Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!

Jiang Lai could hear what everyone thought of him.

"This kid is full of gloom and has cursed a whole family to death."

And they conveniently praised the Zhang Family.

"All along, they’ve been especially good to this kid, treated him as their own, but unfortunately, his heart couldn’t be warmed. He just left without a word, leaving Director Zhang’s family worried for nothing."

In the kitchen, Jiang Lai could hear a lot of gossip.

Especially the gossip about the Zhang Family, which Jiang Lai found very interesting, and he quickly integrated himself with them using a box of cookies.

These were all new maids, specifically taking care of the daily needs of the director’s in-laws.

"A few days ago, I even heard the director’s wife arguing with him. Sounds like it was over compensation."

"About what? Compensation for what?"

"I heard there was an accident at the steel mill. A few workers accidentally fell into the smelting pool, and they’re still covering it up."

Jiang Lai listened while busying himself nearby.

"They’re probably dead with nothing left, surely there’ll be compensation."

"Director Zhang doesn’t want to, I heard only a formal worker died among those, you know."

Cursing arose instantly.

"So the lives of the odd workers don’t count as lives? Is this true? I think the Zhang Family people seem okay, you might have heard wrong."

The other party insisted they didn’t hear wrong. The reason the director’s wife and director argued was that Director Zhang wanted to suppress the incident, but the director’s wife felt it was unworthy to risk over matters that could be settled with some money.

If the superiors found out, the director would definitely be punished.

At this point, Jiang Lai handed over another cookie and curiously asked.

"Aren’t those odd workers’ families going to cause trouble?"

"How can they? They don’t even acknowledge you worked at the steel mill. Those odd workers who got into trouble can’t be found, so what good does it do for the families to cause trouble?

The formal workers are slightly better off, at least they can get some money.

Sigh, it’s pitiful, really pitiful."

Jiang Lai nodded, turned around, and continued busying himself with his tasks.

As he was busy, suddenly more people were in the kitchen without him noticing.

The people who were chatting together immediately dispersed.

Jiang Lai looked back and saw a chef in a white apron, followed by three or four apprentices.

Among the apprentices was an acquaintance, Shen Yaoyao.

The chef was very fat, with layers of flesh stacked on his chin, and even in this cold weather, sweat was trickling down his face. The oily sweat oozed out from his layers of fat, looking extremely unappetizing.

The kind of food this chef prepares really takes courage to eat.

"You’re Jiang Lai, and Jiang Hai is your dad?"

Jiang Lai glanced at him, nodded, and then turned back to continue preparing the vegetables.

The other guy suddenly clapped his hands.

"Alright, we don’t need you to be busy here anymore, pack up and go back."

"What do you mean? You’re asking me to leave before I’ve even cooked anything?"

The chef smiled, his face had more wrinkles than a steamed bun.

"I didn’t have time before, that’s why I had you come. Now that I’m free, why are you still here? What? Do you need eight sedan chairs to carry you out?"

The hostility from the other party was obvious.

Having groundless hostility towards a stranger, Jiang Lai looked at Shen Yaoyao, who was standing behind him, and knew she must have been badmouthing him in front of her colleagues.

Luckily, Jiang Lai didn’t mind.

She didn’t hesitate and moved aside immediately.

"No need for the eight sedan chairs. After all, unlike you, it really would take eight people to lift me."

After saying that, her gaze arrogantly swept over his whole body, then snorted.

Jiang Lai’s move directly angered the other party. His face darkened as he raised his voice.

"Ill-mannered girl, today I’ll discipline you on behalf of your father!"

With that, his thick hand swung hard towards Jiang Lai’s face. The hand that had wielded a heavy ladle and his hefty body combined to create a gust of wind as it swung.

If this slap landed on her face, Jiang Lai would be sent flying.

The people around held their breath.

As the slap was about to land, Jiang Lai, who had been standing still, suddenly squatted down and then picked up tongs from the ground and struck his leg ruthlessly.

The slap missed, and the sudden pain in his leg made him lose control, causing his large body to fall forward.

With a "boom," the fat chef fell hard to the ground, scaring his apprentices behind him and making them scramble to help, creating chaos.

Jiang Lai was not affected at all, packed up his things, and left.

At this moment, someone behind her called her name.

"Jiang Lai! Stop!"

Seeing Jiang Lai not reacting, Shen Yaoyao hurriedly chased after her, calling out.

"You think you can run after hitting someone? You think you own this place?!"

Jiang Lai turned around.

"This place? It’s not your home anyway, why are you so worked up?"

"You hit someone, and that someone is the director’s wife’s own brother! Do you have any idea what you’re doing?"

When Jiang Lai heard this, she acted as if she’d been greatly shocked.

"The director’s wife’s own brother? Really? He looked like a pig to me, I thought he had escaped from some pigsty."

"You... don’t be ungrateful. I’m only calling you because you’re my sister!

If you leave now, don’t think about working as a chef again!"

Such big talk.

As if this whole city belongs to the Zhang Family?

But Jiang Lai said nothing, continuing to play along with Shen Yaoyao’s performance, her face showing fear and concern.

"Is it really that serious?"

"Of course! With just one word from the director’s wife, you won’t be able to work in restaurants anymore.

Think about it, would a restaurant manager offend the steel mill because of a lowly chef like you?"

A state-owned restaurant, state-owned, would it really need to bow to a director’s wife?

Is Shen Yaoyao trying to trick her like she’s some naive fool?

Jiang Lai looked at her with a half-smile.

"So what should I do now?"

"Listen to me, go wait in the backyard, and after dinner, offer an apology to the head chef. I’ll put in a good word for you."

Jiang Lai looked at her, without any ripple of emotion in her heart, but her face was full of hesitation and anxiety.

In the end, she nodded.

"Alright, I’ll wait till you’re done, then I’ll go apologize."

Seeing Jiang Lai showing weakness, Shen Yaoyao’s expression softened, and she said gently.

"You’re my sister, don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you. Come here, I’ll tell you something, and you’ll do as I say later."

Jiang Lai slowly approached, and Shen Yaoyao leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"The head chef has a bad temper. After you apologize on your own, go back and prepare some cigarettes and wine as an apology gift. He doesn’t get along with the director, so you should go alone.

I’ll accompany you then and help you say some nice words."

Jiang Lai nodded.

"Alright, I’ll get it ready when I get back."

"Okay, I’ll wait for you tonight and go with you."

Jiang Lai looked at Shen Yaoyao, hesitated for a long moment, then said sincerely.

"Sister Yao Yao, after everything I did to you, and you still care about me like this, you’re really good."