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

After breakfast, the TV station staff arrived, setting up their equipment and visiting each household.

At the previous homes, Jiang Xingye had simply left rice, flour, and cooking oil in a conventional manner. But when he arrived at one of the homes, which housed only an elderly person and two children, he was touched. It wasn't because the family was poor, but because after he left his things, the twelve-year-old girl in the house kept trying to find something to give back to everyone.

"Little sister, it's alright. This is a gift from your brother. Many families in the village have similar gifts." Ning Wei turned around and reassured her.

The little girl still felt embarrassed: "My mother said that you can't just accept things from others for free; you have to reciprocate."

Ning Wei was surprised. She remembered that four years ago, the child's parents died in an accident while working away from home. The compensation was not much. This quality was cultivated from a young age, and she was also earnestly practicing it.

"I," Jiang Xingye looked at the dilapidated house and fence, and began to speak.

Ning Wei stopped him, pointing to the vegetable patch not far away: "Did you grow those vegetables? Can we try some?"

"Yes, yes."

The little girl carefully picked the two prettiest ones, washed them clean with well water, and Ning Wei took them, shook off the water droplets, and ate them directly.

Jiang Xingye took a leaf from her hand, paused for a moment, and then put it in his mouth. It was fragrant and juicy, and after chewing it a few times, he could taste a slight bitterness. The taste was very rich.

"Is it tasty?"

"Hmm, haven't you bought this vegetable before?"

"I've bought it before; it's a local specialty lettuce."

"Then why haven't I tasted this before?" Jiang Xingye ate another leaf.

"Usually, when we eat it, we blanch it in hot water before stir-frying," the little girl explained with a smile.

In fact, this dish is often just a decoration on Jiang Xingye's table.

"Yes, little sister is right. After being scalded, the bitterness is gone, but it's still not as delicious as this because it's so fresh." From picking it out to putting it in your mouth, the whole process takes less than five minutes.

"It's Monday today, why didn't you go to school?"

The little girl was a little embarrassed: "I took a few days off because my grandma twisted her ankle and my little brother is still young, so I took a few days off to take care of him. However, I didn't fall behind in my studies. I asked my classmates about their homework every day."

"Good girl." Ning Wei touched her dry hair.

The TV station's equipment was set up, and Ning Wei went over to adjust Director Ming's interview transcript.

"You two seem to be quite comfortable eating vegetable leaves in the fields."

"Haha, little sister always wants to reciprocate, and Jiang Xingye has never eaten such fresh leafy greens before, so let him experience it."

"This child is quite sensible; it seems he's been well-educated at home."

"Yes, Jiang Xingye and I want to anonymously sponsor the siblings," Ning Wei said softly to Director Ming after confirming their positions one last time.

The interview began, and Ning Wei tactfully withdrew from the camera's view.

There are more than forty households in this village. The first day of visits, they were all relatively poor. Jiang Xingye delivered most of what he brought, and gave the last few things to the little girl's family.

While having dinner at the village committee that evening, Director Ming suddenly remembered what had happened during the day.

"Xiao Ning, why did you choose to donate anonymously?"

"It's just our way of showing our appreciation. We don't want the two children to feel guilty. They don't know who is sponsoring them, so their psychological burden will be less." It's also another precaution. People's hearts are fickle. What if they take it for granted that they should receive more in the future?

Director Ming admires Ning Wei. She is worldly-wise but not cynical, sophisticated yet innocent, and good at self-deprecation but not mocking others. It is truly remarkable that she can do all these things at such a young age, having grown up in an orphanage.

On the third day, Jiang Xingye had nothing to do, and the others got into real work mode. He asked the village chief to find someone to take him into the mountains to dig for wild vegetables.

At noon, Ning Wei received a boyfriend who was carrying a basket and smiling foolishly.

"You had a good harvest? You're smiling so happily?"

"Fortunately, Brother Zhang said there weren't any mushrooms lately, so he picked some wild vegetables." Jiang Xingye handed the basket to Ning Wei.

The older woman helping with the cooking peeked out and exclaimed, "Wow, quite a lot! Are you making wild vegetable buns for dinner?"

"Okay." Jiang Xingye agreed. He took a two-hour nap at noon, then got up and sat on a small stool to wash the wild vegetables one by one.

The people inside who were organizing the materials saw how seriously he was working on them and joked with Ning Wei, "Little Jiang seems to really like these things."

"I've never done this before, so everything looks new and exciting." But Ning Wei's expression showed some concern.

The two older colleagues exchanged a glance without speaking. Director Ming understood; it seemed that Jiang Xingye's life in the Jiang family had been very difficult over the years.

After that, Ning Wei never mentioned Jiang Xingye again; it's best to leave things unsaid.

When the city news came out, Ning Wei and Jiang Xingye were watching it on the sofa at home. The camera panned by, and a blurry profile of his appeared for two seconds.

"Mua, so smart!" Ning Wei looked up and kissed his chin.

"Weiwei, I feel that my life has become brighter since you came into my life."

"That's right, I'm so amazing." Ning Wei proudly raised her head, just like a lamb entering a tiger's den, her lips were captured in someone's mouth.

On TV, the news had ended long ago, and a TV drama had started. A long, slender hand casually picked up the remote control, and the next second, the screen went black.

During his lunch break on a weekday, Qian Yun rushed into the secretariat.

"Weiwei, want to have dinner together? It's on me."

"Okay, Sister Yun can't treat us to food from the cafeteria."

In the restaurant across the street, Qian Yun asked in a low voice, "Are you being targeted by that damned woman?"

The dead woman she was talking about was her childhood rival. When they were little, their fathers were competing for the same job. Qian Yun's father won. The adults could still maintain a polite facade, but it was different for the children. They would fight whenever they met, and they were very careful not to mention their fathers' positions, but they could argue over anything.

Qian Yun's father sent her here to gain experience, and her arch-rival was also there, so they started clashing again.

"If you're talking about a temporary transfer, then it must be."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Qian Yun's face turned red with anger, and she picked up her phone to make a call.

Ning Wei pressed her hand down: "Sister Yun, the temporary transfer is a normal procedure. If you interfere rashly, aren't you just falling into their trap?"

"But you,"

"Sister Yun, I'm fine. It's just a few temporary secondments. Besides, the Poverty Alleviation Office is quite interesting. If she's capable, she can transfer me directly from the Secretariat there."

"Ultimately, it's because of me; otherwise, she wouldn't have noticed you."

"My sister, what does that have to do with you? She's clearly tasteless; unable to deal with you, she resorts to attacking a nobody. But believe me, everything that happens is for my benefit!"