I, the female supporting role, play three male supporting roles at the same time

It's a rare occasion for the three brothers of the Duan family to gather together today.

After all, today is their father's big day.

The Duan family, which had been widowed for more than 20 years, was about to welcome a new mistress. This was undoubtedly explosive news. The housekeeper and servants were all dressed neatly and waited respectfully in the hall on the first floor.

The Duan family's villa was magnificent, and they were worthy of the title of the richest man in Haicheng. However, what made this grandness more glamorous were the three outstanding sons of the Duan family.

The handsome man sat upright on the leather sofa, holding a thick English book in his hands. His expression was very indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything. There was a kind of nobleness between his eyebrows, which was concealed by the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, adding a bit of bookish air.

He is the eldest son of the Duan family and Duan Hongji's most proud son, Duan Jizhi.

Opposite Duan Jizhi, a young man was lying on the sofa in a daze, throwing an apple high into the air out of boredom and then reaching out to catch it.

If he had been a little slower, the apple would have hit his handsome face. However, his movements were inconspicuous, but as precise as if they were measured by a machine, and he never missed.

Unlike Duan Jizhi, he was born with a very orthodox handsome appearance, a standard heroic handsome guy. However, there was a kind of both good and evil temperament between his eyebrows, and he looked wild and unruly.

He is Duan Ye, the third son of the Duan family and the youngest and most beloved son of Duan Hongji.

Duan Ye tossed apples for a long time and became more and more bored. He started whistling out of boredom.

As soon as the voice rang out, Duan Jizhi, who was sitting opposite him, finally raised his eyes and gave him a look: "If you really have nothing to do, you can go outside and talk to Miss Jiang."

"I'm not crazy." Duan Ye said, "Why hasn't the old man come out yet? Is he too excited to get married and fainted?"

Duan Jizhi didn't even blink: "If you are so curious, why didn't you go up to the third floor with Cheng Fang to take a look?"

"You're asking questions even though you already know the answer." Duan Ye curled his lips. "Ever since I broke that fake vase I bought at the second-hand market last time, the old man threatened to break my legs if I dare to step onto the third floor again."

Duan Hongji started from scratch. After he made enough money, he began to pretend to be cultured and always wanted to add some background to himself.

Antiques are also part of the heritage.

Duan Jizhi's eyes returned to the book. Duan Ye always spoke in such a casual manner, and the whole family had gotten used to it.

"Okay, third brother, stop worrying about your legs."

A soft and gorgeous voice came, interrupting the brothers' wit. Duan Ye looked up and saw his second brother, Duan Chengfang, the second son of the Duan family, coming down the stairs.

Duan Chengfang's appearance was the most outstanding in the Duan family. He had a feminine and gorgeous appearance, beautiful to the point of being effeminate. His romantic and uninhibited peach blossom eyes were sparkling with watery light, making people dare not look at him for too long.

However, at this moment, those peach blossom eyes revealed a bit of confusion and irritation.

Duan Ye chuckled lightly: "What's wrong, second brother? Did the old man scold you?"

Duan Chengfang walked up to them in the blink of an eye and snatched Duan Ye's apple.

"Dad said to let Miss Jiang come in directly and wait for him on the first floor."

Hearing this, Duan Jizhi's sharp eyebrows moved slightly, and he raised his head and looked at Duan Chengfang: "Did father say that?"

Duan Chengfang was also puzzled, but he nodded: "He said it himself."

Duan Jizhi frowned slightly.

This is completely different from what Duan Hongji said at the beginning.

Duan Hongji was struck by the beauty of Miss Jiang, and loved her like a pearl and a treasure, and wanted to die for her. According to his original plan, he wanted to hold a luxurious and grand wedding of the century for Miss Jiang, and welcome her into the family in a grand and open manner.

What is even more suffocating is that Duan Hongji also ordered the third brother Duan Ye, a 20-year-old young man, to be a flower girl at the wedding!

The three brothers of the Duan family were fiercely opposed at the time. After all, the Duan family was the richest family in Haicheng, and the people who came to the wedding would be well-known figures. The three brothers did not want to openly announce to the world and tell all the nobles in Haicheng that they had a 20-year-old stepmother! She was bought into the family with money!

Duan Ye was the most vehement opponent, and he smashed Duan Hongji's antique vases in anger. Unfortunately, he still couldn't stop Duan Hongji's determination.

Duan Hongji even bought the wedding venue and invited several masters to customize several different expensive wedding dresses. But at the last minute, Miss Jiang said that she didn't want to make such a big fuss and wanted to keep a low profile.

The problem that the three sons had been trying to solve for days was solved by the eldest daughter of the Jiang family with just a few words.

Duan Hongji gave up, cancelled the wedding, and forced his three sons to apologize one by one and took back the wedding invitations. For a while, it became a big joke in Haicheng.

Although the wedding was cancelled, Duan Hongji had not given up.

The Jiang family's intention was to quietly send a car to bring Miss Jiang here today. Without making any noise, without any name or status.

How could Duan Hongji bear to let his beloved baby suffer such an injustice? After thinking it over, he ordered all the people in the Jiang family to wait in the hall.

When Miss Jiang arrived, the servants lined up to welcome her. Duan Hongji also invited the wedding band back to play music when Miss Jiang entered the house. He hired more than a dozen people and bought hundreds of flowers. When Miss Jiang entered the house, he threw the petals into the air to create an artificial flower rain.

As for his three sons, they naturally had to dress formally and go out together to respectfully welcome their new mother.

