Quick Transmigration Conquering the Yandere Supporting Female Character - Chapter 5

Growing impatient with his persistence, Mumian’s expression turned disdainful. She snapped, Are you stupid? Can’t you understand plain English?

Her pursuer froze in his tracks, momentarily stunned by her abrupt shift in demeanor. He stood rooted to the spot, while Mumian paid him no further attention.

Her mind was now solely focused on Su He.

She scanned the crowd again and again, remembering the script’s description Su He and Wang Jia have similar eyes. Mumian meticulously examined the eyes of every girl in the group, her intense gaze making several of them blush self-consciously.

Guobaorou, are you sure you got this right? After circling the group multiple times, Mumian still couldn’t find anyone with eyes resembling Wang Jia’s.

Mumian couldn’t help but feel suspicious, but Guobaorou confidently puffed out his chest and declared, Master, anything from the system is guaranteed to be top-quality! You can rest assured.

Alright, Mumian replied, still half-skeptical despite Guobaorou’s assurance. She continued scanning the crowd when her eyes suddenly landed on a strikingly beautiful woman standing in the inner queue against the wall.

The woman had milk tea-colored, pear-shaped curls that framed her face. Her lashes were lowered as she gazed at her phone screen, her fingers gliding across the screen. Her features radiated sweetness, with two adorable dimples gracing her lips.

Logically, the supporting character’s appearance shouldn’t be inferior to the protagonist’s.

As Mumian stared at the Sweetie, she couldn’t help but think this woman was a thousand times more beautiful than Wang Jia!

Pushing through the crowd with her natural social butterfly instincts, Mumian rushed up to the Sweetie and greeted her with a cheerful, Hello there, Miss!

Hello, the Sweetie replied, looking up.

Mumian smiled brightly. Miss, I’m in a hurry. Could you please buy me a coffee? I’ll give you an extra hundred yuan as a thank-you.

She pulled out the money as she spoke, leaving the Sweetie no room to refuse.

The queue outside the coffee shop offered no air conditioning. The Sweetie bent down, her small face flushed from the heat. I can’t, she said. It wouldn’t be fair to the people behind me.

Her 37-degree lips uttered words as cold as ice. Mumian clasped her hands together, her eyes pleading. Please, kind person, my sister is dying in the hospital. Before she goes, she just wants to taste their coffee. Please help me.

The sister she referred to was Wang Jia. Mumian held a deep grudge, remembering every insult Wang Jia had hurled at her.

Maybe… A girl nearby hesitated, about to offer to buy the coffee for Mumian.

But Sweetie agreed, Alright, you don’t need to give me the hundred yuan. Just pay for the coffee.

Thank you, sister! Mumian’s eyes gleamed as she immediately took advantage of the situation, slipping into line beside Sweetie as if they were old friends.

Standing together, they looked less like strangers and more like a college couple in the throes of new love.

Sweetie was dressed in a Japanese school uniform today a tailored blazer cinched at the waist, concealing a warm khaki knitted vest underneath. She wore a high-collared white shirt, its unbuttoned neckline revealing the delicate curve of her neck. Her aloof expression carried a hint of wildness beyond her sweetness.

Beneath her navy blue miniskirt, she wore black knitted calf socks. Her golden height of 178 centimeters, combined with slightly heeled leather shoes, made her figure appear even more striking, as if she had the proportions of a ten-headed statue, her long legs nearly reaching Mumian’s waist.

She edged closer to Sweetie, attempting to bridge the gap between them. Thank you so much! You’re so kind. Do you work around here? Her voice dripped with honeyed sweetness, and with their matching chestnut brown hair, the two looked like they’d just stepped out of the same salon.

No, Sweetie replied, her tone as cold as an ice machine in a coffee shop, a stark contrast to Mumian’s gentle demeanor. Her expression seemed to repel any approach.

Realizing this line of conversation was a dead end, Mumian shifted tactics. Your hair looks so beautifully curled. Where did you get it done?

