Quick Transmigration: The Supporting Female Lead is Too Arrogant - Chapter 34

“I used to think he noticed you because, in the rain, you wanted to help him, opening a path to the outside world for him. But now, I think it’s your voice that caught his attention or triggered a reaction in him,” Jiang Cheng said as he took notes.

At this moment, Chu Zhao was asleep, sedated. Yan Qing had broken both his arms to subdue him, effectively neutralizing his strength. Even when he went mad later, he couldn’t hurt anyone.

When Jiang Cheng arrived, he immediately administered a sedative, putting Chu Zhao to sleep quickly. Yan Qing then reset his elbows, and the Chu family seemed to return to peace.

However, the Chu family members were still anxious.

Jiang Cheng was now meticulously asking about Chu Zhao’s condition during his episode, recording every detail.

Yan Qing listened, occasionally adding details.

Zhou Huaiya (Mrs. Chu), frightened and distraught, leaned against Chu Heng for support.

Chu Heng, though distressed, managed to remain calm. He said to Yan Qing, “You did well. If he tries to hurt you again, do the same.”

He didn’t want her to hesitate next time, as any delay might lead to serious harm. Even from a wheelchair, a grown man’s strength far surpassed that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.

Yan Qing nodded, feeling a bit awkward about having to break someone’s arms in front of their mother. Even though it was self-defense, she felt guilty.

Seeing Yan Qing’s unease, Zhou Huaiya said, “Qing Qing, you did the right thing. We don’t blame you.”

“Mm,” Yan Qing nodded softly.

She didn’t know why she had remained so calm during the incident, handling it with such precision. It felt like she had done it many times before, perhaps related to her previous memories.

The system had told her that her original memories would be erased but that her instincts would remain, including the skills she had learned. With the right trigger, she could regain those abilities.

Therefore, Yan Qing had no expectations for her past memories.

Jiang Cheng kept consulting his notes and cross-referencing his previous records.

The other four in the living room remained silent, not wanting to disturb him.

After about half an hour, Jiang Cheng suddenly exclaimed, “I know what it is!”

Everyone perked up, their eyes fixed on him.

Jiang Cheng explained, “Have you heard of ‘Yandere’? Chu Zhao’s current state is similar.”

The others shook their heads, still focused on him. Jiang Cheng continued, “Yandere is a form of obsessive behavior, where someone has an extreme affection for a person, a part of them, or an object, to the point of wanting to possess it completely. They may reject or even harm anyone they perceive as a threat to the person they love. For instance, today, when you were about to leave, he fixated on your voice and wanted to keep it, hence why he targeted your throat…”

Zhou Huaiya turned pale. “But Qing Qing is a person, not an object. How can she become his possession? He… he…”

Zhou Huaiya couldn’t continue.

Chu Heng asked, “Could he… kill someone one day?”

Jiang Cheng shook his head, smiling bitterly. “It’s possible, though not certain.”

The Chu family fell silent.

Jiang Cheng didn’t know how to solve this either. As a psychologist, he couldn’t reach Chu Zhao’s inner world because Chu Zhao resisted treatment. Most of the time, Chu Zhao appeared normal, making it difficult to approach him. Yan Qing was the only one who could get close to him, but it was dangerous for her to face him alone.

Chu Yang, who had been looking up ‘Yandere’ on his phone, said with a complicated expression, “If my brother knew her voice would always be with him…”

Zhou Huaiya scolded, “That’s impossible! Don’t give such ideas. It might make things worse if she ever leaves.”

Yan Qing’s eyes lit up. “Is that possible? How can we tell him?”

Jiang Cheng frowned. “I don’t recommend it. The cost is too high.”

The cost would be that she could never leave until he fully recovered. She was an independent person with her own life.

Chu Zhao was only in the initial stage. If it worsened, he might need to be with her constantly. Refusing then could drive him completely mad.

Jiang Cheng didn’t want to consider this option, as no one could predict Chu Zhao’s future condition.

The Chu family fell silent, unsure how to help Chu Zhao improve.

……

Just then, Qin Zhen appeared at the top of the stairs. “Chu Zhao is awake and in pain. Yan Qing, come quickly!”

Yan Qing stood up swiftly and rushed upstairs before anyone else could react.

Zhou Huaiya and Chu Heng exchanged worried glances and quickly followed, with Chu Yang trailing behind.

Opening Chu Zhao’s bedroom door, they saw him on the bed, his hands bound, his waist strapped down, yet still struggling. His entire body was flushed from exertion, a cloth in his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue, his eyes bloodshot and bulging, making for a frightening sight.

