Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

Liao Weimin's grief was fully accepted. The two who sacrificed their lives were his comrades-in-arms, one of whom was his childhood friend. He was very sad, but for the sake of the greater good, he could only suppress his grief and prepare himself for the possibility that his comrades would die far from home and their remains would never be returned.

After the ceremony, the two bodies were cremated, and along with the ashes, Liao Weimin received two substantial sums of compensation.

"Mr. Lin, that won't be necessary. They'll take care of that over there."

"That's your problem. Since they're registered under my company, they're my employees, and they'll receive all the benefits they're entitled to," Lin Wanzhen said firmly.

Leaving the security company, Lin Wanzhen felt a little heavy-hearted: "Let's go for a walk on Yilan Street."

"Okay." Chen Axiong and Mingzai followed her with several subordinates.

It was already evening, and all the lights in front of the shops were on. Many diners were sitting at the outdoor tables eating, and some travel agencies were bringing tourists to experience the cultural atmosphere of Hong Kong Island.

Yilan Street is a safe and clean area. When tourists want to experience the atmosphere of Hong Kong Island and authentic food, Yilan Street and several nearby streets, which were once the territory of the Jiaolong Gang, are among the places recommended by travel agencies.

"Miss Lin, are you here to browse?" A shop owner who came out to take out the trash greeted her warmly.

"Yes, is business good?"

"Okay, okay, they're all limited quantities. I've developed some new dishes, want to try some?"

"Okay, let's pack it up."

"Okay, I'll send it over to Xiong Ge when it's done." The shop owner happily prepared to do it himself.

After walking a few more steps, I saw Granny Chen standing by the roadside chatting with two elderly couples who were cleaning.

"Grandma, out chatting again?" Mingzai spoke first.

"Yes, yes, have you eaten yet? I made some sweet soup upstairs, would you like some?" Grandma Chen asked with a smile.

"No need, Grandma, I haven't eaten yet, I'll be going back in a bit."

"It's so late, why aren't you eating? Even if you're unhappy, you should eat something to fill your stomach. Young people can't neglect their health," Grandma Chen said with concern.

"Okay, I'll eat late today," Lin Wanzhen replied patiently.

"Grandma, Wanzhen wants to go shopping. You should go back to bed early and be careful going upstairs."

"Okay, go ahead."

Grandma Chen didn't want to live in her grandson's big apartment forever. She couldn't bear to leave the old neighbors on Yilan Street and liked to have familiar faces to talk to anytime, anywhere. So Chen Ah-xiong bought her a small apartment on the third floor here.

Yilan Street is not long, and almost every shop has a canopy set up with tables and chairs in front of it. Even dance halls are no exception. They bring out a set of singing equipment, and you can pay a little money to select a song and sing a song.

Walking from one end to the other, Chen Axiong and the others carried several lunch boxes, and Lin Wanzhen's emotions calmed down a lot.

"Let's go." After saying that, he walked to the car parked by the roadside, got in, and went back to his residence.

She hasn't lived here since she bought a house elsewhere; it's too noisy and too small.

The next day, many newspapers published stories about the Jiaolong Gang besieging the police station. Lin Fusheng had a habit of reading the newspaper every morning. After reading the financial section, he turned the page and saw Lin Wanzhen's photo.

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"Butler, have the kitchen prepare a chicken soup with poria cocos and send it to the young lady. You go yourself and check how serious her injuries are."

"Yes."

When Lin Baozhen and Mrs. Lin came downstairs, Lin Fusheng had already gone to the company. The housekeeper was giving detailed instructions: "Don't buy such big chickens, buy small ones. Buy the poria cocos from that old shop."

"Don't we have Poria cocos at home? Besides, why would we make Poria cocos chicken soup at this time of year?" Mrs. Lin asked in surprise.

"It's the master's order, Miss. Miss Wanzhen may be injured. The master asked us to make some of her favorite Poria cocos chicken soup and send it over."

Mrs. Lin's expression stiffened for a moment, then she snorted coldly, "Hmph, he's already a gang leader, why would he care about a sip of soup?"

Lin Baozhen picked up a newspaper from the side. There were two photos of Lin Wanzhen on it. One photo showed her standing in front of the police station confronting the police inspector. The camera was pointed at the police inspector, showing her profile. She was upright and composed.

The other picture shows her leaving with people carrying two coffins, white paper money fluttering in the air, her face slightly tilted to the side, her aura overshadowing the scene behind her.

Lin Baozhen couldn't quite describe her feelings. Jealousy? Bitterness? Disbelief? She didn't understand. She tried her best, yet she still had to be extremely careful in her life in the Lin family, while Lin Wanzhen seemed to be able to live a good life no matter what kind of life she was in.

Why? By what right?

She had the same father, but her birth mother was a promiscuous prostitute. Her own mother came from a wealthy family, and she had a second chance. With such good conditions combined, how could she still not compare to Lin Wanzhen?

Mrs. Lin snatched the newspaper from her daughter's hands with force. She had seen more of the world and knew that the newspaper's report was biased towards Lin Wanzhen. The photos chosen were all to highlight her, and the headline and the entire text, on the surface, stood on the side of the government and criticized the gang's disturbances, but between the lines, they were praising Lin Wanzhen. She was described as benevolent, strong, single, and self-made. A whole host of positive words were used to describe her.

"Mom, am I really useless?" Lin Baozhen murmured softly.

"No, no, how could that be? You'll always be the best to your mother. I'll take you to look at fabrics later, and we'll find a tailor to make a few outfits." Mrs. Lin tossed the newspaper aside and gently comforted her daughter.

It's all that bitch's fault. If her daughter had grown up in the Lin family and received an elite education from a young age, she could have done anything with ease.

In the afternoon, the housekeeper brought a thermos to the trading company. The receptionist smiled and said firmly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lin is meeting with a distinguished guest and can't spare the time. Why don't you leave the thermos here and I'll give it to her later?"

"President Lin's father personally instructed me to hand this Poria cocos chicken soup to her in person."

The receptionist's smile remained unchanged. What, Mr. Lin's father? She didn't know him, she only knew Mr. Lin.

"Feel sorry."

"Then I'll wait for her here and see her when she's done with her work."

"I'm sorry, without an appointment, our CEO Lin will not be seeing you."

No matter what the butler said, the front desk staff were always very polite, but they were also ruthless in refusing requests.

"What's wrong?" Yao Qian came out from inside.

"Attorney Yao, this is the Lin family's butler. He wants to see Mr. Lin, but Mr. Lin is very busy."

"Oh, President Lin is indeed very busy," Yao Qian understood, turned to face the butler, "I am Yao Qian from the Yao family, President Lin Wanzhen's special legal counsel. Please give me the thermos, I will pass it on to her later. You can also tell me anything, and I will pass it on."

The butler had worked for the Lin family for many years and was quite perceptive. He could get entangled with the receptionist, but he couldn't deal with this person from the Yao family, whose position in the legal world was very secure.