The Cannon Fodder in Quick Transmigration Refuses the Usual Path

Chapter 540: The 50s Cannon Fodder Stepson 19

Have you heard? That daughter of Director Meng's family has been released from the labor farm!

Really? The one who tried to sabotage someone's marriage and even pushed someone?

Wow, that's pretty early. I bet our Director Meng must have pulled quite a few strings!

In this era with few entertainment options, a big piece of gossip can, in a way, remain evergreen. Especially since most people working nearby are workers from the machinery factory. Particularly, half a year ago, Deputy Factory Manager Meng was demoted to Director Meng due to a mistake.

What exactly happened behind the scenes, no one dared to dig too deep into, but as for the rest, watching the spectacle was fine!

So, no sooner had Director Meng brought her back, the news had already spread throughout the entire alley.

As for An Ning, because she was "obsessed" with her studies in this life, it was only after being reminded by her own system that she reacted.

Oh, so she's out now!

"But looking at this person, her mental state doesn't seem too good!" the system couldn't help but click its tongue.

Especially looking at the surveillance footage, the once-pampered Miss Meng was now thin and dark, would space out from time to time, had become much quieter, and even her hands still faintly bore the marks of hard labor.It seemed that even with Deputy Factory Manager Meng, no, Director Meng secretly looking out for her these years, life hadn't been too easy.

And as for its own host, it had seen it—before Miss Meng was even sent away, its host had already secretly taken action.

"By the way, host, what did you use on her back then?"

Originally thinking it was a physical weakness package, it now seemed that wasn't the case? The system couldn't help but feel curious.

"It was nothing much, just some drugs to make her brain memories a bit more chaotic."

Putting down the high school textbook in her hand, An Ning skillfully got up from her custom-made small desk, stretched her limbs around the room.

Only then did she speak unhurriedly:

"A monotonous environment, endless heavy labor, a living environment worlds apart from before... over time, isn't it natural for memory to become confused, even for most memories to become unclear?"

Although she didn't know how much this reborn person knew about the An Ning family, especially the original owner, just in case, she naturally had to strike first.

Even though her current changes could barely be explained as the butterfly effect caused by the reborn person's previous actions.

But unnecessary trouble was best avoided.

If it weren't for the upcoming show, this person wouldn't just lose her memories—she wouldn't even keep her sanity!

That being said, in the few days since Meng Yu returned, An Ning specifically had the system monitor her around the clock. She saw that apart from the deeply ingrained impressions in her mind like "Brother Jin," "stepsister," and "Commander's wife," not only could she mistake people for her former close friends, but she even nearly failed to recognize her own hardworking, devoted old father.

Of course, part of it was also because over these years, Director Meng had suffered setbacks both in family and career, aging and becoming much more haggard.

As for the An Ning family, apart from the deeply memorable "troublemaker" Little Wang Brat, even after hearing about her situation, Miss Meng just cursed and grumbled, "Sure enough, that guy surnamed Wang knows how to live off women!"

Only then did An Ning completely relax.

However, what surprised her was that even so, this Miss Meng could still recognize that honest man surnamed Chen, Chen Fu Sheng.

This truly caught her off guard.

Could it be that in the lifetime where this Miss Meng wasn't reborn, besides the debt of gratitude, the two had some other connection?

But this was good too. Such a destined match, how could it not make one's hands itch to help bring it together?

Thinking this, An Ning quickly switched the surveillance feed to the workshop where this honest Chen was located.

Amidst the huge roar of machinery, on the production line, a tall young man around twenty years old, wearing a faded blue work uniform washed nearly white, was half-squatting on the ground, seemingly fiddling with some part.

It happened to be break time. Most of the workers around were gathered in twos and threes, bragging and shooting the breeze, or chatting about daily life.

Invisibly, even though he was the team leader, Chen Fu Sheng seemed completely isolated. In terms of dignity and winning people's hearts, he was even inferior to the deputy team leader beside him. He even had to clean up miscellaneous odd jobs himself.

An Ning was already quite accustomed to this.

As the saying goes, if virtue does not match position, disaster will surely follow.

Just like in the original owner's previous life, because of Miss Meng's "act of kindness," this stroke of genius—a man who only knew how to bury his head in hard work, didn't understand socializing, couldn't win people over, and whose skills were only average—somehow leapfrogged over many more capable people to sit in this team leader position.

How could that possibly command respect? Especially after his backer, Miss Meng, married and left, and the deputy factory manager simply didn't care.

Calling him a team leader was almost an understatement; calling him a sucker wasn't far off. If it weren't for this man being genuinely meticulous and exceptionally rule-abiding, he probably would have been found at fault and removed within a few years.

Even so, when those three difficult years came, a time of famine, this position was still taken from him. Especially back then, nearly thirty years old, he still didn't have a single child, and privately, countless people mocked him.

That incident not only cost him his wages, but this honest man also completely lost the only bit of dignity he could show the outside world.

Honest man? Hah!

An Ning couldn't help but think inwardly.

Honest to outsiders, but after suffering so much humiliation outside, wouldn't he naturally vent it at home, on the weaker, less resistant outsiders?

This "honest man" didn't even need to do anything himself. He just needed to be a bit more easygoing, "generously" taking things from home to give away, and naturally, his good sisters and good nephews would take turns coming to his door to cause trouble on his behalf.

As for the "honest man" himself, he was just an ordinary, simple-minded fellow who cared about family ties.

*Smack!* Distracted for a moment, the pastry in An Ning's hand was once again completely crushed.

*Ahem.* Coming to her senses, An Ning looked down and silently picked up the pastry crumbs that had fallen onto the oiled paper. In this era, food was precious after all.

Couldn't waste it over a few crumbs.

Apart from Miss Meng, Chen Fu Sheng's life these years naturally hadn't been easy either. An Ning didn't do much, just appropriately collected a little money and added a bit of illness and pain.

The real good show, of course, had to wait until the other lead arrived before it could begin.

But obviously, An Ning was overthinking things...

A few days later, watching the two people who could run into each other without her even lifting a finger, and at the alley entrance, the other male lead—the "gigolo" this young lady was once determined to marry—with clear darkness in his eyes.

Hmm...

After a moment of silence, An Ning suddenly felt that this show didn't need much assistance from her at all.

The facts proved that this Miss Meng the Great Genius had her own way of playing!