Seeing this, Yan Qing’s heart pounded.

Earlier, she had instinctively remained calm and fought back. But now, seeing him like this, the stark contrast from the shy artist he once was was heart-wrenching.

She wasn’t scared, just deeply saddened by his condition.

Yan Qing spoke softly, “Chu Zhao, can you hear me?”

His bound hands pounded the bed, but his struggle lessened at her words. Slowly, he turned his head towards her, whimpering.

Yan Qing continued to soothe him, “What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable? Try to breathe deeply with me and calm down…”

She wasn’t sure if this was the right approach, but since he responded to her voice, she kept speaking gently to calm him down.

Chu Zhao stared at her. The others watched anxiously, fearing he might lash out again.

After a moment, Chu Zhao started to breathe deeply as she instructed.

……

Zhou Huaiya bit her lip, watching her son with tears in her eyes. She couldn’t understand why her son’s life was so difficult. Regret and sorrow threatened to overwhelm her, but the scene before her gave her a glimmer of hope.

Chu Heng held his wife tightly, his throat choked with emotion, his breathing heavy.

Chu Yang and Jiang Cheng also watched intently, making no sound, careful not to disturb the fragile calm.

Yan Qing, relieved, spoke softly, “Chu Zhao, are you hungry?”

Forgive her; the only topic she could think of was food.

But it worked. Chu Zhao calmed down further, his struggle ceasing, his eyes losing their wildness. He looked at her, no longer crazed, but pitiful, “It hurts…”

His muffled, whimpering voice pierced everyone’s hearts.

Yan Qing tentatively reached out to massage his wrist, “Does this help?”

Chu Zhao blushed and nodded obediently, finally settling down.

He gazed at Yan Qing with shy eyes, like a teenager facing his crush.

Yan Qing removed the cloth from his mouth, seeing no resistance, she sighed in relief. “What do you want to do now?”

Chu Zhao, seeming unaware of his previous state, replied normally, “I want to paint.”

“Alright, let’s paint,” Yan Qing agreed.

Qin Zhen came over and released him from his restraints, placing him in his wheelchair. Yan Qing stayed close, never leaving his side.

Chu Zhao, once calmed, rarely had issues unless provoked, so they felt secure.

Zhou Huaiya and her husband left, unable to bear watching.

Chu Zhao did want to paint. He used the highest quality materials and occasionally glanced at Yan Qing, smiling before continuing, as if checking she hadn’t left.

Yan Qing noticed and stayed nearby, even dozing off on the couch.

When she awoke, she saw a painting of herself sleeping, her face fuller and more beautiful under his brush.

She blushed, “Did you add a filter to this?”

Chu Zhao blinked in confusion, his delicate eyes questioning: What is a filter?

To him, Yan Qing looked just like this: fair, serene, and with a soothing voice that calmed his restless heart. She saw him as a normal, living person, making her stand out in his eyes.

Yan Qing laughed, “Thank you.”

Chu Zhao smiled, “You’re welcome.”

They were interrupted by a light knock, and Qin Zhen entered with a tray. “Time to eat.”

“Alright,” Yan Qing said, taking the tray and placing it in the room. She wheeled Chu Zhao to the table.

This was her first time eating in his room.

Chu Zhao was quiet, eating little. Yan Qing encouraged him to eat more, managing to get him to eat a bit more, but he soon refused.

After the meal, Yan Qing cleared her throat and said, “Chu Zhao, I’m going to school, you know that?”

Chu Zhao pouted, about to lower his head.

Yan Qing quickly grabbed his chin, lifting his face like a domineering girl teasing a shy boy.

Chu Zhao, forced to look up, showed no change in expression but was clearly unhappy.

Yan Qing, searching for a way to convince him, suddenly had an idea, “We can call each other! You can hear my voice on the phone, right?”

Chu Zhao’s eyes widened in surprise, clearly not having thought of this.

Yan Qing pulled out her phone, “Where’s your phone?”

Chu Zhao instinctively patted his pockets, then looked at her helplessly, shaking his head, “I don’t have it.”

Yan Qing’s mouth twitched as Chu Yang’s voice came from the door, “Here.”

He handed over a phone.

Chu Yang had been watching from the door, worried his brother might hurt Yan Qing again. He also wanted to see what a normal conversation with Chu Zhao looked like.

Yan Qing dialed her number and put the phone to Chu Zhao’s ear, holding her own phone. “Can you hear me?”

Chu Zhao’s eyes brightened as her clear voice came through, his last bit of anxiety melting away. Looking at Yan Qing with sparkling eyes, he replied seriously, “I can hear you.”

