Chapter 33: Transmigrated as the Abusive Story’s Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character p1
Pei Yu’s voice was pleasant to the ear, like the clinking of ice in a glass, cool and clear.
But in the empty hallway outside Xin Yao’s apartment, it sounded amplified, almost echoing.
The sound startled Xin Yao, snapping her out of her thoughts. She quickly put away her phone and rushed towards the figure huddled on her doorstep.
Kneeling down before Pei Yu, the hem of her warm yellow coat pooling on the floor, she reached out and touched Pei Yu’s face. It was icy cold.
Pei Yu was wearing Xin Yao’s oversized shirt and a pair of thin black pants, her feet bare against the cold floor.
How had she gotten here?
Had something happened? Why was she sitting outside Xin Yao’s door like this?
Xin Yao took off her scarf and wrapped it gently around Pei Yu’s neck.
“Why are you here? You know my door code, don’t you? Why didn’t you come in? You could have just called me.”
The warm scarf, carrying Xin Yao’s scent, covered half of Pei Yu’s face. She nuzzled against it, inhaling deeply.
It was Xin Yao’s scent, the scent of life.
It had been days since Pei Yu had last seen Xin Yao. Now, with Xin Yao right there before her, a wave of vulnerability washed over her, making it hard to breathe.
Demons didn’t cry. As a cold-blooded creature, Pei Yu had no tears.
But in this moment, she felt the urge to cry.
She had missed Xin Yao so much.
She reached out and pulled Xin Yao into a tight embrace, burying her face in her shoulder, inhaling the citrus scent of her shampoo, her voice soft.
“I don’t know what I’m doing. I just suddenly missed you, so I came.”
Pei Yu often told Xin Yao that she missed her.
But usually, her emotions were under control, her words, though intimate, delivered with a calm rationality.
Today was different. Held tightly in Pei Yu’s embrace, Xin Yao felt a strange vulnerability in the usually aloof and composed CEO.
Despite her impassive expression, it felt like she was seeking comfort, like a sad, lonely puppy.
Xin Yao couldn’t resist. She hugged Pei Yu back, gently stroking her back.
“It’s okay. Are you cold? You’re not even wearing shoes. Let’s go inside.”
Pei Yu nodded, then stood up, letting Xin Yao lead her inside.
Dressed in Xin Yao’s clothes, her bare feet padding softly against the floor, her head bowed, she looked like a lost child, obediently following her mate.
Once inside, Xin Yao poured Pei Yu a cup of warm water, then, seeing her snake tail, retrieved a blanket and draped it over her.
After some questioning, she finally understood the reason for Pei Yu’s unusual behavior: she was in her vulnerable phase.
During this phase, a demon’s powers weakened, and their emotional state became fragile, their dependence on their partner intensifying.
In short: not seeing their mate made them want to cry.
Xin Yao gasped, surprised.
Pei Yu was already clingy. This phase would be unbearable.
But she couldn’t bring herself to reject Pei Yu, who looked like she was about to burst into tears.
A crying Pei Yu was a terrifying thought.
Come to think of it, Xin Yao had never seen Pei Yu smile.
Her emotions were like a frozen river, rarely seen.
But that wasn’t important.
What mattered was how to deal with Pei Yu’s current state.
Xin Yao was worried. “How dependent are we talking about? Can you even go to work tomorrow?”
Pei Yu, her gaze fixed on Xin Yao’s face, clutched the warm cup in her hands, remaining silent.
Xin Yao understood. She lowered her expectations.
“Can you sleep alone?”
This time, Pei Yu shook her head without hesitation.
Seriously? Was she lying?
Was it really that bad? Would she be unable to bear being even a step away from Xin Yao?
What was she supposed to do?
Xin Yao, unable to refuse Pei Yu’s pleading gaze, hesitated.
“Then… should we live together?”
Pei Yu’s eyes lit up, her beautiful gaze sparkling like candy.
But beneath the surface, a current of possessiveness and control flickered in her eyes.
Even in her vulnerable phase, she was still a dangerous predator.
Just as she was about to speak, the doorbell rang, interrupting them.
Who would be visiting at this hour?
Xin Yao turned to look at the door.
Pei Yu grabbed her hand, as if afraid of losing her attention.
Xin Yao glanced back at the door.
The visitor, seemingly in a hurry, rang the doorbell repeatedly.
Xin Yao’s head swiveled back and forth, her neck starting to ache.
She decided to deal with the clingy snake demon first.
She looked at Pei Yu’s white snake tail.
