Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 3120: You’re Heartless

‘You’re heartless and completely unreasonable.’

Ning Shu: Fine! I was wrong, okay? Happy now?

Gong Rong had begun struggling to breathe and was now wearing an oxygen mask.

Even like this, he was still filming short clips. With a voice that was faint as a whisper, he said, “To that someone… I want to see you.”

Ning Shu: See you, my ass…

She realized that whether she went to see him or not, Gong Rong was dragging her into the spotlight either way.

And that spotlight included people from the SR Conglomerate.

Now that Gong Rong had resumed his male identity, the SR Conglomerate undoubtedly knew the truth.

Which meant this so-called ‘someone’ Gong Rong kept talking about—there were probably quite a few people eagerly waiting for this mysterious person to show up.

Ning Shu clenched her fists. She seriously wanted to smash Gong Rong’s face through the screen.

Hold it in. Hold it in. She just needed to wait until he died.

D*mn it, why hadn’t he died yet? The wicked really did live long…

Ning Shu was starting to worry Gong Rong might be picked by the system. Those one or two were bad enough. If another one popped up, she was going to lose it.

Her tasks were downright cursed—like the most deadly poison!

And Gong Rong, how was he still hanging on? Why hadn’t he croaked yet!?

Just then, Mother Xu walked in. She beamed at Ning Shu and said, “I heard there’s a suitable donor kidney for me now! I might be able to have the surgery soon.”

Ning Shu quickly closed her laptop. Hearing those words, she felt a wave of joy. “That’s wonderful news!”

She just hoped nothing would go wrong this time.

As long as Gong Rong was still breathing, Ning Shu couldn’t fully relax.

The gap between her and Gong Rong was simply too wide. She was just an ordinary citizen, whom he completely outclassed in wealth and social standing.

Right now, Ning Shu was just hoping Gong Rong would drop dead already.

“We should be okay,” Mother Xu said. “We’ve got a little money on hand. Once the kidney arrives, we can go ahead with the surgery.”

Her face was full of hope. After all, who didn’t want to live? Even ants would cling to life.

And she wanted to see her daughter grow up, build a career, start a family, and live a long, healthy, peaceful life.

Especially after she heard how her daughter had survived death on that island, she treasured their peaceful days even more.

“From now on, I’ll take care of things at home,” Ning Shu said gently. “You just focus on getting your strength back so you’re ready for the surgery.”

Mother Xu pressed her face gently against Ning Shu’s forehead. “Mom failed in this life. I ended up with someone like your dad—so easily swayable, and not even by my words, but by some other woman’s nonsense.

“We only have each other. You’re not allowed to ever do something like this again. If anything ever happened to you, I wouldn’t want to live either.

“If you want me to live, know that I want even more for you to live. If something happened to you, what would I even do?”

As she spoke, her tears began to fall and drip onto Ning Shu’s forehead.

The tears seemed to sink into Ning Shu’s heart, making it ache.

Survival wasn’t easy. Gong Rong stood at the very top of the pyramid. He could get the things others had to fight tooth and nail to achieve with a single word.

He saw people beneath his class as nothing more than livestock. Killing someone was no different to him than slaughtering a chicken.

As a task-taker, Ning Shu took on any job. There were task-takers from every class—even animals, sometimes.

To her, the world was made up of three types of people: people she could talk to, enemies, and those who had nothing to do with her.

Class didn’t matter to her. As long as other people didn’t mess with her, she wouldn’t bother them, either.

Simply put, she and Gong Rong were fundamentally incompatible in values.

Everyone had different worldviews. No one was ever truly on the same page.

Although, at the end of the day, what mattered more than worldviews was looks. Just look at the thousands of heartbroken, sobbing fans under Gong Rong’s Weibo posts.

All it took was one comment from her that wasn’t pleasant enough, and they all pounced on her like wolves.