Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

Ji Chaoxi put the sword away and looked at her slightly trembling hands.

Maybe she shouldn't be so concerned about saving face next time...

She walked to the window, took a water glass, and drank water in large gulps.

The room was very quiet, and Fu Xianyan was sitting by the window reading a book.

Ji Chaoxi lazily leaned against the window and glanced at the book in his hand. Fu Xianyan was reading his poisonous insect books again.

Seeing that her water glass was empty, Fu Xianyan handed her another glass of water.

"Finished practicing?"

Ji Chaoxi responded and leaned back lazily. She found that leaning back like this with her eyes closed was particularly comfortable.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a soft glow on Fu Xianyan's shoulders. He lowered his eyes, his fingers pressing on the pages of a book, his expression quiet yet somewhat aloof.

Ji Chaoxi frowned. It seemed to be the first time she had looked at Fu Xianyan so seriously. She suddenly felt that he was a little unfamiliar.

It's still the same person, but the feeling is somewhat different.

Fu Xianyan turned a page of his book and chuckled softly, "Miss Ji, you're practically staring me through the roof."

He looked up at her; her face was flushed from the sun, and the wound on her forehead had almost healed, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

Fu Xianyan put down his book, his eyes crinkling into a smile: "Come here."

"what?"

"Wipe your sweat."

Fu Xianyan pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere and gently wiped her forehead.

Ji Chaoxi let him wipe her hands, looking at the pictures of poisonous insects in his book.

After wiping, Fu Xianyan picked up the teacup and held it to her lips. Ji Chaoxi lowered her head and took a few sips, then idly played with the other things on the table.

"Tired from practicing?" Fu Xianyan couldn't help but laugh.

It's rare to see her so quiet.

Ji Chaoxi straightened up abruptly: "Tired? I, Ji Chaoxi, don't even know how to write the word 'tired'."

Fu Xianyan raised an eyebrow and picked up the brush beside him: "Miss Ji doesn't even know how to write the character 'tired'? Then I can teach you how."

Ji Chaoxi quickly snatched the calligraphy brush: "Who says I can't write? I can write!"

Fu Xianyan concealed the amusement in his eyes and coaxed, "Then, Miss Ji, can you write my name? My name is a bit difficult to write."

"What's so difficult about that!"

Ji Chaoxi carefully wrote Fu Xianyan's name.

Who do you think you are?

After Ji Chaoxi finished writing, she looked at Fu Xianyan and met his expression as he tried to suppress a laugh. Her face flushed red, and she immediately realized that Fu Xianyan had been teasing her.

"Fu Xianyan, you have a scar on your forehead, you're ugly!"

Ji Chaoxi was so angry that she reached out to snatch Fu Xianyan's book, and Fu Xianyan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It's not his fault. Seeing her so focused on writing, no one could resist teasing her.

Fu Xianyan picked up the fan beside him and smiled as he fanned her, the cool breeze gently falling on her face.

"Don't be angry, Chief, I was wrong," Fu Xianyan said softly.

Ji Chaoxi squinted her eyes comfortably: "Don't think that I'll forgive you just because of this."

Fu Xianyan smiled and said, "Shall we go to Jinyulou for something to eat tomorrow?"

Ji Chaoxi's ears twitched, but she didn't say anything.

"How about we go to Linglang Pavilion to buy some trinkets after we finish eating?"

Ji Chaoxi coughed lightly.

A hint of a smile flashed in Fu Xianyan's eyes, his fanning motion continuing: "There's also an insect fighting arena. How about we go have some cricket fighting and play with insects?"

Ji Chaoxi's eyes lit up. She glanced at him and reluctantly said, "Alright then."

But the excitement in her eyes completely betrayed her.

Fu Xianyan smiled and looked at her. Her face was flushed from the sun, but her eyes were bright and sparkling. She looked lazy as she leaned against the window, especially her eyes, which were staring at him without blinking.

Fu Xianyan was stunned for a moment, then looked away somewhat uncomfortably.

