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

After shopping at the supermarket, I returned to the cabin.

Upon entering the living room and seeing Shen Qingyang getting up from the sofa and greeting Lin Shuwan with a smile, Feng Yueze's good mood vanished completely.

"Do you need any help?" Shen Qingyang asked politely when he saw that he was carrying two large bags full of ingredients.

"No need." Feng Yueze tightened his grip on the plastic bag and hurried into the kitchen.

Shen Qingyang stopped following Feng Yueze, who had gone far away, and instead asked Lin Shuwan, who was walking a little behind, "Is it fruit? It looks quite heavy. Let me help you carry it."

Lin Shuwan was also carrying two bags, but they were much smaller and lighter than Feng Yueze's, and they contained some fruit.

[Hey dog, don't go! Your house has been burgled!]

[Such a cunning scheme.]

[I've learned this trick to subtly distance myself from a love rival.]

"It's alright, it's not heavy," Lin Shuwan politely declined.

Shen Qingyang didn't insist and walked alongside Lin Shuwan: "Did you buy lemons? The bright yellow ones are showing through the bag, they look a bit like lemons."

"Yes. I bought a few."

"Are you buying them to make honey lemon water? Jiang Wei seemed to say yesterday that the cabin was out of lemons."

"Ah."

"If you don't mind, I'll go to the bar. You guys are busy with dinner, and it would be a bit awkward for me to just sit there."

"can."

In just a few words, the two went to the kitchen together.

In the kitchen, Feng Yueze, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly tensed up again, his lips pressed into a straight line. Unable to bear getting angry at Lin Shuwan, he reached out and took off his apron, deliberately saying, "Wanwan, can you help me tie this apron? I can't see."

"it is good."

Having successfully diverted Lin Shuwan from Shen Qingyang's side, and taking advantage of the fact that she was behind him and couldn't see him, Feng Yueze couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Shen Qingyang triumphantly.

Shen Qingyang ignored his childish behavior, simply took out some lemons from the bag, and asked, "Shuwan, how many lemons would be appropriate?"

"one is enough."

"Okay. Would it be better to slice it thinner?"

"It will be all right."

Lin Shuwan didn't look up, continuing to wash the vegetables in her hands, and answered Shen Qingyang. The sink and cutting board were next to each other, and Shen Qingyang deliberately stood close to Lin Shuwan's side when cutting lemons.

It looks like the two of them were the ones cooking together today, while Feng Yueze standing next to them looks like an outsider.

Feng Yueze casually grabbed an ingredient from the shopping bag, took a big step, and squeezed between them. He placed the item under the tap and asked, "Wanwan, what should we do with this after washing it?"

But at that moment, another annoying voice drowned out his, saying, "Shuwan, should I add more or less honey?"

Feng Yueze grew increasingly annoyed, but he could only look at Lin Shuwan with a wronged expression, his eyes filled with accusation against Shen Qingyang.

Lin Shuwan first gave Feng Yueze a reassuring look, then said to Shen Qingyang, "You're not just going to leave it there, are you? I'll make it later."

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to help, but I was worried I wouldn't do it well. Did I disturb your cooking?" Shen Qingyang's tone was low and somewhat dejected, making him look pitiful.

Lin Shuwan answered decisively: "Yes."

Shen Qingyang was somewhat surprised, as he had always been successful when he showed this expression in the past.

Unexpectedly, he stumbled again with Lin Shuwan, but since she had already said that, Shen Qingyang felt embarrassed to stay in the kitchen any longer, so he put down the kettle and left.

The annoying person was finally gone, driven away by Lin Shuwan. Feng Yueze felt refreshed and his lips immediately curled up, his whole being radiating "I'm so happy".

Lin Shuwan glanced at him and said calmly, "Happy now?"

Feng Yueze responded with a casual "Mmm," only realizing his behavior was somewhat childish afterward, and quickly added, "I've always been happy."

"Okay." Lin Shuwan didn't call him out on it, and said, "Then, Mr. Feng, could you help me peel the potatoes?"

"I couldn't ask for more." Feng Yueze gave an exaggerated gentlemanly bow, took the potato out of the bag, washed it carefully, and began to peel it seriously.

[I can't bear to look, I really can't bear to look.]

Is he really President Feng? Could he have been switched at work?! Help! I can never look President Feng in the eye again at work.

[Silly Le is lucky; he doesn't even have to deal with his love rival himself.]

No, it's still needed. Have you forgotten Zhuangzhuang?

He can only fight with kids.

……

That night, Feng Yueze lay in bed, holding his phone with a solemn expression, his fingers rapidly tapping the screen, as if he were doing something very serious.

Feng Yueze had just sent a message in the WeChat message box on his phone: "Find out this Shen Qingyang for me. I need all his information by tomorrow."

The other party sent a smiling emoji and then immediately withdrew it, replying respectfully: "Okay, Mr. Feng."

Feng Yueze ignored his assistant's ulterior motives and silently cancelled his bonus for the month in his mind.

"Beep."

The phone provided by the production team rang.

Feng Yueze picked up his phone and clicked on the message: "The spring breeze blows ten miles along Yangzhou Road, but nothing compares to the beauty of the scenery behind the rolled-up beaded curtains." (Note 1)

Feng Yueze was initially puzzled, but then seemed to realize something, his smile widened, and he picked up his phone again to send a message to his assistant: No need to check.

The reply came quickly: "Okay, Mr. Feng."

Feng Yueze waited for a long time but didn't see any reply, so he typed a few more words: Why don't you ask me why I don't use it anymore?

This time, the other party replied very slowly. WeChat kept showing that it was typing, but he didn't send the message for a long time. However, Feng Yueze, who was in a very good mood, had the rare patience to wait for him a little longer.

After a long time, the other side seemed to have given in and sent three words, but without even a question mark: Why?

Feng Yueze finally got the response he wanted and typed out seven words triumphantly: "Because I don't need it anymore."

The assistant on the other end of the WeChat message looked up at the boss's smug face in the live stream on the computer screen. He silently sent another smiling emoji, this time stubbornly refusing to retract it.

The boss left work early to go on a date, leaving him to struggle through overtime, only to be forced to eat dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection) when he got home. Boss Feng is really a dog!

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(Note 1: From the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu)

Two Poems of Farewell, No. 1

She was a graceful young woman of thirteen or so, like a budding cardamom flower in early February.

The spring breeze along Yangzhou Road stretches for ten miles, but even with the beaded curtains rolled up, nothing compares.