Quick Wear: She Became the Beloved of the Short-lived Male Supporting Character

"Jiang Wan, I think we need to talk." He subconsciously wanted to pull Jiang Wan's arm, but a pair of strong hands stopped him.

Song Xingan grabbed his arm forcefully, protecting Jiang Wan behind him. After shaking off the man's arm, his dark and deep eyes met the man's displeased gaze, "This sir, she doesn't want to have anything to do with us. Please move aside, she's blocking the way."

There was a flash of interest in Jiang Wan's eyes. She had always thought that this was a taciturn person, but she didn't expect that he had a temper.

Ji Chen said unhappily: "Who are you? What qualifications do you have to talk to me..."

Hearing this, Jiang Wan took a step forward and sneered, "Boss Ji of the Eternal Group, do you think that with so many women around you and so many people flattering you, you are really just a golden rim, so superior to others?"

Eternal Group?

Which eternity?

Is it the eternity they know?

The Yongheng who made his fortune in real estate and has businesses all over the country?

Some time ago, the Internet seemed to be full of gossip about the Eternal Heir.

Are they so lucky that they met me?

No matter whether it is true or not, take a photo first.

Good things should be shared.

It's also good to go back and tell it to your relatives and friends for fun.

Some people couldn't wait to take out their mobile phones and secretly record the video.

However, the man seemed to have noticed their intentions. He swept his gloomy eyes around and said in a loud voice, "If there are any photos or videos about today on the Internet, I will choose to call the police to protect my personal legal rights. I hope you have enough money and energy to deal with one lawsuit after another."

After hearing this, the people who were holding up their phones to take pictures put them down silently, lowered their heads, pricked up their ears and ate their meals.

Jiang Wan was not affected by the domineering aura he exuded.

When he was about to come over to pull her, she raised her hand and slapped him in the face.

The loud slap was like pressing the time-stop button.

Everyone in the store widened their eyes at once.

Facing his murderous gaze, Jiang Wan showed no fear and said coldly, "When Young Master Ji and I were engaged, you cheated on me. Now I've fulfilled your wish, but Young Master Ji is looking for a sense of existence again. What's the matter? Young Master Ji has some unknown hobby that makes him want to find some excitement? However, your wishful thinking has been fulfilled. I, Jiang Wan, will not go back to you, and I will not accept any garbage."

After she finished speaking, she grabbed Song Xingan's sleeve, walked around Ji Chen and left the snack bar.

Ji Chen's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at her leaving back, not knowing what he was thinking.

Shen Jiao walked up to him distressedly and held his arm. The teeth marks on her lower lip had not yet disappeared. She said in an almost pleading tone, "Achen, let's go home."

She had been with him for so long, there was no point in not wanting to admit it.

She sees it more clearly than anyone else.

Ji Chen said that he didn't like his childhood sweetheart, but he always mentioned her inadvertently.

Even when his engagement was broken off and he was caught up in a storm of public opinion, he was still able to spare some time to think about her.

Now that Jiang Wan had humiliated him in front of so many people, the fact that he could swallow this anger showed that he still cared about Jiang Wan.

She had finally made him see her true feelings, and let him realize that she loved him as a person, not his wealth and status. How could she be willing to allow him to have too much contact with his ex-girlfriend?

Shen Jiao's tears did not move the man. He ruthlessly shook off her hand without considering whether she would be hurt or not, and turned around and walked away.

Jiang Wan and her friend walked out against the flow of people.

She didn't say anything, and the person behind her was like her shadow, always following her half a step behind.

After walking for more than ten minutes, she arrived at a crossroads. She stopped for two steps and stared at the countdown on the traffic light.

When the street lights came on, she was not in a hurry to take that step.

The person behind him took a step forward, and the two shadows overlapped, but no one cared about it.

He looked at the street across the street and said, "Life is like this traffic light, constantly changing. We stop and go, and when the green light comes on, we can choose to take a step forward and see the scenery across the street. If you haven't decided where to go, don't rush to take this step. If you miss this one, there will always be another one. The green light will always come."

She took a deep breath, a bright smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and she said with relief, "I have already thought about the path I want to take."

Twenty seconds left on the green light.

She raised her hand and grasped his sleeve, and without any hesitation, she pulled him across the sidewalk to the other side of the street.

She loosened her grip on his sleeve, took a step back, kept an arm's length away from him, looked up at him and said softly, "You're right, the scenery here is nice, it's nice to have someone around to enjoy the scenery."

His heart skipped a beat.

When he met the other person's clear eyes without any emotion, he instantly calmed down the strangeness in his heart.

He warned himself, Song Xing'an, not to think too much and not to be self-indulgent.

The "change someone" she was referring to was someone other than that man, not herself.

Thinking of this, he dared to look directly into her eyes and nodded slightly.

"I'm sorry for making you spend money today. Song, please don't mention transferring money to me again in the future."

"But you didn't eat well." And the meal was really shabby.

"Not eating well is another person's problem, not yours. Besides, I don't have much appetite now, so I won't eat anymore." She paused and said, "If you don't mind, can you accompany me for a walk?"

"it is good."

The two walked along the street, Jiang Wan chatted with him casually and learned some information from him.

He did not mention his family, only saying that he was not from City A, that he had enrolled in a university in City A, and that he had no hobbies other than working and studying. He did not earn much from his two part-time jobs, but with scholarships, it was enough to cover his daily expenses. Although it was hard, he lived a fulfilling life.

"Can you take some orders from time to time?"

"Well, I run a social media account where I show some of my past works, but I don't have enough connections, and there's only so much I can do, so I don't usually have the chance to take on suitable projects."

"It's already very good. Classmate Song, is there anyone who can say anything? You are really excellent. You are motivated, self-disciplined, goal-oriented, and capable. Your good looks are no longer worth mentioning. I believe that people like you will succeed in whatever you do. It's just a matter of time. I didn't expect that Mu Lin could have a friend like you. It's really rare."

His cheeks felt a little hot after being praised by her. His dark eyes were filled with shyness that he could barely hide. He thought he was very calm and said, "No, there are many people who are better than me."

"Even if there are many people who are better than you, it cannot hide the fact that you are excellent." She spoke slowly, and every word was exceptionally clear and serious.

Song Xingan's heart skipped a beat, "Thank you."

Her steps gradually slowed down, and her brows were furrowed for a moment.

Song Xing'an noticed something was wrong with her and his eyes fell on her feet.

She must be tired after walking for so long.

He cleared his throat and said, "Let's find a place to sit down?"

"Okay." She said with relief.

The only place to sit nearby was a coffee shop not far away, so the two walked towards the coffee shop.

She seemed not to pay attention to her feet and accidentally stepped on a stone, spraining her ankle.

Song Xing'an quickly caught her and prevented her from falling, but he could not change the fact that she sprained her ankle.

The color on her face faded instantly. She placed her hands on his forearms and said with a wry smile, "It looks like we can't go to this coffee shop today."

"Can I still leave?"

She shook her head, her fingers clutching his sleeve turning white. After moving her ankle, she said in a trembling voice, "It shouldn't be a bone injury, it might be a strained tendon. I'll call the driver and ask her to come and take you back first."

Song Xingan frowned and said, "Spraining your ankle is not a small matter. You should go to the hospital for a checkup. I'll go to the hospital with you first."

She hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "I'm sorry to bother you again."

It would take several minutes for the driver to drive the car over. Most of her body weight was on Song Xingan. He was only thinking about the injury on her foot and didn't pay attention to anything else.

When the car stopped at the side of the road, she couldn't jump on one foot in her high heels, so Song Xing'an whispered, "I'm sorry."