Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 49 That Cannon Fodder in a Male-Oriented Novel 4

Pei Qizhan felt his palm was a little wet, and he frowned: "Don't lick me."

Song Xianyin frowned and cried even more aggrievedly.

Pei Qizhan frowned as he looked at her. Song Xianyin was the most vicious person he had ever met, and also the most adept at feigning pitifulness.

"I told you not to mess with me."

He released his hand from her mouth, a shadow of gloom flashing in his eyes: "Do you think your aunt would be sad if you died? After all, she has a son."

Finally able to breathe fresh air, Song Xianyin gasped for breath, her voice heavy with nasal congestion, and whispered, "Brother, I know I was wrong. Can you let me out?"

Her eyes were red and swollen, and her eyelashes were wet with tears. She looked incredibly pitiful.

She had been crying so hard that her voice was a little hoarse. She coughed and rubbed her hand against Pei Qizhan's: "Ayin was just teasing you."

Pei Qizhan looked at her intently: "Are you kidding me? Are you sure you don't want to kill me?"

Looking into her clear, bright eyes, Pei Qizhan momentarily believed that she actually knew she was wrong.

"Brother, Ah Yin's hand hurts so much." Song Xianyin looked at him with a wronged expression.

Pei Qizhan subconsciously loosened his grip, and Song Xianyin immediately felt the change in strength. She directly slammed into the wound on Pei Qizhan's abdomen, causing him to fall to the ground in pain.

"Pei Qizhan, you idiot!"

After saying that, Song Xianyin quickly ran away.

Looking at the wound on his abdomen, where blood was faintly visible, Pei Qizhan realized he was indeed a fool.

He quickly tended to his wound and went to the living room.

While Pei's father was eating breakfast, Lin Pianyue squatted down next to Pei Zilang and coaxed, "Zilang, be good, will you eat this?"

Pei Zilang shook his head impatiently, playing with the toy in his hand, showing no intention of opening his mouth.

Lin Pianyue wasn't angry and patiently coaxed, "Ah—"

Song Xianyin looked at Pei Zilang with disgust. What was the point of Pei Zilang's existence? He was so old and still needed to be fed. This kind of useless person should die.

Pei Qizhan sat in his seat, quietly eating his breakfast.

Lin Pianyue smiled at him: "Qi Zhan, you're up. What else would you like to eat? Auntie will make it for you."

Mr. Pei looked at her disapprovingly: "Why are you still calling me 'Auntie'? You're his mother."

Lin Pianyue lowered her head shyly: "It's not too late to call me Mom after Qi Zhan accepts me."

Seeing Pei Qizhan remain silent, Pei's father's face instantly turned cold.

He hasn't smiled at him once since his mother passed away; he always has this deadpan expression on his face.

"You come and don't even greet people? Who taught you manners?"

"Is it easy for your aunt to make breakfast for us so early in the morning? You didn't even say thank you."

Pei Zilang took a big bite with the spoon and sweetly said, "Thank you, Mom."

Lin Pianyue kissed Pei Zilang and looked at her father reproachfully, "Husband, Qi Zhan is still young. He'll be fine when he grows up."

Looking at Pei Zilang's smug expression, Song Xianyin's anger grew stronger. She found Pei Zilang's voice disgusting.

It was an insult to her ears.

At his age, she always walked to school by herself; her mother never took her to school, let alone fed her.

Pei's father's face darkened even more: "Pei Qizhan!"

Pei Qizhan looked at him quietly: "Is there no cook in the house?"

When did we have to make breakfast ourselves?

"Bang—" Enraged, Pei's father slammed the bowl onto the table.

Pei Zilang was so frightened that he started to cry. Lin Pianyue quickly comforted him, "Zilang, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

Seeing that Pei Qizhan didn't react, Pei's father cursed fiercely, "You're not eating today."

Pei Qizhan paused for a moment, then remained silent.

Let him eat his fill now.

He looked up at Song Xianyin across from him; she was watching him with a gloating smile on her face.

Pei Qizhan looked away and quietly ate what was in his bowl.

Soon it would be the old man's 70th birthday, which was also the day Song Xianyin hated the most.

She didn't like going to the old house; the people there didn't like her, and she didn't like them either.

When they set off, Pei's father, Lin Pianyue, and Pei Zilang rode in one car, while she rode in another with Pei Qizhan.

Song Xianyin didn't torment Pei Qizhan because she was just too tired.

She had a headache all night and didn't sleep well, and her mother woke her up early this morning to make her breakfast.

The driver noticed that Song Xianyin wasn't wearing her seatbelt and quietly reminded her, but Song Xianyin ignored him and continued sleeping.

The driver glanced cautiously at Pei Qizhan: "Young Master, could you please help Miss fasten her seatbelt?"

Pei Qizhan didn't speak, quietly looking out the window.

The driver sighed, got out of the car, and helped Song Xianyin fasten her seatbelt.

But after sitting for a short while, Song Xianyin unbuckled her seatbelt again; she didn't like anything restricting her.

The old house was far away, and Pei Qizhan was still a child, so he fell asleep in no time.

Suddenly, something hard hit his shoulder, and he opened his eyes in pain, only to find Song Xianyin's head resting on his shoulder.

Pei Qizhan looked at her coldly, then pushed the head off his shoulder. Song Xianyin wasn't wearing a seatbelt, so she fell to the side, her head slamming hard against the window.

"Wah—" Song Xianyin clutched her head and burst into tears from the pain.

The driver, at a loss, said, "Young master, please try to appease the young lady first. We can't stop the car now."

Pei Qizhan pretended not to hear, while Song Xianyin cried and cursed, "Why did you push me!"

Pei Qizhan sneered: "Who told you to come closer?"

"I didn't mean to..." Song Xianyin cried as she tried to get off the bus.

Pei Qizhan held her hand to stop her from moving. He didn't want her to die, since she was such a sickly person.

Pei Qizhan is really annoyed by Song Xianyin. How can there be such an annoying person in this world?

Song Xianyin kept crying, but Pei Qizhan showed no intention of comforting her. The driver, focused on the road ahead, dared not be distracted.

No one paid attention to her, and Song Xianyin didn't want to cry anymore.

She sobbed, "Pei Qizhan, you're no good. I have a mother who loves me, but you don't."

Pei Qizhan's eyes held a hint of mockery. Her mother loved her? That was not necessarily true.

But fearing she would go crazy again, he didn't say those words aloud.

She cried for a while and then fell asleep. She leaned on his shoulder, her hands tightly gripping his clothes, her breathing even and gentle.

Pei Qizhan impatiently withdrew his hand, and Song Xianyin groggily opened her eyes and fell to the side.

But after a short while, she rested her head on his shoulder again.

Pei Qizhan frowned as he looked at her. She looked really tired and was fast asleep. Her lips were slightly parted, and she looked much more pleasing to the eye than when she was awake.

"Mother……"

Hearing her muttering, Pei Qizhan suddenly became curious about Song Xianyin's reaction when she found out that Lin Pianyue didn't love her that much.