Transmigrating into the Male Supporting Character’s Ex-wife

Ruan Jiu Jiu was a little worried. “You’re burning. It might be better to go to the hospital.”

Cheng Jun closed his eyes. His voice was low and hoarse. “Not going.”

Normally, Cheng Jun wouldn’t go West if you told him to go East. He’d do what he was told. But today, he was abnormally unobedient. Ruan Jiu Jiu didn’t know what to do with him. She coaxed him in a gentle tone. “You have a fever. It’s best that you go to the hospital. What if it gets worse?”

Cheng Jun only repeated his words.

“Not going.”

Ruan Jiu Jiu scratched her head in frustration. “Fine. Then first lie in bed. If your fever doesn’t subside in a few hours, we’re going to the emergency room. Okay?”

After a long while, Cheng Jun assented with an “Mm.”

His cheeks flushed scarlet. He was so weary he couldn’t open his eyes. He was in a muddled daze, and was a little cute.

By the time Ruan Jiu Jiu wanted to drag him out of bed…

Cute my ass! Why is he so heavy! Is he a reincarnation of some boulder?

Ruan Jiu Jiu struggled to prop Cheng Jun up. Though he normally looked tall and lanky, she discovered how heavy he could be in this moment. His weight was on her, and she could barely catch her breath. Ruan Jiu Jiu gritted her teeth. She supported him like she was propping up a rice bag, and continued to walk forward.

“This is really milking the strength out of me…”

Cheng Jun, who was half-conscious, opened his eyes a crack. “Milk? Soymilk?”

Ruan Jiu Jiu: “…”

Every time it came to food, this bastard seemed to be incomparably conscious!

Her head was chock full of curses towards him. Seeing his sick state, she held herself back. Just when she was about to lose all strength, she had dragged Cheng Jun onto his bed. Cheng Jun looked especially pitiful in his sorry state.Ruan Jiu Jiu ran a towel under the tap and wiped his forehead and hands to make him feel more comfortable.

Cheng Jun’s fingers were pretty. They were long and slender. As Ruan Jiu Jiu was wiping him down, she flipped him to and fro, looking him over.

She fed him two cups of lukewarm water and Tylenol. Finally, she could sit by his side and take a breather.

At this time, Ruan Jiu Jiu started to size up his room.

Ever since she transmigrated, she didn’t know what his room looked like. What disappointed Ruan Jiu Jiu was the lack of figurines and porn magazines and CDs. There wasn’t even a fleshlight. On the contrary, his room was clean. There was a bed, two computers and chairs, and a bookshelf. That’s all he had.

There was no manga on his shelf and no doujins. Ruan Jiu Jiu couldn’t make heads or tails of a good half of the books.

The most familiar was The Little Prince which was placed on the highest shelf. Ruan Jiu Jiu didn’t expect Cheng Jun to like that sort of book. She took a gander and returned once more to Cheng Jun’s bedside to wipe down his forehead.

Cheng Jun, who was lying in bed, suddenly grabbed her wrist.

This awakening of the corpse shocked Ruan Jiu Jiu. “What are you doing!?”

His grip was strong. He tightly held on to her wrist, not letting go. His palm was scorching hot. His fingers encircled her wrist with enough room to spare. Ruan Jiu Jiu was stupefied and didn’t know what Cheng Jun was thinking.

At this time, Cheng Jun slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at Ruan Jiu Jiu. Those almond eyes seemed to hold many complicated feelings. Ruan Jiu Jiu couldn’t read him.

Ruan Jiu Jiu couldn’t help but tense. “What?”

“I want… dumplings.” His voice was hoarse. He spent all his energy to squeeze out those words, and his grip soon loosened.

Ruan Jiu Jiu: “…”

In his daze, Cheng Jun thought of something and added a phrase. “Lamb filling…”

His words were immediately cut off.

“You’re running a fever and you still want to eat lamb? You want to die?!”

Ruan Jiu Jiu had a deep premonition that Cheng Jun had the innate ability to anger her to death.

Cheng Jun was a little crestfallen.

“Then what about shrimp.”

Ruan Jiu Jiu lightly asked, “… Do you want to try a bandage filling?”

……

Cheng Jun didn’t get the chance to realize his wishes and eat dumplings. But there was century egg and pork congee paired with scrumptious side dishes. He was satisfied nonetheless.

Ruan Jiu Jiu saw him gain some vigor. His forehead temperature had also gone down, and she was finally able to relax a little.

While Cheng Jun was eating, she thought of the matter with Qu Wei. She propped her chin on her hand and cautiously asked, “Um… are you going to inherit your dad’s company?”

Please forgive her for being so direct, but the two of them didn’t have much feelings between them.

Cheng Jun spoon paused in midair. He slowly replied, “No.”

Ruan Jiu Jiu sighed. “You really make people worry. People have already arrived on your doorstep and you don’t care at all.”

She was silent for a bit.

Ruan Jiu Jiu had long prepared to divorce. It’s just that the day came a bit earlier than expected.

“I’ll just be straight with you. Qu Wei wanted me to ask for your shares. I know you aren’t willing to fight with her and you probably don’t even want those shares, but we still have to feed ourselves. So I made an agreement, just requiring that after the divorce I get an additional 3 million and two apartments. You need the money more than I do, one apartment is enough for me. The rest, I’ll give to you.”