“Good. Whenever you want to hear my voice, call me. I promise I’ll answer if I see it. If I miss it, I’ll call you back as soon as I can, okay?” Yan Qing asked.

Chu Zhao pressed his lips together, hesitating for a long time. Yan Qing’s heart pounded as she gently stroked his head.

Chu Zhao stiffened but eventually nodded, “Mm.”

That afternoon, Zhou Huaiya personally took Yan Qing to school, registered her, and left her in her dormitory.

After Zhou Huaiya left, Yan Qing returned to the dorm to find five girls glaring at her.

The first to speak was a girl with a half-bun hairstyle and light makeup. Though not particularly pretty, the makeup enhanced her looks. She frowned and said with hostility, “Didn’t we warn you not to live here this semester? Did you forget?”

A girl with loose hair and a headband beside her also threatened maliciously, “We said if you came back, we’d throw your stuff out!”

“Wow, haven’t seen you for a semester, and you’ve gotten prettier?” Another chubby short-haired girl nudged the first girl, pointing her chin at Yan Qing, speaking with ill intentions.

The three girls blocked Yan Qing’s way, glaring at her. The other two girls remained silent but shared their disdain.

This was one of the reasons Yan Qing had come to live at school.

Besides her family, her dorm mates were the worst bullies.

In a six-person dorm, with a bed above and a desk below, and two bathrooms, the living conditions were good. But there were always a few bad apples ruining the environment.

The original Yan Qing was a timid girl who never bothered anyone.

But there were always those who found fault with her. Living together daily, they saw her real appearance and, as the poorest one in the dorm, with tattered clothes, she was like a slightly cleaner beggar to them, unworthy of sharing the same space.

In the first year, they only occasionally mocked her. But in the second year, after a love letter she wrote was accidentally discovered by a boy while cleaning, her life became hell.

She hadn’t dared to send it, just keeping it in her book. But that one time, it was found and seen by others.

She had liked her classmate, the school heartthrob, a charmingly handsome boy with fair skin, a mischievous dimple, and a bad-boy charm that attracted many girls.

He was unattainable for her, and when her crush was exposed, she faced ridicule and ostracism, especially from her three roommates, who began to bully her openly.

They poured water on her bed, took over her desk, tore up her homework…

These were the mildest acts. Sometimes they locked her in the dorm, claiming ignorance when reprimanded: “Didn’t know she was inside.”

No one punished them, and Yan Qing grew more afraid of school and learning. After being sent to the Chu family by Yan Xianhong, she didn’t dare mention school, scared to go back.

If Chu Zhao’s episodes hadn’t terrified her, the original Yan Qing wouldn’t have angered the Chu family to leave.

After receiving the original Yan Qing’s memories, Yan Qing held deep resentment for those who had harmed her.

She had let Zhou Huaiya leave to avoid her involvement, planning to settle scores now.

Yan Qing glanced at the three main bullies, sizing them up, wondering where to hit to cause pain without injury.

Her unwavering stare unnerved them. The lead girl stammered, “W-what are you doing?”

Yan Qing smiled, stepping forward.

The lead bullies were Dong Meng, Jing Jing, and Diao Xinyi. The two silent ones were Xie Xiaowen and Tang Yue.

Seeing Yan Qing approach silently, the five felt a sudden sense of danger.

Dong Meng, the bravest, took a step forward, “What? You want to fight?”

Yan Qing tilted her head, smiling, “Yes.”

Dong Meng: “??”

She was stunned. Yan Qing, the coward, was saying this?

The others were equally shocked, but before they could react, Yan Qing struck.

……

“Smack!” A punch landed on Dong Meng’s face.

“Ah!” Dong Meng screamed, stumbling from the force, then snarled, “You dare hit me? I’ll kill you!”

“Get her!” Jing Jing and Diao Xinyi shouted.

Yan Qing was unafraid, hitting each one with swift, precise moves. Despite their larger size, the three were quickly overpowered.

“Want more?” Yan Qing sneered, her fists unrelenting, targeting painful spots. “Weren’t you tough before? Why stop now?”

“Help! Stop!”

The dorm erupted in chaos. The three bullies couldn’t fight back, each attempt met with a swift kick or punch from Yan Qing, leaving them in pain.

Xie Xiaowen and Tang Yue watched in shock, huddled on their beds, terrified. “What are you doing? Are you crazy?”

Yan Qing efficiently handled the three, then threatened the others, “Don’t make a sound. If this escalates, I’ll hit harder next time!”

