Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 783: The Metamorphosis - The Transformed Form (25)

The woman's expression changed; she hadn't expected Song Zhishu to say that. She was about to lash out again, but when she met the girl's icy eyes, she wilted, hurriedly gave Chang Qing the money, and left with the child.

Song Zhishu detests people who hinder their child's healthy growth. It's common knowledge that children need encouragement, opportunities to try, and rewards to grow into towering trees.

Children at this age are eager to prove their self-worth.

Chang Qing always worked with a clumsy efficiency, quickly and steadily, but because of malnutrition, he looked short and small, and always seemed not very smart, and would mess everything up.

Song Zhishu's words in defense of him were rather harsh, but he felt a lump in his throat.

Chang Qing used to be arrogant and thought he was a strong person because he had suffered far more prejudice and insults than he had now. But he had never cried. Even now, when his nose felt sore, he would grit his teeth and swallow the tears back.

After meeting Song Zhishu, perhaps because he didn't like her and didn't care about him much, or perhaps because she understood him to a terrifying degree, he always liked to shed tears in front of her.

But now, he was desperately trying to hold back his tears. Tears would blur his vision and reduce his efficiency, but he didn't want that. He wanted to do this job with his head held high and let everyone know that Song Zhishu had a super capable assistant by his side!

He had never known before that swallowing tears could bring such happiness.

[Ding! Target's favorability +5, current favorability 50] Song Zhishu made quite a bit of money in the end; Chang Qing had never seen so much money before. She kept two or three children for herself. Sitting by the roadside, Song Zhishu would give away whichever child she liked, then dust off the lazy dust clinging to her white dress and tell Chang Qing she was going home.

At this time, the sun was just at its highest point. Chang Qing was huffing and puffing as he packed up his stall. When Song Zhishu tried to help, he put his hands on his hips and gruffly told Song Zhishu to stand still and not to come near.

Song Zhishu :)

My back doesn't hurt anymore when I'm standing and talking.

She took the money, bought some cold drinks, and left them in the sun for a while. When the temperature was just right, Chang Qing finished tidying up. He had just wiped his sweat when Song Zhishu handed him the drinks.

Chang Qing looked terrified, because he had never seen or tasted such a lavish drink before. But its colorful appearance resembled their family's pesticides, and he really dared not drink it.

Moreover, whether Song Zhishu did it on purpose or not, the drink she was drinking had a refreshing color and looked clean and healthy, while the one she gave him didn't look very proper.

But the moment his humble pleading gaze met Song Zhishu's dangerously upturned eyes, he grabbed her and, with the courage of a warrior cutting off his own arm, took a sip.

Then his eyes lit up, and he took Song Zhishu's hand, obediently following her with his head down. Along the way, he looked left and right, trying to find a pretty dress that would suit Song Zhishu—he thought this was Song Zhishu's next step.

The white ball couldn't help but ask, "Host, is this your obedience experiment? It's terrifying."

Song Zhishu sneered: Heh, yeah, if he had dared not answer just now, I would have really fed him pesticide.

White dumpling! [!!!]

The little white dumpling trembled in the corner, while Song Zhishu could only purse her lips and take another sip of her slightly sweet soda water in annoyance—couldn't she know what she was talking about? She gave Chang Qing a children's drink, which would make him grow taller, okay?! It was a full 50 cents more expensive than her own!

Let him pay it back in the form of 50 later.

Chang Qing was unaware that beneath Song Zhishu's cold and aloof expression, she was still resentfully tearing at Bai Tuanzi's chubby cheeks; she only felt that the drink in her hand was getting tastier and tastier.

The two of them didn't speak a word the whole way. Instead, Chang Qing, who had always been clueless about clothes and jewelry and only cared about getting things done, started picking and choosing the clothes in the market that he originally thought were glamorous.

—Hmm, this won't do! It's too plain! How can the adults in their family wear such simple clothes!

—This is too flashy! It doesn't suit our family's style at all!

—This is not bad—wait, why are the seams so bad?! Good heavens, and it's so expensive! I might as well just wash up and go to bed!

—These pieces of jewelry… Please, they’re just a bunch of cheap plastic and they’re so expensive! Even if they’re expensive, can’t they at least be made to look like something a person could wear?! Shouldn’t we try to get this ugly thing listed as a UNESCO World Heritage item in South Korea?

Chang Qing had originally been looking forward to the bustling market, but now that she saw it, she couldn't even find dresses and jewelry suitable for the adults in her family. Her impression of the market plummeted, and she even started to criticize it in her mind for the first time.

From Song Zhishu's perspective, Chang Qingdong was running around looking at other people's women's clothing—especially skirts—with covetous eyes and drooling desire.

She was startled: Had she raised him incorrectly?!

Regardless of their differing thoughts, Chang Qing was still dragged to a general merchandise store by Song Zhishu.

Chang Qing stared dumbfounded at the hardware and other miscellaneous items inside.

Song Zhishu had already released him and started negotiating with the boss.

Boss: "50."

Ah Shu: "Three yuan." Shopkeeper: "Deal."

Song Zhishu smiled, grabbed Chang Qing and left, ignoring the boss's calls.

A big question mark appeared on Chang Qing's small head.

He recalled that Song Zhishu had just asked the boss for a white light bulb.

Thinking of the embarrassing light bulb in his house, his face immediately turned red again, and he stammered, "You...you earn money to buy light bulbs?"

Song Zhishu didn't give him a look and walked straight ahead, but she did reply with a "hmm".

Chang Qing's heart clenched instantly, like the light rain after the sun has cleared, like the concentrated essence of a flower bud after it has reached its fullest, overflowing with abundance, yet also accompanied by a painful ache.

He hesitated, wanting to say something, but his initial enthusiasm for becoming Song Zhishu's assistant in choosing dresses waned.

He originally thought he had finally done something for Song Zhishu, but now it seems that he and his family are the ultimate beneficiaries.

This drastic change was devastating. He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I...we don't have to..."

"Really."

Chang Qing fell silent again.

Actually, for him, that light bulb was perfectly acceptable.

But it's mainly my grandfather.

As he got older, his eyesight deteriorated, and the old light bulb became an eyesore.

Chang Qing really wanted her grandfather to take out the money to buy a light bulb, but her grandfather always firmly refused, muttering, "It's still lit, why replace it!"

Chang Qing said too much, and both of them got angry.