She still had 700 thousand in the bank, which was enough to live off of for a while. The house could be used as a residence or sold for cash.

Chen Jun suddenly lifted his head.

“Give to me?”

“That’s right, I can’t even spend that much money. You should show some more concern for yourself, a cold was enough to almost kill you…..”

Cheng Jun stared at her in a daze. His slender eyes moved slightly upwards, his pupils as black as lacquer, and some emotion shone through. This was something that Ruan Jiu Jiu had seldom seen, totally unlike his typical indifferent gaze. He was silent for a long moment, and then repeated, “Give to me?”

Ruan Jiu Jiu: “Have you turned into a broken record?”

Cheng Jun didn’t answer her, instead continuing to ask, “Why?”

“Just think of it as repayment for you so kindly letting me freeload off of you, and even giving me money. Is that a good enough reason? Though to be honest, that money should have been yours from the start, I’m only stealing your thunder.”

“If you don’t have anything else, it just so happens that I still have that divorce agreement in my drawer. In a moment, I’ll sign it”

Ruan Jiu Jiu rattled on one-sidedly for so long, and now finally, Cheng Jun put down the spoon in his hand.

His words were calm and measured.

“There’s no need to divorce.”

Ruan Jiu Jiu, “Hmm? If we don’t divorce you’re going to just support me?”

“Mhm.”

Ruan Jiu Jiu stopped in surprise: “Wha?”

“I have savings.”

Ruan Jiu Jiu stuck out her hand: “500,000? 1 million? 2 million? It can’t be 5 million can it!”

Cheng Jun gazed at her anxious appearance. Not wanting to scare her, he calmly made a noise of assent: “And two apartments.” So, she shouldn’t worry about Qu Wei’s offer of two apartments.

Actually…the balance in the bank should have two more zeros tacked on, and then be multiplied a few times.

Ruan Jiu Jiu was shocked: “I never expected you to be so rich!”

Mr. Cheng’s company had operated for so many years, but its annual income wasn’t as much as his monthly income. The difference was too big, so Cheng Jun had never felt that the shares he held were worth much. That sum of money wasn’t even enough to fund the development of a game.

In his eyes, Qu Wei was like an insignificant little bug uselessly hopping about in hopes of making a mess. For the sake of such a little amount of money, she racked her brains to plot against him and put on such a shameful performance.

He had concealed himself too well, or perhaps from beginning to end Mr. Cheng and Qu Wei had never expected him to amount to much. In their hearts, he was just a useless waste of air and they totally couldn’t be bothered to concern themselves with his affairs.

This had caused them to miss out on a stupendous secret—

The man who they thought of as a complete idiot already had a publicly listed company that was valued in the billions. After only a few years of work.

Ruan Jiu Jiu was shocked.

“My God! Is this the savings your aunt left you?” That was the only explanation she could think of.

Cheng Jun was silent for a moment.

“Mhm.”

Ruan Jiu Jiu let out a sigh. “That’s good then. If you were the head of a company, I’d definitely move out.” She hated being inconvenienced. She didn’t want to get mixed in others’ matters. If Cheng Jun had his own company, then things would get complicated.

Cheng Jun’s gaze drifted slightly to the side. “…”

With that, Ruan Jiu Jiu wasn’t worried anymore.

She asked, “Then are you going to give me money every month?”

Cheng Jun was very calm. “Doubled. Including food expenses.”

Ruan Jiu Jiu said, “All righty! If you want a feast it’s coming right up!”

Cheng Jun immediately caught on to a critical word. “Feast? What does that include?”

Ruan Jiu Jiu: “… uhhh about that. There’s still a bowl of congee. Are you going to eat that?”

As for the future of Mr. Cheng’s business or how to deal with Qu Wei, Ruan Jiu Jiu didn’t give it a thought.

The next day brought good news with it.

Mr. Cheng’s company ran into cash flow issues. It just so happened that one of their projects ran into trouble, and it became a trending topic online. Some investors pulled their capital, and the stock price plummeted. The shares immediately shrank by at least half.

After suffering such a heavy blow, Mr. Cheng tossed and turned every night. Even worse, Qu Wei was bawling like it was the end of the world.

Her shares! Her money! She hadn’t even gotten her hands on it and it was gone like that!

The considerate, obedient Qu Wei turned into a shrew. She fought with Mr. Cheng every day. It hurt so much that she just wanted to chomp down.

Mr. Cheng was shocked and pained to see her true side.

The company saw an exodus of employees and a drop in profits. Thankfully they didn’t suffer to the point of having to declare bankruptcy and liquidate their assets. Mr. Cheng was under immense pressure. He just wanted to preserve what was left of the company and couldn’t care for what his son was up to.

On the second day of his cold, Cheng Jun’s condition improved greatly.

Only

Ruan Jiu Jiu had money and had confidence. She decided to prepare a proper feast for Cheng Jun.

Cheng Jun received Tu Nan’s text.

[Boss, should I divest the last bit of capital?]

Cheng Jun lightly typed.

[No need.]

Author’s Note: Ruan Jiu Jiu: Having money is so good!

Cheng Jun: So… about the feast…

Ruan Jiu Jiu: Shaddup