But Ji Chaoxi showed no intention of looking away. Fu Xianyan pretended to be nonchalant, but the tips of his ears turned a little red.

At this moment, Ji Chaoxi was seriously considering what exactly was different about Fu Xianyan.

Fu Xianyan sighed, his fingers, which were turning the pages of the book, paused. He raised the book, blocking her view.

"What are you looking at?"

Ji Chaoxi leaned over from the side of the book and said matter-of-factly, "To see you."

Fu Xianyan went left, and Ji Chaoxi followed him to the left; Fu Xianyan went right, and Ji Chaoxi followed him to the right.

Fu Xianyan wanted to tease her a few more times as usual, but when he met her gaze, he couldn't say a word.

"Fu Xianyan, you can actually be shy?" Ji Chaoxi asked in surprise, looking at his ears.

Fu Xianyan tried to appear calm as he flipped through the book, but his ears were getting redder and redder.

His eyes were on the words in the book, but all his attention was on her.

Ji Chaoxi was somewhat excited. The tables had turned, and now it was finally her turn to tease Fu Xianyan.

She looked down at the book on the table and exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master Fu is amazing! You can read the book even upside down."

Fu Xianyan coughed and awkwardly turned the book upside down.

Ji Chaoxi struggled to pick up the calligraphy brush on the table. Fu Xianyan knew what she was going to do and immediately stopped her. If he didn't stop her now, the brush would end up on his face.

Just then, their hands happened to touch, and the moment their fingertips touched, they both froze.

Fu Xianyan looked down at their hands touching and was completely stunned.

The surrounding suddenly quieted down.

After a long while, Fu Xianyan finally realized what was happening and gently moved his finger.

Ji Chaoxi abruptly withdrew her hand.

Fu Xianyan looked away, feeling uneasy.

"Are you... still going to watch?" he asked softly.

Ji Chaoxi pursed her lips, suddenly feeling a little awkward, and said dryly, "Look."

Fu Xianyan's ears turned red again, and he coughed lightly: "Then you can see."

Neither of them knew how to handle the situation and were somewhat at a loss.

Fu Xianyan sat by the window, looking down at the book in front of him. He didn't know what he was reading; he couldn't understand a single word.

Although Ji Chaoxi said she wanted to see Fu Xianyan, once she actually saw him, she didn't know what she would see.

Ji Chaoxi lowered her head, holding onto the window frame, her fingertips rubbing against it, her expression somewhat sullen.

Fu Xianyan was also very uncomfortable. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the edge of the book. He wanted to look up at her but restrained himself.

The wind outside the window swept through the courtyard, and the lanterns under the corridor swayed gently in the wind, occasionally bumping into the pillars next to them with a soft sound.

The two of them, one outside the window and the other inside, felt inexplicably uneasy even though they hadn't done anything.

The night was deep, and the county had long since quieted down.

The shops on both sides of the street had long since turned off their lights, leaving only a few dim yellow lanterns.

The old gambler emerged from the gambling den, seething with anger. His money was slipping away too quickly; he needed to go out and make some more money in the next few days.

"The dates from Aunt Li's house..."

His eyes lit up. "That's right! I can steal dates from Aunt Li's house and sell them. I can make a lot of money that way!"

He could also try to borrow one of the pigs from the butcher next door, Qin, to sell.

Money is everywhere, so why worry about not having enough to gamble?

He was humming a song as he walked towards the alley entrance when he suddenly heard the sound of rapid hoofbeats. Startled, he quickly shrank into a corner.

Don't tell me they're here to ask him to pay back the money!

He peeked out and saw a man in plain clothes coming out of the county government office, leading a horse. The man's hat brim was low, and he kept looking around cautiously.

The old gambler squinted and stared for a while.

Upon seeing this figure, he immediately recognized who it was—wasn't this the county magistrate who had punished him before?

The prefectural government is investigating the case, and the county government is in complete chaos. The fact that the county magistrate ran away at this crucial moment is something he knows all too well.

The old gambler perked up and chuckled.

If he tells the people in the government office about this, he might be able to make a quick buck.

"We're rich! We're rich!"