The Comeback of the Cannon-Fodder Supporting Actress

Chapter 706 - 793: I Am Not a Slut 4

Anning and An Ping slept in the same room, and An Ping’s snoring was so loud that at first Anning wasn’t used to it, but she slept soundly during the latter half of the night.

When she got up in the morning, she looked around the small room and was still somewhat disoriented.

It had been a long time since she had lived in such a Spartan room.

In her last life, she was a noble lady; in the life before that, she was a Princess, with living spaces that were certainly both spacious and exquisite.

Now, suddenly staying in this old-fashioned room of just barely ten square meters made her feel quite suffocated.

Anning sat on the bed for a moment before getting up to wash and dress.

After washing up, she changed into a set of sportswear and went out for a run, buying breakfast on the way back.

As she entered the door with breakfast in hand, she heard Mr. Jiang on the phone.

Anning tiptoed into the house and had just put the breakfast on the table when she heard Mr. Jiang’s voice.

"This won’t do, I don’t have money, no matter what you say, I don’t have money. Why should I pay for Eldest’s son to get married?"

Mr. Jiang’s voice conveyed infuriation and grievance: "I have three daughters, so what? They are also my children. If I had money, wouldn’t I save it for my daughters? Only if I were insane would I give it to a nephew. Is he going to provide for my old age?"

Anning paused, intending to eavesdrop more closely.

Then An Ping reached out a hand and pulled her into the room.

An Ping’s face was bare, and her hair disheveled, likely just having woken up.

She opened the door a crack, gesturing for Anning to listen with her.

Anning asked softly, "What’s going on?"

An Ping sneered, "It’s about Uncle Hai Chao marrying a bride from the city. The girl’s family wants to buy a house in the city, Uncle can’t afford it, so he’s asking Grandma and our family for money—pah! If you can’t afford a wife, don’t have so many sons. Now they’re panicking. What’s it to us whether he gets married or not? Why should we foot the bill? Does money just fall from the sky?"

Anning listened intently at the door, Mr. Jiang’s voice coming in fits and starts: "Mother, don’t do this to me, this isn’t going to work anymore. Ever since I was young, you’ve used this same threat on me. It’s been decades; can’t you try something new? You accuse me of being unfilial—am I lacking in food or clothing? Go ahead and make a fuss if you want to. No law says that an uncle has to buy a house for his nephew."

"You’ll see, maybe today Grandma and Grandpa will run over to our house to make trouble."

An Ping’s eyes were cold: "What era are we living in that they still favor sons over daughters? They had three sons and only one aunt as a daughter. But who took care of them when they were sick? It was the aunt. Who bought them clothes to change into? That was also the aunt. Yet they still can’t shake off these stubborn old ways of thinking."

Anning patted An Ping: "I bought breakfast. Hurry up and get ready, and we’ll eat together in a bit."

An Ping brightened up at the mention of food: "Okay, I’ll go wash my face and brush my teeth."

When Anning came out again in new clothes, she saw Mr. Jiang sitting by the dining table and Mrs. Jiang busy in the kitchen.

Anning went over to greet Mr. Jiang.

Mr. Jiang managed a forced smile upon seeing Anning.

Anyone asked for money first thing in the morning wouldn’t be in a good mood, which Anning quite understood.

After breakfast, Anning didn’t concern herself with these matters. She checked the time; it was already past eight, and some malls were already open.

Anning picked up her bag, told Mr. and Mrs. Jiang she was going out, and left.

She found the nearest mall and began browsing through the clothing stores.

Soon, Anning picked out a red form-fitting dress and chose a black blazer to go with it. She felt good in the outfit and decided not to change back, packing away her old clothes and paying for the new ones.

Having chosen the clothes, Anning then picked out a pair of high heels, checked herself in the mirror, and found that the clothes and shoes matched quite well. It was only her makeup and hairstyle that were out of sync.

Since the mall seemed to have everything she needed, Anning splurged on cosmetics and did her makeup at the counter, creating a gorgeous look. She also used the hairstyling tools available at the counter to adjust her hairstyle.

