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

After receiving the photos, Ji Huaichuan warmed himself by the fire with the two drivers.

The driver laughed and said, "The people in your village are still optimistic. I see everyone is always cheerful."

He felt he should learn from this.

He always felt sorry for himself...

I feel sorry for myself because I was poor and unloved when I was a child, and I feel sorry for living in an urban village. I feel sorry for myself all the time.

But after arriving in the village, he was deeply moved by the people there.

They were always laughing, always joking, eating and drinking, truly treating a funeral as a celebration.

Isn't this exactly what modern people should be pursuing?

Seeing the driver's deeply moved expression, Ji Huaichuan looked at him, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

Is it possible that his father is so awful that everyone is so happy?

The driver wiped away his tears and looked at Ji Huaichuan: "Whatever grand gesture you're planning, we'll definitely help."

Ji Huaichuan hesitated and said, "The simpler the better. It's just collecting a gift of money. Making it too big will just be a waste of money."

The driver laughed out loud upon hearing this: "Are all the people in your village so humorous?"

He really should learn from them.

Ji Huaichuan, who was inexplicably praised for his humor: ...

City dwellers have a pretty strong ability to fill in the blanks.

At that moment, someone sneaked into the corner.

He played the suona clumsily; if he pretended to play it again, he would definitely be exposed. He should at least know how to play it properly.

He thought about the tune, tried playing it tentatively, and then started practicing seriously.

The villagers, awakened by the suona horn, were then: ...

How could the Ji family have hired such a terrible person to play the suona? She had never heard anything so awful in her life.

But she couldn't just tell them to shut up, so she pulled the blanket over her head and fell asleep.

The night outside continued to pass by, bringing with it gusts of cool breeze and a sour smell.

The people in the car sat in silence. The old man sat in the back and kept spitting into the plastic bag. Ji Fangyun quietly opened the window a little.

The man next to the old man handed him a bag and then ignored him, starting to scroll through his phone.

The old man's hands trembled as he carried the bag, his face deathly pale.

Ji Fangyun took an orange out of her bag, turned around and handed it to the old woman: "Grandma, have an orange, it will make you feel better."

The old man gave her a weak smile and accepted the orange: "Thank you."

When they arrived at the gas station, the old man awkwardly got out of the car and threw the bag into the trash can.

The driver was smoking and chatting loudly with the person refueling the car. Ji Fangyun could hear him clearly.

I don't know how things are at home, but she'll definitely rush back on the day of the banquet.

After refueling, the driver spat on the ground and got into the car.

His gaze lingered on the old man in the rearview mirror.

"Grandpa, please fasten your seatbelt."

The elderly man couldn't hear clearly, so he gripped the seat closer. The driver shouted, "Wear your seatbelt!"

The old woman finally understood, and she smiled: "The seatbelt."

She slowly pulled on the seatbelt, but whether it was because she lacked strength or didn't know how to fasten it, she couldn't get it right after trying for a long time.

Ji Fangyun frowned and said, "Why don't you help your mother tie it? The old lady can't do it well by herself."

The man next to him impatiently pulled over the seatbelt and roughly fastened it for the old man.

"I've tried so many times and it's still not working! I told you to remember, but you just won't."

The old man explained haltingly, "I can't pull this strap out... I can't pull it out no matter how many times I try..."

The man got even more annoyed: "What's wrong with not being able to poop? Just pull harder and it'll come out. You just want someone to serve you, you're just lazy!"

The old man's eyes immediately reddened, and he wiped away his tears.

Not content with criticizing the elderly woman, the man also told the others in the car, "Last time she wasn't wearing a helmet either, the traffic cop caught her and fined me two hundred yuan!"

"Two hundred yuan!"

The man grew angrier as he spoke: "I asked you to go to the city to help me take care of the kids, and now you're putting pressure on me."

The old man was scolded and dared not utter a sound.

Ji Fangyun glanced at him: "The money your mother saved by helping you take care of the child is much more than two hundred yuan."

The driver chuckled, "It's already a favor that I'm helping you take care of your child; I don't even have any elderly relatives to help with that."

Seeing that no one was on his side, the man's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, and he stopped speaking.

Ji Fangyun lowered her eyes and looked at the scenery outside the window. It's not good to live too old. It would be best to die suddenly.

After arranging Jiang Dayong's funeral, she hadn't really figured out whether she should stay home to take care of the children.

She was indeed forced to leave, but once she was outside, she discovered that there are actually many ways to live.

The two kids are very well-behaved and have never caused her any trouble since they were little, but...

Today, Ji Cuiyun called Ji Fangyun and said that her life is better now, and the three of them can be reunited and will never be separated again.

Ji Fangyun did want to live with the children, and she missed them very much, but she also couldn't forget the days she spent in the factory; that seemed to be her true self.

Zhou Chiye got up exceptionally early the next day.

The snoring from next door was still going on, and it was just getting light.

He slept soundly and felt refreshed.

He wondered if it was because he had been thinking about it during the day, but he actually dreamed about it yesterday. He dreamed that Ji Chaoxi stole a kiss from him.

He bluntly questioned her about why she had stolen a kiss from him, and her face turned bright red. Then, unable to bear seeing her embarrassed, he told her that he agreed to date her, and her eyes lit up again.

Even though it was just a dream, it made him very happy.

He stared at the sleeping Ji Chaoxi, secretly took the bear out of his bag, and carefully placed it in Ji Chaoxi's arms.

Ji Chaoxi felt the familiar touch, subconsciously rubbed against it a couple of times, found the most comfortable position, and hugged the bear tightly in her arms.

Zhou Chiye witnessed the whole thing from the side, staring blankly with his hands trembling uncontrollably.

cute……

He secretly took a picture of the scene, then peeked over and snapped a group photo of the three of them. After taking the picture, he immediately stuffed his phone into his pocket.

After taking the photos, Zhou Chiye tried to pull the bear out of her arms, but Ji Chaoxi was holding on very tightly, and he couldn't pull it out at all. Zhou Chiye was extremely anxious.

After much difficulty, he finally pulled the bear out of her arms and immediately stuffed the blanket into her arms.

Zhou Chiye breathed a sigh of relief and stuffed the bear back into his bag.

As dawn broke, Ji Cuiyun arrived early in the morning carrying her child.

She checked to see if anyone needed help.

When she arrived, she found that the housekeeper had arranged everything, leaving no detail overlooked, even arranging for someone to fake cry.

"You must have at least several decades of experience," Ji Cuiyun remarked.

The butler smiled; he had decades of experience, but not in funeral-related fields.