Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Chapter 119 Punishing the World 9

[Reboot countdown: five, four, three, two, one...] As the system voice sounded, the world fell into darkness once again.

Each reboot follows a pattern: the first reboot returns to the initial position, and the second reboot returns to the film crew in Hengdian.

As the world restarts more and more frequently, the intervals between restarts become shorter and shorter. Ni Qing stood in a corner of the film crew, the wound on her lip long since disappeared without a trace.

Wei Juan had just finished his turn and was about to return to the lounge. Song Gui glanced at the direction he left in and quickly followed.

The director, as always, came over, wanting to discuss a collaboration: "Regarding the next film, could we..."

But Ni Qing left hastily with a cold expression.

Since the death occurred in a hospital, let's prevent it from happening.

Song Gui had just entered the lounge, closed the door, and was about to say something when the door was kicked open. Ni Qing stood in the doorway, her expression grim.

Wei Juan tilted his head, still wearing an innocent yet feigned expression: "Sister, why are you so angry?"

Ni Qing ignored him and turned to Song Gui, saying indifferently, "Your scenes aren't finished yet, what are you doing here? Do you want the whole crew to wait for you?"

Song Gui's face immediately fell, but she still said apologetically, "Sorry, sis, I thought I didn't have any scenes left. I'll go right now."

He immediately flew away.

Once he was out of sight, Ni Qing finally had time to deal with Wei Juan.

The young man lay casually on the swivel chair, his head leaning lazily against the back, a slight smile playing on his thin lips as he looked up at her: "Hmm? Sister, do you have something to say to me?"

Ni Qing pursed her lips, her thoughts unreadable.

The image of the person who died before her eyes seemed still vivid in her mind—bloody, violent, and cruel. Her intuition told her that his death might be partly his own fault.

But if that's true, then this person is utterly depraved. Under what circumstances could someone fake being murdered and even go so far as to disfigure their own face?

At least normal people cannot.

"Are you feeling unwell? Or should we wrap this up?" She parted her red lips slightly, suppressing the meaningful look in her eyes.

Wei Juan blinked, then looked up and teased, "Leaving early? Is that considered acting like a diva? I feel like I can still hold on."

Ni Qing was skeptical, but his condition was clearly quite good; he looked well, wasn't coughing or wheezing, and hadn't vomited blood.

Thinking about what happened at the hospital still made her scalp tingle. She forced herself to stay in the rest room for half an hour before relaxing after confirming that the other person was really alright.

Song Gui couldn't get into character for a long time, and it wasn't until much later that Wei Juan and the female lead Li Susu had their scenes together.

The actress who plays Li Susu is Tao Jingran, a veteran actress who has won many awards in the entertainment industry and has even been repeatedly named the "Queen of Ratings," enjoying great success in the film and television industry.

The filming order for this period drama was based on availability, so it was somewhat disorganized. The next scene is the first encounter between the male and female leads, which should have been filmed much earlier.

The snow-covered exterior was set up.

Heavy snow fell, burying withered leaves deep in the ground. The once bustling streets of the capital were now covered in ice and snow, and every household kept their doors tightly shut, huddled around the stove for warmth.

Li Susu was dressed in tattered clothes, her fair and delicate skin was covered in sores from the cold, and her hair was a mess. She lay silently in the snow.

Her lifeless eyes reflected the beautiful yet deadly snowflakes.

Occasionally, passersby would hurry by, glancing at her with a hint of pity before rushing away. With so many beggars in this capital, people freezing to death was commonplace.

She plays an orphan who is later taken in by the male lead and becomes a maid in his household.

After about an incense stick's time, most of the pedestrians had disappeared, and the world was as quiet as if it had stood still. Not long after, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard again in the distance.

That was a horse-drawn carriage.

Her expression remained unchanged, still lifeless, and she showed no desire to live.

As the carriage drew closer, the servants inside were dressed in fine silk, which looked exceptionally warm.

She was almost losing consciousness from the cold when, in a daze, the sound of horses' hooves disappeared. Those people must have gone far away. She blinked, until a strange male voice suddenly came from beside her.

"Sir! There seems to be a woman here."

Immediately afterwards, a hand as cold as jade lifted the curtain, gradually revealing her true face.

Wei Juan was wearing a thick robe with a fur coat draped over his shoulders. He glanced at her thoughtfully. Since it was their first meeting, the makeup artist had done a bit of a childish touch-up on his makeup.

Tao Jingran then struggled to lift his head, staring blankly at the god-like young man walking towards him. The heavy snow was still falling, making it impossible to tell whether his skin was whiter or the snow.

The young man smiled faintly and came up to her, slowly extending his hands to her. Tao Jingran quickly reacted, and with a touch of shyness, she handed her hands over, gently placing them in his palms.

Time froze, ending with the director's "Cut!"

Wei Juan slowly withdrew his hand, letting it hang at his side with a slight clench, appearing gentle and polite.

Tao Jingran smiled at him and went to remove her makeup.

Before anyone could notice, his expression suddenly turned cold. Before Ni Qing could even take a closer look, she saw him leave in a hurry.

He went into the restroom, his long, bony hands being constantly rinsed by the tap. He rubbed them repeatedly, meticulously yet pathologically.

"It seems he has some quirks," Ni Qing thought quietly as she followed behind.

He rinsed his hands for about ten minutes, but still showed no sign of stopping; his palms were already red. Wei Juan lazily stared at that spot, expressionless.

For some reason, Ni Qing subconsciously felt that he even wanted to tear off the piece of flesh on his hand. Even after noticing her behind him, he showed no sign of restraint.

No wonder the original owner disliked him so much; he had too many flaws.

The previous round still had some effects; not long after, he developed a high fever. Ni Qing had no choice but to ask the film crew for leave, and while she was at it, she bought some fever-reducing medicine and took him back to his apartment complex.

The elevator doors opened with a "ding".

Ni Qing remained calm and walked in first. The young man's cheeks were unusually rosy, and he looked more energetic than usual.

His eyelids drooped, and he spoke with some discomfort, "Sister, my head hurts so much, and I feel so weak. Can I lean on you for a bit?"

Before Ni Qing could agree, his tall figure moved closer, his arms encircling her neck like a large koala.

A familiar yet unfamiliar cool fragrance filled my nostrils.

She remained expressionless and pushed him away without hesitation.

Wei Juan wasn't annoyed; his smile remained enigmatic. He lowered his gaze to Ni Qing, pondering, "Sister, are you worried about me? Should we rest here tonight?"

Ni Qing refused with a forced smile: "No need." She didn't want to sleep on the sofa, especially not one occupied in the middle of the night.

The young man was somewhat disappointed, and only stepped out after the elevator doors opened.

His eyes instantly turned sinister when they fell on the doorknob and lock.