The low whimpers from the beaten girls filled the room. Silenced by fear, they covered their mouths, staring at Yan Qing in horror.

The other two girls turned pale, afraid to speak.

To them, Yan Qing had transformed from a harmless rabbit to a fearsome demon.

It was the first day back, a time when everyone was busy with dinner. This part of the dorm was deserted, and the girls’ screams were quickly silenced by Yan Qing’s threats, unnoticed by anyone else.

After beating them enough, Yan Qing sighed in relief, her fair face flushed from the exertion, a light sheen of sweat on her skin.

The dorm was a mess, with scattered and broken items.

Yan Qing glanced at the cowering Xie Xiaowen and Tang Yue. Seeing her look, they paled further, “I didn’t bully you, please don’t hit me!”

Yan Qing chuckled, “Relax, I won’t touch you.”

They sighed in relief, still shaken.

The three bullies didn’t dare move from the floor.

Yan Qing’s strikes were controlled, focusing on painful areas without causing serious injury. Though their faces were mostly unscathed, their bodies ached terribly, every movement excruciating.

Jing Jing, terrified, asked, “Did you break my bones?”

Yan Qing returned to her spot, casually throwing books at them, “Don’t worry, just pain. I know my limits.”

They silently picked up the books, too scared to protest.

After tossing all her books, Yan Qing coldly said, “This is payback for your bullying. Behave, or next time I’ll be harsher!”

They nodded repeatedly, ashamed and fearful, hoping for mercy.

Dong Meng cautiously asked, “Can we get up now?”

Yan Qing innocently replied, “Did I say you couldn’t?”

They scrambled to their feet, cleaning up silently.

Yan Qing’s spot was by the door. She put her legs on the desk, watching them move carefully.

“From now on, stay out of my way. If you think of complaining to the teachers or parents, remember, unless you never see me again, I’ll make you regret it. Got it?”

“Got it,” they mumbled.

They understood, having used the same threats on the original Yan Qing. None of them were truly tough, easily scared after a few hits.

Yan Qing frowned, “Louder! Do you understand?”

“Yes!” they chorused loudly.

Yan Qing nodded, satisfied, then answered her ringing phone. “Hello~”

The dorm fell silent, the five girls exchanging fearful glances.

Yan Qing had gone from a pitiful victim to a formidable foe, now sounding sweet on the phone.

They silently tended to their injuries, eyes red with shame and pain.

Diao Xinyi began to cry, “Waaah…”

The others looked equally miserable, low in spirits.

Getting beaten, especially by someone they used to bully, was humiliating. They had planned to punish her but ended up on the receiving end.

Reporting this to parents or teachers would be embarrassing and risky, so they kept quiet.

They left the dorm quietly, faces pale and careful not to make a sound.

Yan Qing watched them leave, a cold smile on her face, but her words were gentle.

“Yeah, I’m preparing for school. Are you painting?”

“Not yet…” Chu Zhao’s soft voice replied.

He felt restless after she left, painting one picture before calling her. Her voice over the phone calmed him.

He didn’t know what to say but didn’t want to hang up. Holding his favorite painting tools felt unappealing.

Yan Qing suggested, “I’ll organize my dorm, but we can keep the call on. You can talk to me anytime, okay?”

Chu Zhao’s eyes brightened, “Mm!”

They kept the call on, Yan Qing’s organizing sounds filling the room.

Chu Zhao held the phone, listening.

Chu Yang watched, feeling envious. Seeing his brother clutching the phone, he offered, “I got you Bluetooth earbuds. This way, you can listen and paint.”

Chu Zhao didn’t respond.

Undeterred, Chu Yang explained, “You can hear her while painting with these, really!”

Chu Zhao finally looked at him.

Chu Yang smiled, cautiously suggesting, “Let me set it up?”

Chu Zhao didn’t speak but kept looking at him.

Chu Yang, happy, smiled, happy to finally get a positive response. He carefully took the phone, connected the Bluetooth earbuds, and handed them to Chu Zhao.

When the sound of Yan Qing organizing her dorm suddenly stopped, Chu Zhao’s expression changed. Chu Yang quickly put the earbuds in his ears, and the sounds resumed, clear and close.

Chu Zhao’s eyes narrowed briefly, a sign of his contentment. Chu Yang couldn’t help but smile. He wanted to ruffle his brother’s hair but refrained, fearing it might upset him. He quietly stepped back.

Chu Zhao, now with earbuds in, asked softly, “Can you hear me?”

Yan Qing’s voice came through the earbuds, slightly distant but clear, “Yes, I can hear you. What’s up?”

