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

Ji Chaoxi took Zhou Chiye to a less crowded table for dinner.

Ji Chaoxi really enjoys eating large pot dishes, and there were many of her favorite foods on the table.

She ate with great relish, and so did Zhou Chiye.

The middle-aged man across from Ji Chaoxi kept staring at her. He sipped his drink and slowly asked, "Little sister, is this your boyfriend?"

Ji Chaoxi quickly shook her head: "They're friends."

The older man took a sip of his drink and began to teach her: "Little sister, you're in school now, and there are many things you don't know, so I'm teaching you that you absolutely cannot have a relationship before you go to university."

"Early romantic relationships will affect your grades."

He didn't care whether Ji Chaoxi responded or not, and kept muttering to himself.

"But you can have a boyfriend when you go to college. You'll be more mature after you go to college, you know? Ah, I'm not forcing you not to have one, I'm just teaching you."

After he finished speaking, he smiled at the person next to him.

Ji Chaoxi buried her head in her food and didn't say a word.

She doesn't like being taught, whether it's good or bad; she just doesn't like the feeling of being taught, especially by adults.

Jiang Dayong used to like teaching her, teaching her how to conduct herself in society, teaching her all sorts of nonsense, especially when he was drunk, when it was all just rambling.

After downing one glass of wine, the uncle poured himself another.

"Once someone is gone, all hatred and resentment disappear, understand? Ah, Ji Chaoxi." The uncle frowned and called her name when he saw that Ji Chaoxi hadn't spoken.

Seeing that Ji Chaoxi finally looked up at him, he continued, "I know you have a problem with your father, but do you know that the people who should have no problem with your father are you and your brother? You have no right to have a problem with him."

He was hiccuping, his face flushed, and his speech was becoming incoherent: "Is a marriage good or bad...?"

"Hey, what's going on here?" Ji Fangyun walked over with a smile. "Standing up for Jiang Dayong. Good brothers for life."

Ji Fangyun patted his shoulder and laughed, "You care about him so much? You can ask him to appear in your dreams and tell you about what happened to him in the underworld."

The uncle sat silently in his seat, no longer teaching anyone, and ate his food in silence.

Ji Fangyun, carrying a large bunch of firecrackers, glanced at Ji Chaoxi and said, "What does your classmate want to eat? Chaoxi, why don't you get him some?"

Ji Fangyun went to chat with other people again, and Ji Chaoxi was so angry that she punched Zhou Chiye. She hadn't talked back just now!

She feels tightness in her chest and all over her body; she's just not feeling well!

Zhou Chiye instinctively tightened his grip on her hand.

As night deepened, the dance troupe began their performance. The performers wore extremely brightly colored costumes, and the singers held microphones, singing all sorts of popular songs.

Several dancers, dressed in revealing clothes, performed exaggerated dances on stage with very large movements. Few people in the audience were watching; they were all chatting.

Colorful lights flashed, and the sound of speakers filled every corner of the village.

"Little sister, you should go up and say a few words too." An old lady suddenly stood up.

Ji Chaoxi shook her head; she didn't want to go.

The aunt next to me, munching on sunflower seeds, nodded: "You can go, go ahead, sing 'Father,' after all, your father is gone."

Ji Huaichuan had just stepped out the door when he heard those words, which startled him so much that he quickly went back inside. It was too frightening.

Seeing that Ji Chaoxi was really unwilling to go, the others sighed and stopped trying to persuade her.

Ji Fangyun is extremely busy. She hasn't stopped since she came back, and tomorrow she will be going to help carry the coffin again.

She wiped her hands and smiled at Ji Cuiyun, "The baby is asleep."

Ji Cuiyun handed her the peeled melon seeds in her hand: "You're making a ruckus."

Ji Fangyun can still boast about this: "Neither of my children makes a fuss."

Ji Cuiyun rolled her eyes at her speechlessly.

The dancers from the song and dance troupe went on stage to perform again, and the audience had mostly dispersed, with only a few members of the Ji family remaining.

But the actors were already used to this scene. After their performance, they asked as usual, "Does anyone want to sing a song for our dear Mr. Jiang?"

The paper money beside them was still burning, emitting a dazzling light. Ji Fangyun patted the peanut crumbs in her hand and raised her hand: "I'll do it, I'll do it."

The people around him burst into laughter.

Ji Fangyun might be shy in public, but she wouldn't be at home. She went on stage wearing her red dress and stood ramrod straight.

Her brows relaxed, and there was no trace of her previous sorrow. Her voice was still a little hoarse from shouting so much today.

"Let me gently tell you, a rainbow hangs in the sky, and I want to ask you, why do I feel happy, happy..."

The sound system wasn't very good, emitting occasional harsh static noises, but this didn't affect Ji Fangyun's performance. She sang relaxedly on stage, a deep smile on her face.

Ji Chaoxi lay on the front table, where she was the only person. She quietly watched Ji Fangyun sing on stage, and as she watched, her eyes involuntarily reddened.

She had a photo with her mother when she was very young. Her mother had curly hair, wore a leather jacket and boots, and she was squatting next to her with a smile in her eyes.

But after they took the photo, Jiang Dayong got really angry and tore it up.

From that moment on, Ji Fangyun's last glimmer of hope vanished.

In the glow of the burning paper money, Ji Chaoxi lowered her head. She should be smiling, but tears involuntarily streamed down her face. Her shoulders trembled slightly as she tried to control herself, and she kept wiping away her tears.

"Let me gently tell you, the birds are flying, let me gently tell you, you are watching me..."

The music on stage didn't stop, and Ji Fangyun's bright red dress looked like a dancing flame.

As she sang, she smiled and looked down at Ji Chaoxi, who was crying her eyes out in the audience.

There was no sorrow in her eyes, only anticipation for the future.

Before dawn the next day, the villagers had already gathered at Ji Fangyun's house.

The suona sound rang out again, the suona player's cheeks puffed out, and other villagers rushed over to watch.

The Taoist priest, dressed in a Taoist robe, walked at the front, shaking a bell and chanting incantations. The Ji family members, dressed in mourning clothes, followed behind him, kneeling and kowtowing from time to time.

Several burly men, shirtless, worked together to lift the wooden coffin, chanting slogans as they laboriously moved forward.

There were several people nearby who were wailing loudly. They would leave once they finished crying, received their money, and were ready to go.

Ji Chaoxi walked at the back, constantly scattering white paper money. Suddenly, a gust of wind came from the air. She looked at the paper money spinning in the air, narrowed her eyes slightly, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Zhou Chiye stared blankly at her, his heart suddenly pounding, a feeling of suffocation washing over him. He held his breath, not daring to break the silence.

"The auspicious time has arrived; the deceased shall depart on their journey—"

The suona horns rose sharply, moving towards the finish line amidst a sky full of paper money.