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

Madam Zhou handed over the management of the household to Luo Xian. Luo Xian also discovered that the Zhou family's income and expenditure were already insufficient, so she had to cut the welfare and benefits of the servants. Recently, the family was going to hold a banquet, and they were short of money. They might even be impolite.

After carefully examining the account books, Zhou's mother knew that the woman had spent a lot of money over the years. Now, her personality had changed drastically; she had become shrewd and didn't want to take care of the family anymore.

Her face darkened. This woman would die in the Zhou family sooner or later, and then her dowry would still belong to the Zhou family.

She had originally chosen Luo Xian as her wife, but unfortunately, in this career path, only people like the Wen family could help her son, so she could only temporarily make Luo Xian suffer.

"My dear child, I'm sorry to trouble you. I still have some money in my storeroom. Take some for your urgent needs."

Zhou's mother felt a pang of heartache. She came from the countryside and didn't have much personal freedom, but that woman had surrounded her yard so tightly that it was impossible to move. After recovering from her illness, she was incredibly strong, and several burly men were no match for her. She wondered what kind of strange thing was going on.

Her heart skipped a beat; she decided to find a master to come over another day.

To avoid attracting attention, Yao Feiran went out shopping every day for the past few days to buy cosmetics. After a while, she finally met a lady she got along with, Yu Xin, Mo Xingzhi's daughter-in-law.

Mo Xingzhi is almost fifty years old now. He has failed the imperial examinations many times. After he became a Juren (a successful candidate in the provincial examinations), many wealthy merchants and local gentry came to give him gifts. He also received special privileges such as tax exemption. His family gradually became richer and was able to afford his multiple trips to the capital for the imperial examinations.

"Mrs. Zhou, it's quite a coincidence to see you these days."

"Yes, I've noticed you've been buying so many clothes and jewelry lately. Is it for your daughter's wedding?"

Yu Xin nodded, her eyes filled with reluctance and anticipation: "Yes, my father-in-law will be going to take the imperial examination soon, which will last for more than half a month. We don't know if there will be any unexpected surprises afterward, so we recalculated the dates and moved up the time for the wedding procession."

Yao Feiran knew that the unexpected joy she was referring to was that Mo Xing had passed the imperial examination. It would take more than half a month to return to the capital; it would probably be several months. If he was unlucky, he would be sent to the opposite place and would not be able to return to his hometown for a while.

"I hope that Scholar Mo will get his wish."

Seeing that Yao Feiran was down-to-earth, Yu Xin often invited her to her home to chat after spending some time together, and the two became friends.

When the original owner first arrived, she relied on her high family background and was unwilling to get along with others, which eventually led to her isolated and helpless situation.

Zhou Qi saw that she and Yu Xin had started seeing each other, and that they would often meet up for drinks and tea. He didn't suspect anything. However, when Yao Feiran went home that night, she saw Zhou Ruorong running over with a long face.

"Mother."

"What's wrong? Your eyes are so red. Have you been crying?"

Yao Feiran noticed that her hair was a little messy, her scalp was red, and a ruby ​​hairpin was missing. Her expression turned serious.

"It's alright, daughter misses her mother."

Zhou Ruorong held Yao Feiran without speaking. Yao Feiran gestured for the maid to speak, and Xiaoyun explained, "The second young lady came over just now and saw that the eldest young lady's headdress was beautiful, so she snatched it away. When the eldest young lady realized what was happening and wanted to take it back, the second young lady ran to the old lady. The old lady scolded the eldest young lady, saying that the eldest young lady did not care for her younger sister and was unwilling to part with anything. She also made her stand as punishment for an hour."

Although she had hired many strong servants to protect Zhou Ruorong, these were just children's squabbles and a grandmother punishing her granddaughter. Since they did not involve Zhou Ruorong's life or death, they could only watch from the sidelines and dared not make any rash moves.

Yao Feiran showed disgust. Zhou Fengxi hadn't been close to the original owner since childhood, so she must know who her biological mother was. How could Zhou's mother have the audacity to say such things?

Moreover, Zhou Ruorong's scalp was red just now, which must have been because Zhou Fengxi deliberately grabbed her hair during the robbery.

"Where is the Second Miss?"

"In the old lady's room."

Yao Feiran rushed straight into Zhou's mother's room, where there was a lot of laughter and chatter. Yao Feiran immediately noticed the ruby ​​hairpin on Zhou Fengxi's head.

When Zhou's mother saw Yao Feiran, she said unhappily, "You said you wanted to raise your eldest daughter, but I didn't expect her to be so stingy. It's just a hairpin, why can't she give it to Xi'er? And you, both of these daughters came from your womb, aren't you being too biased?"

Yao Feiran didn't care about anything and roughly pulled the hairpin out of Zhou Fengxi's hair, even plucking a lock of hair. Zhou Fengxi felt a sharp pain and burst into tears.

"What are you doing? How can you treat Xi'er like this?"

Yao Feiran angrily threw the hairpin to the ground, stomping on it until it shattered into pieces. Her eyes were filled with malice as she looked at Zhou's mother, who was so frightened that she dared not utter a sound for a moment.

In that instant, she sensed that Yao Feiran was going to kill her.

"Since this hairpin has caused such unpleasantness, let's just get rid of it. Besides, it's dirty now."

Zhou Fengxi cried out, "I don't want you to be my mother anymore, you're a bad person."

Yao Feiran sneered, "Didn't you already consider your Aunt Luo your mother? Why are you eyeing other people's things so longingly? Does your Aunt Luo not even have the money to buy these little things?"

"Feiran, how can you speak so harshly? No wonder Rong'er has learned to be so calculating."

"I told you, I'll be in charge of disciplining Zhou Ruorong from now on. You don't need to interfere, or don't blame me for being impolite." Yao Feiran stepped forward and grabbed her neck. "And that ingrate Zhou Fengxi, let whoever she likes be her mother. Don't be so shameless as to come here and do these disgraceful things."

After Yao Feiran loosened her grip, Zhou's mother was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground. The suffocating feeling made her feel like she was about to die.

"From now on, no one is allowed to enter my courtyard without my permission. Otherwise, if anything happens, you can't blame anyone else. Keep a close eye on your second young lady."

Yao Feiran's hands were really itching, but if she strangled the old woman to death, things would probably get out of hand.

The Fate-Defying Pearl said speechlessly, "This is a power struggle within the household. Don't threaten people with death so easily. Can't you use your brain? Pinching an old lady and bullying a child, that's a bit shameful."

Yao Feiran's face darkened, and she silently told herself to shut up.

Back in the courtyard, Zhou Ruorong came over and explained, "I'm sorry, Mother. Actually, I could have given the hairpin to my sister, but she pulled my hair and it hurt a lot. I couldn't control my emotions for a moment."

"There's nothing to apologize for. From now on, whatever I give you is yours. Don't pay any attention to her. She's not your sister at all."

Zhou Ruorong looked at Yao Feiran with a puzzled expression, seemingly not understanding the meaning of her words.

"Your sister is not your mother's daughter, but your father's and Luo Xian's daughter. Just remember this and don't tell anyone else."

"Yes."

Zhou Ruorong's eyes widened in shock. An eight-year-old child could understand some things, and Zhou Ruorong was more mature than most of her peers.