Quick Transmigration: Whoever Wants to Be This Supporting Female Lead Can Be It!

Bai Yan is bound to a system and must unceasingly tread the path of courting death by opposing the protagonists, becoming a stepping stone in their lives, destined for a tragic end in every life.

Chapter 10 The Rich Second Generation Pretending to Be Poor (Part 10)

After Chu Hanchen's leg was put in a cast, it was lifted and fixed to the foot of the bed. He was smiling as he looked at Jiang Yurou, who was peeling an apple for him next to the hospital bed.

Jiang Yurou lowered her head and handed the apple in her hand to Chu Hanchen, "Eat it."

"Aren't you going to feed me?" Chu Hanchen smiled, hooking Jiang Yurou's long hair in his hand, and whispered in her ear, "Don't forget who caused me to fall like this..."

Before the words were finished, the sound of high heels clicking on the floor rang out, followed by the door of the ward being pushed open.

Bai Yan walked in and, seeing her nominal boyfriend and best friend like this, she raised an eyebrow slightly: "You two?"

"Ah!" Jiang Yurou immediately stood up: "Xiao Yan, don't misunderstand, Chu Hanchen is injured, I'm taking care of him purely out of a sense of duty!"

After Jiang Yurou finished speaking, she glared at Chu Hanchen again.

Bai Yan didn't intend to expose the two at this moment, and smiled as usual: "Then thank you, Yu Rou."

Chu Hanchen's gaze was fixed on Bai Yan. In the past, Bai Yan not only applied for scholarships and grants every year, but also worked in various corners of the school in her spare time. She would never have bothered to dress herself up.

Of course, she is very beautiful; otherwise, a playboy like Chu Hanchen wouldn't have pursued her.

But today she... is so beautiful and dazzling that it's almost excessive.

A dark glint flashed in Jiang Yurou's eyes as she spoke, "Xiao Yan, why are you dressed up so beautifully today?"

"That dress you're wearing is a designer brand, it must have been expensive, right?" she said disapprovingly. "How can you waste money like that at a time like this?"

The amazement in Chu Hanchen's eyes faded instantly, and he looked at Bai Yan with a scrutinizing gaze.

Bai Yan wasn't this stunning before, but she was simple and a good girl at first glance... Now, thinking back to the luxury car she rode in after work that day, Chu Hanchen couldn't help but have some doubts.

Bai Yan said, "Is buying clothes considered a waste of money?"

“Of course!” Jiang Yurou said, “Han and I… Chu Hanchen and I are just ordinary friends. We both wanted to help him. You’re his girlfriend, how can you waste money at a time like this?”

Chu Hanchen frowned slightly. "Yu Rou is right. Xiao Yan, can't you think about our future?"

"What you mean by thinking about our future is that I can't buy a dress."

Bai Yan approached and kicked Chu Hanchen's shoes under the bed with disdain: "And you can afford sneakers that cost forty or fifty thousand a pair?"

Chu Hanchen's face turned a deep purplish-red. He was dressed simply, but when it came to shoes... he couldn't afford cheap ones.

“He’s a man, he has to save face in public,” Jiang Yurou said. “You’re a girl, don’t be so disrespectful to Han Chen in public.”

Chu Hanchen glanced at Jiang Yurou, and a part of his heart softened...

Seeing that the two of them were practically exchanging glances and not caring about her feelings, Bai Yan asked directly, "Why did you call me over?"

Jiang Yurou said matter-of-factly, "His leg is injured, and you're his girlfriend. Why don't you quit your job and come take care of him?"

Bai Yan looked at Chu Hanchen and asked, "Is that what you think too?"

Chu Hanchen frowned slightly, then looked at her with a pitiful expression: "Xiao Yan, my family has gone bankrupt, and I really need someone to take care of me."

Bai Yan asked, "How did you fall and hurt your leg?"

A hint of guilt flashed in Chu Hanchen's eyes. Jiang Yurou quickly said, "It's all your fault. I even introduced you to a job, but you wouldn't agree. Hanchen's sister is in the hospital and is in dire need of money. Since you didn't want to work, he took the job at the construction site because he felt sorry for you. It was too dangerous, otherwise he wouldn't have fallen like this."

A hint of mockery flashed in Bai Yan's eyes, then she looked at Chu Hanchen: "Since that's the case, I can't stay here to take care of you."

"How much does a caregiver earn per day?"

Bai Yan looked at Chu Hanchen with sincere eyes: "Hanchen, don't worry, my salary is not low now. Maybe when I get the project bonus, the money I earn will be enough to fill the hole in your family's bankruptcy?"

"At that time, my sister will not only need a kidney transplant, but she can have her whole body transplanted."

"When did you start exaggerating like this?"

"Is it so hard for you to quit your job to take care of me?" Chu Hanchen said unhappily. "Bai Yan, you can't help me financially, and now you can't even give me your company? Yu Rou is an outsider; she's helping me pay off my debts!"

A hint of hurt flashed in Bai Yan's eyes: "Han Chen, everything I said is true."

"I know you don't believe me now, but you'll find out in a while." After saying that, she covered her eyes with her bag, glanced in the direction of the door, and then walked away quickly in her high heels.

After she left, Chu Hanchen pounded the wall hard!

Jiang Yurou sighed and whispered words of comfort to him.

"Boss?" Assistant Li glanced at Shen Wuye.

Shen Wuye emerged from around the corner, glanced again in the direction Bai Yan had left, and his brows furrowed more and more deeply.

Her boyfriend... really was her nephew.

After glancing again at the ambiguous couple in the ward, Shen Wuye let out a soft sigh, gently brushed the dust off his suit jacket buttons, and then went inside.

Jiang Yurou was feeding Chu Hanchen fruit when Chu Hanchen looked up and saw Shen Wuye: "Uncle!"

Shen Wuye, dressed in an expensive suit, with a handsome yet aloof face, and his shiny leather shoes, seemed out of place as soon as he stepped into the ward.

Jiang Yurou's heart tightened; she could tell at a glance that Shen Wuye's identity was extraordinary.

She had seen wealthy people who reeked of money in bars before, but this person in front of her had an even more imposing presence.

"You broke your leg because of her?" Shen Wuye took two steps closer, his slightly cold gaze scrutinizing Jiang Yurou.

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