The Koi Fish Transmigrated as the Female Supporting Character in a Time-travel Romance Novel [Quick Transmigration]
The Koi Fish Transmigrated as the Female Supporting Character in a Time-travel Romance Novel [Quick Transmigration] Chapter 46 – World 2

Chapter 46 – The Female Supporting Character Whose Life Was Taken Away by a Transmigrated Woman

He Xiunian’s villa had been renovated, and the project he was overseeing had been completed. After paying the workers their wages and bonuses, he had about one hundred thousand yuan left.

He Xiunian thought to himself that he was no longer young and it was time for him to settle down. So, he chose an auspicious day, asked Wang Zhuang’s mother to find a good matchmaker who could speak well, and with an assortment of four types of snacks and fruits, he headed to Wen Xin’s small courtyard on a sunny afternoon.

Spring had passed, the peach blossoms had already fallen, and the leaves had grown lush and green. Old Zhang and Qin Laozi now enjoyed spending their time sitting under the peach tree in the shade, reading books, chatting, drinking tea, and playing chess.

Seeing how much they enjoyed it, Wen Xin had specially cleared a small piece of land, so He Xiunian could pour cement to form tables and chairs. When He Xiunian and the matchmaker arrived, Qin Laozi and Old Zhang stopped their game and returned home together.

The mugwort on the mountain was tender at the moment, and Wen Xin wanted to make ai ban, a type of dumpling made with mugwort, a local delicacy from the Hakka people of the Lingnan region. Wen Xin loved sticky rice dishes, and when she thought of it, she craved it intensely. So, she picked some mugwort and returned home. Qin Yishu was busy chopping the blanched mugwort into fine pieces, mixing it with glutinous rice flour, while Wen Xin prepared the fillings.

She prepared three types of fillings in total: peanut filling, sesame filling, and fresh meat filling.

The peanut and sesame fillings were easy to make; one just needed to crush them, add sugar, and mix. 

The fresh meat filling was a bit more complicated. Minced pork belly was stir-fried with some mushrooms, and just before taking it off the stove, a little crushed walnut was added.

Both Aunt and Nephew were quick and skilled with their hands. By the time Qin Laozi and He Xiunian had barely had two cups of tea, the ai ban was already wrapped and steaming.

Each type of filling was not made in large quantities, but combined, the amount was quite impressive. Once it was ready, He Xiunian and the other male comrades immediately reached for the meat-filled ones.

Wen Xin, Qin Yishu, and the matchmaker preferred the sweet fillings, with the peanut and sesame ones having their own distinct fragrance.

The ai ban had a faint, delicate fragrance, which, when combined with the various fillings, did not overwhelm but rather complemented each other, leaving a subtle aftertaste in the mouth after eating.

The matchmaker, who was naturally eloquent, couldn’t stop praising the food after taking a bite. Wen Xin hadn’t done much, but Qin Laozi and Qin Yishu were already smiling with satisfaction.

He Xiunian was also very pleased, while Wen Xin, receiving so much praise, felt a little embarrassed.

After this round of compliments, talking about the marriage arrangements became very simple. After asking for Wen Xin’s opinion, Qin Laozi confirmed the engagement between the two.

He Xiunian had already picked the date for the engagement, and the closest one was in ten days.

After all, He Xiunian was going to marry his own granddaughter sooner or later, so it didn’t matter whether it was sooner or later. He went ahead and booked the date for ten days later. He was extremely pleased with himself.

Next, the engagement procedures were discussed, and He Xiunian handled all the details with the two families. Wen Xin, the bride, had become less important in the process.

Before they knew it, the engagement day had arrived. That morning, Wen Xin was woken up early by Qin Yishu. She put on the bright red brocade qipao that Qin Yishu had bought for her, and Qin Yishu styled her hair into a flower at the back of her head, while her bangs were fixed in a wavy shape, swept to the back.

