Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

As soon as people heard that they could take photos, the number of people buying lotus pods increased dramatically.

The older woman happily stood to the side, holding her child, and said with a smile, "Handsome, could you hold my baby?"

Jiang Yanchen stiffly held the child in her arms. The child broke free from the familiar embrace and cried loudly, then punched Jiang Yanchen in the face a few times.

Jiang Yanchen's face darkened when the filming was finished.

Ji Chaoxi quickly came over to calm him down: "Jiang Yanchen, were you hurt?"

Jiang Yanchen pursed his lips and shook his head.

Next, the old lady and Jiang Yanchen took a picture. Jiang Yanchen was holding a pig-slaughtering knife in one hand and a basket in the other. The old lady made a peace sign at the camera, while Jiang Yanchen looked utterly hopeless.

Ji Chaoxi happily counted the money on the side.

The old man arrived as well. He walked up to Jiang Yanchen with his head held high and his voice was full of energy: "Handsome, let's have a martial arts pose demonstration."

So the two of them posed for the camera, standing on one leg like a rooster.

Ji Chaoxi glanced at Jiang Yanchen as she stuffed money into her pocket.

"Jiang Yanchen, if you're not happy, we won't film anymore."

Jiang Yanchen glanced at her. She was counting the money in her hand, her eyes sparkling, and her face was flushed with joy.

He looked away and rubbed his ears uncomfortably.

"It's nothing, just taking a few photos."

Three children came from behind. Jiang Yanchen carried a basket on his back. The youngest child sat in the basket, looking a little timid. Jiang Yanchen held one of the two older children in each arm.

The villagers surrounding them kept laughing.

Jiang Yanchen became increasingly professional as the shoot progressed, even offering pose suggestions to clients who couldn't come up with any.

As the filming progressed, Jiang Yanchen's face became stiff, and Ji Chaoxi's hands went numb from counting the money.

Other guests were also selling lotus pods at the market, but the customers were all drawn to Ji Chaoxi and his group.

They shouted themselves hoarse before they only sold a few.

When Ji Chaoxi and the others returned to the village, they even ate two popsicles.

The director had been holding back his laughter at the market, but now that they were finally home, he immediately called Jiang Yanchen into the back room.

Jiang Yanchen sat on the stool, looking completely numb.

"Do you feel ashamed to take photos with everyone while selling lotus pods?" the director asked.

Jiang Yanchen paused for a moment: "I knew it at the beginning, but not after that."

The director nodded in satisfaction: "Is it because you're enjoying spending time with everyone?"

Jiang Yanchen said calmly, "There's no other way."

The director gave an OK sign. Actually, the previous questions were just to put Jiang Yanchen on the edge; the questions he really wanted to ask hadn't even started yet.

"What do you think of Ji Chaoxi?" the director asked with a smile.

Jiang Yanchen was silent for a moment, then said, "That's good."

The director raised an eyebrow: "Do you enjoy spending time with her? You seem to have a lot of fun with her."

Jiang Yanchen looked out the window and remained silent. He watched as the big yellow dog by the door wagged its tail and walked along the path. The dog noticed someone watching it, so it wagged its tail even more enthusiastically, jumped up, and pounced on the window, staring at the person inside.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the director changed the question: "Has your impression of Ji Chaoxi changed compared to before?"

"have."

What was your impression of her before?

Jiang Yanchen said impatiently, "I don't remember much."

The director looked at him, feigning surprise: "You can't possibly have no recollection, can you? Your agent, and some news articles online about the two of you—you don't remember anything at all?"

Jiang Yanchen was somewhat irritated: "I don't want to talk about it."

Why?

"No reason."

Jiang Yanchen was completely uncooperative.

If he says so, those online marketing accounts will definitely start editing things randomly, which will definitely cause her trouble.

At this time, the photos of Jiang Yanchen taken at the market were going viral online.

Jiang family.

A little girl sat on the sofa, looking worriedly at the photo of Jiang Yanchen, who was holding a basket in one hand and a butcher knife in the other.

"Mom, is my brother crazy?" Her voice was tinged with fear.

He looks like a madman.

The noblewoman, who was drinking tea, twitched her lips: "Don't talk nonsense."

But when she first saw those photos of her son, her first reaction was whether he had suffered a mental breakdown.

Today, after the guests finished their meal, they sat at the door and chatted.

The summer night breeze was very cool, and the sky was full of stars. Grandma felt sorry for them working so hard, so she specially brought back a watermelon.

After a long day, everyone was completely immersed in this relaxed atmosphere.

Grandma sipped her tea and smiled, saying, "Work hard when you're young, and you'll have an easier time when you're old."

Lin Yichen looked at the old woman curiously: "Grandma, aren't you lonely?"

Grandma smiled and shook her head: "What's so lonely about this? It's so relaxing. I just cook for myself every day and then play cards with others."

Lin Yichen asked, puzzled, "Don't you miss Grandpa?"

Grandma fanned herself with a look of disgust: "I still miss him, I hate him so much."

"Ah." Lin Yichen looked at her in disbelief. "Why, Grandma?"

Grandma scolded, "When we were young, he always beat me. I was pregnant and still had to work, while he just lay at home sleeping all day."

As if she had thought of something, she laughed again: "When he got old, he got sick and his health deteriorated a lot. So I beat and scolded him every day, and finally got revenge for the grudges from when I was young."

Lin Yichen looked over disapprovingly: "Grandma, this isn't right. Grandpa is sick, and you're still doing this. He's so pitiful."

Grandma fanned herself angrily: "He's pitiful? I've been beaten by him for so many years, I'm the pitiful one."

Lin Yichen was silent for a while, then sighed: "Maybe Grandpa just doesn't know how to express love."

Grandma spat and said, "Love? He's only ever loved himself."

If she weren't so old, she would want to dig him out of his grave and smash his bones with her cane.

Ye Mubai couldn't help but say, "If you loved her, you wouldn't have made Grandma suffer so much."

Seeing that Ye Mubai dared to contradict him, Lin Yichen's expression turned ugly: "Sister Mubai, you think too badly of people. How can you conclude that Grandpa is a bad person just from what Grandma said?"

He felt that his grandmother had been watching too much online content. In the past, there wouldn't have been so many women having complaints about their husbands.

Ye Mubai blushed, then mustered her courage: "It would be strange to empathize with an abusive man. Little brother, are you speaking up for this grandfather because you're like that yourself?"

After she finished speaking, she quickly lowered her head, her hands trembling nervously.

Lin Yichen looked at her in disbelief; he hadn't expected Ye Mubai to speak to him in such a tone.

He said curtly, "Say what you will, anyway, in your eyes there are no good men in this world."

The old woman watched this scene and shook her head: "They're still too young."