiful. I love it. Why won’t you let me touch it?”

This person…said she loved it.

The tail she herself loathed, this person loved.

And how could she…kiss her tail?

Pei Yu had sat up abruptly, her tail sending a wave of water splashing across the floor, her beautiful eyes narrowing.

Even though she knew the girl was drunk, her words just drunken ramblings, her own long-suppressed desires had surged uncontrollably.

Losing all control, she had pinned the girl against the edge of the pool, her forehead beaded with sweat, her lips almost touching hers.

But she had stopped herself at the last moment, her remaining shred of reason prompting her to ask for consent.

Xin Yao should have refused. But she had been drunk, and, captivated by Pei Yu’s beauty, she hadn’t just agreed; she had kissed her.

The water in the pool rippled as the snow-white tail coiled around Xin Yao, their tongues entwined in a passionate embrace.

Pei Yu had lost all control.

But she also knew that, as a demon, she was frightening. Despite Xin Yao’s drunken assurances, she must have been scared.

So, seeing Xin Yao’s anxiety tonight, Pei Yu had decided to let her go.

She hadn’t expected Xin Yao to say that fear wasn’t dislike.

So, she doesn’t dislike me.

A rare softness entered Pei Yu’s eyes. “Thank you,” she murmured. “And I don’t eat people.”

Xin Yao chuckled, relieved. “You’re welcome.”

Perhaps because the second half of the gala had begun, the voices outside the restroom had faded, leaving them in silence.

After a brief discussion with Pei Yu, Xin Yao cautiously opened the stall door and peeked out. The restroom was empty.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she motioned for Pei Yu to come out.

As Pei Yu emerged, her gown flowing gracefully around her, her legs long and elegant, she seemed to have fully regained her composure, once again the aloof, impeccably dressed President Pei.

But perhaps because they had implicitly acknowledged their shared secret, or perhaps because of the intimacy forced upon them by the cramped stall, Xin Yao felt a shift in their dynamic, a subtle…closeness.

“Miss Xin.”

As she pondered this, Pei Yu spoke, her voice soft.

Xin Yao turned to look at her. In the soft light, Pei Yu’s eyes seemed almost…gentle.

“Shall we meet again tomorrow?”

Huh?

Xin Yao had left that note precisely to avoid further entanglement.

But she couldn’t deny a certain curiosity about the person she had shared such intimacy with.

Now, having met her again, discovered she was not only a cool, elegant CEO but also a lamia… Xin Yao was a mixture of fear and fascination.

But…

Xin Yao didn’t belong in this world. She would eventually leave. She didn’t want to get too involved with Pei Yu.

This invitation, however, presented a perfect opportunity to clearly express her intentions, to explain everything.

She hadn’t done so earlier, partly because Pei Yu had been so kind, and she hadn’t found the right words, and partly because, well, she was the head of the Pei Corporation. Offending her could have serious consequences for the Xin family.

So, Xin Yao agreed. “Yes, but I’m going home tomorrow. How about the day after?”

Pei Yu nodded, a smile gracing her lips, then paused before adding softly, “About my tail…I apologize.”

“Hmm?” Xin Yao looked at her, curious.

Pei Yu avoided her gaze, her eyes lowered. “I haven’t been able to control my instincts lately. It…likes you very much.”

So, Miss Pei instinctively likes me?

Xin Yao blushed, speechless, managing only a soft, “Oh.”

A short while later, they left the restroom and returned to their seats.

Their gowns flowed gracefully as they sat side by side, neither of them speaking.

Under the bright lights, they were once again Miss Xin and Miss Pei, strangers to the outside world.

But they alone knew the truth of their shared secret, the memory of their passionate encounter lingering in the air between them.