“Can you retract your tail?”
Unfortunately, in her vulnerable phase, Pei Yu couldn’t control her transformations. She shook her head, her lips pressed together.
“I can’t.”
“Then there’s nothing we can do, baby,” Xin Yao said, gently stroking Pei Yu’s face. “Why don’t you wait in my room?”
Pei Yu looked at her, her gaze silent yet accusatory.
It was as if she was saying, “Someone’s here, and you’re hiding me away? How cruel.”
Xin Yao almost gave in.
But playing the victim wasn’t Pei Yu’s forte. Xin Yao, however, was an expert.
She took Pei Yu’s hand, her eyes soft and pleading.
“I’ll just see who it is, okay?”
Her voice, slightly trembling, tugged at Pei Yu’s heartstrings. The snake demon, reluctant to be separated from her mate, finally nodded.
Xin Yao led her to the bedroom, sat her down on the bed, and kissed her forehead.
“I’ll be right back.”
She turned to leave, but after taking a few steps, she heard a rustling sound behind her. She turned to see Pei Yu following her.
So clingy!
Xin Yao sighed, then stood on tiptoe and kissed Pei Yu quickly.
“Wait for me.”
Finally free from the clingy snake demon, Xin Yao returned to the living room, the doorbell still ringing incessantly.
She opened the door, and the motion-sensor light illuminated the impatient visitor: Xin Wanyin.
“What are you doing here at this hour?”
Xin Wanyin, never one for pleasantries, barged in, pouring herself a glass of water and gulping it down.
“What were you doing? Why did it take you so long to open the door?”
She slammed the glass down on the table.
“That bastard Xu Qing! I’m going to kill him!”
The dog system, in Xin Yao’s mind, scoffed.
[I’m not eating him!]
Xin Yao chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand.
“What happened? This is so sudden.”
Xin Wanyin’s voice was filled with rage. “That son of a bitch has been playing me all along! Since university! He had someone following me, taking pictures! He’s disgusting!”
The dog system couldn’t help but comment.
[This girl really likes using the word “dog,” doesn’t she?]
Xin Yao shook her head. “Didn’t I tell you he wasn’t a good person? Do you believe me now?”
“Sister,” Xin Wanyin pouted, her eyes filled with a mix of resentment and gratitude, “thank goodness for you. And Liu Yue.”
Hmm?
Xin Yao raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Liu Yue? How do you know her?”
“Well, it’s a long story,” Xin Wanyin said, then hesitated. “I’ll tell you later.”
“Anyway, I hired her to investigate, and it turns out that Xu Qing joined our company to steal our financial information! And after he left, every company he interviewed with had ties to Xin Corp!”
“That bastard was trying to ruin us! That’s corporate espionage!”
“And?” Xin Yao picked up Pei Yu’s teacup and took a sip. “You didn’t come here just to rant, did you?”
Xin Wanyin slammed her hand on the table. “Just you wait! I’m not letting him get away with this! Oh, and Sister, do you have any proof that his father actually committed suicide?”
Xin Yao did.
After the time-reversal vision with Pei Yu, she had been looking for evidence.
While it had been a long time, money could buy anything, especially with Pei Yu’s help.
They had managed to recover two video recordings, one of which clearly showed the entire incident.
Xin Yao kept the recording in a safe in her bedroom.
Hearing Xin Wanyin’s question, she instinctively glanced towards her bedroom.
And then she almost screamed.
The bedroom door, which had been closed, was now slightly ajar.
A beautiful face, half-hidden in the shadows, its eyes dark and intense, was peering through the gap.
It was terrifying.
After a moment, Xin Yao realized it was Pei Yu.
She glared at her. Couldn’t she even wait?
Sensing Xin Yao’s displeasure, Pei Yu quickly retreated, closing the door, pretending she hadn’t been watching.
Xin Yao turned back to Xin Wanyin. “You need it?”
“Yes!” Xin Wanyin nodded firmly. “Leave it to me, Sister. I’ve already discussed it with Dad. I won’t let you down this time.”
Xin Yao, relieved by her sister’s determination, nodded and went to retrieve the recording.
As she reached the bedroom door, she thought of Pei Yu inside, a mix of amusement and exasperation filling her. She slipped inside, quickly closing the door behind her.
The moment the door clicked shut, before she could even see her surroundings clearly, she was pressed against the door and kissed.
Sharp teeth grazed her lips, prying them open, a tongue slipping inside.
