The Comeback of the Cannon-Fodder Supporting Actress

Chapter 791 - 773: I’m Not a Slut 84

Anning now looks at Wei Jiaming and feels that this person is actually pretty good.

Regardless of how many frustrating matters his family has, he truly understands in his heart and knows what to do.

The key is that he and An Nan have feelings for each other; he has An Nan in his heart, and An Nan has only him in her eyes and heart.

Actually, oftentimes, women are mostly sentimental. If the man you’re with is the one in your heart, no matter how hard or tough life gets, you would still feel it’s sweet.

But if that person isn’t in your heart, even if life is peaceful and smooth, you won’t feel right, feeling like something’s missing in life, like life is lived in vain.

At the very least, Anning knows An Nan is that kind of sentimental woman.

So since An Nan is that kind of sentimental woman, there’s no use talking to her about reality or material things, she won’t care, and you can’t make her understand.

This is also why Anning convinced Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang, and why she supports An Nan.

Inside the house, Wei Jiaming and Xiao Yuan were still talking.

Xiao Yuan shared the truth with Wei Jiaming: "To treat Sister Jiahui’s illness, we need some quality medicinal herbs, and also, it takes a relatively long time. The first week, you must bring her here daily for acupuncture. Afterward, every other day for two weeks, then once every ten days for the next two months. Only after half a year will there be effects."

He whispered, "The main issue is that Sister Jiahui had a fall back then. There’s a small blood clot in her brain pressing on a crucial area. Now what needs to be done is to clear that small blood clot, and this is very troublesome."

Wei Jiaming, crying, nodded: "Any way works, as long as my sister can get better. You tell me what medicine is needed, I’ll find a way to get it. I’m not afraid of the process being long, whether it’s half a year or a year, as long as my sister can..."

He could barely continue.

Xiao Yuan patted his shoulder: "I’ll write you a prescription in a moment; you follow it to find the herbs, and treatment can start once you have the herbs. In the meantime, let Jiahui rest well at home. I’ll first write a prescription for dietary supplements, follow it to nourish her Qi."

"Okay, okay."

Wei Jiaming hurriedly responded.

Xiao Yuan took pen and paper and first wrote a dietary supplement prescription, then the real prescription: "Find the herbs as listed here. They aren’t too hard to find, just a bit tedious."

Wei Jiaming thanked him and carefully stored the prescriptions in his coat pocket.

Then he went out leading Wei Jiahui.

Mr. Xiao and Mother Xiao were sitting in the living room. Seeing Wei Jiaming come out, they quickly smiled and said: "All done, come sit and rest a while. We’ve bought groceries, don’t go anywhere later, just eat at our house."

This was a proper reception as relatives.

Wei Jiaming wiped his tears: "No trouble needed, I..."

Mother Xiao sternly said: "What’s there to be polite about? Treat this like your own home, don’t be overly courteous. You’ve come to visit us during the festive season, it would be improper not to have a meal. If you don’t stay for a meal, I’ll be upset."

With Mother Xiao speaking to this extent, Wei Jiaming could only stay with his sister for the meal.

Anning glanced at the time, said a few words to Mother Xiao and Mr. Xiao, then grabbed her coat and headed out.

Xiao Yuan offered to carry her bag: "I’ll take you there."

Anning smiled: "Then you will have to pick me up too."

Before Xiao Yuan could respond, Mother Xiao said: "Let him pick you up. Driving there won’t be tiring."

Anning smiled and continued outside.

Xiao Yuan let out a chuckle and followed her out the door.

Outside the house, Xiao Yuan handed Anning a small wooden box.

Anning opened it to see that Xiao Yuan had prepared a complete set—hairpins, bracelets, earrings—all matching in their ancient charm, fitting well with the qipao she was wearing.

"Where did you get these?"

"Don’t worry about where it came from, keep it if you like it."

Anning didn’t further inquire. Once they were in the car, she put on the jewelry and touched up her makeup.

Xiao Yuan watched her busily sorting herself out, feeling a twinge of sourness: "Looks like there are quite a few male classmates coming today."

Anning put away her makeup: "Indeed, even the high school heartthrob from back then."

Xiao Yuan felt even more sour: "They really said no spouses allowed?"

Anning waved her hand dismissively, "It’s a class reunion, why bring spouses?"

The hotel booked by Gu Miao wasn’t far from Xiao Yuan’s house, and it didn’t take long to reach by car.

With a smile on her face, Anning opened the car door and got out. Before leaving, she waved at Xiao Yuan, signaling him to head back quickly.

Xiao Yuan watched Anning walk away, wiped his face, and looked carefully in the mirror. His skin was fair, his features handsome and delicate, pleasing to the eye in every way. But why did he feel a bit out of favor with Anning?

Forget it, better not to dwell on it. The more he thought, the worse he felt.

The hotel, owned by the Gu family, had a small banquet hall on the third floor reserved by Gu Miao.

Since many classmates were attending, Gu Miao, keeping up with the trend, opted not to have everyone sit around a large round table for food and drinks, but arranged a buffet instead.

Initially, Anning thought Gu Miao organized it this way for easier interaction, but once there, seeing Gu Miao and her group of classmates around her, Anning understood.

Gu Miao wanted to show off her refined beauty.

Back in high school, it wasn’t apparent — everyone wore bulky uniforms, and hairstyles were mundane, only the truly beautiful stood out.

But post-graduation, things changed. Gu Miao had always been tall and well-proportioned; as long as one’s features weren’t too unappealing, any attempt at dressing up would be quite pleasing to the eye.

Moreover, Gu Miao herself was quite attractive.

She must have dressed up specially for this occasion — wearing a form-fitting evening dress, her hair professionally done, and a dazzling diamond necklace around her neck, exuding a semblance of a society lady.

Naturally, other female classmates were dressed up too, but still, they couldn’t compare, standing next to Gu Miao made them merely a backdrop.

As Anning arrived at the entrance of the banquet hall, memories of Jiang Anning surfaced.

Jiang Anning had endured enough insults at such gatherings; verbally wounded by Gu Miao and her cohorts, her strong character couldn’t bear it, and she left halfway through in tears, hardly speaking to any classmates.

Thinking about those unpleasant memories, Anning’s smile grew even sweeter.

She briskly walked in, and at the moment she entered, the entire banquet hall seemed to press pause — all conversations halted, and everyone turned to look at Anning.

When Gu Miao had entered, everyone felt she was quite stunning, an unnoticeable girl from high school who had transformed beautifully.

But when Anning walked in, they truly understood what stunning meant.

Anning entered, removed her coat, hanging it aside, and approached everyone with a smile.

The already bright banquet hall seemed significantly dimmer as Anning entered, shining like a radiant body, making everything and everyone else look dull in comparison.

Her features were striking, her figure exquisite, her movements naturally graceful, as if — like in an ancient poem — her steps were as light as a lotus.

The key was, while everyone else wore evening dresses or beautiful skirts, Anning wore a Qipao.

And the color of her Qipao was so subtly elegant it enhanced her striking features even more.

Watching her walk towards them, both male and female classmates thought of the same phrase, "a beauty that could topple cities and states."

Yes, no matter how beautiful other beauties were, no matter their unique traits — pure, cute, charming, or dazzling — next to Anning, they all seemed insignificant.

It was like the stars shining in the night sky, but once the sun rises, all their brilliance is overshadowed.