Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder s Record of CounterattacksQuick Transmigration Cannon Fodder s Record of Counterattacks
Looking helpless, An Xuchen asked Yan Suni, “Do you really want to kick me out so badly?”
“Just go. You know that I don’t like us living together like a couple,” she replied.
He sounded concerned as he said, “Stay safe at home alone.”
“Yeah, I know. Jingjing is a good woman, a good wife. You must treat her well,” Yan Suni exhorted An Xuchen.
Ning Shu put on a poker face.
“You can always come over when you miss me.”
Ning Shu kept her poker face up.
After that, Yan Suni turned to Ning Shu and said, “Jingjing, don’t worry. I’ve never shared a bed with An Xuchen. We sleep separately.”
Ning Shu still kept her poker face up.
“Love is beautiful and shouldn’t be desecrated by marriage. Think about it! The person you used to see as perfect is now sleeping next to you, farting, grinding his teeth, picking his nose, scratching his legs, and won’t even close the door when using the toilet. Isn’t that horrifying?”
“You even have to wake up to a greasy face and stinky mouth every morning. That’s simply a disaster! You get disillusioned.” Yan Suni then reached out to hug Ning Shu. “Jingjing, I will never destroy your marriage.”
Ning Shu: I need some peace…
“You guys should go now.” Yan Suni let go of Ning Shu as she spoke to the two.
Then, she gave An Xuchen a hug. “Hurry up and go.”
After kissing Yan Suni, he left with his luggage in hand. When he saw Ning Shu still standing there in a daze, An Xuchen coldly said, “Let’s go.”
“Coming,” she answered, her voice shrill.
At that moment, Ning Shu wondered if she was living in ancient times where men had many wives.
She felt her dignity was already beyond saving.
As they walked out of Yan Suni’s house, Ning Shu looked at An Xuchen pulling his luggage along in front.
He had a nice figure and the suit he wore exuded a sense of ascetic temptation.
What was the point of having an attractive appearance? He was still a jerk.
How could he use Xue Jing without feeling any guilt?
Ning Shu sat in the passenger seat. Somehow, she still thought that An Xuchen looked very handsome as he drove.
A mature man with the charm of one.
An Xuchen gave Yan Suni all his tolerance and care. Since she didn’t want to get married, he married her best friend.
Seriously…
They were both weirdos. They were the champions of all weirdos.
An Xuchen handed Ning Shu his luggage when they arrived at home: an obvious signal for her to hang his clothes up.
However, she pretended not to see it. With an indifferent tone she said, “I’ll go prepare dinner.”
An Xuchen had no choice but to hang the clothes up by himself.
When he came back down, Ning Shu had already cooked two bowls of instant noodles.
Though she gave herself the larger portion.
Frowning, An Xuchen pulled out a chair and sat across from her. He then stared at the instant noodles. “We’re only eating this?”
“Just make do with this. I’ve been eating like this lately because my mood still hasn’t recovered.” Ning Shu slurped loudly as she ate her noodles. The sound caused An Xuchen to frown again.
She then continued on. “Oh, I have something to tell you. My company is currently cutting staff. I paid the down payment for the house and also spent a lot to renovate and furnish the house, so I’m broke now. Give me money.”
In response, An Xuchen scowled so heavily that his eyebrows looked like caterpillars. “Why are you so tacky? All you talk about is money.”
Ning Shu: …
God. Did An Xuchen also live as celestially as Yan Suni? No, he just didn’t want to give her money.
Damn it! I even bought the instant noodles you’re eating right now!
“Yeah, I’m tacky. Anyway, starting next month, I won’t be able to afford to pay the mortgage anymore. Since both our names are on the deed, I shouldn’t be the only one paying for it.”
Translator: Asuka
Editor: Shark
Translator: Kaho