Sleep Aid Milk - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

As early as a month ago, I transmigrated into Wen Wan, the vicious supporting female character.

Her name meant “gentle evening,” but she was anything but.

Every day, with nothing better to do, she went out of her way to make the female lead miserable.

This supporting character was beautiful, yes, but she was truly stupid.

After framing the female lead in public again and again, she finally enraged the unhinged villain completely. He sent people after her, subjected her to three full days of inhuman torture, and in the end she lost her mind, was sent to a psychiatric hospital, then fell from a building to her death.

When I first arrived, I was attending a charity auction dinner.

Once I got familiar with the plot, the System assigned me my daily villainess task.

The male lead, Lu Mingxu, had snatched away a necklace Wen Wan had set her sights on early on, all for the female lead.

On top of that, Wen Wan’s marriage-alliance husband had been devoted to the female lead for years. The supporting female character was burning with rage and took all her resentment out on the female lead.

According to the plot, I was supposed to slap Song Qiaoyu across the face.

But when I looked at that cool, aloof, beautiful face, I hesitated.

So I raised my hand viciously, then brought it down gently against the female lead’s cheek and snapped,

“Bitch, who gave you permission to have skin this nice?!”

“That necklace is so heavy it’ll ruin your posture sooner or later!”

I took the chance to cop a feel near her collarbone.

In my heart, I thought, Damn! Pale, cool-toned skin really looks good with anything!

Her skin is way too smooth. What brand of body scrub does she use?

The venue fell silent.

The female lead’s head had been tilted slightly to the side. After hearing my abuse, she turned back around.

She frowned faintly and looked at me.

No wonder she was the female lead. That resilient strength in her eyes, that fragile, wounded feeling-ordinary people just couldn’t pull it off.

A man’s soft laugh broke the silence.

Following the sound, I saw a man in a suit sitting lazily in one of the venue chairs. He turned his head to look at me, the corners of his eyes and brows slightly lifted.

The surrounding whispers arrived late, but they arrived all the same.

“Has Wen Wan lost her mind? What nonsense is she spouting?”

“If this were before, Song Qiaoyu’s face would probably have been clawed to shreds by now. Why is she touching her instead?”

“She probably wants to act gentle in front of Mr. Ji!”

“My guess? She’s definitely trying to gross Song Qiaoyu out so badly that she’ll give in on her own.”

“…”

In just three short seconds, I had established my image as a sleazy woman.

Yes!

Good job, Wen Wan!

I asked the System, Is that evil enough?

System: Evil… enough… blech…

Me: ?