Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 3128: The Title of Madame Gong

Especially considering how long Gong Rong had spent paving the way for his younger sister. It was clear that things couldn’t be as simple as they seemed.

But none of it had anything to do with Ning Shu. As long as the fire didn’t spread to her, that was all she cared about.

As for the title of Madame Gong that Gong Rong had slapped onto her, well, she and Gong Rong had no relationship in the eyes of the law.

Ning Shu and Mother Xu had found a place to stay in a nearby city, and they were now waiting for the storm to pass.

Gong Rong was already dead. When a person died, it was like a lamp being extinguished. The dead had no rights. People who were still alive were too busy fighting over power and profit. Who would care how Gong Rong had died?

Sometimes, his death was used as a weapon to attack the current person in power, Gong Yi.

In fact, quite a few people suspected that Gong Yi had killed Gong Rong.

But there wasn’t a shred of evidence.

Ning Shu watched from the sidelines. After all, she was already a ‘dead’ person herself, and she was now living under the name Xu Chen.

What she was truly worried about was Mother Xu’s surgery. It had been one twist after another.

Something always came up, and she had no idea when the operation would finally happen.

Mother Xu, on the other hand, was worried about Ning Shu. “You don’t think they’ll find us, do you?”

“They won’t,” Ning Shu said.

The Gong siblings were already dead, and the island incident was long over.

The top brass at SR Conglomerate were making millions by the minute, and they were also consumed by their own power struggles. There was no way they’d spare the time or energy to come after her.

There was virtually no chance of them ever crossing paths again. They simply didn’t move in the same circles.

Ning Shu really wanted to find a peaceful place surrounded by clear waters and green mountains, where she could live a quiet life with Mother Xu.

No dramatic ups and downs—just a calm, steady existence.

Not everyone could survive turmoil, especially those who had nothing. When you had nothing, even the slightest disturbance could knock you down.

Some people said it was better to die in a blaze of glory than to live a mediocre life.

However, Ning Shu would rather live simply, watching the clouds come and go, than die in glorious splendor.

Sometimes, just staying alive was a luxury.

“It’s fine. Nothing’s going on, really. Don’t worry,” Ning Shu said breezily.

Mother Xu stared at her and said, “How about you get married? You’re not exactly young anymore. How come you still haven’t found someone?”

Ning Shu: …

That was a bit of a jump.

“Don’t rush me,” Ning Shu said. “There’s someone out there waiting for me. Waiting just for me.”

Mother Xu replied, “You mean the Grim Reaper?”

Oof. That one hit deep. Thanks, Mom.

Mother Xu just felt that if Ning Shu got married, at least she’d have someone to lean on.

However, Ning Shu wasn’t thinking about that.

She took marriage seriously—its responsibilities, and the harmony it demanded from both partners.

Especially if you were marrying with the mindset of just needing support. Besides, she wasn’t very keen on marrying herself.

Once Mother Xu had the surgery and her health improved, it’d be time for Ning Shu to skedaddle. Whatever came afterward was no longer her concern.

Even so, Ning Shu continued keeping an eye on SR Conglomerate’s affairs.

And sure enough, Gong Yi couldn’t hold a candle to the older generation of seasoned schemers. The older the ginger, the spicier it was.

He was barely keeping himself afloat. There was no chance he’d come looking for Ning Shu.

Especially since his so-called ‘aunt’ hadn’t gained anything in the end, and had no legal connection to him whatsoever.

The hospital contacted Mother Xu to admit her, saying that a donor match had been confirmed. As soon as the kidney arrived, she could go into surgery.

Ning Shu truly hoped the surgery would happen soon. If they missed this, there was no telling how long the next opportunity would take to come around.