Quick Transmigration: The Supporting Character Just Wants to Die a Natural Death

Just then, a phone call came in. It was He Jiawei, and she sounded a little tired.

"Feiran, my aunt just called my mom and said you blocked her number."

"Yes, you don't need to worry about it."

Yao Feiran thought to herself that He Jiawei had a pretty good temper; she spoke so gently to someone who wanted to sleep with her husband.

"What kind of conflict do you have with your aunt? Do you want to call and resolve it?"

Yao Feiran interrupted her: "Jiawei, I have a question for you."

".....What is it?"

Are my parents really that poor?

He Jiawei fell silent. Yao Feiran thought she wouldn't say anything more, but He Jiawei finally spoke.

"Before, when I was studying in my room, my aunt came to my house. She said that raising children meant not spoiling them, and that children from poor families were sensible and filial, so they should be raised frugally. She even advised my mother to do the same, and my mother just smiled and brushed it off."

"Your parents must have received tens of millions from the demolition compensation."

Yao Feiran was astonished; it was actually tens of millions, but the original owner of this body had never seen her parents make any large expenditures from childhood to adulthood.

They have so much money, yet they're still so harsh on their daughter. They must be out of their minds, making her suffer without any real hardship.

"Thank you for telling me. I'm sorry about what happened before. I told your mom I've blocked you so she won't bother you anymore."

Yao Feiran blocked He Jiawei's number, and after having a meal with Liu Jinglin, she took her home and stayed with her until Liu Mingyang returned home.

The night after she left, she received a call from Liu Mingyang.

"Feiran, your mother seems to be here. She's asking me where you are."

Yao Feiran sensed Liu Mingyang's helplessness, guessing that Yao's mother had come and made a scene, which was also affecting Liu Jinglin.

When Yao Feiran arrived at Liu Mingyang's house, her mother rushed over and slapped her. Yao Feiran dodged, and her mother stumbled and fell to the ground.

Yao Feiran rolled her eyes: "Mom, I'm already divorced, and you still come here to make trouble for Liu Mingyang. Aren't you shameless? What's the difference between you and a shrew? You have absolutely no manners."

Yao's mother, who was usually very proud, was so angry at Yao Feiran's loud words that her liver hurt. She got up and said, "You ungrateful wretch! I've raised you for nothing, and you've actually blocked me!"

"You went and made a scene when I blocked you. You really are a shrew, with no manners."

These were the original words spoken by the original owner's mother. Now that they were being told to Yao's mother, she was so angry that her face turned red.

"How have you become like this all these years? You used to be so sensible."

"You never said I was sensible before. You always say things that are just nonsense. Did you say that when I was a baby? I don't remember that."

After a moment of hesitation, Yao's mother went over and pulled Yao Feiran along, saying, "Anyway, you're divorced now, and you're not capable of supporting yourself. Living expenses are high in big cities, so come back with me!"

"Why go back? I get annoyed just looking at you guys."

After Yao Feiran returned home, she was likely subjected to a daily barrage of repressive parenting. When she was in college, she was hospitalized with a broken bone and didn't have enough money for living expenses. As a result, Yao's mother thought she was making excuses to ask for money and scolded her before hanging up the phone.

Seeing Yao Feiran constantly berating her and coldly ignoring her, Yao's mother suddenly burst into tears, saying, "How can you talk about your mother like that? You used to be so obedient; you must have gone astray outside. Come back with me!"

Yao's mother had belittled the original owner of the body for over twenty years, and Yao Feiran couldn't stand it after only a few curses.

"Go away, we're already divorced. Why are you still clinging to him? Didn't you say before that I wasn't good enough for him and that we'd get divorced sooner or later? Now you've gotten divorced as you wished, and he has nothing to do with me anymore. Why are you still clinging to him? Have you no shame?"

Liu Mingyang looked at Yao's mother in surprise. How could someone say that about her own daughter, who was also her only child?

Feeling uncomfortable under Liu Mingyang's gaze, and seeing Yao Feiran repeatedly calling her shameless, Yao's mother dragged Yao Feiran away.

Once they were on the street, Yao's mother said fiercely, "If you keep cursing me, curse me in front of everyone, let others see how you talk about your mother."

"Boring."

Chatting with others is a waste of breath, so Yao Feiran happened to see her little electric scooter, kicked it off, left her mother behind, and drove off.

When Yao's mother realized what was happening, she quickly chased after them, shouting like a monkey, but it was all in vain.

After returning to her rented apartment, Yao Feiran called Liu Mingyang: "I think you should consider selling the apartment now and buying a smaller one. House prices are constantly falling, so you should cut your losses in time."

Liu Mingyang quickly guessed Yao Feiran's unspoken meaning: she wanted him to move so that Yao's mother wouldn't be able to cause trouble for him.

Moreover, although he found a new job, it's not as good as his previous one, and the mortgage is high. If it weren't for his parents' help, he wouldn't have been able to make ends meet for long.

A few days later, Yao Feiran was notified that she had been dismissed.

The manager seemed to have something difficult to say: "Yao Feiran, you've been performing very well lately, but did you offend someone in Beijing?"

"Does Wen Haochen count?"

"He is now publicly blacklisting you from the industry."

"You just listen to him like that?"

"Don't you know that our company is a subsidiary of the Wen Group?"

Yao Feiran slapped her forehead, realizing she hadn't known about this.

"I didn't notice; I just sent out my resume to many different companies."

The manager looked regretful. The other party was very capable and technically skilled, but had offended President Wen.

"Your salaries will be paid up to this month, right?"

"Yes, we will compensate you."

"Thank you."

Yao Feiran has already made some money online and is no longer planning to look for a job. She continues to take on tasks in her rented apartment. In this world, copyright awareness is very strong, so Yao Feiran throws in all sorts of songs and children's literature.

More than half a month later, Liu Mingyang sent her the new address.

Yao Feiran also moved to the vicinity of Liu Jinglin's school.

"Linlin's birthday is coming up soon, can you come over and celebrate with us?"

"Sure, what kind of birthday present does she want?"

"She wants pretty clothes, so I'll buy the cake then."

"it is good."

Yao Feiran went for a walk outside and found that the clothes in this world were quite ugly, and each kind of ugliness was unique. Usually, everyone dressed plainly and didn't notice anything wrong, but after seeing these fashion show pictures, she realized that the design of this world was quite backward.

Yao Feiran simply bought some tools and made a princess dress for Liu Jinglin.

At this moment, she received a call from an unknown number, which Yao Feiran blocked. A while later, she received another call from an unknown number, which she also blocked.

After the other party persisted, Yao Feiran finally answered its call.

"Feiran, did you block me? I thought you just wanted me to tell my aunt this."

Is it He Jiawei?