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

Liu Mingyang's mother still has two years before retirement, but she often sends money over. The original owner's parents not only practiced hardship education, but they were also very dissatisfied with the original owner staying in Haishi instead of following their arrangements. They didn't care about her when she got married and didn't make a special trip to see their granddaughter. The original owner only saw her a few times when she went there during the New Year and other holidays.

"Her grandma comes over whenever she has time, and she buys Linlin gifts every birthday. During the time Liu Mingyang was fired, she often sent money over. Since you don't want to take care of her, and no one is asking you to, it's normal that Linlin doesn't recognize you as her grandma."

Upon seeing Yao Feiran's indifferent demeanor, Yao's mother flew into a rage and immediately stepped forward, ready to strike: "How dare you speak to your mother like that! You're becoming more and more outrageous! I've raised you for nothing!"

Yao Feiran hugged Liu Jinglin and took a few steps back, dodging the slap.

"Don't force me to take action." Yao Feiran said coldly, her icy eyes filled with murderous intent.

Yao's mother visibly flinched, feeling a chill run down her spine. Could this daughter have killed someone?

Mr. Yao stepped forward and said, "What kind of look is that? You have no manners."

"Just tell me what you're here for. I don't have time to listen to your lectures."

Her voice softened considerably, but her tone remained harsh: "Mom just came to see you, and you've blocked us all? Aren't you afraid of being gossiped about behind your back!"

Yao Feiran rolled her eyes: "Now you've seen it, you can leave, right? I get annoyed just looking at you guys."

Yao Liang stepped forward to smooth things over, saying, "Your uncle and aunt came all this way to see you, so don't be so rude. Let's find somewhere to talk."

Yao Feiran was also curious about what they could possibly say, so she called Liu Mingyang's mother. When Liu's mother came over, she glanced at Yao's mother. The two in-laws didn't get along and had no intention of exchanging pleasantries. Liu's mother then took Liu Jinglin back home.

Inside the milk tea shop.

Looking at the lemonade in front of him, Yao's father was so angry his heart ached: "Your parents came all this way, and this is what you buy for us? Don't you deserve even a meal?"

Yao Liang glanced at the lemonade label; it was sugar-free. "Is this even safe to eat?"

"Eat if you want, don't eat if you don't want to. Considering how much effort you've put into feeding me, even giving you lemonade would be unnecessary."

Yao's mother looked devastated: "You're blaming your parents for being poor and not being able to give you the best? I knew you loved to compare yourself to others. Look at that provincial top scorer back then. His family was so poor, and his father had passed away, but he still got into a good university, and he was only grateful to his family."

"...You guys are so poor! Having nothing and not giving it to me are two completely different things. You're always putting me down. Stop whining and just say what you want to say."

Mr. Yao looked disappointed: "We came here today just to get you to come back with us. Anyway, you're divorced and you're not making any money, so you might as well go back to your hometown."

"If you're not willing, I'll just let Yao Liang take care of you in your old age. All my assets will go to Yao Liang. You may not know, but I've been keeping the money from the demolition compensation all this time to prevent you from developing a wasteful habit. It's a pity you don't understand our good intentions."

Yao Feiran was speechless and laughed. The original owner of this body had a worse life than an orphan since childhood. Because of poverty, she developed an inferiority complex and a strong personality, and had no sense of security about the future. These were things that could never be made up for in a lifetime.

Now I'm telling myself they've always had money, they just don't want to give it away.

"Sure, when are you going to have the will notarized? Why not do it today? Yao Liang will definitely take care of both of you in your old age from now on." Yao Feiran turned to Yao Liang and said, "Right, Yao Liang?"

Yao Liang was overjoyed, but quickly suppressed his smile and said, "Feiran, how can you think of your uncle and the others like that? They are only doing it for your own good."

They thought Yao Feiran would be nervous, or even beg them not to give the money to others, but instead she acted like she had nothing to lose.

Mr. Yao was so angry that his breathing became rapid. He grabbed Yao Feiran and said, "Come back with me! I don't know what you've learned outside that has turned you into this!"

Yao Feiran grabbed his wrist and pressed it down hard: "What's wrong? Still planning to use this forced sale tactic?"

Mr. Yao broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. He looked up at Yao Feiran in surprise. He used to do a lot of physical labor and was quite strong, but his daughter had grabbed his wrist and he was powerless to fight back.

Seeing her father's contorted face, Yao's mother anxiously supported him, asking, "What's wrong? Does it hurt somewhere?"

"Don't bother Linlin anymore. I don't care about your inheritance. You can give it to whomever you want. Even if you buy dozens of sets for Yao Liang, it's none of my business."

Yao's mother looked hurt: "How can you say that? We raised you with so much hardship, and this is how you treat your parents? We just want you to go back. You don't have any skills, you're almost thirty, and you're divorced. In the end, you still have to rely on us."

That's how the original owner of this body was; she endured countless beatings, but her heart softened whenever her parents cried and complained.

But Yao Feiran didn't, and she immediately heard the discouraging words that followed.

Yao's mother always seemed to have to belittle the original owner of the body no matter what she said, as if she had triggered some kind of rule.

"Idiot, I can't communicate with fake people."

Yao Feiran got into the car and left. At this moment, He Jiawei called, her voice sounding somewhat weak: "My mom doesn't know that you and your aunt had a fight. The other aunt wants to come and see her granddaughter, so my mom told Linlin's school."

"It's nothing, what's wrong? Why is your voice so soft?"

"I have a slight fever, but I'll be fine after I rest."

Where is Wen Haochen?

"He..." The other person sighed softly, "Let's not talk about him anymore, I'm going to sleep now."

Yao Feiran sensed something was wrong and drove directly to He Jiawei's house. The community had strict access control, and she was stopped by the security guard. The guard tried to contact her via walkie-talkie, but no one answered.

Yao Feiran had the property management staff call Wen Haochen.

After a long pause, the call connected, and a deep voice said, "Hello."

"This is Yao Feiran. He Jiawei is sick. I couldn't get through to her on the phone earlier. I need to enter your community. Could you please tell the property management to let me in?"

The voice on the other end of the line was mocking: "It's just raining, why should I let her get out of the car and go home? The 'sick' thing is just a trick to trick me into coming back. When did she become—"

Yao Feiran abruptly interrupted the other person and shouted.

"Are you an idiot? I'm not in the mood to listen to your stupid talk. You tell the property management to let me in!!"

The deafening noise startled the security guard.

The other side also fell silent.