After Seeing Through the Plot, the Cannon Fodder Supporting Female Lead Overturned Her Fate - Chapter 21

Everything happened so fast that there was almost no time to react.

For a brief, staggering moment, Ye An had no idea what had occurred. She only felt a chill down her spine and her heart racing at breakneck speed. It felt as if countless shards of debris were flying toward her along with a thunderous roar, scratching her until she stung with pain.

It wasn’t until Xia Yihuan’s voice suddenly rang in her ear: “Ye An, are you alright?!”

Because of the shock, Ye An didn’t even notice that Xia Yihuan hadn’t called her “President Ye.” She paused for a moment before whispering back, “I’m fine.”

“What happened?” The massive noise drew in nearby pedestrians and diners from the restaurant. The surroundings were a chaotic din. Someone pulled out a phone to call for help. Ye An struggled to sit up and looked back, only then realizing that a large truck had plowed toward them.

The truck had been moving fast and had somehow lost control, smashing directly into their parked car nearby. If Xia Yihuan hadn’t reacted with such lightning speed just now, the two of them would currently be…

Ye An didn’t dare think about what would have happened.

“Are you okay?” Ye An snapped back to reality, looking down to check on the woman beside her. Xia Yihuan had held her as they tumbled to the ground; the impact from the pavement made Ye An ache all over, so Xia Yihuan couldn’t possibly be unhurt.

“I’m alright,” Xia Yihuan replied, frowning slightly, her voice a bit raspy. “It shouldn’t be anything serious…”

Even speaking seemed to require a great deal of effort.

Ye An grew anxious. Fortunately, there was a hospital nearby, and since someone had already called for help, an ambulance would likely arrive soon. Ye An didn’t know the extent of Xia Yihuan’s injuries and didn’t dare touch her. “Hold on, the ambulance will be here soon.”

“Mhm,” Xia Yihuan nodded. “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

As she spoke, she looked up at the person in front of her. Noticing a large patch of dirt on Ye An’s arm, she instinctively reached out and gently brushed it off for her.

The warm, soft sensation on her skin made Ye An daze for a second. “What are you doing?”

“It was dirty,” Xia Yihuan said with a faint smile.

At a time like this, who cares about dirt? Ye An felt a wave of helplessness. “You…”

“Sigh.”

Rescue arrived quickly.

Due to the immense force of the impact, the rear of the car Xia Yihuan had driven was completely crushed, and the front of the truck had a massive dent. During the entire process, the truck driver remained motionless. Upon inspection by paramedics, it was discovered that he had no vital signs.

Due to a lack of equipment, his exact time of death couldn’t be determined yet, but judging by his complexion and his movements before death, he likely suffered from a sudden, acute illness.

Ye An didn’t pay much attention to the details; her focus was entirely on Xia Yihuan, so much so that she had forgotten the terror of the danger they had just faced.

It wasn’t until Xia Yihuan spoke again: “I’m really fine, President Ye. Don’t worry.”

Her tone was quite steady now.

Ye An looked down at her face and, after a long silence, simply nodded. “…Mhm.”

Ten minutes later, the two arrived at the hospital together. Ye An happened to know of a few cases where people thought they were fine after a fall while drunk, only to have symptoms worsen at home until they required emergency surgery.

For the sake of both Xia Yihuan’s safety and her own, Ye An requested the doctor perform a detailed examination. Fortunately, the results were a relief—no bones were broken, only soft tissue injuries and abrasions.

Ye An was mostly fine, requiring only simple bandaging, but Xia Yihuan’s condition was less optimistic. Her back was heavily bruised from the impact, her right hand had minor tendon damage, and both arms had various scratches.

While Xia Yihuan was inside getting her wounds treated, Ye An waited outside in silence.

The voice of 023 soon echoed in Xia Yihuan’s mind, asking if she was okay.

“I’m fine,” Xia Yihuan said, her expression unchanged. “Just a bit startled.”

“Even I was startled!” 023 replied quickly, its tone full of complaints and displeasure. “What is going on? How many times has this been? Why are you so unlucky lately?”

Even the usually dim-witted 023 had noticed something was wrong. Xia Yihuan remained silent for a long moment before her lips suddenly curved into a smile. “What do you think?”

“Me?” 023 was taken aback. “I… I don’t know! I just went back to headquarters to ask, trying to figure out the cause, but they just told me it was all because of bugs.”

The system couldn’t help but sigh. “What kind of mess is this!”

Xia Yihuan responded, uncharacteristically agreeing: “Indeed.”

“This won’t do.” 023 grew angrier the more it thought about it. The host’s luck had been terrible ever since she went bankrupt, and it definitely had something to do with the higher-ups. “I have to go back again. I want to see exactly when these damn loopholes can be fixed!”

023 could be quite the troublemaker when it wanted to be!

“Mhm.” Xia Yihuan couldn’t help but chuckle at that, nodding her consent. “Go ahead.”

With that, the system vanished.

Xia Yihuan closed her eyes, and the smile on her lips quickly faded.

On the other side, Ye An’s mood had plummeted to rock bottom.

The adrenaline of the scene had passed, and her tension was slowly settling into a calm state—and it is precisely in these quiet moments that certain emotions begin to grow and surge wildly.

This was the first time Ye An had been so close to death.

Since learning she only had three years left, Ye An had grieved, hesitated, and spent a long time in self-abandonment. But truthfully, three years felt like a long time away; back then, she only felt resentment and anger, not understanding why she had to endure this.

But not now.

—She was afraid.

The hospital was still bustling with people coming and going. Countless faces passed before her eyes. Ye An looked at them in a daze, feeling a chill permeate her entire body. Any slight sound or movement could startle her. Although she was trying desperately to suppress it, her hands were still shaking uncontrollably.

Then, Xia Yihuan came out.

Ye An struggled to pull her lips into a smile. “It’s good there’s nothing serious. We both escaped death, right?”

“Yes.” Xia Yihuan slowly smiled along with her. “President Ye is right.”

“Are you okay?” Ye An said, looking at Xia Yihuan’s bandaged right hand. “It seems you can’t drive tonight. We’ll have to call a driver in a bit.”

Xia Yihuan nodded. “Okay.”

Ye An instinctively tucked her hands into her pockets, attempting to hide her trembling. “Let’s go. It’s good that we’re safe. You probably had a scare today too; go back and get a good sleep.”

“I’m actually quite sleepy,” she added. Her mind was a jumble of static; she barely knew what she was saying. “In a bit, I have to…”

Before she could finish, she was suddenly interrupted by Xia Yihuan: “President Ye.”

Ye An turned her head. “What is it?”

At that moment, Xia Yihuan suddenly raised her left hand toward her. People bustled all around them, never seeming to stop for anyone, but she stood still, her gaze fixed on Ye An’s face, calling her name: “This time, I mean it.”

Her voice was soft, possessing a rare warmth, yet it was enough to pull Ye An out of her state of terror and stop her from shaking.

“President Ye,” she said, a beautiful smile hanging on the corners of her lips.

“Do you want a hug?”