Wen Xin did her own makeup. She was quite skilled, and made sure to apply blush and eyeshadow. Since it was her engagement day, she wore a bright red lipstick.

She was already a beautiful woman with a striking appearance, and this attire made her radiance even more intense.

Qin Yishu looked at Wen Xin in the mirror, smiled, and said: “I used to say you looked more like your father, but today, I can see you really resemble your mother too.”

Before the changes occurred, Zhou Yi was a lover of qipaos. Most of her wardrobe was filled with them, and her favorite was always red.

For her sake, Qin Yishu had even learned many different ways of styling hair. She had once promised Zhou Yi that when she got married, she would help her style her hair beautifully.

Unfortunately, due to the unfortunate events that happened later, her promise never came to fruition. Now, as she styled Wen Xin’s hair, she couldn’t help but feel some regret.

“If only your mother were here. She loved dressing up so much. On your wedding day, she would have made sure you looked absolutely beautiful.” Qin Yishu said, her eyes glistening with tears.

Wen Xin stood up and held her hand. The girl’s hand was soft and delicate. After over a year of recovery, her skin was fair and smooth, and it felt like holding tofu in her hand. As Qin Yishu cried and smiled at the same time, Wen Xin hugged her.

Wen Xin was tall, just like in her past life. She was still about 1.7 meters tall, and when she wore high heels, she probably looked about 1.75 meters. She embraced Qin Yishu.

The warmth Wen Xin felt in Qin Yishu’s embrace was the same as the comfort she had once felt in Zhang Xiuying’s arms in her previous life. In their embrace, Wen Xin always felt a sense of peace she had never experienced before.

Qin Yishu wiped her tears and, holding Wen Xin’s hand, they walked out. Qin Laozi and the old men from the nursing home were chatting in the yard.

Wen Xin’s family had visited before, though not often. When they saw Wen Xin come out, it was as if they collectively fell silent. After a while, they began speaking again.

When Qin Laozi saw Wen Xin walking gracefully toward them, it was as if he had seen his little daughter. His eyes reddened, and he repeated “good” several times. The old friends praised Wen Xin’s beauty, and Qin Laozi, shaking off the sadness, proudly and smugly responded to their compliments.

The group left the small courtyard and descended the newly built stone steps down the mountain. At the bottom of the mountain, three or four jeeps were parked. After getting in, the cars slowly started moving.

At the entrance of the Xiang Province National Guest Hotel, He Xiunian, dressed in a suit, stood with Wang Zhuang, who was also in a suit, waiting by the door. He Xiunian looked anxious, frequently checking his watch. Wang Zhuang stood by the door, watching He Xiunian.

The more he looked, the more he wanted to laugh. He had known He Xiunian for over ten years, but he had never seen him like this before. The year before, when Wang Zhuang was getting engaged to his partner, He Xiunian had mocked him for being anxious. How the tables had turned.

Wang Zhuang held back his laughter for a while, but he couldn’t resist and decided to return the favor by quoting He Xiunian’s words from the previous year: “Old He, I’m not saying anything, but it’s just an engagement. Look at you, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were an ant on a hot pan.”

He Xiunian felt like he had heard this before. He furrowed his brows and looked at Wang Zhuang. Seeing the smug look on his face, He Xiunian suddenly remembered—he had said those very words to Wang Zhuang.

What was that saying again? Don’t believe it? Look up and see, the heavens don’t spare anyone.

“You’re a grown man, and yet you hold grudges like this?” He Xiunian remarked.

Wang Zhuang chuckled: “Hold a grudge? Impossible!”

He Xiunian glanced up at the sky, ignoring Wang Zhuang. However, after the distraction, his anxiety eased significantly.

Wen Xin’s car came into view from a distance. He Xiunian quickly put on a smile and walked over to eagerly open the car door for Qin Laozi and the others.

