Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

The money from the magazine wasn’t much, just a few hundred.

Ning Shu didn’t care much about the money; her main goal was to utilize the magazine’s channels, including both print and online platforms.

The article was widely reposted by numerous people.

Its spread was rapid.

After completing these tasks, Ning Shu crafted more beauty products, intending to share them with other wealthy ladies.

Ning Shu offered some paste formulas designed to alleviate menopausal symptoms to several wealthy ladies.

The formula effectively addressed various symptoms such as abdominal pain, heart palpitations, chest pain, headaches, dizziness, insomnia, anxiety, emotional instability, irritability, and occasional suspicion or depression associated with menopause.

The upper-class ladies didn’t pay much attention when Ning Shu presented them with these items.

Ning Shu remained patient, knowing that the products’ effects weren’t evident yet, so it was normal for people not to use them, especially since they were meant to be ingested.

After not seeing her for a few days, Ning Shu noticed Ding Ningdie had lost significant weight, her chin appearing more pointed.

Ding Ningdie’s face lacked color, and even without pretense, she looked pitiable.

The pain had left Ding Ningdie lifeless.

Her entire being seemed to be on the brink of collapse.

Bai Hanmo, on the verge of eruption like a suppressed volcano, guarded the hospital bed.

His red, cold eyes glared at Ning Shu.

Ning Shu recognized that Bai Hanmo’s patience had reached its limit—if Ding Ningdie continued in this state.

She and Mother Ding would end up being buried with her.

Ding Ningdie had been tormented enough this time.

In the future, she would likely never dare to act despicably and entice others to harm her again.

Ning Shu approached the bedside and reached out to adjust Ding Ningdie’s blanket.

Bai Hanmo, however, slapped her hand away.

“Don’t touch her with your filthy hands,” Bai Hanmo coldly told Ning Shu.

“I just want to fix her blanket,” Ning Shu said, confused. “What could I possibly do with you here?”

“Who knows what you’re up to?” Bai Hanmo snapped, glaring at Ning Shu’s hand. Ning Shu raised her hand, spreading her fingers. “There’s nothing in my hand.”

“Your sudden kindness in fixing her blanket—what’s your angle? Ningdie is in this state because of you and your mother.”

“We were supposed to get married, but now we’re practically enemies, all thanks to Ding Ningdie,” Ning Shu said with open hands.

“I don’t love you; I love Ding Ningdie.”

“Then why did you get engaged to me?”

“That was before I met Ding Ningdie.”

“Ding Ningdie lives at the Ding residence. Are you blind?” Ning Shu argued with Bai Hanmo and pressed her hand on Ding Ningdie’s.

“I didn’t even know Ding Ningdie existed. If I had known, I never would’ve gotten engaged to you.

“Even as an illegitimate daughter, she’s still part of the Ding family. How could you overlook her so much that she rarely attends any banquets?”

Bai Hanmo deeply regretted not getting to know Ding Ningdie sooner, causing her so much suffering.

Ning Shu sneered, “Is it my fault the banquet hosts didn’t invite her?”

Although it was said one couldn’t choose their birth, their status followed them for life.

Being born was an original sin.

If we were assigning blame, tracing back to the root of the problem, wasn’t it Ding Yan and Ji Lu’s fault?

One was greedy, the other lustful, yet the blame fell on the entrustor and Mother Ding.

That was not how blame should be assigned.

“Who allowed you to touch her?” Bai Hanmo forcefully pulled Ning Shu’s hand away. “Touch her again, and you’ll lose that hand.”