Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Jiang Jingzhi knew everything Shen Qibai did in the United States. Shen Qibai did surprise her, but that was all.

She never even considered handing Ayin over to him.

How could she possibly entrust Ah Yin to such a paranoid person?

As time went by, Song Xianyin gradually got used to her work, and she went from being unfamiliar with it at the beginning to being very proficient at it now.

Looking at Song Xianyin on the stage, Jiang Jingzhi's eyes were full of pride. She knew that her Ah Yin was the best.

Song Xianyin was born prematurely, and her health was poor from birth. Before starting kindergarten, she spent almost every day in the hospital.

The child was so small, with needle marks all over his hands. Jiang Jingzhi was extremely busy, running between the hospital and the company every day.

As she grew up, she learned to walk much slower than other children her age, and she often failed her elementary school exams, but Jiang Jingzhi never thought she was inferior to other children.

She taught and praised Song Xianyin at the same time, and Song Xianyin's grades improved, but her personality became worse and worse. She would hit people if they said anything to her, and those parents often complained to the teacher about her.

But Jiang Jingzhi also felt that this was a good thing, so that she wouldn't be bullied when she grew up.

The secretary smiled and said, "Miss really does have the same demeanor as Madam did back then."

Jiang Jingzhi's eyes curved into a smile: "Ayin is much better than I was back then."

Ayin deserves the best things in the world, and she won't let that madman hurt her.

The more she learned about Shen Qibai's affairs in America, the more she felt she couldn't let that madman get close to Ayin.

I heard that Aunt Qiu's son has broken up with his girlfriend again. He cries at home every day and keeps cursing the bad woman.

Aunt Qiu couldn't stand it, so she asked Song Xianyin to find him some work at the Song family business so he wouldn't be so idle every day.

At first, Song Xianyin arranged for Qiu Xingyi to work as a courier, and his daily task was to send and receive packages.

It was such a simple task, yet he still managed to send the package to the wrong address, causing his colleagues in the department to complain endlessly.

That wasn't all; he was crying in his office, his sobs getting louder and louder. He didn't do anything but tell the other employees his love story.

Having no other choice, Song Xianyin had to arrange for him to stay by her side.

Qiu Xingyi did the same thing to Song Xianyin as before, but when Song Xianyin didn't give him the reaction he wanted, he slowly stopped talking.

Qiu Xingyi, dressed in a skirt and walking into the office with a "clack clack clack" of high heels, chuckled at the exhausted Song Xianyin and extended her delicate finger: "I can beat you in a second."

He sat down in front of her and asked, bored, "Why do you think I, who's so beautiful, always get dumped?"

He looked at his freshly done manicure, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.

Song Xianyin replied dismissively, "Maybe it's because you're too beautiful."

Qiu Xingyi was scrolling through his WeChat Moments when he suddenly started screaming. He jumped around on the spot: "They only broke up a few days ago, and she's already dating this pretty boy?!"

"This poached chicken and stick insect are so short and thin, they break as soon as you bend them!"

He shook Song Xianyin's shoulders vigorously: "Ahhhhh I'm not convinced! Why did I lose to a man like this?"

"Song Xianyin, tell me, is he more beautiful or am I?"

Seeing Qiu Xingyi who was about to go crazy with anger, Song Xianyin choked up: "You're beautiful, he's handsome, okay?"

"He's handsome my foot! I'm a million times more handsome than him in men's clothes! So, sister, you like this kind of man...?"

Qiu Xing couldn't take it anymore, and he buried his face in his arms on the table and cried bitterly.

Song Xianyin was used to it and focused on her work. Since Qiu Xingyi came, she felt that her concentration had improved a lot.

"I don't care, they're going out for dinner tonight, you're coming with me!"

Qiu Xingyi's competitive spirit kicked in; he wanted to show her that he could be handsome too.

As soon as she got off work, Qiu Xingyi immediately dragged Song Xianyin to get her hair and makeup done.

He whispered to Song Xianyin, "Don't do it anymore. You look just right now, all tired. If you stand next to me, people will definitely think you're very rich."

Song Xianyin: ...

Song Xianyin watched Qiu Xingyi pick out a suit and realized for the first time that there were so many styles of suits. She looked at the dark gray suit in the middle and suddenly felt that it would suit Shen Qibai.

Song Xianyin was almost asleep waiting when Qiu Xingyi finally made her choice.

He was wearing a sharp white suit and a neat tie. He had taken off his wig and combed his hair back, which made his features look even more refined.

Song Xianyin's eyes met Qiu Xingyi's in the mirror. Qiu Xingyi looked wary and tightened his suit: "Don't fall in love with me. I like mature women."

Song Xianyin's face darkened. Who would like him? She already had someone she liked.

The thought of Shen Qibai made Song Xianyin feel depressed again. When would she be able to see him again?

Upon arriving at the hotel, Qiu Xingyi suddenly became nervous.

"Take my arm." Qiu Xingyi took a deep breath. "You're my new lover now, so you'd better show your strength later."

Song Xianyin nodded vigorously.

As soon as they entered the restaurant, they saw the woman with curly hair and red lips in the middle kiss the little puppy next to her.

Song Xianyin clearly felt Qiu Xingyi's body stiffen.

Before Song Xianyin could react, Qiu Xingyi yelled and ran towards the table.

"You vixen, get out!" Qiu Xingyi was so angry that her face turned red.

The waiter next to him looked at him helplessly, and all eyes were on Qiu Xingyi.

“You…” Qiu Xingyi’s hand trembled as he pointed at the woman.

The woman raised an eyebrow at him: "Qiu Xingyi, didn't you say that if you contacted me again you'd be a dog? What are you doing now?"

Qiu Xing was so angry she could hardly breathe: "You actually like this kind of trash? Your taste is getting worse and worse."

He grabbed Song Xianyin from beside him: "Do you know her? She's my girlfriend, the head of the Song Group. Can you compare to her?!"

Song Xianyin looked at him with a complicated expression, while Qiu Xingyi cried out and shed tears, her momentum immediately diminishing.

The woman scoffed, staring intently at Qiu Xingyi: "What, does she also wear high heels to step on you?"

Song Xianyin almost choked on her breath. She tugged at Qiu Xingyi, "He didn't say any of that."

In the end, Qiu Xingyi was severely humiliated, and he ran out of the restaurant crying.

Song Xianyin had a terrible headache, every single day.

"I'll call a car to take you home," Song Xianyin said, looking at Qiu Xingyi who was squatting on the ground.

Qiu Xing also cried uncontrollably, "Why, why doesn't she like me..."

Song Xianyin sighed and squatted down in front of him: "It's okay. You're so beautiful, why don't you find another older sister?"

Qiu Xing buried her head in her knees and choked out, "Sister isn't so easy to find."

In a corner of the flowerbed, a bright, brief light suddenly flashed in the darkness. The flowerbed stirred slightly, and the black object quickly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Song Xianyin turned her head in confusion, but found nothing.

United States.

"The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please..."

Shen Qibai hung up the phone, looking at the photo in his hand with an unreadable expression.

Something evil has appeared around her again...