Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Setting down her bags, she carefully asked Ding Yan, “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? The company is about to belong to someone else, and all you do is eat, sleep, and shop. Can’t you do anything useful? You’re completely useless.” Ding Yan thought of his ex-wife, who had opposed him at the board meeting.

Though he resented her, she was still from a wealthy family, with abilities far beyond a minor celebrity like Ji Lu.

Ji Lu was even more confused. If it were easy to do something else, why would she have gone through the struggle of being a mistress and giving birth?

Everything she did was for an easy life.

Ji Lu glanced at her daughter, and Ding Ningdie shook her head at her, pulling Ji Lu upstairs.

“Mom, you need to stop buying so many things. Look, this room is already packed,” Ding Ningdie couldn’t help but say.

Since Ji Lu had married Ding Yan, she had become way too carefree.

“What else am I supposed to do with money if not spend it? Just stare at it?” Ji Lu asked, holding up clothes from one of her bags, admiring them against herself.

“Mom, please tone it down a bit. Dad’s already in a bad mood.”

“You can’t keep this up. No man likes a superficial woman who only cares about money and constantly buys luxury goods,” Ding Ningdie said helplessly.

Though Ji Lu was over twenty years older than her daughter, she wasn’t as savvy as her.

Ji Lu, having been in the entertainment industry, was superficial and hungry for fame and fortune.

She lacked the composure and intelligence that her daughter had.

“It wasn’t easy marrying your father. I need to get my investment back,” Ji Lu said. She currently felt very insecure.

Even though she had become Mrs. Ding, she felt like it was all a dream. After years of being a mistress, being thrust into the spotlight made her uneasy.

So, she spent money recklessly, afraid that one day she would wake up and it would all be gone.

“There’s a big difference between asking for something and a man giving it to you willingly. If a man really wants to give you something, he’ll bring the world to your feet,” Ding Ningdie said.

Ji Lu shrugged, “Do you think your father is the type of man to bring the world to me?”

If that had been the case, Ji Lu would have loved to be a refined, elegant woman, living a quiet life above the mundane world.

Graceful and noble.

Fortunately, her daughter had become that type of woman.

“Anyway, calm down for now. Dad’s been in a bad mood lately.” Ding Ningdie sighed, feeling a headache coming on.

Why did so many problems keep coming between her and Bai Hanmo?

She was now starting to fear she wouldn’t be able to marry him.

Ding Ningdie frowned. She was stuck in a dilemma, forced to choose a side.

Looking at her mother, Ding Ningdie said, “If you apologize properly to Dad, he won’t freeze your card. From now on, don’t bring the things you buy here. Store them at the old house.”

“At least keep up appearances. Do you get it?” Ding Ningdie asked.

Ji Lu looked at her daughter, bewildered. She had just told her not to buy so much, and now she was allowing her to do so?

Still, Ji Lu nodded obediently. When it came to handling men, her daughter was truly talented.

But Ji Lu still felt something was up. “What are you planning?” she asked.

Ding Ningdie shook her head, “Nothing.”

Ding Ningdie didn’t want to be caught in this dilemma any longer.

She knew she’d have to abandon one side.