Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

Once the money was in his account, Liang Qinghe didn't want to stay a minute longer.

"Shuntian, let's go home."

"Okay, Brother Qinghe."

Yang Shuntian was strong; he carried the person and wheelchair down the steps and pushed them away.

This action startled Liang Qinghe.

He acted as if nothing was wrong and laughed, "Hehe, I'm not good at studying, but I have a lot of strength."

Huo Jingchen caught up from behind, trying to block their path:

"Qinghe, Qinghe, I was wrong. Please forgive me this time. You can't leave me..."

Huo Jingchen's memory has been in disarray lately. The kindness and love Liang Qinghe showed him over the years, the hardships and sweetness they experienced, all seemed to have happened just yesterday.

Liang Qinghe in front of him was expressionless, so cold that it frightened him.

I prayed countless times that this was just a nightmare.

When he woke up, his Qinghe was still fast asleep in his arms, and his son was still lying obediently in his crib.

He would get up and make breakfast with his son, waiting for Qinghe to get up so they could eat together.

Perhaps they would return to that small courtyard and live a hard life, but this is what Huo Jingchen longs for now.

He didn't want his current life; he just wanted to be with Liang Qinghe.

Over the past decade, he seemed to be blinded by the prosperity of the big city, with his mind and eyes only focused on money and fame.

He desperately wanted to succeed, to prove he wasn't a burden, and to stand at the top of the pyramid in this city.

I don't know when, but she actually started to dislike his gentle and quiet nature, and even forgot about him and his child in that dilapidated little courtyard.

By the time he finally realized his mistake, ten years had passed, and Huo Jingchen hated himself.

He knelt down with a thud, grabbed Liang Qinghe's trouser leg, and begged humbly:

"I was really wrong. You can hit me or scold me, just don't... don't abandon me."

Huo Jingchen looked up, his fair and smooth face covered with tear stains, and the dark circles under his eyes showed that he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

In near despair, he gripped Liang Qinghe's trouser leg so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Please, you said...we would be alright, Qinghe. I was young and naive before, but now I know I was wrong. I can't live without you..."

"Get away from me! Don't touch my dad!"

Liang Yuchen, who had been hiding in the bushes for a while, could no longer hold back and ran out to push Huo Jingchen down.

She stood protectively in front of Liang Qinghe, glaring angrily at the man in the expensive suit on the ground.

Chi Xing stayed close to him, his eyes filled with disdain as he looked at Huo Jingchen.

Akahoshi looks down on this kind of person. If it were him, even if he had amnesia, he would definitely fall in love with Ayu again. Even if there was no love, he would not watch his benefactor suffer.

Liang Qinghe is Huo Jingchen's benefactor. Even if he is under the spell of forgetting love and has forgotten the love between them, does that mean that the help he received before did not exist?

It is a fact that Huo Jingchen received help from Liang Qinghe, and if he had any conscience, he should repay Liang Qinghe's kindness.

Instead of leaving without looking back, even though she knew he was unwell.

When Huo Jingchen saw Liang Yuchen's appearance, he was first delighted, then felt guilty.

"Chenchen, do you still remember me? I am your father. When you were little, do you remember when your father played with you?"

Liang Yucheng's eyes were red-rimmed, and she said angrily, her neck stiff:

"I have no father, so get out!"

The man who gently coaxed him to sleep in his memory had long since changed. Liang Yucheng had suffered far too much. The only thing he remembered was the resolute back view of the man leaving in front of him.

On that cold night, his father held him and cried for a long, long time. Liang Yuchen felt resentful; he resented his father for being heartless.

Liang Yucheng didn't turn around, and quickly pushed Liang Qinghe away.

"Chenchen."

Liang Qinghe called out, still feeling uneasy.

Shuntian said in a low voice, "Don't worry, Brother Qinghe, with the boss here, Xiaochen will be fine."

The boss he was referring to was Akahoshi, because Akahoshi was the one who recruited him, so he called Akahoshi Boss.

Liang Qinghe sighed: "Never mind, the child has grown up, I should trust him."

Huo Jingchen tried to chase after him, but several bodyguards came and blocked his way.

“Chenchen, your father has been wrong all these years. Your father will make it up to you. Let me talk to your father.”

“I told you, I have no father. Now that you’ve paid off your debts, we should go our separate ways and stay far away from us.”

"Just like those ten years, don't bother my dad anymore."

After Liang Yucheng finished speaking, he turned around and chased after Liang Qinghe.

Chi Xing glanced coldly at Huo Jingchen and lowered her voice:

"Mr. Huo, you are the one who is blinded by greed and betrays your promises. What right do you have to ask for forgiveness now?"

If it weren't for me, they, father and son, would have died long ago. For the rest of their lives, they should atone for their sins.

Back home, Chi Xing saw Liang Yuchen with red eyes, still trying to comfort Liang Qinghe.

In contrast, Liang Qinghe acted as if nothing had happened, opening his phone and placing it in front of Liang Yucheng, revealing a total of five million yuan inside.

"Chenchen, don't be sad. We have money now. You can help Dad pay back Xiaoxing. If it's not enough, we'll think of something when Dad gets better."

Compared to romantic relationships, Liang Qinghe just wanted to pay off the money as soon as possible so that Chenchen wouldn't have to work so hard in the future.

Akahoshi heard this as soon as he entered the room and interrupted:

"Don't worry, Uncle. I plan to start a business with Ayu in the future. It's not too late to pay it back then. Ayu will definitely be able to pay it back."

Liang Yucheng nodded: "Yes, these are compensation for Dad. You can use them yourself."

Unable to refuse them, Liang Qinghe asked Shuntian to buy more good food and treat them to a nice meal that evening.

A few days later, Akahoshi celebrated his eighteenth birthday.

His parents haven't come home yet, and his older brother and sister are away on business trips, but they've all sent him gifts.

My brother gave me a large apartment in the city center, my sister gave me a limited-edition top-of-the-line sports car, my father transferred 100 million yuan as start-up capital, and my mother gave me a jewelry store.

Chi Xing ate at Liang Qinghe's place, and Liang Qinghe and Yang Shuntian personally made a cake to celebrate for Chi Xing.

He made an appointment with Liang Yucheng to go see his new house together.

Below lay the bustling cityscape of City A. Standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, Liang Yucheng gazed at the hustle and bustle below, feeling uneasy. His gift, it seemed, was not enough.

"So, do you like this house?"

Chi Xing came out of the kitchen, carrying two glasses of juice, and handed one to Liang Yucheng.

After touring the house, Liang Yucheng took a box out of her backpack.

"This is for you, Star. Happy birthday."

Chi Xing took the box and placed another box in front of Liang Yuchen.

"I knew you would bring me a gift. This is a belated birthday present for you, since you wouldn't see me on your birthday."

That winter break, he chased Xingxing away from the alley. Liang Yucheng felt a little ashamed, but he didn't regret it. That place was never meant for Xingxing.

Upon opening the box, he found a black checkered tie that Liang Yucheng had given him.

Akahoshi gave her a ring inlaid with emeralds.