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

Late at night, the villa was so quiet that only the faint sound of the constant temperature system could be heard, and the chandelier in the living room emitted a soft light.

Zhou Chiye leaned back on the sofa, his fingers hesitantly tapping on the screen.

As Zhou's mother was carrying fruit over, Zhou Chiye noticed her out of the corner of his eye and immediately covered his phone.

Zhou's mother's lips twitched.

She remembered that she didn't have a habit of snooping on her child's phone.

"Who are you chatting with? You're being so mysterious," Zhou's mother teased.

Zhou Chiye cleared his throat awkwardly: "A brother."

"Brother?" Zhou's mother's face clearly showed disbelief.

Zhou Chiye looked at the face mask on his mother's face with some disgust, saying it looked like poop on her face.

But perhaps girls prefer this kind of thing?

"Mom," Zhou Chiye suddenly said.

Zhou's mother sat on the sofa, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Buy me a set of all your skincare products, I'll give it to one of my brothers." Zhou Chiye looked at her earnestly.

The money was given, but the apology gift was not yet sent. Zhou Chiye had always been a respectable person since childhood.

After a moment of silence, Zhou's mother asked, "This is for women. Would it be suitable for your brother?"

Zhou Chiye replied confidently, "Of course it can."

Zhou's mother looked Zhou Chiye up and down, clicking her tongue in amazement.

It's amazing that someone would give a girl skincare products as a gift; they've really become wiser these days.

"Then let Mom pick out a set for you that young men use. You guys don't need this yet." Zhou's mother leaned back lazily on the sofa.

Zhou Chiye really didn't want to look at what was on his mother's face, so he patted her shoulder and said, "Thanks, Mom."

The thought that Ji Chaoxi might also have something like that on her face made Zhou Chiye fall silent.

The balcony was sealed off by rusty security grilles, clothes on the clothesline were dripping wet, and the balcony was filled with the smell of laundry detergent.

Ji Huaichuan came over with a basin, and water from the clothes on the clothesline dripped into his eyes.

Just as Ji Huaichuan was about to curse, he looked up and saw the dress. His lips twitched, and he took it off and wrung it out in a very cowardly manner.

Someone can never wring clothes dry, and the worst part is you can't say it.

If his clothes weren't wrung out properly, she'd be rushing up to yell at him the next second.

Today is the anniversary of his grandparents' death, and he has to burn paper money for them. Ji Fangyun called specifically to ask Ji Huaichuan to burn some for his father.

So after burning the paper money for his grandparents, Ji Huaichuan started burning some for his father.

He squatted by the fire, chanting as he burned the paper: "My father, I am your son. I've brought you money tonight. Come and take it. Be careful with your money over there."

He chanted while stirring with a small stick: "This is for you, no one can take it away. If you take it, put it in your pocket, and pray over there that we, the three of us, will have money to use..."

Ji Chaoxi sneaked over to take a look, but was dragged out by Ji Huaichuan the next second.

Ji Huaichuan continued burning: "Everything's fine at home, don't worry. If you're missing anything, just leave it. Please don't send any messages to us, mother and the three of us."

It's very late now, and the family upstairs is already asleep. They were woken up by this cry for justice.

He originally thought that calling out to one person would be enough.

And then there was a second, a third...

He covered his ears tightly, thinking, "Never mind, so many people died in their family at once, let them make a fuss."

The weather was even hotter on the second day than on the previous days.

There were hardly any people on the road to school; everyone was huddled in their classrooms enjoying the air conditioning.

Ji Chaoxi arrived at Zhou Chiye's side, panting. Zhou Chiye looked at her sunburned face and frowned deeply.

Is her skin very delicate? Why does it turn red so easily in the sun...?

He silently stuffed the pile of skincare products into her arms and then began checking her for any illicit income.

Her income has indeed returned to normal, but she's spending far too little.

Zhou Chiye stared at her wrist, which was holding the skincare products, with ill intent. It was so thin; she must have hardly eaten since she was a child.

"You don't usually eat much?" Zhou Chiye suddenly asked.

Ji Chaoxi was taken aback for a moment: "I'm eating, Brother Ye."

She glanced at him, wondering what he meant by those words.

Zhou Chiye clicked his tongue. It looked like a bean sprout, and it would fall over with a push.

Zhou Chiye didn't know if it was to verify his own idea.

He poked her shoulder with a cold expression, and Ji Chaoxi lost her balance and took a step back.

Ji Chaoxi looked at him in disbelief.

what!

Zhou Chiye suddenly felt a little guilty under her gaze. He cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "Eat more often. You look like you've never had a full meal."

Looks pitiful.

Ji Chaoxi nodded silently.

"Thank you for your concern, Brother Ye."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Chiye's face darkened again: "I'm not going to say anything more. Don't talk to me about these ambiguous things. I'm not that kind of person."

Ji Chaoxi: ?

Ji Chaoxi looked at him with a completely bewildered expression.

Is this ambiguous?

Has Zhou Chiye ever had a normal relationship with anyone in his life...?

When Zhou Chiye was playing basketball in the afternoon, he saw his wrist and was reminded of Ji Chaoxi's wrist.

When I see my hands covered in calluses, I think of Ji Chaoxi's hands holding the water bottle that day.

How did her family raise her? They raised her very poorly!

The boys around him could also tell that Zhou Chiye wasn't in a good mood today, so they stopped playing after a while.

Zhou Chiye sat on a chair, drinking water, his brows furrowed.

What do you think of her appearance?

The man with single eyelids wiped the sweat from his face: "Who?"

Zhou Chiye said impatiently, "Ji Chaoxi."

The person with single eyelids paused for a moment upon hearing the unfamiliar name, before finally realizing who it was.

"I'm fine, what's wrong?"

Zhou Chiye frowned even more deeply: "Is everything alright?"

The woman with single eyelids looked at him, puzzled: "What else? Youthful, energetic, what else can it be?"

Most people at this age are probably like this.

Don't you think she looks pitiful?

Upon hearing this, the person with single eyelids suddenly spat out the water.

"What's so pitiful about them?"

Besides, he saw her running quite fast last time. She's good at sports and has good grades, so she can't be associated with being pitiful.

Zhou Chiye looked at the camphor tree not far away, his hand resting on his seat: "Don't you really think she's pitiful?"

The single-eyelid man shook his head: "I don't think so. Why are you feeling sorry for him, Brother Ye?"

They don't need his pity at all.

Zhou Chiye's face was extremely ugly. It wasn't that he felt sorry for her; it was that she looked pitiful!

Her hands were pitiful, her face was pitiful, and even her way of speaking was pitiful.

The woman with single eyelids looked at Zhou Chiye, who had suddenly become so angry that he started running, and remained silent for a while.

Zhou Chiye got so angry that he went for a run just because he didn't feel sorry for Ji Chaoxi.

When did their "wild brother" evolve into a saint?