The Comeback of the Cannon-Fodder Supporting Actress

Chapter 944: Chapter 922: Top Student in the 1980s 50

Anning isn’t just idling around.

Besides going to school, she also does some small tasks.

For example, she might add a robot vacuum to the home or create some little gadgets that make work easier.

With Anning at home, Zhang Heping and Secretary An really have a lot less to worry about.

Whenever Anning sees them having trouble with something, she finds a way to create little gadgets for them, and I must say, it really makes their work much easier.

Take Zhang Heping, for instance, who has now retired. He can’t sit still at home; he loves going out to chat with others and has taken up fishing.

Anning made him a folding chair to make him more comfortable while sitting.

This folding chair is very compact; when folded, it’s about the size of a textbook. You can carry it anywhere, and when you feel tired, just press the red button, and the chair automatically unfolds in seconds into a very comfortable seat. The height is adjustable, too; you can sit higher or lower, and when you’re done, just press the green button to fold it back to book size.

Zhang Heping loves this little chair so much that he takes it everywhere.

Xiangling’s family has four kids. While it’s okay at home, taking all four out isn’t very convenient.

Anning made a little cart that’s slightly bigger than a bicycle but much lighter. You can ride it or push it, fold it, and take it apart.

The cart has not only a seat for the rider but also four seats for the kids and extra space for miscellaneous items, making it extremely convenient.

When Xiangling wants to take the kids out to play, she just pulls out the cart and places the kids inside. She can ride it and go.

When they arrive and worry about the cart being stolen, after taking the kids out, a press of a button folds it to slightly larger than a book, then she can put it in a bag and carry it.

This cart really took a load off Xiangling’s shoulders. Not only can Xiangling ride it, but Hou Jun can too. The couple is incredibly grateful to Anning.

Their four kids love the cart too; they’re clever and flattery comes easily. Whenever they see Anning, it’s all about how wonderful and loving Auntie is.

Later, Yu Shen found out about this and used every means to acquire the plans for the cart and the folding chair, of course not for free.

These things don’t require much technological prowess; it’s just that people normally wouldn’t think of them. After getting the plans, Yu Shen quickly had his researchers manufacture them, and soon they went into production.

Of course, they didn’t take Anning’s research for nothing. After setting up manufacturing, Anning received shares, earning a percentage of the profits from each cart or folding chair sold.

And wouldn’t you know, these products sold incredibly well. Not long after production began, they were available in all major cities, and Anning’s savings steadily grew.

Anning had money, and it was legitimately earned, money she could spend freely and boldly, so she certainly wasn’t stingy.

She earned money easily and spent it lavishly.

When she went shopping, she truly indulged.

Seeing pretty clothes and shoes for kids, she bought them—ten sets at a time. With four kids at home, ten sets barely gave each one two or three outfits.

Seeing skincare products and lipsticks, she bought them and sent them to Xiangling.

Seeing clothes suitable for the middle-aged and elderly, she bought them.

She also installed air conditioning at home and replaced the TV with a large color model.

Now the Provincial City has supermarkets and large malls, even luxury stores, and Anning really dared to spend money. She bought bags for Secretary An, a nice watch for Zhang Heping, belts, shoes, and more, spending like water flowing.

Now, Secretary An is over sixty, but because these last few years have been comfortable, and with her good grooming, people often say she looks forty when she goes out.

She’s truly in good shape, her skin well-cared-for, delicate without many wrinkles. Her complexion is a healthy white with a rosy glow, and her face has luster.

She has a good figure, and wearing well-fitting clothes, her elegance shines through.

When Secretary An goes out, one glance shows she’s living a comfortable, carefree life.

And rightly so—she has no worries. She used to fret about her elder daughter, thinking she had endured hardships, but not long after reconnecting, the daughter found a reliable husband.

The son-in-law is good-looking, affectionate, righteous, a good earner, and considerate—crucially, he treats their daughter well.

They once thought the couple was too old to have children, yet before long, they conceived, eventually having four, without breaching family planning, and with both a son and daughters. It’s fantastic.

And their younger daughter is flawless.

She’s beautiful, sensible, smart, and the most important—truly devoted to them, giving her whole heart.

Secretary An reflects on their current days, with children and grandchildren around them, a lively and thriving home, compared to the decades of cold and quiet before, and she feels a bit sentimental.

In the past, she and Zhang Heping never dared to dream of such a life.

They had resigned themselves to having no children of their own and even thought that when they were too old to move, they’d just take a dozen sleeping pills and sleep forever.

But now, she just wants to live life fully; this happy life is just too good to get enough of.

Furthermore, even Secretary An picked up Heping’s penchant for showing off.

When shopping with others, she boasts, ”My elder daughter bought me this, and I didn’t even like this piece of clothing because my son-in-law’s creations are far superior. He does run a clothing factory, yes, but he doesn’t give us clothes made by machines. Our clothes are all handmade by my son-in-law, using quality materials, and they’re so comfortable to wear.”

When others bring up their kids’ good grades, she has something to say too: ”Oh, I’d love to help my child with her studies, but my younger daughter’s just too sharp. I don’t know how her brain works; one read through a book and she gets it. She reads all the time, and now she’s almost done with the provincial library’s books. Finding more advanced books is a real chore. Her father and I have gone white-haired with worry over it.”

Pretty soon, no one wanted to spend time with her.

Mostly because she was just too infuriating.