Chapter 32: Transmigrated as the Abusive Story’s Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character
They almost did it in the office.
After the secretary left, Pei Yu’s kiss deepened, becoming fierce and possessive, her lips pressing against Xin Yao’s like a predator claiming its prey.
The kiss trailed down Xin Yao’s neck, the force of Pei Yu’s embrace pulling a button loose from her blouse.
The pearl button clattered to the floor.
Xin Yao’s neckline slipped, revealing the smooth, white skin beneath.
The snake demon’s eyes darkened, and she lifted Xin Yao onto the desk, her lips finding Xin Yao’s again, the kiss deepening.
The cool surface of the desk against Xin Yao’s skin, the contrasting warmth of Pei Yu’s body, sent shivers down her spine.
Her legs wrapped around Pei Yu’s waist, her arms around her neck, her fingers digging into the fabric of Pei Yu’s coat.
In their passionate embrace, they accidentally knocked over the coffee cup.
The brown liquid splashed onto the expensive carpet.
Pei Yu, ignoring the mess, lifted Xin Yao’s skirt, her head dipping towards the exposed skin.
Xin Yao, however, still retained some semblance of propriety. She covered Pei Yu’s mouth with her hand, her eyes, half-closed, glancing at Pei Yu playfully.
“President Pei, isn’t this a bit inappropriate?”
Pei Yu looked up at her, her white eyelashes fluttering, her red eyes filled with desire.
Xin Yao, slightly intimidated by her gaze, covered her chest and gently pushed Pei Yu away, jumping off the desk.
“We’re still at your company! There are people outside! We can’t do this here!”
Pei Yu paused, then stood up, her head bowed slightly, her white hair falling around her face, her expression unreadable.
Was she… sulking?
Xin Yao’s heart softened.
She stepped closer, taking Pei Yu’s hand and gently squeezing it.
“We can do it when we get home tonight.”
Pei Yu leaned closer, her lips brushing against Xin Yao’s ear.
“Can’t we go home now?”
“President Pei!” Xin Yao rolled her eyes, pulling her hand away. “Please focus on your work.”
If this person lived in ancient times, she would be the type of ruler who neglected their duties for their lover.
Thanks to Xin Yao’s refusal, President Pei somehow managed to endure until they were both home.
After Xin Yao left, Pei Yu spent the rest of the day in a state of restless anticipation, every minute dragging on, yet each second filled with a growing excitement for the evening.
The moment the clock struck six, she left the office and headed straight to Xin Yao’s apartment.
The evening sun was warm and bright, its golden light reflecting off the car windows and onto Pei Yu’s face.
She glanced out the window at the bustling city, the sunlight cheerful and inviting.
Suddenly, on her way to see the person she longed for, gazing at the vibrant sunlight, thinking of Xin Yao, the cold-blooded demon felt a flicker of understanding of what it meant to be alive.
Having shared such a vulnerable and intimate moment, their relationship had deepened.
While unspoken, their interactions resembled those of a couple in love.
They saw each other every day, exchanging messages constantly when they were apart.
But with the dog system’s constant reminders, Xin Yao hadn’t forgotten her mission, or Xu Qing.
Instead of confronting him directly, she decided to meet with Xin Wanyin first.
Xin Wanyin’s new drama had started filming. While it was just a small role, she was more dedicated than ever before.
When Xin Yao called, she had been on set and hadn’t wanted to come, but her sister’s insistence had made her relent.
She arrived at the meeting place, her lips pouting slightly.
“Sister, what’s so urgent? I wanted to stay and watch the leads rehearse.”
The weather was beautiful, the evening sky painted in shades of orange and pink, the warm glow stretching for miles.
Xin Yao stood in the soft light, in front of a small shop, smiling at her sister.
“You’re here. Come inside with me.”
Xin Wanyin looked up at the nondescript pet shop behind her sister, confused.
“Are you buying a puppy? Don’t you already have a big dog at home?”
Xin Yao didn’t answer, simply saying, “Come inside.”
Xin Wanyin, who also loved dogs, having been instantly charmed by the dog system, reluctantly followed her sister inside.
She looked around the shop curiously, petting the cats and dogs.
But Xin Yao remained silent, not revealing the reason for their visit.
After a while, Xin Wanyin grew impatient. She had to get back to the set.
She turned to ask her sister what was going on.
Just then, the other shop owner returned, a cheerful smile on their face, carrying a bag containing two small, white puppies.
They greeted Xin Yao and Xin Wanyin warmly, then placed the puppies in a cage on the bottom row.
Xin Wanyin hadn’t noticed the cages before.
There were five cages on the bottom row. Two were already occupied, and with the addition of the two puppies, only one cage remained empty.
That cage was empty.
Why was it empty?
Xin Wanyin stared at the empty cage, a strange feeling washing over her.
She felt like there should be a puppy in that cage.
Because, in her previous life, that’s where she had met Xin Ping’an.
Back then, her relationship with Xu Qing had been strong. She had often passed by this pet shop and had been instantly drawn to the small, fluffy puppy in the corner cage, its playful antics and affectionate nature captivating her.
She had taken the puppy home, caring for it, playing with it every day.
