The Vicious Female Supporting Character Must Die [Transmigration] GL - Chapter 8: The Black-Hearted White Lotus

In an instant, her vision turned dark. Lu Zhiyu’s eyes hadn’t adjusted to the dimness when a hand abruptly clamped over her mouth. The person pulled her onto the soft sofa bench in the lounge, hot breath fanning her neck.

“Why are you still playing coy? Weren’t you the one who invited me here? Turning off the lights—what kind of game are you playing now?”

The man, pressing her down, spoke suggestively. The alluring scent of men’s cologne emanated from his shirt. His well-manicured thumb rubbed her lips, and he chuckled as he whispered in her ear, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me. At that brunch place in C City, we settled everything. I gave you a million. From tonight on, you’re mine. I even made a special trip to see you at the recording, but you little vixen refused and played these games. So, you like doing it in places like this, do you?”

The man’s voice sounded quite young, around his thirties. The brand-name watch on his wrist pressed painfully against her cheek, and the expensive perfume on him made her dizzy.

This person had mistaken her for someone else. Was he looking for Bai Xirou?

Lu Zhiyu punched the man’s face, knocking his glasses askew. While he was stunned, her legs suddenly bent, muscles tensing, and she kicked him in the chest.

She underestimated the flexibility and muscle strength of this body. Her heel struck the man’s lower abdomen, but it didn’t seem to hurt him. Instead, he caught her shoe, gripping her ankle and pinning her down again.

“The door’s locked. No one’s coming to bother us. Why are you pretending to be a chaste martyr? Selling yourself and still trying to maintain your reputation?”

The man tossed Lu Zhiyu’s high heel aside, rubbing the smooth skin of her ankle, speaking with contempt and lechery.

“You’ve got the wrong person. I advise you to let go within three seconds, or I promise you’ll have a very ugly end.”

Lu Zhiyu desperately clutched her skirt, warning him. As the man reached to pull up the hem of her skirt, the back of his head was suddenly struck hard. His body lost balance, and he stumbled to his feet, turning to see who had attacked him.

At that moment, Lu Zhiyu was pulled up by a pair of hands. With one shoe still on, she nearly stumbled, but the owner of those hands quickly steadied her waist.

The lights instantly came on.

The man who had suddenly attacked her became clearer. Just as Lu Zhiyu had thought, he looked like a successful man in his thirties. What surprised her was that he wasn’t greasy or repulsive-looking.

This toxic white lotus was definitely scheming against her. Bai Xirou was clearly on the phone in the inner room of the lounge. She must have heard such a commotion. If she opened the inner room door, the lights for the dressing room were right there on the wall. She probably even turned off the lights herself!

Lu Zhiyu’s gaze, unreadable, swept towards Bai Xirou. She pushed her away, then squatted down to pick up her high heel. Before she could grab the shoe, another force on her waist pulled her upright. She rolled her eyes at Bai Xirou, but the other woman seemed unfazed.

Bai Xirou’s hand, which had been supporting Lu Zhiyu’s waist, quietly moved to her shoulder, embracing her firmly. She faced the man with a half-smile, enunciating each word clearly: “Mr. Yan, you’ve come to the wrong place, haven’t you? Do you know who she is? Are you not afraid of Mr. Du’s fury if you dare to lay a hand on her?”

Yan Jing’s face instantly turned ashen as he clearly saw the disheveled and embarrassed Lu Zhiyu before him. A hint of malice entered his eyes as he looked at Bai Xirou. “Miss Bai, in business, we value integrity. What is the meaning of this?”

Many in the industry knew that Lu Zhiyu belonged to Du Yueze. Daring to pull hair from a tiger’s back was akin to courting death. If he were to lay a hand on this woman, he’d not only have to trick her into willingly getting into bed, but if Du Yueze found out, he’d be unable to thrive not just in the entertainment industry, but in the entire financial and entertainment sector.

Any sane person would choose to avoid this thorny situation. After all, the entertainment industry never lacked handsome men and beautiful women, and this circle had plenty of temptations. It was easy to pick and choose, and fool fresh newcomers to the industry.

Yan Jing had initially thought he was seducing a simple-minded, beautiful newcomer. He never expected this woman, with her pure exterior, to be so cunning. He felt as if he had bitten a hard rock, and the muscles in his face trembled uncontrollably with rage.

Bai Xirou took out a recording device from her hand and tossed it in front of Yan Jing. Her fingertips toyed with her light brown long hair, and dimples appeared on her pretty, cute face. Her smile was sweet and pure. “Young Master Yan, your father’s company still cooperates with Xinghuang Film and Television Entertainment, right? If this collaboration project falls through, your father will lose more than just a million.”

She released Lu Zhiyu’s waist, crossed her arms over her chest, and curved her lips upward, a cunning smile on her face, while maintaining a completely innocent demeanor. She said, “We didn’t sign a contract, and I used my personal charm to get you to transfer a million to me. Consider it charity.”

Yan Jing’s fair face twisted slightly. He straightened his gold-rimmed glasses and loosened his tie, twisting his neck to relieve tension. He opened Bai Xirou’s bag and saw stacks of joss paper. He took a wad of it and threw it at Bai Xirou’s face. “B1tch, take your money. Someone will be coming from the underworld to collect you soon.”

