Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

By midnight, Song Xianyin tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

The thought of her mother watching over that idiot as he slept made her furious.

Song Xianyin felt dizzy and lightheaded. She got out of bed and went to pour herself a glass of hot water.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Pei Qizhan coming upstairs.

Pei Qizhan stopped and looked at her with a frown.

“Pei Qizhan, you can’t come up here. You have to stay in the basement.” Song Xianyin stood on a step higher than him on the stairs, blocking his way.

Her mother didn't like her coming upstairs, and she didn't want to upset her mother.

Pei Qizhan looked at her coldly: "Get out of my way."

Seeing that he still dared to talk back, Song Xianyin was so angry that she cursed, "You have no mother, your father doesn't love you, you pathetic wretch, you idiot, you piece of trash!"

She pushed him hard, but now that she was sick, she posed no threat to him.

Pei Qizhan's expression grew increasingly grim. Looking at Song Xianyin, who seemed to wish him dead, Pei Qizhan shoved her hard.

Her head hit the wall with a sharp sound.

"Wah..." Song Xianyin cried out in pain.

She got up from the ground and bit Pei Qizhan's hand hard, as if she wanted to tear his flesh off. Pei Qizhan's brows furrowed immediately.

He pushed her, but instead of letting go, she pushed harder and harder.

The nanny, who had just come out of the room, saw this and was startled. She rushed over and pulled Song Xianyin away.

Song Xianyin cried and screamed, and the nanny had to pull her away while being careful not to hurt her.

"Miss, please let go!" The nanny was sweating profusely with anxiety.

After finally managing to pull Song Xianyin away, Song Xianyin started cursing and kicking Pei Qizhan.

Pei Qizhan looked at the bloody wound on his hand, and the way he looked at Song Xianyin was like looking at a dead person.

The first person in this family to die is this madman.

The nanny half-coaxed and half-threatened: "Miss, Madam and Master are already asleep. If you continue like this, they won't like you anymore."

Sure enough, this trick worked on Song Xianyin, and her crying immediately subsided.

She had kicked her slippers away and they were nowhere to be found. The nanny quickly went to find her some slippers, because if she caught a cold, her illness would get worse.

Song Xianyin wiped away her tears and stood in front of Pei Qizhan.

Pei Qizhan had just been pushed to the ground by her and hadn't gotten up yet. He looked at her with a gloomy expression.

Because of the fever, her face was already hot, and after crying for a while, she looked extremely pitiful. You might think she had been bullied by Pei Qizhan.

Song Xianyin laughed and said, "Your nanny is mine now, your father doesn't like you, my mother likes me, no one loves you."

She stared intently at Pei Qizhan's reaction, trying to find any signs of his vulnerability on his face.

Pei Qizhan ignored her; love had absolutely no effect on him.

Pei Qizhan asked, "Why does your aunt love you if she doesn't love her son?"

Song Xianyin's face immediately turned ugly, and she stomped hard on Pei Qizhan's hand.

She knew that the wound on his hand hadn't healed yet.

Pei Qizhan's gaze shifted to his hands, and he lowered his eyes.

I heard she was very sensitive to the cold, so the woman covered her room with carpets. Sure enough, she was sickly; even so, her feet were still so cold.

Her feet were very white, and they didn't even look as big as his hands. Pei Qizhan was a little puzzled as to why kicking someone with such feet would hurt so much.

Her feet are beautiful. Would it be funny if they were cut off?

The farce ended when the nanny forcibly carried Song Xianyin back to her room.

Pei Qizhan returned to his room and skillfully disinfected and applied medicine to the wound on his hand.

Thanks to Song Xianyin, he became so familiar with the use of these medicines.

The teeth marks on his hand were clearly visible, and Pei Qizhan could still feel the pain. Eighty percent of the injuries on his body were caused by her, and the remaining twenty percent were instigated by Pei Zilang.

Pei Qizhan threw the hot water bottle off the bed onto the floor, but it was too cold to sleep at night, so he picked it up again.

The next day at daybreak, Lin Pianyue stared blankly at the girl in the living room.

"Miss Wen, are you here to see Zilang?"

Wen Yitang and Pei Zilang are about the same age, so Lin Pianyue's first thought was that Wen Yitang had come to play with her son.

Lin Pianyue sized up Wen Yitang. Although Wen Yitang was young, she was already very beautiful and had the makings of a beauty. In addition, she was the only daughter of the Wen family, so Lin Pianyue had some thoughts in her mind.

Wen Yitang looked at Lin Pianyue with some nervousness; it was the first time she had met Qi Zhan's stepmother.

"Auntie, I'm here to see Brother Qi Zhan."

Lin Pianyue's smile froze, and she nodded: "Then Miss Wen, you should go find him."

Wen Yitang quickly followed the nanny to find Pei Qizhan. This nanny was terrifying; she could change her expression in an instant.

When Wen Yitang saw where Pei Qizhan lived, her eyes immediately turned red.

Pei Qizhan was also a little surprised to see Wen Yitang: "Yitang, what brings you here?"

Wen Yitang cried softly, "My brother sent me. He heard you were having a hard time."

If my brother came, that wicked aunt would be very wary, so she came instead.

Wen Yitang took out a large wad of money from her bag and wiped away her tears: "Brother Qi Zhan, this is the pocket money that you and I saved up. We're giving it all to you."

Pei Qizhan was taken aback for a moment, then gently refused, "Yitang, take the money back. I don't need any money right now."

Wen Yitang burst into tears: "Brother said they won't feed you or buy you clothes, so please accept the money, Brother Qi Zhan."

Poor Qi Zhan, sob sob sob.

A figure outside the door was secretly listening to the sounds inside.

Sure enough, the male lead is the male lead. Whenever he needs something, someone delivers it to him. First, it was that nanny, and then it was this Wen Yitang.

After Pei Qizhan saw Wen Yitang off, Song Xianyin quietly entered his room.

There were many gifts in the room, as well as several down jackets.

Although Pei Qizhan has grown up now, he is still wearing clothes from a few years ago, which are obviously too short.

Song Xianyin felt her nasal congestion getting worse. Pei Qizhan's room was cold, and she was having trouble breathing.

Looking at the down jacket in front of her, Song Xianyin thought about taking out the down filling and letting Pei Qizhan freeze to death.

Just as she was about to bite open her down jacket, she was suddenly pushed onto the bed.

Song Xianyin struggled violently: "Pei Qizhan, you dog, let me go!"

Pei Qizhan looked at her coldly, wondering if she would ever stop.

Pei Qizhan pressed down on her hand with one hand and covered her mouth with the other.

He also controlled her legs.

Song Xianyin struggled violently, but couldn't move at all. Pei Qizhan's room was dark, and in the dim light, Pei Qizhan looked at her coldly like a demon.

Song Xianyin's tears flowed more and more, and her face turned red as she looked pitifully at Pei Qizhan.