They had been inseparable.
But life was long, and there were other things to do, other priorities.
Especially with her whirlwind romance with Xu Qing, her attention had often been diverted, leaving little time for Xin Ping’an.
But Xin Ping’an was just a puppy. Its world revolved around its owner.
It couldn’t understand why its owner had suddenly stopped coming home.
Stopped brushing its fur, stopped sleeping with it, stopped playing with its favorite ball.
Xin Ping’an would wait by the door every day, its ball in its mouth, waiting for its owner to return, to open the door and greet it with a smile.
“Ping’an, I’m home!”
Every time the door opened, it would jump up excitedly, but it was never its owner.
Then, a strange woman had moved in.
She would feed it and play with it.
But Xin Ping’an rarely responded. It only wanted to play with its owner.
It seemed to have realized then that its owner wasn’t coming back.
But it continued to wait.
It stopped eating, growing thinner and weaker each day.
Then, one day, the house had been filled with people.
Laughing, chattering, their boisterous energy filling the once quiet home.
Someone had accidentally knocked over Xin Wanyin’s favorite vase, shattering it on the floor.
Xin Ping’an, usually so docile, had suddenly snapped, rushing out of the room and barking at the intruder.
Even a small dog, its teeth bared, could be intimidating.
The guests were startled, some even fleeing, asking Xu Qing why there was a dog in the house.
Xu Qing had kicked Xin Ping’an, sending it sprawling across the floor.
The already weakened dog couldn’t get up.
It whimpered, its cries a desperate plea: Don’t come into her house! Don’t touch her flowers!
But its protests were ignored.
The next day, Xu Qing had taken it to be euthanized.
Before leaving, Xin Ping’an had waited by the door, its favorite ball in its mouth.
The ball had rolled away, and it had tried to retrieve it.
But Xu Qing had dragged it away.
Xin Ping’an had looked back at its ball, a gift from its owner.
It had never seen Xin Wanyin again.
But Xin Yao had met Xin Ping’an.
Before entering this world.
In the Bright World, wishers paid with their souls to commission a task.
For difficult tasks, they paid with their entire soul.
Their souls would then be transformed into energy, powering the Bright World, until, after a long time, they had a chance to be reborn.
For simpler tasks, they paid with half their soul.
Half their soul would be transformed into energy, the other half reincarnated.
But those lacking half their soul would suffer a life of hardship, illness, or an early death, until their soul was returned to them by the Bright World.
After accepting the mission, Xin Yao had first met with the wishers.
She had been surprised to see a beautiful woman and a frail dog sitting across from her.
The woman was Xin Wanyin’s older sister, and the dog was Xin Ping’an.
They were willing to pay with half their souls to save Xin Wanyin, to give her another chance.
Xin Yao, still slightly confused, had leaned closer to the dog and whispered, “Do you know what you’re giving up?”
Xin Ping’an had licked her hand, as if to say, “I know. I’m willing. Please take care of her.”
Now, in the pet shop, Xin Wanyin stared at the empty cage, a strange feeling washing over her.
Even though she couldn’t remember, tears streamed down her face.
She collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
But the puppy was gone.
The Bright World offered a second chance, but the price was steep.
And the taskers, like Xin Yao, were there to fulfill these wishes, to ease the pain of those who had lost someone, to prevent further regrets.
Xin Yao, raising a finger to her lips, signaled to the concerned shop owners not to interrupt.
She stood there, her eyes slightly red, watching as Xin Wanyin cried, her heart aching for a past she couldn’t remember.
After a long while, Xin Wanyin’s sobs subsided.
They sat in a quiet restaurant, Xin Wanyin holding a cup of warm water, her eyes swollen, her fingers still trembling slightly.
She had no appetite, the food before her untouched.
“I don’t know what came over me back there. I just suddenly felt so sad.”
Xin Yao, however, continued eating, not wanting to waste the food. She paused, not looking up.
“Eat something first. You’ll need your strength. There’s something even more upsetting I need to tell you.”
Xin Wanyin looked at her, confused.
“What is it?”
Xin Yao continued eating, ignoring her.
Her silence only fueled Xin Wanyin’s curiosity.
“Tell me, Sister! What is it?”
Xin Yao, seeing her sister’s insistence, decided not to prolong the suspense. That was the reason she had called her here today.
She set down her knife and fork, wiping her mouth delicately, then took a stack of photos from her bag and placed them in front of Xin Wanyin.
Xin Wanyin picked them up, her expression hardening as she looked at them.
They were the photos that had been leaked online during the online bullying incident, photos of her having dinner with her father, shopping at luxury stores.
Even more detailed than the ones that had been leaked, clearly the originals.
Xin Yao looked at her sister’s pale face, her voice gentle.
“That must have been a difficult time. Why didn’t you tell me?”
After a long silence, Xin Wanyin managed a weak smile.
“I’m not a child anymore. I can’t rely on my family for everything. But where did you get these photos?”
Xin Yao didn’t hesitate.
“From Xu Qing’s cousin.”
“What?”
“I mean,” Xin Yao looked into her eyes, her voice firm, “I got these photos from Xu Qing’s cousin.”
