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

Chapter 161 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 12

Her consciousness was clouded, and the combination of intoxication and illness made it even more difficult for her to regain her senses.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing on a tall building.

Dark clouds gathered, and a fierce wind howled. Clothes drying in the nearby residential area were blown away and disappeared. Pedestrians looked extremely small under the tall buildings, their expressions hurried, fearing an impending downpour.

Ni Qing glanced around discreetly, unsure why she was there. Even if she were dead, she shouldn't be in a place like this.

A strange sense of unease.

She looked up again and saw a young man standing quietly on the edge of the tall building. His back was to her, and his posture was as straight and tall as a scholar's bamboo.

He was wearing a black trench coat, the hem of which fluttered in the constant gale.

"You..." she began involuntarily, wanting to ask who the other person was.

Judging from the back view, the other person must be extremely good-looking, and Ni Qing had an uneasy feeling.

A soft laugh was faintly mingled with the sound of the wind, but it was hard to hear clearly.

He was in an extremely dangerous situation; a slight gust of wind could send him plummeting from the building to his death.

She was a little frightened and instinctively wanted to move closer and pull him away from the edge. He slowly turned around, revealing delicate and handsome features, looking refined and gentle.

"Ni Qing, you're the one who killed me," Qin Boyue said with a smile.

She was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, her body moved over uncontrollably, and she began to say, "It wasn't me, you're the one who couldn't think straight and wanted to commit suicide. Even if the police come, they won't have any evidence."

Ni Qing's eyes flickered slightly. Could this be the crime scene where the male lead jumped to his death? But wasn't the plot supposed to say he fell from the building himself? How did it become the original owner of this body intentionally committing murder?

How did the original owner manage to arrange to meet him on the rooftop? No matter the reason, something seems amiss. As a highly intelligent human, would Qin Boyue be easily killed by the original owner?

The other party was an adult man, while she was just a woman who was powerless to even kill a chicken. Physiologically, the woman's strength was indeed far inferior to that of a man.

"She" didn't have time to think much at this point, because the body started walking over again, somewhat puzzled: "You're about to die, how can you still laugh? I hate this about you the most, it seems like you have everything under control, it's really annoying."

She seemed to be talking to herself: "If it weren't for you, I would have married Brother Song. You can only blame your bad luck for meeting me..."

Ni Qing's pupils dilated in shock. If this was truly a reconstruction of the scene, then the original owner's intelligence was rather low. The words slipped out of her mouth, but she couldn't control them.

Qin Boyue's face wasn't as pale as she remembered; instead, it looked like a normal person's complexion. This shouldn't be a ghost; it must have happened before she died.

She watched helplessly as "she" herself reached out and pushed the young man.

Qin Boyue stared intently, a cryptic smile playing on his lips. In the dark and chaotic environment, he swayed and let himself fall.

He felt no fear or anger, but rather a sense of novelty.

Blood slowly bloomed, and terrified screams seemed to come from the ground floor.

As she gradually regained control of her body, Ni Qing tried calling out, "Qin Boyue?"

Great, you've fully recovered. Does this mean the nightmare ends here?

Just as he was about to turn and leave, a dark figure suddenly appeared behind him.

Qin Boyue, who had just fallen to his death, was now staring at her expressionlessly. His skin was different from the pale blue-white he had been just moments before. Black ghostly mist swirled around him, and the mournful cries of vengeful ghosts being devoured could be heard from time to time.

She took several steps back, looking at him warily.

Meanwhile, the other party calmly and slowly approached, like a cat playing with a mouse, and the situation even reversed, with her getting closer and closer to the edge of the rooftop.

When they came to their senses, they found themselves standing on a bottomless abyss.

The screaming people and the bloodstained corpses had all vanished, leaving only endless darkness and menacing ghosts with their mouths twitching to the back of their ears, giving the impression that she would be torn to pieces the moment she stepped down.

Ni Qing's heart skipped a beat.

Qin Boyue had already arrived in front of her, and she had nowhere to retreat.

Just when Ni Qing thought she would suffer the same fate and be pushed off the building, her consciousness gradually cleared.

She had arrived at the hospital ward, where the air was thick with the smell of disinfectant and medicine, which was particularly unpleasant.

She was wearing a slightly loose hospital gown, and her slender body made her look sickly. The sheets were spotless and white, and someone sat quietly beside her.

Song Ziyu.

When the other person saw that she was awake, they smiled without any surprise.

Ni Qing's heart, which had just settled, jumped again. Oh well, another fake. This clone, which seemed full of flaws, she still had to play along with, pretending to be intelligent.

Song Ziyu would never smile so brightly at the original owner of this body.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked meaningfully.

The woman in the hospital gown looked shy, suppressing her joy, and asked with a hint of reserve, "Brother Song, why did you come to see me? Did you bring me to the hospital?"

The young man frowned slightly, but still smiled gently and reminded her, "Has Ah Qing forgotten again? Didn't I tell you last time to call me by my name instead of 'brother'?"

She tilted her head, her pale skin making her look like a delicate porcelain doll: "Why? Didn't you not object to me calling you that before, brother?"

Song Ziyu ground down his molars.

"Ah Qing, how did you faint in a place like that?" he then asked casually.

Ni Qing's eyes flickered, and she stammered, "I don't know, maybe I'm sick. What about you?"

The young man smiled and said, "I saw you go into this bar earlier. I was worried that you weren't feeling well, so I came in to advise you to drink less. But I didn't expect to find you passed out on the sofa."

Ni Qing raised her eyes: "What about the male model from before?"

Song Ziyu laughed heartily, revealing sharp, white teeth: "You got crushed to death by a chandelier, didn't you?"

He looked at Ni Qing, who remained silent. Her bright red lips had almost fully healed, and they looked like they had a jelly-like sheen, making her seem especially inviting to kiss.

He never compromised himself. He turned his face slightly to the side, his eyelashes lowered, and leaned closer in an ambiguous manner, followed by soft and cold touches.

Ni Qing snapped out of her daze and quickly looked away, her expression somewhat unpleasant.

Song Ziyu looked over with concern: "What's wrong, Ni Qing? I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking just now. I came to my senses and kissed her. Do you mind?"

Keep pretending.

Ni Qing was seething with anger, but outwardly she appeared somewhat shy: "No, it's just that I wasn't mentally prepared." She suddenly paused, looking at him strangely: "Strange, why are your lips so cold?"