Anning’s hair was naturally straight and of good quality. She used to always wear it in a ponytail, but now she let it down and used a curling iron to create large waves. With her fiery red lipstick and those captivating eyes, she truly looked like a sea demon, enthralling people to willingly offer her everything.

After getting ready, it was already past working hours. Anyway, Anning planned to resign, so she didn’t care about being late. She strolled and bought a few more outfits before finally hailing a taxi to the company.

On the way, Anning received a call from her supervisor.

"Jiang Anning, what’s going on with you? What time is it now and you’re still not at work? If something came up, don’t you know to ask for leave? You know this is truancy, right?"

Anning laughed: "I’m on my way. I’m not truant, I’m going to get fired by the company."

Anning hung up the phone, her smile radiant and conspicuous.

Upon arriving at the company, Anning stepped out of the car carrying several shopping bags. She walked through the doors in her silver stilettos, drawing countless eyes along the way. Anning’s smile was enchanting, and as she walked, her presence was commanding, exuding an indescribable charm.

"Who is that?"

Many people whispered among themselves.

"Don’t know. Is she a newcomer? Or perhaps the boss’s mistress has arrived?"

"Look at that face, look at her style. She must definitely be the boss’s mistress. These girls nowadays..."

"If I were the boss, I’d keep a mistress like her too. Really exciting."

Anning took the elevator to her floor. As soon as she entered the office, she ran into Supervisor Xu.

Supervisor Xu stared at Anning, taken aback for a moment.

Anning smiled as she took an envelope from her bag and handed it over: "This is my resignation letter."

After handing in her resignation, Anning turned around and left.

Supervisor Xu hurried after her: "Jiang Anning, so you think you’re impressive, huh? There’s a procedure in the company for resigning. You need to give a heads up. Dropping resignation out of the blue, who will do my work?"

Anning turned around with a light laugh.

Her smile struck a chord with all the male and female colleagues in the office.

Anning was dressed to kill today; a bright red dress that ended just above the knees, with a silver chain cinched at the waist making her slender figure seem too delicate to be grasped, coupled with a black tailored blazer. The combination of black and red made her whole person look fiery and defiant.

Combined with her delicate makeup, her naturally amorous and captivating phoenix eyes were drawn to perfection, the corners lifted and tinged with red, intimidating to look upon, yet too captivating to look away from.

When she smiled, her complexion was radiant, breathtakingly beautiful.

Everyone knew Anning was beautiful, but they never anticipated that with makeup and a change of clothes she would become this stunning.

At this moment, the term "Evil Seductress" came to many people’s minds.

Indeed, it seemed that the evil concubines who brought down ancient kings must have been of this allure. Only such beauties could compel a king to forsake his realm, willing to lose his empire and his life for love.

"Supervisor Xu, you want to talk to me about company policies?"

Anning laughed lightly, slowly closing in on Supervisor Xu: "When you were taking your revenge out on me, assigning me work that wasn’t mine, why didn’t you mention any rules? When you had me complete a quarter’s report in two days, why didn’t you talk about rules? Now that I can’t take it anymore and want to resign, you talk to me about rules?"

She stepped right up to Supervisor Xu, her fair and slender index finger poking his chest: "I don’t want to talk about rules anymore, I can’t stomach this repressed anger."

She pointed with each word, leaving Supervisor Xu too shocked by Anning’s boldness to react.

Anning scoffed: "I don’t want this month’s salary. I gave you my resignation letter. Whether you approve it or not, I’m not coming back."

With that, Anning flipped her long, wavy hair, the glossy strands brushing against Supervisor Xu’s face, leaving behind an indescribable scent that stirred something within him.

"Jiang Anning, just try leaving. Once you leave Gu family, don’t even think about finding a job. I’ll make sure your irresponsible actions are known throughout the industry. Other companies still respect Gu family’s face; you won’t be able to get into any company from now on."

"Heh."

Anning laughed, her red lips parting to speak: "Do as you please. I really don’t want to be controlled by anyone anymore. I have my own capabilities, I can take care of myself no matter what I do."

She turned around, her heels clicking like a gust of wind as she left, the fiery and defiant figure lingering in people’s minds for a long time after, truly intense and invigorating.