I curled it myself, Sweetie answered with unwavering aloofness, maintaining her frosty composure.

Undeterred, Mumian pressed on, refusing to believe there was anyone in the world she couldn’t strike up a conversation with.

What blush are you wearing? It looks so natural.

Heat.

…… Mumian was finally defeated. It turned out there really were people she couldn’t connect with.

Even though she had tried countless topics and Sweetie had answered every question, what did it matter?

The conversation never went deep, and without depth, Sweetie showed no interest in her. Without interest, Mumian couldn’t complete her mission, and without completing her mission, how could she gain favorability points?

Without favorability points, how could she become a legitimate H-novel author?

Aish!

Mumian’s thoughts spiraled further as they endured the awkward small talk. Before long, the long line at the coffee shop had brought them to the front.

Hello, one caramel latte, three-tenths sugar, hot and one iced Americano.

Okay, Sweetie replied, taking her coffee. Mumian, quick as a flash, snatched the mini-program order slip from the counter.

There it was, clear as day the name on the order—Su He!

Her eyes lit up like lightbulbs as a mischievous idea bubbled to the surface.

Sister, can I get your contact info? My phone just died, and I need to transfer you the money later, Mumian said, looking at Su He with feigned embarrassment, her voice sincere and apologetic.

Then, she quickly added, Actually, how about this? I’ll give you my watch as collateral. When my phone turns back on, I’ll come find you to redeem it.

Mumian removed the watch from her wrist. Unaware of its true value, she didn’t recognize it as a Patek Philippe. All she cared about was securing Su He’s contact information, no matter which option Su He chose, so she could use it to deepen their connection.

She handed over the watch, and Su He immediately recognized it as a Patek Philippe blue enamel watch. Its market price was tens of millions, and even if you had the money, it was nearly impossible to buy.

Xu Yun had once tried to purchase this very enamel watch. After verifying his funds, the boutique informed him they were out of stock. He even had Su He run around to several second-hand luxury stores.

The final conclusion was that the watch simply wasn’t available. Patek Philippe watches were notoriously difficult to acquire, and those who could afford them rarely needed to sell unless their families went bankrupt.

If even the standard models were so scarce, imagine the rarity of a tens-of-millions-worth Patek Philippe. Even second-hand luxury stores couldn’t afford to buy it.

That’s why Su He recognized the watch instantly. She looked at Mumian, thinking her brain must be malfunctioning. Had the bar for wealthy people really dropped this low?

No need, I’m treating you, Su He said, pushing the watch back. She strode out of the café with brisk steps, clearly uninterested in further entanglement with Mumian.

No! I can’t just take something from you for free! Seeing Su He about to leave, Mumian darted forward and blocked the café door.

Hezi! You can’t leave! How am I supposed to live without you?

I said I’m treating you, Su He repeated, giving Mumian a strange look. She seemed mentally unstable, yet her expensive clothes and accessories didn’t suggest she had escaped from a psychiatric hospital.

Mumian was dressed in a Prada coat and an Hermès scarf, every item on her body a luxury brand, each piece worth several months of Su He’s salary.

Frowning, Su He didn’t want to argue with a lunatic. Here’s my contact information, she said, pulling a black business card from her suit pocket. Mumian held it as if it were a precious treasure, relief washing over her as she confirmed the phone number printed on it.

Good. I’ll transfer the money to you when I get back. Goodbye, Mumian said, waving farewell to Su He before disappearing down Jinghua Street. She understood that everything required gradual progress some things couldn’t be rushed.

Lunatic, Su He muttered coldly as she watched Mumian vanish, then turned and headed back to the office.

Ding. Eighteenth floor reached. As she rode the elevator with her coffee, Su He mentally wished Xu Yun would die soon. Xu Yun’s office was on the eighteenth floor, and hell, fittingly, was also on the eighteenth floor.

President Xu, try this coffee and tell me what you think, Su He said, placing the cup on his desk and stepping back. She watched as Xu Yun took a pretentious sip before deliberately throwing the hot coffee in her face.