Duan Hongji even planned in advance when his sons would bow, how to open the car door for Miss Jiang, and what lines they would say.

Although their father's behavior was still crazy, it was better than the wedding of the century. So although they were dissatisfied, the three brothers of the Duan family still held their noses and waited in the hall early.

Who would have thought that when everything was ready, Duan Hongji, the person involved, stayed upstairs and refused to come down!

The three brothers and the servants in the hall waited for several hours, but they didn't see the shadow of the master. It was not until Duan Lao Er went upstairs to find out the situation that Duan Hongji changed his mind!

What is going on here?

Duan Ye didn't care about his second brother stealing his apple. He sat up straight and widened his eyes: "Did the old man finally figure it out? He finally realized that the things he arranged today were stupid?!"

Duan Chengfang rolled his eyes and said, "Just shut up." Then he looked at Duan Jizhi and said, "Brother, what do you think?"

"What else can I think?" Duan Jizhi put down the book and pinched his nose. "Do as my father says."

Meanwhile, upstairs.

203 spent a lot of effort and finally calmed down the violent Zhao Ruoming, and started the mission smoothly.

"Host, the current world is the first book. You are now playing the role of the hero's father, Duan Hongji. Next, I will instill the memory of this character into you so that you can experience the role."

"It won't affect my brain or mind, right?" Zhao Ruoming asked cautiously, "I don't want to have schizophrenia and an extra personality."

"No, host. The character's memory will remain in your brain like a book. You will only feel it is very clear, but you will not feel that it is something you really experienced."

Having said that, however, when the huge amount of memory information flooded into his mind, Zhao Ruoming's body suddenly collapsed and fell back onto the pillow.

203 tried his best to make the whole process slow and gentle, and even exchanged some harmless psychotropic drugs for Zhao Ruoming to use. Therefore, although Zhao Ruoming was tired, he did not have a headache.

After doing all this, 203 gave Zhao Ruoming a few minutes to relax. Then he asked, "Host, how do you feel? If you still feel uncomfortable, you can sleep for an hour. After you wake up, I will read you the story outline of this world."

"No, I'm fine." Zhao Ruoming lay on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, his eyes lifeless. "Go ahead and recite. Nothing in this world can hurt me anymore."

203 looked at the data in the optical brain and felt that it was a bit too early for Zhao Ruoming to say this.

"Ok."

"Jiang Huiyi has fair skin and beautiful features, and she is naturally charming. Unfortunately, she is spoiled by nature, and in the circle of nobles in Haicheng, people love and hate her, and can't stop.

Who would have thought that the Jiang family would fall into ruin overnight. In order to repay the 33 billion yuan debt, Jiang Huiyi had to marry an old man 25 years older than her, Duan Hongji.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Zhao Ruoming interrupted the system, with a look of doubt on his face: "Mr. Duo?"

"25 is old."

"…I mean how much debt?"

203 repeated honestly: "33 billion."

Zhao Ruoming rolled his eyes and nearly choked to death: "33 billion! Oh my God!"

She jumped out of the bed.

"Three billion three hundred million! I studied for more than ten years, and after graduation I worked hard for my whole life - no! I worked for ten lifetimes! I still can't earn even a fraction of this!"

"Now tell me, did Lao Deng use this 33 billion to marry a wife?!"

"Is he obsessed with sex? Is he a reincarnated sex-hungry ghost? Did his money come from the wind? Is his brain filled with shit?!"

203 had to console him, "The world of fiction has always had a high inflation rate. To Duan Hongji, these 33 billion are no different from 33 yuan."

"..."

Zhao Ruoming took two deep breaths and said, "Damn capitalists!"

203 Continue reading.

“The day she was sold to the Duan family, everyone was waiting to see her make a fool of herself.

One day, the Duan family held a dinner party, and curious people came one after another. But what they saw at the Duan family surprised them!

Miss Jiang leaned on the sofa softly, and lazily scolded the servant who offended her: "The milk is too hot today, it scalded my skin red."

The dignified, mature and steady Duan family master knelt on one knee in front of her and coaxed her: "If the servant is useless, just fire him. But, please don't use milk to bathe next time, okay?"

Miss Jiang snorted coldly: "You are reluctant?"

The man smiled indulgently: "I built a villa for you with a medicinal hot spring bath."

"Um……"

203 paused: "Host?"

Zhao Ruoming wanted to say something but stopped, and wanted to say something again.

She came from a working-class family, and when she heard this "sweet and sweet" plot about rich landlords oppressing the proletariat, she felt her blood pressure rise.

Considering that a novel is just a novel after all, Zhao Ruoming gritted his teeth and said, "Go on."

203 continued: "The head of the Duan family doted on Jiang Huiyi to the sky. Just when everyone was jealous, Duan Hongji's flight had an accident and he died in a foreign land."

Zhao Ruoming was surprised and asked, "Am I going to die now?"

The light stream of 203 flickered slightly.

“The noble circle of Haicheng is once again waiting to see Jiang Huiyi’s joke.

At Duan Hongji's funeral, the vicious female partner sneered at Jiang Huiyi.

"What a young lady, she is nothing but a jinx who brought death to her husband!"

'Be careful with your words.'

A voice interrupted her words. Everyone looked over and saw that it was the bright and cold eldest son of the Duan family and the heir of Duan Hongji, Duan Jizhi!

The handsome man, who looked like a god, gently lifted Jiang Huiyi's hand and gave it a tender kiss.

'Who said she killed her husband?'

'Her husband has always been me.'"

Zhao Ruoming: “???!!!”