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

Yao Feiran was also surprised that He Jiawei had kept it a secret for so long, but it was good that she could get through it.

During this time, Mr. He was restless, staring at the foreign man as if he wanted to poke a hole through him.

After dinner, Mr. He and the man sat on the sofa and chatted, both of them sitting in very awkward postures.

Yao Feiran asked He Jiawei.

"He's in a relationship but doesn't even tell me. What does he call me?"

"His current Chinese name is Zheng Jie. I was a bit lonely when I was abroad, so I just found someone I liked. I didn't think about the future. He is five years younger than me. We dated for three years. He always wanted to marry me, but I didn't agree. He said he was willing to settle down in China with me, so I agreed."

"She's not after your money, is she?"

"His family is quite wealthy, and he's an important client of the company," He Jiawei joked. "You'd better treat him well; a large portion of his money will end up in your pocket."

"You're trying to have your cake and eat it too."

He Jiawei also smiled. Although she was deeply hurt by Wen Haochen, she would not lose the ability to love. Her parents would always be her strong support.

Six months later, He Jiawei and Zheng Jie held their wedding.

The extravagance of this wedding was no less than that of Wen Haochen's wedding back then. Yao Feiran only now realized that Zheng Jie was the youngest son of an oil tycoon. However, since he had many brothers and sisters, no one cared where he settled down.

The relatives were also surprised that He Jiawei, who was in her second marriage, could remarry a man who was in his first marriage, who was five years younger than her, and who was also a very wealthy man. Their faces were filled with disbelief.

As expected, Yao's mother also attended the wedding.

Over the years, she has aged considerably. The wrinkles around her eyes and her serious demeanor make her look even more unapproachable than before.

"Look at Jiawei, she got married after her divorce. What's so great about you being single now? Don't be picky, just find someone decent."

Yao Feiran thought to herself that her mother was like some kind of NPC, automatically triggering a demeaning skill whenever she encountered her.

Yao Feiran said leisurely, "I want to find someone like my cousin's husband."

"What do you have to compare with Jiawei? She earns a million a year, is beautiful, and naturally attracts outstanding men. You're just average-looking and only know how to spend men's money. You're lucky if someone is willing to marry you."

Yao Feiran grabbed a young male waiter and said, "Handsome, do you think I'm pretty?"

"Beautiful...".

The waiter blushed slightly, and when Yao Feiran approached, he began to stammer.

Yao Feiran released the waiter.

"Mom, look, I can grab anyone and they'll praise me, but you just can't seem to speak properly," Yao Feiran said coldly, her voice rising several octaves. "Would it kill you to praise me? How worthless am I in your eyes?"

Yao's mother took a few steps back, and it took her a while to recover her senses. Her face was filled with anger and embarrassment.

"What kind of look is that? Are you sure you want to look at your mother like that? You'll get your comeuppance!"

Yao Feiran rolled her eyes. It was the same old thing over and over again; she was sick of hearing it.

"I don't know if I'll get my comeuppance, but yours should be close to it. After all, your big nephew is waiting for you to pay off his loan."

Yao's mother clutched her chest, tears welling in her eyes: "You're going to drive me crazy by treating your own mother like this."

Yao Feiran didn't care about the crocodile tears at all. Feeling a bit thirsty, she went inside to get a drink and found that her father had followed her.

"Feiran, we are still your parents. Your mother is saying this because you haven't come to see us for so many years. You have to understand us."

"Understand my ass. I'm not a masochist. She didn't just say this recently. She's been belittling me like this since I was a kid. We clearly agreed that Yao Liang would take care of me in my old age, so why does she keep haunting me?"

Mr. Yao paused for a moment before slowly saying, "We just want you to be independent and self-reliant, and not to sponge off your parents. You need to understand our good intentions."

"I don't sponge off my parents, and you shouldn't come looking for me either. You can't have it all, or you'll get struck by lightning."

"What are you saying? Why are you arguing with us?"

There's no point in talking when you can't see eye to eye. Yao Feiran could tell at a glance that they were starting to regret their actions, but they were unwilling to lower themselves. Instead, they wanted Yao Feiran to kneel down and beg for their forgiveness.

Reversing the Heavenly Stems.

The two elderly people returned home feeling upset and then went to find He's mother.

"Sister, please persuade Yao Feiran to stop being so stubborn and come home with us."

Mother He said in a deep voice, "Have you forgotten that Yao Feiran is an adult? Do you think you can just dismiss the harm you caused her with a simple 'stubborn' refusal? She won't listen to your arrangements anymore."

Yao's mother still refused to believe it, muttering, "She only knows how to spend men's money. If she had listened to me, she wouldn't have ended up like this."

"Yao Feiran is very outstanding. Jiawei is where she is today thanks to her help. She doesn't need to spend a man's money now."

Yao's mother didn't believe it at all: "Jiawei earns a million a year, why would she need Feiran's help?"

"Fine, if you don't believe me, that's fine too."

Mother He knew that her younger sister had always been very stubborn, otherwise she would not have raised Yao Feiran in poverty for decades without ever repenting.

Unable to get the results they wanted, Yao's parents returned home dejectedly. The house was in a mess. After searching around, they discovered that the jewelry was missing, and the thousand yuan in the drawer had vanished.

She was just about to call the police.

Yao Liang called: "Auntie, I really had no other choice, so I went to your house and borrowed some money for a while. I'll pay you back in a bit."

"Yao...Yao Liang, this is theft."

Yao Liang said impatiently, "You're all talking about theft. If I could find you people, I wouldn't have done such a thing."

After Yao Liang hung up the phone, his father called back: "Brother, it's infuriating that my son did such a thing. He's just short of money and can't contact you. I'll have him come and apologize another day."

Mr. Yao's hands and feet were ice cold, and he didn't know what to do.

Yao Feiran also checked Yao Liang's records and found that he had long been blacklisted on credit reports, probably because he owed a lot of money. Yao Liang was very loyal to his brothers and spent thousands or tens of thousands of yuan without hesitation, which earned him a lot of flattery. Little did he know that these people were all after his money and had set him up to become addicted to gambling, ruining his life.

In a way, this also confirms Yao's mother's consistent belief: raising children poorly produces successful children, while raising them richly produces good-for-nothings like Yao Liang.

It was a twist of fate.

Later, Yao Liang lost his mind while gambling and forced his mother to mortgage the property. When she refused, he pushed her down, causing her to roll down the stairs and become paralyzed on one side.

Yao's father wanted to call the police, but Yao Liang's parents came over and knelt down. Yao's father's parents didn't want their own grandson to go to jail, so they forced Yao's father not to pursue the matter.