After Transmigrating into a Cannon Fodder Real Daughter, the Plot Changes

Chapter 127 Part 1 – These Days, Being an Uncle Really Isn’t Easy (I)

After Tong Yi handed over his phone, everyone in the dorm fell silent. The guy who had clashed with him looked stunned, disbelief written all over his face. “There’s no way she tried to add you on WeChat. We’ve been together since high school, and our relationship has always been solid. She… she would never do something like that.”

His voice grew quieter and quieter, clearly lacking confidence—because he suddenly remembered how recently his girlfriend had been asking questions about Tong Yi a lot, and how she’d frequently found excuses to come by their dorm.

Still, he never imagined that while she was acting all sweet with him, she’d secretly be trying to add Tong Yi on WeChat. Even though the WeChat interface only showed one request message, he could tell she’d tried multiple times—she was even using the message space on the friend request to try to talk to Tong Yi.

Seeing how devastated the guy looked, Tong Yi didn’t bother saying anything more. He turned and began dealing with the wet pants and shoes he’d just changed out of.

The other two roommates stayed completely quiet. They had never witnessed a scene like this before, and even if they wanted to comfort the guy, they couldn’t find any words that seemed appropriate.

After a long silence, the guy finally turned to the other two and asked in a strained voice, “Did she… did she ever try to add either of you?”

The two exchanged a glance, then shook their heads in unison. They weren’t as handsome as Tong Yi, and their family backgrounds didn’t compare either—girls rarely took the initiative to add them.

After another stretch of silence, the guy muttered, “Tong Yi actually never said a word about this until now.”

One of the roommates spoke up quietly, “He probably didn’t want to embarrass you. Tong Yi’s a decent guy. You know how much he likes Jiang Li, and he made that really clear today. We really shouldn’t joke about Jiang Li anymore.”

This time, the guy didn’t argue back. He’d always thought Tong Yi was just some pathetic simp for Jiang Li—but in reality, it was his own girlfriend who had been trying to simp for Tong Yi without him knowing.

At that moment, he felt like his entire existence was nothing more than a joke.

…

After Jiang Zhou’s arrest, Feng Yun began visiting the Feng family house frequently, hoping to persuade her father to help her son escape punishment. If he would agree to pull some strings, Bai Guolin could be made the ringleader in the case, and A’Zhou, as an accomplice, could receive a lighter sentence.

Unfortunately, her father was unwavering from the start. He made it clear he would never do something that defied the law.

Every time Feng Yun visited the house, she was turned away. She couldn’t help but wonder—if she hadn’t been deceived by Jiang Huai’s facade back then, or if she had listened to her father and not run off with Jiang Huai against his wishes, her life might not have ended up like this.

Later, after A’Zhou was born, she returned to the Feng family with Jiang Huai. If she had chosen to stay with A’Zhou at the time and let her father raise him, maybe her son would grow properly, instead of ending up a criminal!

Life was full of crossroads, and at each one, she had made the wrong choice. For a man who wasn’t worth it, she hurt her own father. Then, forced by her son’s threats, she hurt her own daughter.

Jiang Huai had lied to her for years—she now had no affection nor expectation left for him. But A’Zhou was her flesh and blood. She couldn’t just abandon him. So she kept returning to her father, getting disappointed again and again. And with nothing else she could do, she took it out on Jiang Huai. Somehow, seeing him suffer was the only thing that brought her relief now.

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Feng Yun neither went to the Feng house nor stayed home tormenting Jiang Huai. Instead, she flew to Beijing. She tried to visit her son at the detention center but was turned away due to incomplete paperwork. Standing outside afterward, she spaced out for a long time before getting into a taxi and asking the driver to just take her around aimlessly.

The driver must have noticed her low mood and started giving her heartfelt advice, saying how beautiful life was.

Was life really that beautiful? Feng Yun didn’t think so. Or maybe she had simply lost the ability to see its beauty.