After Seeing Through the Plot, the Cannon Fodder Supporting Female Lead Overturned Her Fate - Chapter 44

The streets were nearly empty at night. Once they left the bustling district, the traffic thinned out even more. Ye An drove quickly, arriving at the garage in no time.

It was getting late, and Ye An herself was feeling quite drowsy, let alone Xia Yihuan, who had consumed a fair amount of alcohol.

“How are you feeling?” Knowing Xia Yihuan had been drinking with those “alcoholics,” it was obvious she had quite a few. Ye An worried the excess might make her feel ill and asked casually.

“I’m fine.” Xia Yihuan shook her head as she spoke.

“Any discomfort anywhere?” Ye An, unable to put her mind at ease, pressed further.

“I’m just a little sleepy,” Xia Yihuan answered softly after a few seconds.

Ye An couldn’t help but laugh at that. She pushed open the car door and supported her hand. “Don’t worry, we’re almost home.”

Xia Yihuan nodded, her gaze drifting toward Ye An. “Mhm.”

Her eyes were peaceful and warm. Compared to before, they seemed to carry an indescribable emotion. Perhaps because of the alcohol, that sentiment could no longer be concealed, revealing itself quite clearly before her.

Ye An had never seen her look like that before and was momentarily stunned. Compared to the previous Xia Yihuan—who seemed devoid of desire, as if she didn’t eat the food of mortals—the person before her was distinctly different.

It was as if she finally possessed the emotions of a “human.”

Ye An knew it wasn’t quite right to describe her like that, but she had to admit it was the first feeling that surfaced in her heart the moment their eyes met.

This caused her to murmur instinctively, “It would be so nice if things were always like this.”

The voice wasn’t loud, yet it was heard perfectly by the person beside her.

After a long moment, Xia Yihuan nodded gently, as if agreeing with her. “Mhm. It really would be nice if things were always like this.”

The response caused Ye An’s lips to curl upward again. “You’re nodding without even knowing what I’m talking about.”

This time Xia Yihuan didn’t speak, but simply smiled along with her.

They soon entered the house. While Xia Yihuan was showering, Ye An took the opportunity to brew her a bowl of hangover soup and watched her drink it while sitting by the bed.

Usually, it was Xia Yihuan who looked after her like this; this was the first time she had cared for the other in such a way.

Strangely, she didn’t feel it was out of place. Their relationship was no longer simply that of an assistant and a boss. She didn’t mind doing things for Xia Yihuan and was willing to let the other rely on her.

“Lie down,” Ye An said, taking the bowl after she finished the soup. “Get some good sleep.”

“Mhm.” Xia Yihuan nodded and lay down obediently. Ye An tucked her in and quickly left the room.

Just after her own shower, however, she heard movement coming from Xia Yihuan’s room. She seemed to be in discomfort, coughing quite violently.

“What’s wrong?” Ye An frowned. She quickly went to the living room to pour a glass of water and pushed the door open to enter again.

Xia Yihuan shook her head, her voice a bit raspy. “It’s nothing.”

“Drink some water.” Ye An handed her the glass, suddenly remembering the incident from not long ago. Back then, Xia Yihuan had also hidden in the bathroom to cough for a while; the sound had been quite loud and sounded severe. “What exactly is going on with you? Do you need to see someone?”

“It’s okay, I feel much better now,” Xia Yihuan said. Because the coughing had been so intense, the corners of her eyes were tinged with an involuntary red. Looking into her eyes, Ye An felt a twinge of heartache.

“Are you really okay?” she couldn’t help but ask.

Xia Yihuan shook her head. “Really, I’m fine.”

“Then lie back down.” Ye An sighed and told Xia Yihuan to get back under the covers, reaching out to tuck her in once more.

When she moved to stand up, Xia Yihuan didn’t close her eyes; instead, she just stared at her. Ye An met her gaze for a few seconds and felt her heart soften. She didn’t rush to leave this time, but sat back down.

“Why isn’t President Ye going to rest?” the woman on the bed asked with a light laugh.

