Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks-Chapter 3040: One Shouldn’t Care Too Much About What Others Say

Anyone who met Ning Shu’s gaze couldn’t help but look away, avoiding her eyes.

How dull must their lives be to be entertaining themselves with someone else’s suffering?

This was why one shouldn’t care too much about what others say. What they say was beyond your control, and how you live had nothing to do with them.

Even in the face of storms, one should be unmoved.

All that these people could do was attack with words and tell you to go die. If they had any ability, they should have come try to kill you themselves.

Li Bing’s mother kept kicking up a storm. Ning Shu walked over, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, “I’ll make sure your son rots in prison.”

Li Bing’s mother trembled in rage, cursing Ning Shu as a shameless harlot and a worthless woman no man would want.

Ning Shu remained utterly calm. Such words couldn’t touch her at all.

No man wants me? Ning Shu patted her chest mockingly. Oh, how terrified I am.

Li Bing’s mother sat on the ground, flailing her arms and legs.

Using the same tricks over and over again—how pointless.

Ning Shu opened the door and went inside.

The house was filled with smoke, thanks to Wang Ying’s father’s heavy smoking. It was suffocating.

Wang Ying’s mother sat knitting a sweater with a troubled expression, but she hadn’t made any progress for quite some time. When she saw Ning Shu, she didn’t scold her like she usually did.

Now that Li Bing was in jail, Wang Ying’s mother had come to realize that she couldn’t control this daughter of hers.

And this daughter had become cold and unrecognizable since the incident.

Their relationship had grown distant, reduced to nothing more than a blood connection. They were like strangers now.

Wang Ying’s father smoked in silence, his eyelids drooping, saying nothing.

Ning Shu greeted them, calling out, “Dad, Mom,” before heading to her room.

She unpacked the herbs she’d collected from the mountain, including the finger-sized ginseng root.

Fresh ginseng looked quite large, but it would shrink significantly once dried. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Ning Shu placed the ginseng near the window, laying it on a piece of cloth.

She then began processing the herbs she had gathered.

Taking out a mortar and pestle, she crushed the herbs, releasing a green juice.

As she measured the herbs, she added more to the mortar, adjusting the quantities carefully.

Then she covered her hands with a plastic bag, grabbed the crushed herbs, and squeezed them forcefully to extract the juice, which dripped into a glass bottle.

After sealing the bottle, she could still hear the loud cursing from outside.

Li Bing’s mother was tireless in her threats, warning that if Ning Shu didn’t get her son out of jail, she would come to cause trouble every day.

She’d make sure the whole family lived in constant chaos.

Ning Shu’s expression was indifferent. She’d like to see how long she could keep this up.

Using old age as a shield, these people didn’t have a shred of decency.

If she wanted to cause a ruckus, she’d let her.

Li Bing’s mother continued her tirade at the doorstep, making it so that the family was unable to go outside.

When night fell, she finally grew tired and hungry, and left after saying that she would be back tomorrow.

As soon as she left, the Wang family heaved a collective sigh of relief.

Because of this incident, Wang Chao hadn’t been going to school, spending his days hiding in his room playing video games. His meals were brought to him by Wang Ying’s mother.

Ning Shu scoffed. Was Wang Chao paralyzed? He was already a grown man, but still needed to be spoonfed?

She didn’t even need to think to be able to predict how miserable Wang Ying’s parents lives would be when they were old.

They were simply raising an ingrate who would torment them.