Quick Transmigration: The Female Supporting Character's Counterattack, A Guide to Cunning Strat

On the way, Sheng Shuwan clung to her father's neck and asked sweetly, "Daddy, why did they apologize to you without asking anything?"

"Baby doesn't need to know these things. Baby just needs to know that Daddy will always be your support. Baby can do whatever you want, as long as you are safe."

Mr. Sheng was unwilling to explain these complicated adult matters to Sheng Shuwan; he only hoped that his daughter could live freely forever.

"Will it always be that way?"

"It always will be."

"How far is forever?"

"Ah, Daddy is thinking, it's when the baby becomes a little old lady."

"Then Daddy is like an old man."

"Yes, even when Dad becomes a big old man, he will still be a strong support for the baby."

"Hahahaha," Sheng Shuwan laughed as her father's stubble tickled her. At that moment, she was willing to believe that her father would always love her.

……

Lin Residence, Lin's Father's Study

"Mu Shi, well done. Now that you've caught Miss Sheng's eye, you should try to please her from now on. Find opportunities to have her mention me to President Sheng as well. Remember that?" President Lin sat upright in his chair, looking down at Lin Mu Shi standing in front of him, and gave the order.

Lin Mushi found it somewhat ironic that he had never entered the study in his two lifetimes before, and now he was actually there. It seemed that profit was still the most important thing.

He felt somewhat bored, but still showed his deep affection for Lin's father, and replied, "Understood, Father."

"Alright, go out." Lin's father seemed to think that Lin Mushi was sensible, so he waved him out.

As soon as he closed the door, he saw Lin's mother walking towards him in a fit of rage: "You little bastard, don't think that just because you've latched onto Miss Sheng, you have the right to inherit the Lin family. Let me tell you, the Lin family belongs to my Yu Chen. You illegitimate son, don't even dream about things that don't belong to you."

Lin Mushi looked timid and responded in a low voice. Only after his mother finished scolding him did he leave the Lin residence and walk towards his villa in the moonlight. The entire villa was shrouded in darkness, looking gloomy from the outside, and even more so when he entered.

Last year, Lin's mother fired the nanny from the villa, ostensibly to train his self-reliance. If Lin's father hadn't felt that it would be embarrassing for Lin Mushi to walk to kindergarten by himself, Lin's mother would have even fired the driver who picked him up and dropped him off.

Lin Mushi glanced at the clean kitchen, suppressed his hunger, and turned to go upstairs.

Lying in bed, Lin Mushi couldn't help but think: Sure enough, no matter which life he was in, his father and mother were always the same, and so was Lin Yuchen. They always liked to use small favors to get others to act as their pawns. I don't know how many times this had happened in his past life. It's really boring.

However, did President Sheng in his past life love Sheng Shuwan this much? Something seems different...

The next day, Lin Mushi sat upright in his seat and watched Sheng Shuwan walk in.

I had never paid attention to her before, but now I realize that when Sheng Shuwan walks, she always has a reserved look on her face, as if she is trying to act like an adult. However, she still can't control her childlike nature. After taking a few steps, she likes to tiptoe and skip into the classroom.

Lin Mushi couldn't help but chuckle. When he saw Sheng Shuwan walk up to him, he stopped laughing and returned to his usual quiet demeanor. Then he whispered to her, "Thank you for what happened yesterday."

Sheng Shuwan was stunned for a moment, as if she hadn't heard clearly. She paused for a moment before realizing what she meant and said, "Oh, I'm in a good mood, so I'm just helping out."

"Then thank you. Do you have any requests? I can try my best to fulfill them." Lin Mu pretended to be very serious.

Sheng Shuwan seemed surprised by his response, but seeing how serious he was, she couldn't help but start thinking: "I understand. Then you can be my little brother. But you can't tell my parents that you're my little brother."

"That's it? Then what do you have to do as my underling?" Lin Mushi asked, somewhat surprised.

"Second brother didn't say anything either." Sheng Shuwan was a little confused and murmured softly, but seemed to feel that this would damage the eldest brother's dignity, so she immediately straightened her face, thought for a moment and then suddenly realized, "I know, little brother is going to help eldest brother drink milk. Consider these small cakes as your reward for helping eldest brother drink milk."

Sheng Shuwan took out the milk and small cakes she had prepared earlier from her schoolbag and handed them over.

"Okay." Lin Mushi took the milk and cake. The milk was still warm, just right when it entered his mouth. The cake was sweet but not greasy, and melted in his mouth. After taking a bite, his stomach, which had been hungry all night and in the morning, felt much better.

"Very good. From now on, you have to help the boss with any milk he doesn't like, understand, little brother?" Sheng Shuwan put his hands behind his back, adopting the demeanor of an older brother, but couldn't help but tiptoe, as if trying to make himself look taller, which was extremely cute.

"Got it, boss." Lin Mushi felt full and his spirits were high, so he was happy to play house with the kids.

"From now on, all the meat for lunch will be yours. Don't let down the boss's trust." Seeing how cooperative he was, Sheng Shuwan patted Lin Mushi's shoulder in a serious manner and began to push her luck.

"it is good."

"Also, from now on, when we're alone, call me 'boss,' and when we're in a group, call me by my name. Got it?"

"I'll remember, Wanwan."

"There's nobody here now, you should call me boss!"

“There’s someone there.” Lin Mushi pointed behind Sheng Shuwan.

"Cough, well done, keep it up." Lin Mushi looked at Sheng Shuwan's forced composure, quickly turned his head away from her, and couldn't help but smile: She's kind of cute.