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

The next day, it was Lin Shuwan's turn to cook dinner with Feng Yueze again.

Feng Yueze skipped work early and drove to pick up Lin Shuwan to go to the supermarket.

After discussing what to eat that evening in the car, the two headed straight for the vegetable section.

Lin Shuwan held up two potatoes, compared them, and chose the rounder one. Then she moved on to the next pair, her movements swift and efficient. Without looking up, she asked, "What did you do when I wasn't here last time?"

"Uh." Feng Yueze touched his nose. "I ordered takeout."

[Wanwan, since you're not here, Lao Liu ordered takeout, even though it was really expensive and looked delicious.]

A dinner not made with a loved one is incomplete; therefore, let's not make one.

But it does look very fragrant.

I've tried it, and I can vouch for it—it tastes amazing!

The price is also ridiculously high; after eating this, I'll be eating dirt for the rest of the month.

"Huh?" Lin Shuwan put down the potato in her hand, looked at him in surprise, her eyes eager, "Is it okay?"

"After the last time, the production team said that we could no longer order takeout."

Unable to resist her expectant gaze, Feng Yueze lowered his head and picked up the potato she had just put down, changing the subject, "How do you choose potatoes? You're so careful. Is there a special method to it?"

Hearing the expected negative answer, Lin Shuwan was not too disappointed. She explained, "First of all, you definitely can't choose those that are sprouting or green. Then you have to look for round and smooth ones."

Holding up a round, plump potato, Lin Shuwan continued, "This kind is much easier to peel."

"I see." Feng Yueze nodded, understanding. "You're so experienced; you must have bought a lot of groceries."

"There's no other way. I'm not used to the food abroad, so I have to learn to buy it myself and learn to cook. I'll get the hang of it after cooking it a lot."

After Lin Shuwan finished speaking, she seemed to remember something, and a smile appeared in her eyes. "The funniest thing is that once when I was cooking, the fire in the pot was probably a little too big, and the smoke alarm in the rented room went off, which eventually attracted the fire truck."

Feng Yueze laughed along with her, but after laughing, he felt a pang of heartache: "It must be very hard for you to be alone over there."

"At first, yes, I felt quite helpless sometimes, but I gradually got used to it." Lin Shuwan said calmly. Seeing him frown, she gently smoothed his brow with her hand. "Be careful not to get wrinkles."

Feng Yueze raised his hand and grasped her hand, which she hadn't yet withdrawn. His expression was serious, and his tone was solemn: "Two weeks from now, if there's someone who will cook with you, shop for groceries with you, be there when you need him, and spend every ordinary yet extraordinary day with you, would you be willing to be with him?"

Two weeks later, it was the night of the confession in the cabin.

After he finished speaking, he immediately released Lin Shuwan's wrist, put his hands in his pockets, and resumed his usual carefree and nonchalant demeanor, a playful smile on his lips:

"Of course, for a girl as outstanding and beautiful as you, these conditions are just the bare minimum, nothing to mention. Should we buy some tomatoes? I see that bunch of tomatoes looks pretty good."

He blurted it out in a moment of passion, and immediately regretted it. Confessing his love in a supermarket is just too unromantic.

Besides, he was filming right now, and if Su Yihan saw it, what if Su Yijun came to bother him again? He didn't have time to deal with them.

Feng Yueze glanced at the camera discreetly, pretending nothing had happened, and calmly walked forward, just missing Lin Shuwan's slightly parted lips—which were exactly the shape of the word "wish".

[Ahhh, Feng Gou, turn around! Don't go! Look at Wanwan's lips, she agreed! Ahhhhhh!]

What's with this half-hearted confession?

[He probably suddenly remembered the show's rules, but, Feng Gou, have you forgotten your identity? Have you forgotten your financial power?! What can't you solve with money? Confess your love to me! Get together with me!]

During the subsequent purchasing trip, Feng Yueze tried his best to hide it, but he was still somewhat distracted.

With less than two weeks until the night of his confession, what should he wear that day?

Should we order flowers in advance?

Wouldn't wearing a suit make you look more formal?

How should I confess my feelings?

She'll agree, right?

What if they refuse?

……

Until a childish voice interrupted his thoughts. It was a little boy, about five or six years old, with a chubby face. He looked up and pointed at Feng Yueze, asking a question.

"Sister, is the brother next to you with you?"

Lin Shuwan half-squatted down and said gently, "Yes."

"Sister, is he your boyfriend?" the child continued to ask.

Lin Shuwan turned to look at Feng Yueze and replied, "No."

Feng Yueze secretly praised the child for being sensible and silently added the second half of Lin Shuwan's sentence: "It will be in the future."

Upon hearing the answer, the child's eyes lit up. He grabbed Lin Shuwan's hand familiarly, his grape-like eyes full of anticipation: "Can I be your boyfriend in the future? I think Yiyi in our class isn't as pretty as you. I want you to be my girlfriend, okay, sister?"

"No way." The smile that had been on his lips vanished instantly. Feng Yueze separated them, his tone fierce. "Stop thinking about it, you little brat. Have you been weaned yet? Go back to your mother."

"Hmph, I'll eat lots and lots of food and grow up quickly. I'll compete with you fairly..." The little boy tilted his head back, put his hands on his hips, and exuded a fierce yet adorable aura.

"Zhuangzhuang, why are you running around all by yourself? Your mother has been looking for you everywhere." A woman ran over anxiously, picked him up, and held him in her arms.

"Mom, put me down!" Zhuangzhuang struggled for a while, kicking his legs, but after being subdued by his mother's force, he had no choice but to stay obediently in his mother's arms and dare not move anymore.

Zhuangzhuang's mother finally had a chance to take a closer look at Lin Shuwan and Feng Yueze. Upon seeing their appearances, her eyes flashed with amazement. She apologized, "I'm sorry, my son is a bit of a looks-obsessed person. He can't stand seeing pretty girls. I'm so sorry for causing you trouble."

"It's nothing," Lin Shuwan said with a smile.

"Then we'll be leaving now. Sorry to bother you. You two are a couple, right? You're a perfect match. I wish you both a happy and harmonious life together."

After Zhuangzhuang's mother finished speaking, she picked up Zhuangzhuang and left. From afar, they could still hear Zhuangzhuang's persistent voice: "Sister, wait for me! I'll drink two cups, no, three cups of milk every day from now on. I'll definitely be taller than that brother next to you..."

Feng Yueze was secretly pleased. This little brat was clueless, but his mother was quite perceptive.

Meeting Lin Shuwan's gaze, he panicked again and explained, "It's good that it's a misunderstanding. That little brat won't even think about being your boyfriend."

"Childish." Lin Shuwan curled her lips and pushed the shopping cart forward.

Feng Yueze strode over to her, pushing the shopping cart side by side. He looked at her and said, "Where's the childishness?"

Lin Shuwan deliberately avoided looking at him: "Childish."

Feng Yueze, unconvinced, gripped the car tightly and leaned forward to ask, "Where is it childish?"

Lin Shuwan smiled and looked down, mischievously reaching out to ruffle his hair before letting go of the stroller handle and walking past him.

Feng Yueze froze on the spot, straightened up and scratched the spot on his head where she had just touched him. His smile widened, and he looked a little silly. Seeing that she had walked away, he hurriedly pushed the cart and sped up to catch up with her: "Wait for me."