Wen Xin stepped out of the car and gave He Xiunian a slight smile. That smile dazzled him, making his heart skip a beat. At that moment, it felt like everything around them faded away, and it was as if only he and Wen Xin existed in the world.

Wen Xin took He Xiunian’s arm and whispered in his ear: “What are you daydreaming about? Everyone’s waiting for you.”

He Xiunian snapped back to reality and hurriedly greeted everyone to head into the restaurant.

He had rented a small banquet hall in the restaurant. On his side, there were no close relatives left. The people who had come today were mainly business partners he had a close working relationship with and some of the workers under his employ.

As for Wen Xin, aside from those who had accompanied her today, she had also invited Huang Xiangqin and her two sons.

Wen Chengzhi had been executed, and Huang Xiangqin had become a widow. She now lived alone in the Wen Family household, and most of the villagers avoided her and her sons. However, Huang Xiangqin’s life had actually become more comfortable than before.

The Qin family had given her a generous thank-you gift, which she kept mostly in the bank for her two sons’ education. The remaining small amount, she used to buy meat twice a week to provide better nutrition for her family.

In the past, their family rarely ate meat. Wen Chengzhi, who had always tightly squeezed the household finances, would rather spend money on alcohol and meat to share with his drinking buddies than think about providing for her and the children.

Months had passed, and the children had gained some weight, and she herself had also put on a bit of extra fat. Huang Xiangqin felt grateful toward Wen Xin and the others. Her older son, who was two years older than the younger one, had a more mature mindset. Since his father had been executed, he had been mocked at school and had heard a lot of gossip from the villagers about Wen Xin. As a result, he had developed a great deal of resentment toward her.

When Huang Xiangqin found out, she had a long talk with him, breaking down the reasoning and explaining it to him bit by bit. After all, he had been raised by Huang Xiangqin, and with her guidance and wisdom, his worldview had been shaped properly. After being counseled for a long time, he began to recall the times when Wen Xin had carried him and his younger brother to work during the busy farming seasons when they were children. All of his resentments melted away.

Wen Little Brother, in contrast, had always liked Wen Xin, his Big Sister. Even now, he still liked her very much.

They were seated at the first table. After Wen Xin had finished most of her tasks, she went over to talk to Huang Xiangqin and patted Wen Little Brother’s head.

Su Quihe couldn’t understand why the Original Owner had always taken care of Wen Da and Wen Little Brother in the past, but Wen Xin knew the reason. Back then, when she married Zhou Wenhai and was about to give birth, Mother Zhou wasn’t in a hurry. Wen Xin wasn’t in good health, so she turned to Wen Family for help. At that time, only the two brothers were at home. They both carried her, one pulling the cart and the other pushing it, running all the way to the hospital to get her there.

The doctor had told the Original Owner that if Wen Xin had come any later, both she and the baby would have been lost. Wen Da and Wen Erdi were still teenagers back then, and after running for so long while pushing the cart, their hands were strained, and they had several large blisters on their feet.

the Original Owner had been resting in confinement at the Zhou Family. Even though he was the Eldest Grandson, Mother Zhou wasn’t very attentive in taking care of him. She truly only cared about the Eldest Grandson, but the diapers and small clothes the Eldest Grandson used, she didn’t concern herself with at all. Huang Xiangqin came to help with the confinement period, and at that time, it was winter and cold. The Wen brothers couldn’t bear to let Huang Xiangqin wash the diapers, and they definitely couldn’t allow the Original Owner, who was still in confinement, to do so. So, the two brothers took turns washing the diapers for four months. If the Original Owner had any urgent matters to attend to, they would directly take care of the child.

There’s a saying: “The debt of confinement cannot be forgotten, and the kindness of confinement must be repaid.” This was why the Original Owner, after things improved for her later in life, put in effort to care for her two younger brothers. And the two brothers also made her proud, bringing her much honor.

However, it’s unclear why, in Su Quihe’s eyes, these moments of sibling affection were seen as nothing but the exploitation of a superior relative and a form of manipulation.