The man twisted the doorknob, fuming and ready to leave, but the door wouldn’t budge. He then remembered he had locked it.

After unlocking it, he furiously kicked the door and stormed out of the lounge.

Joss paper filled the room. Bai Xirou stood quietly, her face devoid of any smile. She squatted down and picked up the ostentatiously colored joss paper scattered on the floor. After collecting it, each piece was neatly folded and tied back into the yellow butter paper.

Lu Zhiyu, having been used like this, unhappily grabbed Bai Xirou’s hand as she was about to close her bag. She asked, “Aren’t you going to explain yourself?”

Seeing Bai Xirou raise her head and look at her, she continued, “You’re the one who turned off the lights, right? I want to know what you were thinking. Did you want to stand by and watch, killing two birds with one stone?”

“Exactly what you think. That rich playboy was annoying me, but by using you, I could get rid of him. I had it all planned out.”

Bai Xirou’s hand suddenly caressed Lu Zhiyu’s cheek. The round shell of her fresh avocado-colored nail polish pressed against her skin. Her lips were so close to Lu Zhiyu’s nose as she whispered, “Actually, I could have just stood by and watched you be forced. If I just recorded it, you’d be ruined, and perhaps the CEO of Xinghuang Film and Entertainment Television would lose interest in you.”

The pure and sweet face so close to her carried a hint of a sinister smile. Lu Zhiyu instinctively sensed danger, her pores tightened, and her heart rate quickened slightly.

Bai Xirou withdrew her fingers from Lu Zhiyu’s tense cheek, then suddenly smiled gently, her tone cheerful. “But now we’re ‘friends.’ Friends help each other, of course. I wouldn’t let you suffer for nothing. If you ever need anything, you can come to me. Whatever it is, I’ll help you within my abilities.”

After she finished speaking, she picked up her handbag. Her agent happened to walk in through the doorway and handed Bai Xirou her new schedule.

Lu Zhiyu’s eyes deepened slightly in thought. She pulled Bai Xirou’s arm. Seeing her turn her head, she asked, “Where did you spend that million? You bought so much joss paper—are you going to sweep graves somewhere?”

Bai Xirou took out her sunglasses from her bag and put them on, smiling at Lu Zhiyu. “Miss Lu, our relationship isn’t that close right now. But coincidentally, you also have a role in tonight’s ‘General’s Tomb’ filming schedule, right? Then we’ll see each other on set.”

Lu Zhiyu watched Bai Xirou turn and leave with her agent. She coldly dropped a line from behind, “What you did today was excessive. If you want to cooperate with me on building a CP, remember to apologize to me in person.”

Bai Xirou’s back paused slightly. She turned and glanced at Lu Zhiyu again. In an unseen corner, her pale pink lips curved upwards, then she followed her agent out of the room.

“Sister Zhiyu, our car is finally here. I’ve been sweating waiting for it. It’s almost evening, why is it still so stuffy?”

Lu Yuan fanned herself, complaining as she walked into the lounge. She took a pack of tissues from Lu Zhiyu’s bag, pulled one out to wipe her sweat, and seeing Lu Zhiyu sitting alone in the chair, she said with a hint of disappointment, “Did Sister Xirou leave? I thought you two would leave together. Aren’t you going to build a CP? Leaving together makes your relationship seem closer.”

Lu Zhiyu patted Lu Yuan’s head, picked up her handbag, and dragged her suitcase, saying coolly, “You’ll see your ‘Sister Xirou’ again very soon. She’s also joined the film crew for ‘General’s Tomb.'”

Lu Yuan’s face broke into a smile. She caught up to Lu Zhiyu, pulled her suitcase for her, and linked arms with her, saying excitedly, “Really? That’s great! There’s a wrap-up party tonight, and Mr. Du and Mr. Gu should be there. You and Sister Xirou are both supporting characters and artists from the same company, so you’ll definitely be sitting together and raising toasts. With Sister Xirou there, cousin, you probably won’t make a fool of yourself.”

A long, luxurious van stopped by the road beneath the Azure Television building. It was early evening, and the asphalt road was packed with cars commuting home. Sycamore trees gently rustled their green leaves in the breeze, and many pedestrians waited at the intersection for the traffic light.

Lu Zhiyu listened nonchalantly to Lu Yuan, and after getting a few useful pieces of information, she quietly read through her script. She settled into the car, gazing at the scenery outside the window, already mentally rehearsing how to portray her character.

She closed the script and looked at Lu Yuan, who was sitting in the front. She said, “Do you have any instant coffee? Give me a cup.”

Lu Zhiyu took the canned coffee Lu Yuan offered, pulled open the tab, and took a few sips through the straw. Her mind instantly cleared significantly.

This film shoot was her screen debut in the game. Although it was just a supporting role, she had to dedicate herself to it. As a non-traffic actor in reality, whether in real life or virtual, being conscientious had become instinct, and she thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being immersed in filming on set.

In the scene to be shot tonight, she had a shared scene with Gu Yinshu, the Golden Phoenix Award Best Actress, who was making a cameo. This scene, for her, had no difficulty; she could handle it with ease. But it was also a challenge for her.

In reality, she never had the chance to act opposite a top-tier celebrity, and she didn’t know the other’s acting prowess, so she wondered if she would be overshadowed.

Lu Zhiyu’s fingertips slid across the script. Her performance tonight was very important.