Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

The next day, Jiang Jingzhi took Song Xianyin out for tea.

"I'm not going. I'm not interested in any of what you're talking about," Song Xianyin said, lying on the bed.

Jiang Jingzhi sat on the edge of the bed, her voice somewhat downcast: "Ayin, Mom finally has some time to spend with you, but you don't even want to go out and play with Mom."

Having no other choice, Song Xianyin got up and got dressed.

"Do you remember Aunt Qiu? She has twins, a boy and a girl. You used to love playing with them when you were little."

Song Xianyin was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open. She buried herself in Jiang Jingzhi's arms and remained motionless.

Jiang Jingzhi combed her hair and felt incredibly tender looking at her like this.

She patted her head: "That older brother has grown up now. I caught a glimpse of him last time, he's really handsome, he's your type."

"She's polite, a bit of a clean freak, and dresses really well. You girls these days would definitely like her."

Jiang Jingzhi took Song Xianyin's hand and prepared to leave, while Shen Qibai stood in the living room watching them.

He smiled and said, "Auntie, where are you going? Let me give you a ride."

Looking into Shen Qibai's smiling eyes, Song Xianyin lowered her head somewhat awkwardly.

I thought about her all night after that hug yesterday...

Jiang Jingzhi was in a good mood today, and her attitude towards Shen Qibai was much better as a result.

"Then I'll have to trouble Qi Bai."

He's a man too, so this is a good opportunity to let him see what that kid is like.

After getting into the car, Shen Qibai chatted with Jiang Jingzhi casually, while Song Xianyin remained silent.

Jiang Jingzhi looked at her with some concern: "Ayin, why aren't you saying anything? Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Xianyin choked up: "Mom, can't I have times when I don't want to talk?"

Seeing that she was losing face, Jiang Jingzhi smiled and coaxed her, "Okay, okay, Mom was wrong just now. Our Ayin can choose not to talk if she wants to."

They arrived at their destination shortly afterward. Aunt Qiu asked Song Xianyin a few questions, and then the adults gathered together to chat.

Song Xianyin was naturally sent to that so-called germaphobic boy's place.

The two sat facing each other, looking at each other blankly. The maid beside them poured tea for Song Xianyin, while the boy opposite them kept his eyes on her.

After the maid left, the boy flashed her his signature eight-tooth smile, put his hands on his lap, and shrugged: "Hi."

Song Xianyin stared blankly at him, holding her teacup, and forced a smile: "Hi."

I never expected Aunt Qiu's son to have such a Western style.

The boy fanned himself with his hand and looked around impatiently: "These adults are so annoying. They're having a great time chatting, but they don't even know if we know each other."

He looked at Song Xianyin, waiting for her answer. Song Xianyin gave a dry smile and nodded.

This was the first time she had met someone with this kind of personality; it was quite unique, and she didn't know how to react.

Shen Qibai listened quietly to the conversation between Jiang Jingzhi and Aunt Qiu. The purpose of their visit was already clear, and everyone knew it.

He stared intently at the two people not far away. The boy was posing flirtatiously. He couldn't see Song Xianyin's expression, but he could sense that she was smiling.

Shen Qibai looked away and took a sip of tea.

“Our Ayin is always clinging to her brother. He must be so annoyed by her. She’s such a clingy person.” Jiang Jingzhi smiled as she looked at Shen Qibai.

Shen Qibai's eyes curved into a smile: "No, Ayin is very cute."

Jiang Jingzhi naturally liked it when others praised her daughter, and when she heard Shen Qibai say this, the smile in her eyes deepened.

Aunt Qiu covered her mouth and smiled: "It's normal for Ayin to stick to such a handsome brother."

The boy was just about to drink his tea when he got burned by the teacup. He kept spitting out gasps and cursing, "You idiots, what's wrong with you? I burned my hand!"

He raised his pinky finger and rolled his eyes at the maid next to him. The maid wasn't afraid of him and just smiled secretly.

The boy snorted, blinked, and suddenly took Song Xianyin's hand.

His movements were so fast that Song Xianyin didn't even have time to react.

"Hey sis, where did you get your nails done? They look so pretty!" He said, his eyes sparkling.

Song Xianyin: ?

She paused for a moment, then said, "I'll push it to you."

Then Shen Qibai watched as that person held hands with Song Xianyin and added her on WeChat.

"Our child is a little special," Aunt Qiu said somewhat embarrassedly.

“Our daughter dresses like a boy all the time, and she even has that kind of wolf tail hairstyle. Girls often ask for her WeChat.”

"As for our son, Jingzhi, you've seen him too. He likes girls' things, like wearing skirts, getting manicures, and putting on makeup."

Jiang Jingzhi's smile froze. She forced a laugh and said, "Kids these days are so individualistic. But times have changed, so this is normal."

Aunt Qiu nodded: "Jingzhi, I'm also very anxious because this child has no interest in the company at all, doesn't want to learn anything, and just wants to stay at home."

She patted Jiang Jingzhi's hand: "But don't misunderstand, he likes girls, he doesn't like boys, he always says boys are too smelly."

Jiang Jingzhi looked at Aunt Qiu's face with some surprise: "No wonder your skin has been so good lately. Did your son take you to do some treatment?"

Aunt Qiu's attention was immediately diverted, and her smile grew wider: "That's right, I'll take you there next time, to that place..."

Seeing Jiang Jingzhi's performance, Shen Qibai silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Jingzhi didn't have any problem with this kind of guy; after all, everyone has their own style.

But if that's the case, wouldn't Ayin be under a lot of pressure? He can't even earn money, and he can't have children. She's going to marry into the family, but she also needs to be able to help relieve Ayin's pressure.

This boy is great as a friend or a lover, but she doesn't think he'd be suitable as a romantic partner.

As the car drove away, Aunt Qiu slapped the boy.

"Look at you, you say you want a prettier girl, but you're not proactive at all."

“Ayin’s family is very good. Our two families know each other well. Your Aunt Song and Uncle Song are also good people. If you marry into their family, no one will bully you.”

The boy turned his head away arrogantly: "I like mature, older women. I don't like women shorter than me."

Aunt Qiu looked at him with a complicated expression: "That kind of girl would be interested in you? You can't even protect her."

The boy looked at his mother in disbelief and said in a high-pitched voice, "Mom, you and I are not weaklings."

Aunt Qiu's ears hurt a little from hearing his voice: "In my opinion, you shouldn't be a live-in son-in-law. Your standards are too high. You should be a rooster and crow every morning."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The boy screamed and ran away. He had had enough of his family of origin. Every minute he spent there, he was being oppressed by them!