Perhaps due to her vulnerability, the kiss was deeper and more passionate than usual.
Xin Yao’s legs weakened, and she clung to Pei Yu’s neck for support.
Pei Yu’s arms wrapped around her waist, her hands gently kneading her skin.
The warmth of her touch sent shivers down Xin Yao’s spine. She let out a soft moan, then quickly covered her mouth.
“My sister’s still out there!”
She tried to push Pei Yu away.
Pei Yu, however, was reluctant to let her go, her fingers tracing Xin Yao’s wrist, her lips seeking hers again.
“You…” Xin Yao gasped, turning her head away. “Can’t you even wait?”
“No,” Pei Yu murmured, her gaze fixed on Xin Yao’s face, her voice husky. “I missed you too much.”
The three words silenced Xin Yao, her ears turning pink. She gently pushed Pei Yu away and went to retrieve the recording.
She knelt in front of the safe, her voice barely above a whisper.
“So… are you moving in with me, or am I moving in with you?”
Pei Yu looked up, her answer immediate.
“I’ll move in with you.”
She wanted to take Xin Yao to her own territory, to hide her away, but her apartment was cold and empty. And the thought of living in a space filled with Xin Yao’s scent was appealing.
Xin Yao chuckled, nodding as she stood up, ready to give Xin Wanyin the recording.
Just as she reached for the doorknob, Pei Yu grabbed her arm, turning her around and kissing her, her lips pressing against Xin Yao’s before she could even react.
Even this brief separation was unbearable, the kiss deepening with a desperate urgency.
Xin Yao wrapped her arms around Pei Yu’s neck, their embrace silent and passionate.
Finally, knowing she had to leave, she gently pushed Pei Yu away.
Pei Yu, still clinging to her, kissed her again.
Xin Yao, turning her head away, smiled, her voice a soft murmur.
“Be good. I’ll be back as soon as I give Wanyin the recording.”
Fortunately, Pei Yu, her rationality restored, understood that Xin Yao had something important to do. She let her go.
Their gazes lingered, then finally broke apart.
The door clicked shut behind Xin Yao, and she breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had just emerged from a battle.
Afraid that Xin Wanyin would notice her slightly disheveled appearance, she pulled up the collar of her sweater, covering the faint marks on her neck.
Xin Wanyin, however, was too consumed by her anger to notice. She took the recording from Xin Yao, a cold smile playing on her lips.
“Just you wait, Xu Qing! You and your entire family!”
“I’ll be in touch, Sister! Wish me luck!”
She left as abruptly as she had arrived, the door slamming shut behind her.
Xin Yao sat on the sofa, watching the door, her mind counting down.
One, two, three.
A rustling sound came from behind her.
Without turning around, she looked up.
In the dim light, she saw Pei Yu’s face drawing closer, her white hair falling around her face as she leaned down.
Xin Yao reached out, her fingers gently tracing Pei Yu’s beautiful features, her voice soft.
“So clingy, President Pei.”
Pei Yu bent down and kissed her.
“Mm-hmm.”
Lately, Pei Yu had started to fear the thought of Xin Yao leaving, disappearing from her life.
Fueled by anger and a deep-seated resentment, Xin Wanyin acted quickly.
Three days after receiving the recording, Xin Yao saw her counterattack.
It was a beautiful sunny day, a rare break from the constant snow.
Xu Qing went to work as usual.
But as he approached the office building, he felt a strange unease.
People were staring at him, their gazes curious and unfriendly, whispering amongst themselves.
The familiar scene made his heart pound. He frowned, quickening his pace.
He stopped at the company bulletin board, scanning the notices. Seeing nothing unusual, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But as he continued walking, passing by his colleagues’ desks, the stares intensified.
He was confused.
Just then, a colleague he usually worked with approached him.
She was a cool, stylish woman with dark blue hair. She slammed a report onto his desk, her gaze condescending.
“Finish this today.”
Xu Qing frowned, about to say something, but she had already turned and walked away, her voice echoing behind her, filled with disdain.
“Scumbag.”
Xu Qing had had enough of the strange behavior. He was about to confront her when a male colleague approached him, his face filled with curiosity.
“Dude, you’re a real piece of work. Did you really do that?”
Xu Qing turned to him, his brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”
His colleague looked even more surprised. “You don’t know? Check the trending topics.”
A sense of foreboding washed over Xu Qing. He quickly opened his laptop and searched.
The words on the screen, illuminated by the morning light, made his blood run cold.
A single word dominated the trending topics: Exploding.
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