Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 348 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 43

Old Fu was packing his things early in the morning.

Song Qin had been awake for a while. She watched him pack his things silently, holding back her words.

Fu Zhiyi glanced at them when she left in the morning, but ignored them and left with her schoolbag on her back.

She no longer wanted to care about them.

Old Fu made a lot of noise while cleaning up. Usually, Song Qin would be at the factory by now, but because of this, she sat in the living room, lost in thought.

When Lao Fu came out to get the things, Song Qin decided to be the one to back down first: "Don't bother tidying up, let's eat something first."

Old Fu remained silent, simply packing his things, completely ignoring him.

Song Qin was silent for a moment, then walked to his side and forced a smile: "Even if you're going to leave, you should eat your fill before you go. What if you faint on the way?"

Old Fu never responded to her jokes, just like before.

Song Qin frowned, grabbed his luggage, and pretended to be angry: "Are you really leaving? Who will take care of you when you go home? Will anyone cook for you?"

Old Fu, with a stern face, pulled her hand away and continued packing his things.

Song Qin lost face and angrily shouted, "Fine, fine, go away, get out of here! You're always throwing tantrums at me like this!"

She said she left immediately after stepping out the door, and the door was slammed shut behind her.

Old Fu didn't even glance at her. In all the years they'd been together, he had never been threatened by Song Qin.

He hates it when people threaten her.

Old Fu packed his things and headed straight for the station. Song Qin thought he couldn't live without her, but that was a joke.

The class representative stood on the podium leading the reading, while the Chinese teacher walked around the classroom.

Fu Zhiyi was reading the text aloud, but she kept feeling a little short of breath.

I feel suffocated and can't breathe.

She secretly tugged at her tank top through her short-sleeved shirt.

But the relief only lasted a short while before he couldn't breathe again.

Fu Zhiyi barely listened to anything all day; she was in so much pain and didn't want to wear this restrictive thing at all.

During PE class, she felt so uncomfortable that she asked the PE teacher for leave.

She squatted on the toilet, pulled down her tank top, and her breathing finally returned to normal.

Her mother bought this for her when she was in sixth grade, and now that I think about it, it's been over a year.

Soon, the restroom became lively.

"Did you guys see that guy from the next class? He looks so good when he plays basketball."

"Pshaw, I don't think he's as good-looking as Li Junhao from our class."

"I hate the PE teacher. He always makes us run. What is he trying to do?"

Fu Zhiyi was in the toilet when someone pushed the door.

"Hey, is anyone inside?"

"Why does it take so long? There are only so many seats to begin with."

Upon hearing the sound, Fu Zhiyi hurriedly pulled up her vest, and that feeling of chest tightness returned.

She usually asks the teacher questions after class, but today she really wasn't in the mood and ran straight home as soon as school was over.

Only a dim light was on in the room. Song Qin sat silently in a chair, with several dishes on the table.

"mother!"

Song Qin forced a smile: "You're back. You must be tired."

"Mother, I feel uncomfortable in my chest." Fu Zhiyi frowned.

Song Qin's expression immediately turned worried: "Does your chest feel uncomfortable?"

"Hmm." Fu Zhiyi nodded, pointing to her chest: "It's too tight, I can't breathe."

Song Qin breathed a sigh of relief and playfully slapped her, saying, "You silly girl, you can't even speak clearly. I was worried something was wrong."

She tugged at Fu Zhiyi's little vest, frowning, "It seems too small. You eat first, and Mom will take you to the market to buy some later."

There's a clothing market near the vegetable market, underground. It's huge and closes very late every day. Fu Zhiyi bought all her clothes there.

While eating, Fu Zhiyi looked at Song Qin with some hesitation: "Mom, can I not wear this? It's really uncomfortable."

Song Qin patted her head: "Don't talk nonsense. What girl doesn't wear a bra? People will laugh at you if you don't."

Fu Zhiyi ate her meal in a sullen mood. Why make fun of her? Everyone has nipples, and those grown men don't wear clothes in the summer, they're all bare-chested.

After finishing their meal, Song Qin immediately took Fu Zhiyi to the clothing market, heading straight for the lingerie store.

"Who's buying underwear? Do you like these?" The shop owner asked, munching on sunflower seeds and leaning against the counter.

“Are you kidding me? Buying a little girl’s clothes?” Song Qin said.

The shop owner smiled and said, "We also have ones for little girls. They're inside. My daughter is wearing one of these. See if you like it, little sister."

Fu Zhiyi looked at the little vests with embarrassment.

"Which one do you like?" Song Qin asked Fu Zhiyi.

Fu Zhiyi said softly, "Any one will do."

"You can't just buy any old thing like that. Underwear is very important. If you don't buy it properly, you'll get sick." The shop owner continued eating sunflower seeds and greeting the customers who had just come in.

She pointed to the simpler lingerie on the shelf and said, "You can try those too, why do you have to wear a tank top?"

“Little girls should wear tank tops; those are for weddings,” Song Qin retorted.

The shop owner persisted, "No way! Those are all cute styles. Lots of little girls wear these now. Once they're developing properly, they can wear them."

She smiled and looked at Fu Zhiyi: "Your mother's thinking is not open-minded enough."

Song Qin hesitated and looked at Fu Zhiyi: "Would you like to give it a try?"

Before Fu Zhiyi could even nod, the shopkeeper immediately took the underwear off the shelf: "Try it on, see if the child likes it."

Fu Zhiyi was pushed behind the fitting room cloth.

She put it on somewhat shyly, only to find that the bottom was tightly fastened, but the top was empty.

She hesitated, looking at her underwear. This wasn't right, was it?

"Little sister, is this suitable?"

"That doesn't seem quite right," Fu Zhiyi replied.

The boss lifted the curtain and came in, frowning. "No way, how could it be unsuitable?"

Fu Zhiyi was startled and looked at her in horror.

"no, I'm fine……"

"It's alright, it's alright, little sister, you don't know how to put it on, let me take a look."

Fu Zhiyi's face turned bright red. Was this normal? She and Song Xianyin had never been this intimate before.

Even though the cup was empty, the boss was still lying through his teeth, saying it was just right.

Furthermore, they offered a price that Song Qin would turn around and leave at.

In the end, Song Qin still bought Fu Zhiyi a few new vests. Fu Zhiyi followed Song Qin home and didn't react for a long time.

She had just seen several older women change into their clothes right there in the store without even needing the fitting sheets, which startled Fu Zhiyi.

She doesn't want to buy here again next time.