Chapter 28p2: Transmigrated as the Abusive Story’s Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character
Lao Xin was an honest and hardworking man, never cutting corners.
Xin Corp’s safety standards were strict. How could such an accident have happened?
As Xin Yao pondered these questions, Pei Yu was at her apartment.
She had come to thank Xin Yao for her birthday celebration, having learned two new dishes she wanted to cook for her.
Hearing Xin Yao enter, she saw her troubled expression and sat down beside her.
“What’s wrong? What are you thinking about?”
Xin Yao looked at Pei Yu.
While it concerned her mission and the Xin family’s private matters, it wasn’t exactly a secret.
And Pei Yu wasn’t involved in the story. There was no reason not to tell her.
Xin Yao sighed, recounting the complicated relationship between the Xin family and Xu Qing, Xin Wanyin’s disastrous love life, and her own suspicions.
After listening patiently, Pei Yu said, “If you’re worried about this, I can help.”
“Hmm?” Xin Yao was surprised. “How?”
Her eyes, wide with curiosity, sparkled like stars.
Pei Yu reached out and stroked her hair.
“I’m a demon. I have certain… abilities.”
“One of them is the ability to revisit the past. I can show you what happened, for example, the details of Xu Qing’s father’s death.”
“Really?!” Xin Yao’s eyes widened further. “How does it work? Do I need to prepare anything? Incense, a bath, or something?”
“No.”
Pei Yu leaned closer, kissing Xin Yao softly on the lips.
“Hmm?” Xin Yao blinked, confused. “That’s it? But I don’t see anything.”
Her bewildered expression was endearing.
Pei Yu kissed her again, a hint of amusement in her voice.
“Consider it my consultation fee.”
What a shameless snake.
Xin Yao chuckled. “Miss Pei, I think you mean ‘taking advantage.’”
Having collected her “fee,” Pei Yu began her work.
She touched her finger to the center of Xin Yao’s forehead.
A cool sensation spread through Xin Yao’s mind, making her feel slightly dizzy, as if she were on a boat, rocking gently on the waves.
Her vision blurred, her mind swirling, and then she felt herself falling.
The next moment, she opened her eyes, a gasp escaping her lips.
She was floating in mid-air, her body translucent, like a ghost.
She was alone, Pei Yu nowhere in sight.
But she quickly realized that she had entered the past, and she began to observe her surroundings.
Everything was tinged with a sepia tone, like an old photograph.
Below her, she saw a small, dilapidated courtyard filled with clutter.
She heard voices coming from inside.
She floated closer, peering over the wall.
A man with weathered skin, his face tanned and rough from years of hard labor, sat on the steps, his appearance bearing a striking resemblance to Xu Qing.
It was Xu Qing’s father.
He was crying, his voice choked with despair.
“Three hundred thousand… where am I going to get three hundred thousand…”
Xin Yao knew the reason.
Xu Qing’s mother was seriously ill, and most hospitals had refused to treat her. One hospital had agreed to perform the surgery, but the cost was exorbitant: three hundred thousand.
Even now, it was a crippling amount, let alone back then.
Xin Yao looked through the window and saw a frail woman, her hair thinning, lying in bed, an IV drip attached to her arm.
They couldn’t afford further treatment.
Xu’s father cried for a long time before finally wiping his tears and sitting there in silence.
Xin Yao watched as his energy drained away, his spirit broken.
He returned to the room, his movements weary, and gently fed the woman in bed.
He didn’t cry anymore, his hand caressing her face tenderly.
“Ah Zhi, you have to get better. You have to take care of Ah Qing.”
The woman’s voice was weak. “Hmm?”
He smiled, not replying.
Then, Xin Yao watched as he bought two packs of cigarettes with his remaining money and went to visit his relatives, saying, “Thank you for taking care of us. Please look after Ah Zhi and Ah Qing.”
His relatives, not yet corrupted by greed, readily agreed.
Xin Yao’s suspicions deepened.
But before she could dwell on them, the scene shifted.
She found herself floating above a construction site.
She instantly recognized it as the Xin Corp construction site.
Xu’s father was working high above the ground.
It was lunchtime, and his coworkers were leaving, calling out to him to join them.
Xu’s father smiled, his expression simple and honest.
“I’ll be there in a minute. Just finishing up here.”
His coworkers left without him.
He quickly finished his task, then sat there, motionless.
What was he thinking, sitting there in the scorching sun?
No one knew.
Until now, as Xin Yao, transported back in time, witnessed the truth.
Xu’s father looked down at the ground far below.
Then, with a blank expression, he unbuckled his safety harness.
He leaned back, his body falling.
‘Boss Xin is a good man. He treats us well, and he’s kind.
If… if I have an accident on his construction site, he won’t abandon my wife and child. He’ll help them.
Then they’ll be safe.
Safe.’
“No!”
Xin Yao’s voice was hoarse, her eyes wide with horror as she watched him fall.
Forgetting that it was just a memory, she instinctively reached out to grab him.
But her hand passed through his image, grasping only air.
