Transmigrating into the Male Supporting Character’s Ex-wife

Cheng Jun slowly gave her a glance. He heartlessly didn’t give a single response and instead just checked that the computer had an antivirus program installed.

“I won this from a video game!”

“Oh.”

Ruan Jiu Jiu: “…” This person is no fun.

Cheng Jun was as lethargic as an octogenarian that was running out of steam. She really had no idea what things would be like when he finally got around to falling in love. Maybe he’d find someone just as lazy as him to lounge around with. Life would revolve around junk food and figurines, and they’d communicate exclusively through text messages.

Ruan Jiu Jiu’s eyelid twitched. That scene was just too ghastly.

Just as she was caught up in her own thoughts, her computer finished setting up and she could see that it had connected to the wifi. Ruan Jiu Jiu grinned and patted Cheng Jun’s shoulder. “Bro, nice work.”

“I want dumplings for lunch.”

Ruan Jiu Jiu’s smile slipped. “Dumplings are too much trouble, why don’t we just buy them frozen.”

The man in front of her was tall, and his black hoodie contrasted against his milky white skin. His slender face was lowered, but from where Ruan Jiu Jiu was sitting, she could see his thick, long lashes and pointy nose. He was so pretty he could give you goosebumps.

He gave a gentle sigh and lightly said, “My hand hurts.”

Ruan Jiu Jiu, “… Aren’t your bandages off already? Are you trying to blackmail me here?”

Cheng Jun’s reply was earnest. “Mhm.”

“……”

She was speechless.

The skins of the piping hot dumplings were bulging with filling. Just a glance at them would trigger one’s appetite. Ruan Jiu Jiu served Cheng Jun a heaping bowl and turned to busy herself with ladling out her own serving. She hadn’t sat down at the table yet but Cheng Jun didn’t touch his chopsticks and waited for her to take her seat.

Ruan Jiu Jiu’s phone was on the table. Suddenly it buzzed twice and its screen lit up.

From where Cheng Jun sat, he just so happened to be able to read the notification.

[Ruan Qiu, this is Xiang Rong. I have something to say to you. Do you have time tomorrow?]

“……”

“Ah hot hot hot!”

Carrying a plate of dumplings, Ruan Jiu Jiu quickly hurried over to the table to put it down. She noticed that her phone had lit up. Meanwhile, Cheng Jun ate dumplings with his head lowered, seemingly without a care. Picking up her phone, she saw Xiang Rong’s text.

This guy was really like a ghost that couldn’t stop haunting her. She’d blocked him so many times but he still didn’t give up. Ruan Jiu Jiu was so annoyed she was about to lose it.

Just when she was about to block him again, he sent another text.

[If you don’t meet me, I’ll have to resort to some special methods.]

Ruan Jiu Jiu gave a cold laugh and immediately replied.

[I’ve already screenshotted everything. If you dare do anything I’m reporting you to the police.]

[If you don’t meet me, I’ll publish proof of our relationship.]

Seeing this, Ruan Jiu Jiu wanted to just roll her eyes.

If he was going to send Cheng Jun some proof, Cheng Jun wouldn’t care. He’d delete it without even looking at it. If he was going to post it online, Ruan Jiu Jiu didn’t care. She wasn’t the homewrecker. She had a clear conscience and didn’t care what people would say.

If Xiang Rong wanted to drag her through the mud, she’d go along with him.

Ruan Jiu Jiu quickly responded.

[Up to you.]

The dumplings were cooling. Xiang Rong’s mess had caused Ruan Jiu Jiu to lose her appetite. Her mind was elsewhere as she poked absentmindedly at her food. It was a shame that she didn’t have the ability to make Xiang Rong never bother her again. She could only come up with some other method.

In the middle of eating dumplings, Cheng Jun paused. Ruan Jiu Jiu couldn’t see it, but he had a pensive expression on his face.

As expected, Xiang Rong was as good as his word.

Night time.

Ruan Jiu Jiu returned to her room to sleep. She didn’t think Xiang Rong would take it too far. Who knew that her expression that time had provoked him? He started to constantly obsess over the original Ruan Jiu Jiu’s matters. No matter what, he wanted to ruin their marriage.

He just didn’t believe that even if there was no love between the couple, Cheng Jun could just sit indifferently watching his wife cuckold him.

Xiang Rong had Cheng Jun’s number. When the original Ruan Jiu Jiu hadn’t had her guard up against him, he had saved the number just in case he needed it one day. He coldly sent out a long text message. At the end, he attached a link to make clear to Ruan Qiu’s husband what exactly his wife was doing.

