Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Chapter 120 Punishing the World 10

Ni Qing was puzzled to see him standing with his back to her. She opened her mouth to ask him something when she saw him put his right hand on the doorknob, glance at her, and casually put his left index finger to his lips.

Still appearing completely harmless, the young man blinked, somewhat mysteriously, "Shh, I have to deal with the scraps now. You should head back early, or I might scare you."

Ni Qing instinctively wanted to curse. She'd already been scared enough; what was one more time?

But then I realized something was off. In different timelines, the items in his house showed signs of being moved. Could it be that someone was hiding inside this time?

Ni Qing: "Me too..."

The door slammed shut.

Okay, you're quick to close it! She doesn't follow the usual path, so remember to close the toilet seat properly.

The young man was separated from her by a door. Through the peephole, he saw her cursing and swearing as if she was quite angry. He found it a little funny for some reason. Only after she had walked away did the smile on his lips disappear again.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard. The dim light made the furnishings in the room difficult to see clearly. He slowly changed into his slippers.

Then, she leisurely walked into the room, opened the wardrobe, and found the clothes inside to be high-end and elegant, simple yet precious, and neatly hung on hangers.

He thought for a moment, picked out a few shirts and threw them into the trash can, then walked into the bathroom alone. After closing the door, he heard the sound of running water.

The room was spotless, just like always.

The silver showerhead continued to spray water. The young man stood in front of the mirror, tilted his head, and looked at his sickly reflection.

His single eyelids drooped slightly, and a faint hint of fierceness lingered around his brows and eyes. He casually rinsed his hands under the tap, then dried them a moment later with a white towel.

After wiping away the excess water, she smiled at herself in the mirror. Then she took a box from the cabinet under the sink.

Inside were frosted gloves.

He casually pulled out a pair of glasses, put them on, then turned off the shower, opened the door, walked to the bedside, stopped beside it, and then suddenly bent down.

A person was lying quietly under the bed.

A grotesque, almost ferocious smile played on her lips as she clutched several pieces of clothing he had worn once or twice, sucking on them vigorously, glistening saliva glistening on the hem.

After making eye contact with Wei Juan, she even showed eight teeth, her smile stiff and eerie, clearly indicating she was a repeat offender.

The young man couldn't help but scoff, "Damn it!"

He smiled too, but unlike Xiaotang, he was gloomy and cold. He stood up abruptly, violently walked to the other side, grabbed the person's ankle, and forcibly dragged her out.

This was the first time Xiaotang had ever seen him so angry. A scream escaped her throat, but her mouth and nose were covered by his hand. Even though there was a glove between them, she still had close contact with her idol.

She revealed a fanatical look in her eyes, without even struggling.

Wei Juan showed a look of disgust, took out his phone and dialed 110. Even though he knew it would be useless, he still couldn't help feeling annoyed.

The police arrived late, still in their familiar uniforms, clean and sharp, and knocked on Wei Juan's door with expressionless faces.

After a short while, the door was opened.

Wei Juan, dressed in his pajamas, nodded politely to them.

"You called the police? Someone broke into a private residence?" The person who spoke was thin, with dark skin, an oval face, and triangular eyes, and always looked calculating.

Wei Juan nodded.

The policeman pushed him aside and went inside. Seeing Xiaotang bound like a dumpling on the floor, he asked incredulously, "You're not talking about this little girl, are you?"

The young man raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying: "When I got home from get off work, I saw her crawling under my bed. It scared me to death. She was clinging to my clothes like Sadako."

police officer:"……"

The man with the triangular eyes raised his head, his face resembling a rat: "She's just a little girl. How could you tie her up on the ground? What kind of behavior is that? Are you a public figure?"

They felt that the person who reported the case looked familiar.

The other party gave a vague answer: "I guess so."

"Officer, help! I'm a fan of his, but I really didn't sneak in. The door has a password, and I can only get in by breaking down the wall."

Xiaotang suddenly looked pitiful, like a victim.

She continued, "I really like him, but today, he asked me to come here. He said he likes me too and wants to take our relationship to the next level—"

Wei Juan was about to throw up. She had actually done something like smashing down a wall. He hadn't come back yet, and by the time he found out, she had already been taken away by the community property management.

The police officers glanced at Xiaotang, her face streaked with tears, then at Wei Juan, who looked menacing. Their resolve began to shift: "Further development? You guys in the entertainment industry are really something else, sleeping with your fans, huh?"

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No sooner had Ni Qing left than she received a call from the police station: "You are Mr. Wei's guardian, right? Come to the police station."

Ni Qing: "???" This world is either confused or on its way to being confused.

Did he commit a crime? Or was he the one who was wronged?

After thinking it over, I realized there were only two possibilities, so I sighed again and left the company feeling exhausted and drained.

When she arrived at the police station, the police immediately surrounded her and berated her: "As a public figure, you can't sleep with your fans no matter what! This isn't a civil dispute anymore; it's become a criminal case. This is rape!"

They explained the whole story.

Ni Qing's face remained expressionless, and her emotions showed no fluctuation after hearing the story: "You mean, Wei Juan wants to take things further with Xiao Tang?"

The police officers nodded, thus ignoring the strange look in her eyes.

She glanced at Wei Juan, whose face was full of grievance, then at Xiao Tang on the other side, and the next moment she walked over in her high heels.

Xiao Tang looked at Ni Qing with disdain: "It's no use you coming. As my idol, why should he call the police? He's betraying my admiration. I won't back down."

Ni Qing shook her head and said sincerely, "You've misunderstood—"

"I just wanted to see how thick-skinned you are, to be able to say such things without batting an eye or blushing. In terms of beauty and wealth, you wouldn't dare to touch either..."

Xiao Tang's face turned ashen, while the other person slowly opened and closed their red lips: "In what mental state did you say such a thing? Was it because you were confident? Even if he were to look for someone, he would only come to me first."

Because of her sexy and beautiful appearance.

No, we've gone off-topic.

She quickly changed her tune: "You don't want to admit it, do you?"

Xiaotang bit her lip, somewhat stubbornly, and retorted, "Please don't slander me. I didn't. Are you trying to force me to change my story?"