The next moment, she woke up on her sofa, her heart pounding, her forehead covered in sweat.
Pei Yu, who had witnessed the entire scene with her, held her close, gently stroking her back.
“It’s alright. It’s all in the past.”
Witnessing a death, even a memory, was traumatic.
Pei Yu was glad she had stopped the vision before it became too graphic.
Xin Yao, nestled in Pei Yu’s warm embrace, her face buried in her shoulder, wrapped her arms around Pei Yu’s waist.
She wanted to say something, but she didn’t know what to say.
Both Lao Xin and Xin Yao had blamed themselves for the accident.
It had almost ruined Lao Xin’s career, nearly bankrupting him.
He still carried the guilt.
But the truth was far more complicated.
Pei Yu held her tighter, her voice soft.
“Are you scared? Do you want me to stay with you tonight?”
Xin Yao, knowing she wouldn’t be able to sleep alone, nodded.
“What are you going to do now?” Pei Yu asked softly.
The truth, buried for so long, couldn’t remain hidden forever, could it?
And what about the accusations against the Xin family?
And Xu Qing needed to know how misguided his revenge had been.
Xin Yao looked up at Pei Yu, her eyes bright with determination.
“I’m going to tell everyone the truth.”
Her gaze was so bright, so unwavering, so full of life, that it made Pei Yu pause, her heart skipping a beat.
Just as she was about to speak, a sharp pain pierced her head.
Then, a soft, dripping sound.
The scene before her rippled, like water, transforming into a completely different image, a scene from ancient times, a bedroom.
Pei Yu was startled.
Her ability to revisit the past had a side effect: it sometimes triggered visions of the future.
Like now.
She saw an elaborately decorated bedroom, its furnishings suggesting wealth and status.
A single candle flickered in the dim light, illuminating a beautiful woman standing by the bed.
She was dressed in a thin nightgown, her hair slightly disheveled, her expression anxious and vulnerable.
The faint light revealed her delicate features, her eyes like pools of autumn water, her lips like cherry blossoms. It was Xin Yao!
Xin Yao was looking towards the door, her expression tense.
Then, with a bang, the door opened.
A woman in armor, her dark hair pulled back in a high ponytail, her beautiful face stained with blood, her eyes cold and sharp, entered the room, a bloody sword in her hand.
She radiated an aura of power and danger.
While she was a stranger, her face unfamiliar, Pei Yu felt a strange sense of recognition, as if she were looking at herself.
Xin Yao, seeing her, her eyes lighting up, rushed towards her.
“General, what’s the situation outside?”
Rebel forces were attacking the palace, and the Empress, renowned for her beauty, was trapped inside, a vulnerable prize for whoever breached the city walls first.
The Empress was terrified.
The General, her eyes cold and sharp, looked at the frightened Empress and shook her head.
“The situation isn’t good.”
Xin Yao’s anxiety grew. She grabbed the General’s wrist.
“You… you’ll find a way, won’t you?”
The General looked at the beautiful woman before her, her gaze lingering on her hand gripping her wrist. She captured Xin Yao’s hand, her fingers tightening.
“I will.”
“But I have a condition.”
Xin Yao didn’t hesitate. “What is it?”
Before answering, the General’s own emotions surged.
Her gaze, usually cold and sharp, now burned with desire, her breath coming in short gasps, her fingers tightening around Xin Yao’s wrist, her voice husky with excitement.
“I want Your Majesty to marry me, to share my bed, to be mine forever.”
The Empress, horrified, her eyes wide with shock and anger, pulled her hand away.
“Insolent! Do you know what you’re saying?!”
“Of course I do!”
The General stepped closer, her face inches from the Empress’s.
Her gaze, filled with possessive desire, was terrifying, like a rabid dog’s.
“I’ve been dreaming of Your Majesty. I’ve gone mad with longing.”
Her voice softened, and she leaned closer, whispering in Xin Yao’s ear.
“Yaoyao, think of me as a madwoman.”
“With the enemy at our gates, Your Majesty, it seems you have no choice but to choose this mad dog.”
And even if she refused, it wouldn’t matter.
The General would take what she wanted, capturing the Empress, keeping her by her side forever, her gaze never wavering.
The vision ended with the General’s possessive gaze.
Then, the scene dissolved, like a burning photograph, its edges curling and turning to ash.
As the vision faded, Pei Yu found herself back in Xin Yao’s living room.
She was holding Xin Yao in her arms, the Empress who had just looked at her with fear and disgust.
Sensing her change in mood, Xin Yao looked up, her gaze soft and concerned.
“What’s wrong?”
Pei Yu wanted to kiss her, to press her against the sofa and reenact the General’s frustrated desires.
But she restrained herself, simply stroking Xin Yao’s face.
She didn’t answer, not because she didn’t want to, but because she didn’t know how.
She couldn’t tell Xin Yao that they seemed to be connected by some strange fate, that in another life, she had pursued her relentlessly, even resorting to force.
That she had loved her with a desperate, possessive madness, like a rabid dog.
This was something Xin Yao couldn’t know.
It would scare her.
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