“He told me that Xu Qing had hired him to take these photos. And that they had a network of online trolls to manipulate public opinion.”
“Wanyin, you’re smart. You can figure this out. Xu Qing’s cousin took the photos, your social media posts were leaked, you were attacked online, and then, at your lowest point, Xu Qing appeared, offering you comfort and support.”
“Do you really think it’s all just a coincidence?”
As Xin Yao spoke, Xin Wanyin’s face paled, her body trembling despite the warmth of the restaurant.
She wasn’t stupid. Now, free from the haze of love, her mind was clear, and she quickly connected the dots.
“You’re saying… he orchestrated the entire thing?”
“He had me bullied online, then came to my rescue?”
Her voice was barely a whisper, but she believed it.
She realized that Xu Qing was capable of such manipulation.
But there was more.
Xin Yao, not giving her time to recover, continued, “You were too young to remember. There was a worker who died on a Xin Corp construction site. Everyone blamed it on Xin Corp’s safety standards. It almost ruined Dad’s career.”
“I recently discovered that the worker committed suicide for the insurance money.”
“That’s important, but what’s even more important is that the worker’s name was Xu Jun. And his son’s name is Xu Qing.”
The series of revelations, each one more shocking than the last, left Xin Wanyin numb.
It all clicked into place.
“Oh, so he was targeting me all along. He never loved me. He was just seeking revenge.”
Her detached tone worried Xin Yao.
“Wanyin, are you okay?”
“Okay? Of course I’m okay,” Xin Wanyin laughed.
It started as a soft chuckle, then grew louder and louder, until she was laughing uncontrollably, her hands covering her face.
She had been a fool, completely oblivious to his manipulation.
A complete and utter idiot!
But then, the image of the empty cage in the pet shop flashed through her mind.
And in that moment, all traces of love vanished, replaced by a burning rage.
She wiped away her tears, her voice cold and hard.
“Sister, don’t worry about this. I’ll take care of it.”
Xin Yao, still concerned about her sister’s emotional state, simply replied, “Okay.”
Carrying the weight of two souls, Xin Wanyin had to learn to fight her own battles.
Xin Yao had been busy with her mission lately.
But she hadn’t neglected Pei Yu.
They messaged each other constantly, Pei Yu even adding several of Xin Yao’s stickers to her collection. But they hadn’t seen each other in days.
Today was Saturday, and Xin Yao was still working, her replies to Pei Yu’s messages slow and infrequent, leaving Pei Yu alone at home.
It was snowing outside, the sky a strange mix of bright yellow and gloomy gray.
Pei Yu lay in bed, naked, her porcelain skin glowing against the black sheets.
The sheer curtains were half-drawn, her body half-hidden in the shadows, her long snake tail trailing across the bed, its tip reaching the floor.
The room was quiet, but Pei Yu was restless.
She lay there, her breath coming in short gasps, her chest heaving, her arm covering her eyes, as if trying to block out some unseen disturbance. The movement, however, only made her breathing more erratic.
A flush crept up her neck and chest, her skin glowing with a delicate pink hue, a mix of innocence and allure. The tip of her tail tapped restlessly against the floor.
Suddenly, she sat up, pulling two items from beneath the covers.
In the dim light, they were barely visible: a black dress and a white, oversized shirt.
Xin Yao’s clothes, left behind after one of her overnight stays.
The snake demon, her state clearly unstable, curled her tail around the clothes, burying her face in the fabric, inhaling their scent.
“Yaoyao,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.
It was the scent of her mate.
But the gesture, instead of calming her, only intensified her restlessness.
Her fingers tightened around the clothes, the veins in her forehead throbbing.
It wasn’t enough!
The lingering scent on the clothes couldn’t satisfy her longing. It only made her crave more.
Pei Yu knew something was wrong. She had realized a few days ago that she had entered the vulnerable phase that followed her possessive instincts.
She had initially thought it was simply a weakening of her demonic powers, but her emotional state had also become fragile, her thoughts consumed by Xin Yao.
Outwardly, she was still the cold, aloof CEO, but inwardly, she was on the verge of breaking down, her every waking moment filled with thoughts of Xin Yao.
Sometimes, she even felt the urge to cry.
The scent on Xin Yao’s clothes wasn’t enough. It only made her feel worse.
She put on Xin Yao’s oversized shirt, clutching the black dress in her arms, her tail thrashing restlessly, her body coiling into a tight ball.
She fell asleep, holding her mate’s clothes, inhaling her scent.
After a while, she woke up, the sky still light, the snow still falling.
She hadn’t slept for long.
So, that night…
Xin Yao, having just returned home after a long day at work, a smile still on her face, was about to call Pei Yu when she paused, her gaze fixed on the figure sitting on her doorstep.
It was Pei Yu, dressed only in a thin white shirt and pants, her long white hair falling around her face, her body shivering in the cold.
Hearing Xin Yao’s approach, she looked up, her eyes, as white as the falling snow, fixed on Xin Yao’s face.
Her expression was impassive, her voice calm, yet her words were filled with a quiet desperation.
“Wife,” she said, “I missed you so much.”
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