Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

"Then let's go, let's take Youyou with us."

He didn't want his younger brother to suffer anymore. His parents didn't want his brother, but he did. He could always sell all the paintings and still earn money by painting.

"Okay, don't worry, your brother is very capable too."

Akahoshi rubbed his head and went to pack his things; they would be leaving soon.

Si Youning was already packing his things in his room. He had just received news that Chixing would be leaving with his brother later, and he would definitely be going with them.

Despite Zhou Wanyi and the other woman's dark expressions, Si Youning didn't respond with a single word, and their cursing eventually subsided.

When Si Youning came to the Si family home, Gu Xu'an was called to the study by his parents. He thought that Si Yucheng might have said something.

If the Gu family objects, then he will go live with his brother at the Chi family's house.

After packing, Si Youning took his suitcase downstairs to Si Ningyu's room, just as Chi Xing came out with Si Ningyu.

"Are you all packed? Did you bring all of your brother's things?" Si Youning asked.

Chi Xing nodded. Actually, there was no need to take too much; he had already prepared new ones for Si Ningyu.

The Chi family home is very large; the entire second floor is occupied by the two of them, while Si Youning can live on the third floor.

The studio on the second floor was even larger than the one in the Si family's house. Chi Xing had also prepared a gallery for Si Ningyu to display her works. The space was large enough to accommodate all of Si Ningyu's paintings.

“Go get my painting,” Si Ningyu said.

“Okay, but you don’t need to sell paintings, I have money.” Si Youning knew that his brother had an alias called “Wang Shu”.

It's a very gentle name, but the paintings it produces are abstract and possess a unique visual rhythm.

It has sold for very good prices before, with one of its paintings even attracting some wealthy foreign families to compete for it, ultimately fetching a seven-figure price.

This talented painter only released a few paintings before disappearing from public view. Some say he went into seclusion to prepare for an exhibition, while others say he died in an accident.

In short, there were many different opinions in the circle. Si Youning knew it was her brother but didn't say anything. She just followed her classmates and praised him with admiring eyes in art appreciation class.

Sometimes I feel overjoyed inside, because such an outstanding person is his brother, his own brother.

When he saw the pen name on the painting, Akahoshi raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that as expected of his Ayu, no matter how harsh her upbringing, she could become an outstanding person.

The identity arranged by the system and the Heavenly Dao would naturally have no loopholes, so Chixing learned about the circle of people she studied in on the plane back.

Wang Shu may not be very well-known in China, but his paintings have long been collected by wealthy families abroad.

It's not just about painting skills; throughout history, rarity has been a key factor in value. Only when something is scarce and commands a high price can it be considered a collectible.

Akahoshi helped pack up the paintings: "Don't sell them, keep them for future exhibitions."

Ayu's paintings are all the best. Even if there is an art exhibition, Akahoshi will not sell them. If he really wants to sell them, he will buy them himself.

Si Ningyu had no objections, and Si Youning carefully packed the painting away.

The two houses are not far apart; it takes a few minutes to walk from the main gate to the gate of the Akahoshi house.

As she came downstairs, Zhou Wanyi rushed out of the kitchen and questioned her sharply:

Where are you taking Xiaoyu?

"Of course I'm coming with you. Do you expect me to listen to you arguing every day?" Si Youning completely turned against them and no longer held back her words.

If my brother wants to leave, no one can stop him.

Without saying a word, Zhou Wanyi raised her hand and slapped Si Youning's face, where the red marks had just faded.

This time, Si Youning didn't just stand there and take the beating. He raised his hand, grabbed Zhou Wanyi's wrist, and said coldly:

“I am no longer a member of the Si family, you have no right to hit me.”

After saying that, he shook off her hand.

Si Ningyu did not stop Si Youning's actions, just as he could not stop Zhou Wanyi from beating and scolding Si Youning.

I could only interrupt Zhou Wanyi to finish her sentence:

"Mom, I'm all grown up now, I can leave home."

Fearing she might take her anger out on others, Si Ningyu said earnestly, "No one taught me to be bad; I'm just like this by nature. My brother is a good person, so please don't disturb his life anymore."

"What's wrong with you? Xiaoyu, you're still sick. How can Mom feel at ease letting you go out alone like this?"

She completely ignored Si Youning and Chi Xing, as if those two were the greatest danger.

These words lessened Si Ningyu's guilt somewhat; perhaps he should have taken his younger brother and left this family long ago.

He thought that once he was gone, they would love his younger brother more. At this moment, Si Ningyu sighed deeply.

Before he could get emotional again, Chi Xing pulled Si Ningyu outside.

"Ayu, let's go. I've had someone prepare dinner for you. We won't eat here."

The group walked quickly, carrying their luggage without slowing down. Si Youning turned around and said:

"Oh, right, we still have some luggage. We'll have someone come and pick it up another day."

Zhou Wanyi didn't understand why things had turned out this way, and she cried out Si Ningyu's name from behind.

"What will happen to your mother if you leave? Si Ningyu, don't you want your mother anymore?"

Upon hearing this, Si Ningyu stopped in her tracks, but couldn't help turning back to hug Zhou Wanyi.

His voice choked with emotion: "Mom, I don't want you to keep suffering like this. You've been so tired all these years, and my brother and I are tired too. If this continues, I really will die."

He spoke his last words in a breathy voice, very softly, yet they struck his mother's heart with a heavy blow.

Zhou Wanyi held her frail child, just as she had held her tiny baby alone in the delivery room years ago.

Her child was pitiful; he was born skin and bones, and even his cries were as soft as a kitten's.

At that time, she was filled with hatred for Si Yucheng, and she told herself that she would give this child the best in the future.

After having her second child, she repeatedly told herself that even if she had to be biased, she could only favor Xiaoyu, because her Xiaoyu had suffered so much.

Zhou Wanyi wiped away Si Ningyu's tears as she cried, saying anxiously, "Mom was wrong. Xiaoyu will definitely be healthy and live to be a hundred years old."

Si Ningyu patted her on the back:

“I will come back to see you when I have time. I’m all grown up now, and Mom should have her own life. If, if Mom has to get a divorce, I will choose you.”

"As for my younger brother, he is mine, you don't need to worry about him, and please don't interfere in his affairs in the future."

As Zhou Wanyi watched the group leave, tears streamed down her face. She felt as if she had made many mistakes.

Zhou Wanyi's parents had always beaten and scolded her since she was a child. Over the years, she believed that money was the most important thing. Compared to her mother, Zhou Wanyi thought that what she had done to Si Youning was nothing.

She fed and clothed Si Youning well and gave him so much money, never expecting things to turn out this way.

Si Yucheng went out again, leaving Zhou Wanyi alone at the dining table tonight.

Gu family.

Gu Xu'an came out of the study, but couldn't find his wife anywhere. The sky had fallen.

"Uncle Chen, where's Youning? Where did he go?"