Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

After doing this, Si Ningyu stared intently at her phone. If it were a hacker intrusion, they should be able to see her problem.

Time passed slowly, but the phone remained silent.

"Could it be that I really remembered it wrong?" Si Ningyu murmured softly.

He sighed, sat down by the window, and continued drawing.

This is an oil painting, and the colors on it are his favorite. If the sky really turned into colors, it would look beautiful.

No, when did he change his clothes?

His memory was stuck in the early hours of the morning. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep, his mind filled with thoughts of how to escape from this place.

Si Ningyu shook her head, deciding to stop thinking about it and that there would always be a way.

Dark eyes lingered on the French windows, where the flowers below were in full bloom. Several gardeners carefully bent their heads and tended to the flower branches, cleaning up any slightly withered branches and leaves.

In my memory, this garden was always bright and sunny. Si Ningyu sat quietly in front of the French windows, holding a phone in one hand and a paintbrush in the other.

The gardener left at some point, and the sunlight shining on the flowers gradually shifted, slanting westward from the center until it could no longer be seen.

The east-facing floor-to-ceiling windows couldn't see the sunset, and as darkness approached, all the lights in Si Ningyu's room were turned on.

There was a knock on the door from the outside, three knocks in a regular pattern.

Then came the sound of a door opening, and a woman's soft voice said:

"Xiaoyu, are you coming downstairs for dinner? Mom has something to tell you."

As if she was already used to it, Si Ningyu took several minutes to stand up, not intending to go down and get in the way.

Out of the corner of her eye, Si Ningyu noticed the circled area on the calendar and wanted to ask about going to school.

"Okay, Mom."

Turning around to change her clothes, Si Ningyu walked to the mirror and suddenly remembered that she had already changed her clothes today, but her hair...

He reached behind him and touched himself, his fingers paused, and his heart pounded.

This, this definitely wasn't tied up by him.

With a flick of his fingers, he ripped the headband off, and his hair once again covered his ears.

He tossed the light blue hairband onto the counter, which was filled with all sorts of expensive jewelry. This hairband was also very expensive, but Si Ningyu didn't like it.

His favorite rubber bands were all taken away by Si Youning.

The first time, Si Youning said he didn't have a hair tie, so Si Ningyu kindly gave him the one from her wrist.

But that person was simply greedy, taking one item after another, and later even broke into his room and replaced all the decorations in his walk-in closet.

Si Ningyu took everything she liked, not even leaving her a brooch. The room was full of short hairbands and some cheap things that would break at the slightest touch.

Si Ningyu's hands were still trembling; a feeling of his territory being invaded made him feel suffocated.

He couldn't have used this hairband to tie his hair, so who would have tied it for him?

Could it be Si Youning?

How could he be so bad?

Si Ningyu habitually bit her lower lip, but when she saw it in the mirror, she quickly let go.

He is now suspected of having a mental illness and cannot harm himself, otherwise they will confirm his mental illness.

Si Ningyu tucked the hair behind her ears, gave herself a perfect smile in the mirror, and then turned and left.

The door opened easily today, so he's not locked up anymore. It seems his obedience is still effective, and his mother must still love him.

He told himself that he had to do well, and that as long as his mother believed he was a normal person, he would not be locked up again.

As soon as she came downstairs, she felt the gazes of several people on her, and Si Ningyu's fingers clenched slightly.

With a standard smile on his face, he greeted the group.

"Mom, Uncle Si."

"Eh." Si Yucheng was as taciturn as ever.

When Si Youning saw the smile on his face, her expression remained as unpleasant as ever.

Zhou Wanyi's smile was somewhat forced as she patiently repeated herself once more:

"Xiaoyu, sit down. You should call him Dad, not Uncle Si."

Si Ningyu simply nodded and smiled without replying. Everyone knew that he would definitely call him Uncle Si again next time.

Si Yucheng chuckled and said, "It's alright, let Xiaoyu shout if she wants to."

He reached out and filled a bowl with soup, placing it in front of Si Ningyu: "This soup was personally cooked by Daddy, Xiaoyu, please have a taste."

"Well, thank you uncle."

Si Ningyu politely thanked him, and when she met Si Youning's gaze, she maintained her smile without changing her expression.

"Why does my brother look so unhappy? Does he not welcome me to eat with him?"

Si Youning was taken aback by the question, and a forced smile appeared on his unpleasant face:

"How could that be? I'm overjoyed that you can come downstairs for dinner."

She then pushed the bowl in front of her and said in a spoiled tone, "Dad, you're being unfair. Why did you only serve soup to my brother and Mom? What about mine?"

Zhou Wanyi glared at Si Yucheng reproachfully:

"Serve the child first, I don't need yours for mine."

After saying that, she personally picked up Si Youning's bowl and said affectionately, "Mom is serving you. You're eighteen years old now, why are you still so affectionate?"

"No matter how old I am, I'm still my parents' child, and I just love to be pampered by my mom."

The atmosphere at the dining table immediately became lively. Si Ningyu sat quietly in her seat, watching the family of three chatting and laughing.

Si Youning is cute and adorable, just like the little dog he raised when he was a child before he transmigrated here.

It was just as well-behaved, and its smile was so sweet, but the puppy died not long after we got it.

It was taken away by his biological father. The puppy was so small; perhaps it was abandoned, or perhaps it was beaten to death.

Noticing his downcast expression, Si Youning used serving chopsticks to put a piece of food into Si Ningyu's bowl.

"Brother, eat more."

As if reminded by him, Zhou Wanyi remembered that Si Ningyu was sitting next to her, and quickly put some food on Si Ningyu's plate:

"Yes, Xiaoyu should eat more too."

Si Ningyu nodded with a smile, but felt a little sad inside.

It's as if it's saying: Look, even your mother needs me to remind her to remember you, you're really not a likable person.

Si Ningyu tightened his grip on the chopsticks and forced himself to eat the food that the others had put on his plate, as well as the soup that his stepfather had served him.

When Zhou Wanyi started talking about school, Si Ningyu, suppressing the churning in her stomach, smiled and said:

"Mom, I want to go to school. School starts the day after tomorrow. Can I go?"

The topic we discussed at noon was what Zhou Wanyi wanted to talk about, and she smiled gently:

“At lunchtime, Mom suggested that Dr. Wang come over and talk to you first, but Xiaoyu refused.”

Seeing that Si Ningyu's smile remained unchanged, Zhou Wanyi carefully spoke:

"How about I find you another tutor you like?"

Si Ningyu's eyes fell silent at a visible speed, as if they had lost all life.

"But I want to go to school like my brother, Mom. Aren't I your child?"

“How could it not be? You are all my children, Xiaoyu. I’m worried about you going to school. I love you very much.”