“I’m worried you might still be uncomfortable,” Ye An said. She reached out and gently pinched Xia Yihuan’s cheek. “You really do have quite a lot of ‘face’ to make me do this.”

“It’s because you’re taking care of me.” At those words, the smile in Xia Yihuan’s eyes deepened. “President Ye has always been a very good person.”

“As long as you know.” Ye An found the praise quite satisfying. She paused and laughed along with Xia Yihuan.

Xia Yihuan didn’t speak further, but continued to look at her like that.

“What is it?” Ye An felt awkward under her stare and took the initiative to ask.

“My head hurts,” Xia Yihuan murmured a few seconds later.

Praise her a few times and she starts putting on airs.

Ye An felt helpless, but she didn’t say anything. Xia Yihuan was lying right in the center of the bed, and Ye An found it uncomfortable to massage her head from her current position. After a few seconds, she simply took off her shoes and sat on the bed.

“Close your eyes,” she said. It was her first time serving someone like this, and it felt a bit strange no matter how she thought about it.

This time Xia Yihuan said nothing and obediently closed her eyes.

Ye An lowered her gaze, placing her hands on Xia Yihuan’s forehead and beginning to rub gently. The light in the room was dim; only the bedside lamp emitted a bright glow—faint, but enough to illuminate Xia Yihuan’s face.

As Ye An worked, she observed Xia Yihuan’s expression, seeing her furrowed brow slowly smooth out as her posture relaxed.

She really was very beautiful.

Although they had been together for a long time, Ye An rarely had the chance to study her face so quietly. Ye An looked down at her, moving from the tips of her brows downward to her deep eyes, long eyelashes, delicate nose, and lovely thin lips. Perhaps because the kiss in the car had passed some of the alcohol’s heat to her, Ye An felt herself becoming increasingly “off” at this moment.

Seeing Xia Yihuan’s lightly pursed lips, for some reason, Ye An suddenly felt like taking a bite of her.

The thought lasted only a few seconds before turning into action. Ye An thought it and did it—she didn’t use much force, but it still caused Xia Yihuan to let out an involuntary “hiss.”

Soon, she opened her eyes, looking a bit amused. “Why is President Ye biting me?”

“So that you’ll remember not to drink so much next time,” Ye An said. The two were very close now, so close that their breaths brushed against each other’s faces, creating an air of infinite romance. “If there’s a next time, I won’t be looking after you.”

“Mhm.” At that, Xia Yihuan smiled and nodded. “I understand.”

Ye An gave a soft huff. Seeing her agree, she prepared to get up, but before she could move, Xia Yihuan suddenly grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her downward.

Ye An felt a second of weightlessness. When she came to her senses, she was already lying on the pillow beside Xia Yihuan.

Ye An stared into her eyes, looking a bit dazed. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Xia Yihuan gently pulled Ye An’s wrist to her lips and kissed it. “Thank you for the massage, President Ye.”

“And thank you for the hangover soup, and for coming to pick me up,” she added, her voice carrying a faint smile—pleasant and soft.

It sounded like something said only to those closest to her.

For some reason, Ye An’s heart rate sped up a few notches. She sensed she was being a bit unusual; she should have pulled away, yet she couldn’t help but want to sink into this ambiguity and romance.

Soon, she suddenly remembered the words Xia Yihuan had repeated not long ago: “It would be so nice if things were always like this.”

Yes, it really would be nice if things were always like this.

“Sleep,” Ye An sighed softly after a long moment, reaching out to pat her back. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Xia Yihuan said. She didn’t let go of Ye An’s hand; instead, she moved closer, pulling her into an embrace.

Her scent was very pleasant—the clean fragrance of shower gel that felt reassuring and nostalgic. Ye An didn’t refuse. After a few seconds of silence, the hand on Xia Yihuan’s back tightened, returning the embrace.

Neither spoke again. The atmosphere grew quiet. The tranquil light spilled quietly into the night, enveloping the two of them. In this moment, everything around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the person before them as the most radiant thing in existence.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms. This one bed and one blanket were their whole world.