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

Yao Feiran took the anonymous card back: "This million can be considered compensation for emotional distress. Your son has behaved quite well over the years, so thank you for taking care of him all these years."

Lin's mother had a gloomy expression, feeling that the reaction was not quite what she had expected. She said, "It seems you don't like my son very much either. You can easily get rid of him with money."

"Don't you know that your son has been living off his wife all along? I've spent more than a million on him. But your son is young and obedient, and I've enjoyed it for a few years. It's not a bad deal."

"What do you mean?"

Lin's mother was furious. Was she treating her son like a gigolo?

"I don't mean anything, I'm just telling the truth. Don't get agitated. It's good to part amicably like this. Let's not make things undignified. Don't forget, your son has taken over, but you haven't. Even though they're going through a divorce, you're still the mistress."

Lin's mother was trembling with anger, but the other party remained calm, as if she had punched a piece of cotton.

She had long disliked this woman; she was old and didn't have a good job, only running a coffee shop. Fortunately, her son was obedient and hadn't considered marrying her.

But the other person's reaction always made her uncomfortable.

Yao Feiran left, and then a call came in from an unknown number.

"Chen Wangping has been released from prison and is currently trying to locate you."

"Let him know where I am."

Yao Feiran knew that Chen Wangping, with his antisocial personality, would not repent after being released from prison; it was just that he was now unable to walk properly, which greatly reduced his threat level.

Yao Feiran has been keeping an eye on Chen Wangping, who is estimated to arrive in a few more days.

She returned to a house she had bought after she got together with Lin He. It was close to his company. She had arranged to meet with the real estate agent, and the door was opened.

It is Lin He.

"Are you here to collect your things?"

Lin He's expression was vexed, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "My mother came looking for you."

"Yes, they even gave me a million. Hurry up and pack your things and leave, the agent will be here soon."

Lin He's expression froze for a moment: "You want to sell this house?"

"Yes, I'm planning to travel around."

The truth is, the world is constantly at war, but her own country is peaceful. She plans to become an aid worker and change the fate of some people.

"This house holds memories of us together. How can you bear to part with it?"

"Oh right, I forgot to say goodbye."

"You're so heartless." Lin He looked at Yao Feiran's calm face, feeling a lump in his throat: "You're going to break up with me for a million? After all these years of relationship, don't you have a heart?"

"It's as if I've let you down. Aren't you tired of acting?" Yao Feiran asked, somewhat puzzled. "For so many years, you've always said you wanted to marry me, but I've never seen you actually propose. Now that you've joined the Lin family company, your mother has introduced you to potential partners, and you haven't refused. So why can't you accept a breakup? Do you only feel satisfied when you see me crying my heart out?"

Yao Feiran chuckled and patted his face: "Don't take yourself too seriously, and don't get too caught up in the act, or you'll fool yourself too."

"How...how did you know? I just didn't know how to refuse; I was just going through the motions."

"Don't lie to me. I can take it and let it go. Besides, you've become ugly."

Yao Feiran patted his face and noticed some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, causing her to furrow her brow slightly.

If the other person is sincere with her, she will probably ignore their appearance. But if the other person is playing tricks on her, she will only see their good looks.

Lin He, having lost his beauty, is of no value.

Yao Feiran quickly sold the house and bought a high-speed rail ticket to the border, then went to a fried chicken shop in a small town.

Yao Feiran bought a set meal and was eating it slowly.

"It tastes awful; it's probably not fresh anymore."

Fearing she might eat too much soup, Yao Feiran sighed and put down the chicken leg in her hand.

A text message was sent to my phone.

"Chen Wangping is on his way to town."

After finishing her fried chicken, Yao Feiran strolled leisurely to a remote village, with a dark figure following her.

She plunged into a forest where a barbed wire fence separated the two countries, with a hole in the fence beneath it.

"Yao Feiran." The person behind her could no longer hide. Chen Wangping held a machete in his hand and looked at her with a sinister gaze.

Yao Feiran was puzzled as to why he hadn't made the first move. Then, Chen Wangping chuckled and said, "While I was in prison, I kept having the same dream where I wiped out your entire family. Who told you to divorce me? You don't want me to have a good life, and I won't let you have one either!"

Chen Wangping's eyes were filled with madness. Yao Feiran always thought that this kind of person should be considered mentally ill, but he was usually very normal.

"How were you doing in prison?"

Chen Wangping's eyes were so dark they were almost dripping with water. His years in prison had been a nightmare. When he first arrived, he couldn't control his urination and was isolated and beaten. Later, he was stopped, but new inmates would always beat him up. Even if the prison guards punished the other person and increased their sentence, the other person would beat him up relentlessly, sending him to the hospital several times.

In the end, the prison guards completely isolated him, but there were always times when they would take group action and he would be beaten for no reason.

The other party simply said they couldn't stand him.

Now there's nothing you don't understand: "You did it all. Did you remember your past life? Hehe, how does it feel to be stabbed to death?"

"How does it feel to get shot?"

In the original storyline, the other party was definitely sentenced to death.

Chen Wangping's smile vanished instantly, his face darkened, and his fists clenched.

He enjoys watching others die, but he doesn't feel the same way when it's his turn.

"You're all talk and no action. Going to such a remote place is just asking for death. I've been looking for you for so long, I won't let you die so easily. I'll torture you properly to get rid of the hatred in my heart."

"You don't actually think that the reason you were crippled back then was because of an accident, do you?"

"What—"

Yao Feiran rushed forward and slashed at the back of his neck, causing Chen Wangping to faint.

Yao Feiran threw him behind the iron fence, and he rolled down to the road below. A car passed by, and several foreigners got out and dragged Chen Wangping down.

At this point, Chen Wangping's luck had dwindled to a mere wisp, and he would likely die within a year, or be tormented to death.

Chen's mother passed away a few years ago, and no one cares where he went.

Yao Feiran turned and left.

A month later, Yao Zhou got married.

Yao Feiran attended the wedding and met Lin He.

Lin He's eyes glazed over for a moment. These past few days, he had tried to find her, only to discover that she had vanished without a trace. He had no choice but to ask Yao Zhou, who told him that Yao Feiran had gone on a trip and would probably return around the time of her wedding.

"Feiran, you deleted me."

"Is there anything else?"