Satisfied, Xiang Rong waited for Cheng Jun’s reply.

After waiting for a time he still hadn’t heard back, so he was starting to become irritated. He guessed that maybe Cheng Jun was busy fighting with Ruan Qiu?

At this moment, Xiang Rong didn’t know that Cheng Jun read anything sent from unfamiliar numbers. The lengthy text with the link in it had immediately been intercepted and sent to the trash, accompanying all the other spam messages.

Ruan Jiu Jiu lay on the bed playing with her phone. Faint noises of happiness occasionally sounded from her room. She thought that Xiang Rong would have kicked up a fuss by now but there was no movement from his side. She waited and waited until she gradually began to feel a bit drowsy, and then slowly fell asleep.

Xiang Rong had been waiting for a few hours now without a single response. He sent a few more messages but those also seemed to shoot off silently into the void.

His handsome face had iced over. Using Cheng Jun’s phone number, he sent a friend request through WeChat. In the accompanying message he said: Do you not plan to respond to my text? Very well then, you guys will regret it!

After a few minutes, Cheng Jun replied, “What?”

Xiang Rong: ??? What?? Is this guy picking a fight?!

He suppressed his anger: “I sent you a few texts. Did you not read anything!?”

After a few minutes, Cheng Jun replied. “I found it. It was in the trash.”

Xiang Rong: “…”

Cheng Jun quickly skimmed over Xiang Rong’s text. It only said that Ruan Jiu Jiu wanted to use his money to support someone else, that she wanted to divorce him to marry Xiang Rong. Lastly, there was a link that was apparently proof of them in bed together.

Only the glow from the computer screen shone lit up the darkness of the study. Cheng Jun had no expression on his face.

“…..” He could see from just a glance that the pictures were all photoshopped.

The other person’s editing skills were good. If it were the average person, they probably would have immediately been hoodwinked.

But this was Cheng Jun.

His mouse moved quickly and as he typed the keys clattered, but with a lightness that seemed to come from a conscious attempt to keep as quiet as possible.

He quickly hacked into Xiang Rong’s computer and deleted all the so-called “proof” off the cloud and hard drive. While he was at it, he also logged into Xiang Rong’s main and side accounts and sent out all the intimate photos Xiang Rong had with other girls. He didn’t forget to send a copy to Xiang Rong’s parents too.

His actions were swift and decisive. It only took a brief moment to finish his “revenge.”

Cheng Jun was very calm, so unperturbed that he finished off another bottle of Yakult. After shutting down his computer, he languidly walked over to the bathroom to wash up.

At this time, Ruan Jiu Jiu was sleeping peacefully. She didn’t know that the pesky little Xiang Rong had already been taken care of while she was fast asleep.

On the other side, by the time Xiang Rong reacted, his family and friends had already exploded his phone with an onslaught of calls. He was shocked and paled under the pressure. One night cost him years of his life. Now that he had even been exposed to his family, he didn’t even have the face to mingle in the circles of the wealthy female socialites.

Everyone now knew that he had slept with a few women and used them as stepping stones to climb up the social ladder. Even the beautiful and shallow Li Yun rushed to cut things off with this old flame of hers.

This time, he was truly finished.

……

Ruan Jiu Jiu waited a few days for Xiang Rong to act out but never ended up hearing anything from him.

She didn’t know whether Xiang Rong had retreated and gave up, or whether he had other plans. No matter what, it had nothing to do with her. She was happy to cut things off with him.

Only

After a few days of not logging onto her mobile game, Ruan Jiu Jiu had lost all interest in it.

She suddenly remembered that when she was partying with the others, either Sesame or Master Kang had, noting the game’s beautiful graphics, offhandedly mentioned a game called Dreamy Chant.

Ruan Jiu Jiu had heard of the name Dreamy Chant from seeing it trending online. This MMORPG with an ancient setting had exquisite graphics with a variety of interesting character creation options. Each aspect of the game was a showcase of the best talent the domestic game development industry had to offer.

It had only launched for a little over a month, but floods of new players registered accounts. Oftentimes, the servers would be at max capacity and you’d have to queue up to log in.

But…

Why did “Dreamy Chant” sound so familiar?

Ruan Jiu Jiu didn’t think much of it. There were too many poems, perhaps she just felt some familiarity because it was the title of some Song dynasty poem. It just happened that her drawing pad was still in transit so she planned to try out a different game instead.

Guess she’d give this a try!