Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 238 Please Let Me Free a Meal 7

Gao Zeming took Song Xianyin to a banquet.

The bodyguards also took this banquet very seriously, and they would check on Song Xianyin's reaction from time to time.

With so many talented young men around, Ms. Song probably won't be thinking about her ex-boyfriend anymore.

That ex-boyfriend was a complete jerk, poor and stingy. It was the first time in their lives they had ever met such a low-class man.

Everyone else at the banquet was silently watching Song Xianyin, speculating about her relationship with Gao Zeming.

"Mr. Gao." A man walked towards Gao Zeming.

Gao Zeming glanced at the man in front of him and introduced him to Song Xianyin: "Feng Cun, the eldest son of the Feng family. He is still pursuing his doctorate, but he already has his own company. Miss Song, what do you think of him?"

Feng Cun glanced at Song Xianyin and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Mr. Gao acted as if he were introducing a male model to this young lady, letting her inspect the goods first.

Song Xianyin nodded: "Indeed, very outstanding."

Gao Zeming smiled and said, "Everyone here is much better than him, Miss Song. You've been fooled by him."

“But his family isn’t well-off, and he’s already worked very hard to get to where he is today.” Song Xianyin looked at him earnestly.

Gao Zeming smiled, but it wasn't a happy smile anymore; it was a speechless smile.

He led Song Xianyin forward, pointing to the person making a phone call in the corner: "Miss Song, he is the same age as you. He is an orphan and only went to elementary school, but he has already come this far."

Isn't this person more ambitious than her ex-boyfriend?

Seeing Song Xianyin remain silent, Gao Zeming advised, "Miss Song, there are so many men in the world, why must you insist on having him?"

And he simply couldn't understand why she cried every day because of that man.

Song Xianyin wiped away her tears: "Mr. Gao, perhaps you are right."

“Of course I’m right, Miss Song.” Gao Zeming sighed. “Only after you leave his protective umbrella will you realize that it wasn’t raining at all outside.”

So stop saying he saved her.

By this time, the savior, Song Xuanran, had already returned to his hometown.

After taking the subway, high-speed rail, Didi (ride-hailing service), car, and motorcycle, Song Xuanran finally arrived at the place he remembered.

The weather here is different from that in City A. The roads are all muddy, sticky and wet, and his trouser legs are completely covered in it.

The road that wasn't repaired when I was a child is still not repaired, but the crops in front of the house are exactly the same as before.

As soon as Song Xuanran got off the motorcycle, the surrounding villagers' eyes immediately focused on him, and everyone was whispering and discussing.

"Grandma!" Song Xuanran pushed open the wooden door and called out to her.

An old woman descended the wooden stairs shakily; her skin had the dullness of someone near death, and the dark purple veins were clearly visible.

"Xuanxuan, what brings you here..." the old woman said, though she didn't seem particularly excited due to her sluggishness.

She looked behind Song Xuanran: "Where's Yinyin?"

Song Xuanran took a bite of the orange on the table and grimaced from the sourness: "What's she doing here? This place isn't fun."

Grandma's lips trembled slightly as she leaned on her cane: "Even if it's not fun, you can still come and take a look. She loved playing here when she was little."

"Grandma, you know she's grown up now, and it's not convenient for her to take a bath or use the toilet here."

Song Xuanran pushed open the door to the room.

Grandma followed behind him, her steps unsteady: "Is there anything inconvenient? Can't you take a bath?"

"The crack in that piece of wood is so big, I can wash it myself, but how is a girl supposed to wash it?"

Song Xuanran searched for a long time but couldn't find his old, dead father.

"Where's Song the Rat?"

Grandma stood beside him, unable to hear very clearly, but she understood what Song Xuanran was asking. She rambled on, "Your father went to play cards with your Uncle Li last time, and then they got into a fight. Your father can't walk now and is lying upstairs..."

"Oh dear, you and Yinyin should come and see him too. After all, he is your father."

Song Xuanran went straight upstairs and, sure enough, saw the old man lying on the only Simmons mattress in the house.

He grabbed Song's father, intending to carry him on his back, hoping that at least he and Song Xianyin could earn some money before he died.

Grandma shouted from downstairs, "Don't touch your father! If you do, he'll die! We don't have the money to treat him!"

Sure enough, Song's father spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed directly on Song Xuanran. He coughed incessantly, as if he were coughing himself to death.

Song Xuanran quickly covered his mouth, worried that it might be some kind of contagious disease and he might catch it.

"Grandma, what's wrong with him? Is it an infectious disease?!"

He could hear his grandmother saying something downstairs, but he couldn't make out a single word.

He frowned as he went downstairs, and his grandmother was looking at him with her cloudy eyes: "I told you not to touch him."

Song Xuanran leaned closer to look at his grandmother's eyes and frowned: "Grandma, why do your eyes look grayish?"

"What gray... gray?" Grandma didn't understand, she was just holding a jar of pickled vegetables.

"It's white, it looks so strange."

"That's how it is when you get old, I can't see clearly anymore..." Grandma coughed.

"Take this pickled cabbage back for Yinyin to eat; she likes it."

Song Xuanran refused: "She doesn't like to eat it anymore. You should also eat less pickled cabbage. It's been reported on the news that eating too much of this kind of vegetable is not good."

Grandma scolded, "What's wrong with it? I've eaten like this my whole life and I'm still alive."

Song Xuanran felt that it was the right thing to not let Song Xianyin come back. If she had come back, she would definitely be crying by now.

She's a fool who's easily swayed by the elderly.

But he was much more hard-hearted.

"Stop talking, stop talking. I'm leaving now. Take good care of him. Call me when he's better and I'll pick him up." Song Xuanran slung his bag over his shoulder.

If we bring it back now, what if it has some kind of infectious disease and infects him and Song Xianyin?

"Your grandfather hasn't come back yet, wait a bit before you go." Grandma followed him with difficulty.

"What am I waiting for? We don't get along. He almost beat me to death before."

Grandma stopped talking. She took a plastic bag out of her clothes, then opened it with trembling hands, preparing to take out some money.

Song Xuanran rolled her eyes at her actions: "Don't do this, I don't want your money."

Grandma said softly, "It's for Yinyin."

"Come on, you used to steal her tuition money."

Song Xianyin was going to school, and whenever she had free time, she would go to the street to hand out flyers. As a result, the old man gave the money that Song Xianyin had worked so hard to save to that old geezer, and he gambled it all away in just one hour.

If they spoil this son so much, then let them spoil him for life. Anyway, he and Song Xianyin will never care about them.

"Let's go," Song Xuanran said to the motorcycle driver.

Grandma watched their retreating figures all alone, then lowered her head and wiped away her tears.