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

"Chairman, the dishes have been set out. Miss Wanwan's mango pudding is in the insulated box and can be taken at any time. I won't disturb you and Miss Wanwan's meal any longer." Secretary Zhang bowed slightly and prepared to leave.

"Okay, hard work."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang. Uncle Zhang, please go and have some food too. You've worked hard." Sheng Shuwan smiled sweetly at Secretary Zhang.

"You're welcome. I'll go eat now. If Miss Wanwan needs anything else, please feel free to let me know."

Secretary Zhang suppressed her urge to lick the dumpling and left.

However, after closing the door, he took out his phone, opened the WeChat group "Let's Steal Dumplings Together," and sent a message: "My little princess told me she worked hard today." Then, watching the wailing and screaming in the group, he silently put his phone away, keeping his good deed hidden.

……

"Dad, I'm done eating." Sheng Shuwan waved the empty bowl in her hand to her father. "Can I have some pudding now?" She quietly placed one hand inside the insulated box.

"can."

"Yay!" Sheng Shuwan couldn't wait to open the insulated box, take out a glass containing mango pudding, and eagerly scoop out a spoonful, wanting to put it in her mouth.

"Ahem," Mr. Sheng put down his chopsticks and looked at her. "Daddy wants to eat too. Can you share with Daddy, sweetie?"

"Okay~" Sheng Shuwan turned the spoon in her hand and put the pudding into her father's mouth.

The pudding, only the size of a fist, was divided up spoonful by spoonful, but most of it ended up in Sheng's father's stomach.

【Wanwan, he's taking advantage of your small mouth. Qiqi won't fight with Wanwan for food.】

(Actually, Dad doesn't like pudding.)

Then he'll try to take it from you.

(I'm only a little over three years old now, so I can't eat too much pudding.)

It's okay, Wanwan. When you grow up, you can eat as much as you want.

(Actually, I don't really like pudding.)

【what? 】

(I just like this feeling.) Sheng Shuwan's eyes crinkled with delight at the feeling of being liked and cared for.

【Eh, you don't understand?】

(It's nothing.)

……

W&W Gallery

Born into a family of calligraphers and painters, Sheng's mother was required to practice calligraphy and painting from a young age. Later, she rebelliously chose to study management, where she happened to meet Sheng's father, leading to a happy marriage.

After Sheng's parents passed away, no one reminded her to practice calligraphy and painting anymore.

Later, after having children, she was completely absorbed in her children's lives, and she gradually forgot how to pick up a paintbrush.

After Sheng Shuwan walked around, he happened to see his mother's previous paintings one day, and from then on, he would ask her to paint his paintings from time to time.

After many visits, Sheng's mother recalled her past love for calligraphy and painting, and built an art gallery using the initials of "Wen" from her own name and "Wan" from Sheng Shuwan's name.

Because the gallery had only recently been established, there was a lot going on at the office, so Sheng Shuwan was handed over to her father to take to the company every day, which her father enjoyed doing.

"Sister, your husband has brought your little princess to pick you up again!" The employee teased Sheng's mother with a smile, her eyes filled with envy.

Mother Sheng smiled gently and said, "Then I'll be going now."

"it is good."

"Leave the rest to us."

"Take care, boss!"

As soon as she reached the door, Sheng Shuwan rushed into her mother's arms. Sheng Shuwan said coquettishly, "Mom, I missed you so much. Did you miss me too?"

"Of course I want to." Sheng's mother picked up Sheng Shuwan.

Mr. Sheng took the bag from Mrs. Sheng's hand, put his arm around her waist and walked towards the car, his mouth close to Mrs. Sheng's ear: "I missed you too."

Mother Sheng gave him a reproachful look, her eyes filled with coquettish charm.

Sheng Shuwan hugged her mother's neck, her eyes darting back and forth between the two of them, and she secretly covered her mouth and laughed.

After watching Sheng's mother's shy appearance for a while, Sheng's father coughed lightly and said, "Alright, let's go pick up your brother now, and then go to Grandpa and Grandma's house for a couple of days. Your grandfather called yesterday to say that the grapes are ripe."

"Yay! Great! I want to pick grapes with Grandpa!" Sheng Shuwan's attention immediately shifted, and she put her hands on her hips and glared at her father: "Dad, why didn't you call me when Grandpa called!" She even pouted as she spoke.

"You still have the nerve to blame Dad? Who was it that refused to sleep at noon yesterday and was so sleepy at dinner that they almost didn't eat? When Grandpa called, there was a little pig sleeping soundly." Sheng's mother poked Sheng Shuwan's face.

"Then, then I won't be able to sleep at noon." Sheng Shuwan suddenly deflated.

"Then why can't you sleep?" Mrs. Sheng asked knowingly.

“Because I secretly drank a sip of my father’s coffee…” Sheng Shuwan’s voice gradually faded.

"So now you know why we don't let you drink it. There's a reason why Mom and Dad don't let you drink it, now you know."

"I know, and coffee tastes awful." Sheng Shuwan stuck out her tongue. "Why does Dad drink coffee every day?"

“Because Dad has to work to earn money to support us. But Dad has a lot of work every day, and if he doesn’t drink coffee, he’ll feel sleepy, and if he sleeps, he won’t be able to finish his work. So Dad can only sacrifice his sleep time to work hard.” Sheng’s mother looked at Sheng Shuwan and said earnestly, “So what should we say to Dad?”

"Dad, you've worked hard."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Looking at the two faces, one big and one small, Mr. Sheng felt a surge of comfort. He opened his mouth to speak but then stopped himself. He simply bent down and hugged them, kissed their foreheads, and said, "It's not hard work."