The engagement ceremony was quick, from beginning to end. He Xiunian handed over the betrothal gifts to Wen Xin, had a meal, and then toasted each table before the engagement was concluded.

The betrothal gifts He Xiunian gave were very generous, amounting to five sets of nines, along with three sets of gold, all of which were equally substantial. These gifts were considered quite generous even in Beijing, and they gave the Wen family face. Old Master Qin and Qin Yishu were both very pleased with He Xiunian’s contribution.

On Wen Xin’s side, the engagement banquet was lively and cheerful. Meanwhile, in the courtyard, it was cold and quiet. Little Liu, upon entering the house, felt as though every second dragged on like an entire year.

To play his role well, Little Liu had not only read several romance novels but also watched every recent movie. His outfit that day was inspired by the appearance of Xu Wenqiang from the Hong Kong film Shanghai Bund.

He wore a black suit, white shirt, a slicked-back hairstyle, and two long scarves that looked like hoods. Holding a briefcase in his hand, he walked into the courtyard with his hands in his pockets. The servant playing the role of a comrade immediately approached to take his briefcase, and Little Liu cast him a cold glance.

Little Liu arrived just in time for the morning meal. Su Quihe was dining in the restaurant. Upon knowing Little Liu’s arrival, he no longer cared about his meal and gazed affectionately at the restaurant entrance. Little Liu had gotten up in the middle of the night and had been busy since then, without even drinking a sip of water. He glanced at Su Quihe and chose the seat farthest from him.

In the kitchen, the servant playing the comrade immediately approached to serve the meal.

The breakfast was the usual setup: small steamed buns, soy milk, and porridge.

However, the small buns were filled with delicious chicken broth, the soy milk was made from red beans, and the porridge had been slow-cooked for hours with shredded chicken.

The person responsible for cooking was the head chef from their National Security Department cafeteria, a big teacher, whose signature dishes were usually stir-fried white radish with red radish and stir-fried Da Bai cabbage with meat so finely chopped that you’d need a magnifying glass to spot it.

Little Liu muttered to himself: “This is just ridiculous.”

As Little Liu surveyed the courtyard, he noticed that all the staff had arrived. They were standing respectfully in a line by the restaurant, eagerly waiting to watch him make a fool of himself. Beneath their respectful gazes, there was a concealed enjoyment of his misfortune. At that moment, Little Liu felt exhausted, as if he were a monkey about to perform in a zoo.

After finally maintaining an air of elegance and getting through the interaction with Su Quihe, Little Liu hurriedly left. His appearance had been exactly as Su Quihe had imagined. She gazed at him lovingly and sent him out the door. The servant playing the role of a comrade was worried that Su Quihe might start having thoughts of suspicion and could see through their disguise, so they quickly explained that Little Liu was busy with work.

To their surprise, Su Quihe not only didn’t suspect anything, but she was also very understanding. She coyly said: “I understand. He’s busy with work. I’m just happy that he could take time out of his schedule to visit me.”

Once Su Quihe could no longer see them, the people from the National Security Department exchanged a glance, their expressions a silent mess of unspoken words.

Little Liu stepped out the courtyard gate, not having the chance to catch his breath before the big teacher from the cafeteria appeared.

The large hand, as big as a fan, patted Little Liu on the shoulder. “Not bad, Little Liu. Your acting is really impressive. If I didn’t know your background, I’d have thought you were some young, elegant noble from a prestigious family.”

“Good stuff. From now on, I won’t watch any movies made by our country if you’re not in them.”

Little Liu pushed the big teacher’s hand aside. “Same to you, Zhang Teacher. Your cooking skills are really great. The red radish stir-fried with white radish you made before really showed off your talent.”

Zhang Teacher stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky. “Ah, no need to mention it, no need to mention it.”

stillnotlucia[Translator]

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