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

Chapter 269 Cold-blooded Cannon Fodder Doctor 9

The two remained face-to-face for a long time, neither of them seeming to be in a bad mood.

"Who do you think you are? Why are you telling me what to do?" Ni Qing glanced at her coldly, her gaze filled with repulsion.

Her dark, messy hair hung down beside her somewhat pale face, and her usually cold eyes now held a hint of annoyance. Her innocent face looked much more vibrant than it had been a couple of days ago.

As the moon sank lower, he still didn't let go, as if he couldn't understand Ni Qing's barbed words, only repeating, "You need to rest."

The other person sneered and began to struggle: "I'm going back to rest, don't touch me." She was weak now, and even if she resisted with all her might, her strength was still very limited.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she easily broke free.

Her fair, slender, and seemingly fragile wrists were already rubbed red.

The silver-haired boy stood up without a word, watching her get up, straighten her clothes, and coldly put on her shoes, preparing to leave.

Whether she sees him as the male lead or the presiding judge, she shouldn't agree to rest next to an unidentified experimental subject.

As the moon sank, he watched her somewhat sluggish movements thoughtfully, his lowered eyelashes conveying an ambiguous meaning, and something dark seemed to be silently churning deep within his pupils.

Just as she was about to walk past him, he reached out without hesitation, grasped her arm, and gently pulled her behind him.

Ni Qing wanted to curse, but when she looked up, she met his gaze.

Her usually innocent, light gray eyes were now somewhat indifferent, revealing an unfathomable and unpredictable depth, which grew increasingly arrogant with each glance.

The white-coated doctor suddenly stopped swearing, his expression blank, as if he had been hypnotized.

"Would you like to sleep here with me?" The boy's unique, clear voice sounded like a gentle stream, carrying an imperceptible coaxing quality.

Ni Qing blinked blankly.

As the moon sank, he reached out and gently brushed away the messy strands of hair that were obscuring his vision, his deep eyes seeming to contain an eerie power.

His cold, slender fingertips caressed her pale cheek, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "Be good, you need to rest."

The silver-haired boy, dressed in a simple white lab coat, seemed to have an expression that overlapped with that of the judge from thousands of years later. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, concealing the turmoil in his heart.

His gaze inadvertently traced her face.

She wasn't strikingly beautiful, but her bright, clear eyes always gave her a unique look, making her otherwise plain appearance a little more distinctive.

He even felt that these eyes shouldn't be on this body.

"Who are you? Where do you come from?" he murmured, somewhat confused, his voice low and deep, as if talking to himself. Using special abilities one after another in this world was a bit too arrogant.

He wasn't from here, so everything here was suppressing him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have allowed those people to conduct such "abuse"-like research; he simply didn't have the strength.

As the moon sank, his face grew somewhat pale. His gaze fell upon her pale but beautifully shaped lips, staring at them for a moment before releasing his grip.

He gently took Ni Qing's hand, which was hanging by her side, and walked step by step toward the bedside: "Good night, Doctor."

The other person seemed completely unresponsive to all of this, obediently being led to lie down quietly, then closing their eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

Ni Qing was completely unaware of all this, and when she woke up again, 32 hours had passed. Perhaps because she had slept for too long, she had a slight headache when she got up.

Looking around, the environment remained unchanged.

She lowered her eyelids imperceptibly, her mind racing through the last images before she lost consciousness. This strange talent of hers, which seemed innate, was particularly adept at manipulating the consciousness of others.

But the protagonist who had prompted her to think looked over innocently and said, "You've fainted again."

Ni Qing: "..." My foot!

Her cell phone kept vibrating inside her white coat, so she gave up on investigating and took out her phone to check the incoming calls.

Hmm... it's Song Ling.

Her childhood sweetheart.

The frequency of these calls was so high that it was hard not to see their purpose. She didn't think for long before answering the phone.

Although his face remained expressionless, his tone softened considerably: "Ah Ling."

As the moon sank, he watched her with great interest.

How strange, saying one thing and meaning another, why?

"I was resting just now and didn't see the phone."

"You're in the lab? When did you arrive?"

"Okay, then I'll come find you------"

After saying a few words, she hung up the phone. Ni Qing was wearing the same clothes she had worn for a long time, and she found it hard to bear. She quickly got up, not even glancing at the experimental subject next to her.

Pushing open the door to her room, she hurriedly took a shower and changed into her brand-new work clothes. When she left, the ends of her soft, damp hair were still carelessly dripping water, staining her white coat with a deep, dark color.

Song Ling had arrived again sometime earlier, and was now staying in her work lab. Thinking of the report in her drawer, she felt a growing sense of unease.

If he sees those data, the situation will probably get out of control.

The original owner was also a love-struck person. No one had the right to enter her laboratory, but Song Ling could, and was tacitly allowed to do so from beginning to end.

His iris scan was preserved in the password.

Oh shit.

She quickened her pace, looking quite energetic, and only when she reached the laboratory door did she suddenly push it open and look at the uninvited guest.

Song Ling, wearing a white lab coat, leaned lazily against the table, seemingly interested in the specimens in her cabinets. The laboratory remained exactly as it was.

Ni Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

With a soft expression on her face, she said in an incredibly gentle tone, "Why didn't you tell me sooner? I overslept."

Song Ling said listlessly, "Isn't this a surprise for you?" As if he had thought of something, he slowly walked over with his signature smile.

Even his previously perfunctory tone became serious: "You seem to have lost weight. Looks like you haven't been resting well these past few days. I have some good news for you to hear?"

Ni Qing had a bad feeling, but on her face she wore a faint, shy smile: "What good news?"

Song Ling was certain she would be happy, and said, "I've applied for a base transfer to assist you with your research on No. 1. How about it? Aren't you excited?"

As expected, the woman's expression wasn't one of great joy; instead, she seemed somewhat... petrified for a moment.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, the other person put on an impeccable smile: "Really? Then I'll have to trouble you, Ah Ling."

There was no flaw; that fleeting moment of stiffness just now seemed to be merely his imagination. He suppressed his doubts and said with a faint smile, "We're all on the same side, why make things difficult?"

After saying a brief goodbye, he mentioned he was going to visit the living quarters. Ni Qing didn't seem inclined to follow, simply saying she needed to tidy up the lab before going to find him.

The door closed quickly, Ni Qing's fake smile vanished, and she strode to the drawer and pulled it open—

The data sheets inside are still there, and seem to have remained unchanged.

She carefully placed the experimental results down and slowly turned her gaze to the printer, which was some distance away.

She didn't believe he would be so honest.

So she approached the printer step by step and opened the history.

Number of prints: 2.