Chu Zhao smiled, his lips curving slightly. He didn’t say anything more and picked up his paintbrushes, resuming his work with a peaceful heart.

Yan Qing continued to organize her things, satisfied that Chu Zhao was calm.

Chu Yang watched for a bit longer, noting the oil painting of Yan Qing leaving the Chu family home. It depicted only her, despite the presence of their parents and himself at the time. Feeling a pang of jealousy, he sighed and left to handle his own work.

In her third year of high school, there was no military training. The day after she arrived, classes began immediately with no changes in class assignments. Yan Qing remained in the lowest-ranked class, filled mostly with athletes and slackers. Even Yuan Hua, the school heartthrob, was in this class due to his poor grades.

On her first day, Yan Qing wore a new dress Zhou Huaiya had bought for her. Despite having money, she didn’t need to buy clothes herself, as Zhou Huaiya had filled her wardrobe with beautiful clothes, from dresses and pants to jackets and tops. She also provided top-notch skincare products suitable for her age.

Her new dress was a light purple, complementing her fair skin. Her previously yellow hair had been trimmed short, now healthier and black, growing in well with proper nutrition and the spring water’s effects. Her eyes were bright, her lips rosy, and though still slender, she looked healthier and more vibrant.

Her dorm mates, seeing her transformation early in the morning, were shocked. She looked beautiful but deceptive, knowing she had beaten them effortlessly.

“What’s wrong?” Yan Qing asked, noticing their stares.

The girls quickly shook their heads. Dong Meng nervously said, “It’s almost time for class. Are you ready to go?”

“Yes,” Yan Qing nodded, grabbing her backpack.

The girls sighed in relief, but their faces tightened when they saw her following them. Dong Meng glared at Jing Jing, who had prompted her earlier, mouthing, “Your fault!”

Jing Jing, annoyed, quickened her pace.

Entering the classroom, the students were boisterous, chatting and laughing. The teacher, knowing it was the first day, didn’t bother to come in.

Yan Qing’s entrance caused a momentary hush.

Teenage boys, full of hormones, stared at the light purple figure entering the room.

Rong Jun nudged Yuan Hua, “Wake up, there’s a beauty here!”

Yuan Hua, grumpy from being disturbed, frowned.

Rong Jun, undeterred, muttered, “Your loss if you don’t look!”

Yuan Hua noticed the unusual quiet and opened his sleepy eyes, catching sight of the girl heading to the corner of the fourth row. Her fair skin caught his eye.

“Who is she? How did she get into our class?” he muttered.

Rong Jun, smug, replied, “Weren’t interested before, huh?”

Yuan Hua glared at him, prompting Rong Jun to back down, “No idea, but why is she sitting in the trash spot?”

They referred to Yan Qing’s old seat as the trash spot due to her previous shabby appearance.

Yuan Hua, puzzled, watched her.

Suddenly, a voice rang out, “What? You’re that trash Yan Qing?”

The surrounding students exchanged confused looks, “What’s going on?”

“Can’t be true!”

“Is that really you, Yan Qing?” A bold boy approached, curious.

Teenagers often didn’t realize how hurtful their words could be. Their casual cruelty had deeply wounded Yan Qing before. But now, transformed, she faced them calmly.

Lowering her head to read, she responded, “Yes, I’m Yan Qing, the one you called trash. Anything else?”

Her clear voice echoed in the now-silent classroom, causing embarrassment among the students.

The bold boy scratched his head, stepping back, “Uh, sorry about the nickname. We were just messing around. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Yeah, sorry. We were just joking. Don’t take it seriously. We all have nicknames, see, I’m called Fatty,” another boy added.

Yan Qing straightened, looking at them, her smile dazzling. Her beauty made many boys steal glances, some openly admiring her.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind. You were just joking,” Yan Qing smiled.

“Great,” a lively boy said, stepping forward. His face was average, dotted with acne, a common sight for teenagers. He was popular and friendly in the class. “Hey, Yan Qing, how’d you get so pretty?”

Yan Qing’s smile widened, “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. What did you say, Ugly?”

Rong Jun, amused, said, “Yuan Ye, this girl’s tough!”

Yuan Ye, interested now, watched closely.

The boy Yan Qing had called Ugly turned pale, standing straight, “Why’d you call me that?”

Yan Qing shrugged innocently, “Just a joke, like your nicknames. No offense.”

Looking around at the students, she continued, “I’ll joke with you too! Shorty, you can be Short Legs, and you…”

“Bang!” Yuan Ye, the acne-faced boy, angrily overturned a desk, “Who do you think you are?”