Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

The hospital was warm and cozy, and without the children's screams, Song Xianyin felt especially comfortable lying in bed.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard the door open.

She closed her eyes tightly; it must be her mother.

But she waited for a long time and her mother didn't come to kiss her. She cautiously opened her eyes and saw Pei Qizhan looking at her with a cold face.

Song Xianyin was startled by Pei Qizhan and almost thought she had seen a ghost.

There was a strong smell of disinfectant in the ward. She was wearing an oxygen mask and a loose hospital gown, and she looked deathly.

Song Xianyin looked at him warily; Pei Qizhan was no good person.

She grabbed an apple from the fruit basket next to her and threw it at Pei Qizhan.

But she was too weak to throw it properly, and the apple fell to the ground halfway down and rolled slowly to Pei Qizhan's feet.

The apple was big and red, and looked very vibrant. The image of Song Xianyin in Pei Qizhan's mind was similar to this apple.

This was the first time he had seen her so weak; she looked like a gust of wind could blow her away.

She had injuries on her face, but her eyes were still very bright.

Pei Qizhan picked up the apple from the ground, washed it at the sink, and then sat down to eat it.

He hadn't even eaten when they called him over to see her.

When Song Xianyin saw him eating her apple, she wanted to speak, but she was afraid of touching something on her body.

Pei Qizhan glanced at her indifferently, and she was so angry that her face turned red. She was such a selfish person that even if she didn't eat it, she would rather let it spoil than give it to others.

The caregiver carrying food came in and was taken aback when she saw Pei Qizhan.

"Young Master Pei."

Song Xianyin had some difficulty breathing, but she was still able to eat normally.

The caregiver carefully removed the oxygen mask from her face, scooped up some porridge with a spoon, and fed it to Song Xianyin.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from the stomach in the room.

The caregiver paused for a moment and looked at Pei Qizhan.

Song Xianyin's eyes curved into a smile, and she burst out laughing. She laughed so hard that her breathing became rapid again.

The caregiver was so frightened that she quickly put an oxygen mask on her face. Song Xianyin clutched her heart and laughed so hard she bent over.

She felt terrible, but she also really wanted to laugh.

Pei Qizhan's face was expressionless, as if the voice hadn't come from him.

"Young Master Pei, there's still a bowl of porridge here. Please have some first. I'll bring you more food later." The caregiver looked at Pei Qizhan.

Song Xianyin removed the oxygen mask and looked at Pei Qizhan weakly, saying, "Don't give him any food, let him starve to death."

The caregiver looked at Song Xianyin's extremely troubled face.

Pei Qizhan glanced at her but didn't say anything.

Sometimes he felt it would be better if she just died.

Song Xianyin didn't want to eat after a few bites. She felt her eyelids getting heavy, but she forced herself to stay awake and said, "Give him what I left over."

The caregiver advised, "Miss Song, there's still one bowl left, otherwise..."

"No! He only deserves to eat what I leave behind." Song Xianyin huddled under the covers, looking in Pei Qizhan's direction.

Pei Zilang has someone protecting him, but does Pei Qizhan have someone protecting him?

Pei Qizhan actually ate it, and Song Xianyin couldn't stop laughing at his expression.

The caregiver silently went to stand in the corner. Ever since she was assigned to take care of Song Xianyin, her heart had never been at peace.

Logically speaking, this Miss Song isn't a member of the Pei family; she's just a burden her mother brought over. How can she be so arrogant, daring to even hit the Pei family's little golden boy?

Children are the best at reading people's expressions.

Although Pei Zilang was young, he had already keenly sensed the difference in how others treated him and his sister.

At first, he was very scared when he saw that Song Xianyin had a heart attack, thinking that the adults would definitely scold him.

But when he saw that she was in the hospital and others were comforting him, he knew that she was definitely more important than his sister.

The old house was filled with laughter; you couldn't tell at all that someone had just been taken to the hospital.

Pei Zilang looked at Lin Pianyue, who was clearly preoccupied, and pretended to be obedient, saying, "Mom, eat some vegetables."

Lin Pianyue looked at him with some surprise: "Zilang, you can even serve food to your mother now."

Pei Zilang proudly raised his head: "Zilang is not the same as my sister."

Grandma Pei pretended to be angry: "Why aren't you putting food on Grandma's plate?"

Pei Zilang happily picked up a piece of meat for his grandmother: "Grandma, eat more meat so you can grow taller."

Grandma Pei was so coaxed by him that she could no longer see.

The younger sister-in-law next to Lin Pianyue said, "Sister-in-law, look at Zilang, and then look at your daughter. Children with Pei family blood are more obedient."

Pei Zilang didn't understand, but he still chimed in, "Zilang is a member of the Pei family!"

Grandpa Pei praised him for a long time, looking at his quirky and clever appearance.

Unlike Pei Qizhan's dull personality, Zilang was much more likable.

Because of Pei Zilang, Lin Pianyue felt that the Pei family looked up to her a bit more, and she straightened her back a little.

She smiled as she served food to Pei Zilang, whom she considered a gift from heaven.

Only one desk lamp was on in the ward, and the electrocardiogram monitor emitted a regular "beep" sound. It was still snowing outside the window, and Song Xianyin felt a bit cold.

She looked at Pei Qizhan, who was wearing a new cotton-padded coat, and said in a sullen voice, "Your father doesn't buy you clothes, and you have to ask other kids to buy them for you. Nobody loves you."

Pei Qizhan stared at her silently. Song Xianyin's eyes curved into a smile, and she said with a hint of pride, "My clothes are bought by my mother. She buys me whatever I want."

Pei Qizhan looked away and said calmly, "She should be with your brother right now."

Song Xianyin's face immediately darkened, and she retorted defiantly, "So what? Isn't your father with your brother too?"

The thought that Pei Zilang's parents were by her side, while she didn't even have an adult by her side, made Song Xianyin feel sad.

But when she saw Pei Qizhan in the corner, her sadness suddenly disappeared: "Pei Qizhan, don't be so smug, you're more pitiful than me."

She coughed and said with difficulty, "I always bully you. Do you think your father doesn't know? He's too lazy to care about you."

Pei Qizhan looked at her intently: "What about your mother? If you have a conflict with Pei Zilang, will she take your side?"

Song Xianyin pursed her lips and remained silent. Pei Qizhan was the person she hated most in her life.

"I want to drink water," Song Xianyin said, her voice a little hoarse.

Pei Qizhan looked out the window, pretending not to hear.

Song Xianyin snorted and pressed the bell to have the caregiver pour her water.

"Pei Qizhan, don't think I'll beg you."

The snow outside kept hitting the window, making a soft "rustling" sound.

The sound of the electrocardiogram monitor mingled with Song Xianyin's shallow breathing, and Pei Qizhan felt a strange sense of peace.

The ward was much warmer than his room, and this was the most comfortable winter night he had had in recent years. He quietly closed his eyes.

After a long time, the door to the ward was suddenly opened, and he heard someone quietly walk in and then walk to Song Xianyin's side.

Lin Pianyue took off her coat, breathed on her palms to warm herself up, and then kissed Song Xianyin on the forehead.

Song Xianyin opened her eyes groggily and reached out her hand to Lin Pianyue. Lin Pianyue's eyes immediately reddened when she saw her weak appearance.

She held her in her arms and asked softly, "What does Ayin want to eat tomorrow? Mom will make it for you."

Song Xianyin mumbled a lot of things, and he couldn't understand a single word, but Lin Pianyue understood it all.

She sat beside Song Xianyin, coaxing her to sleep, and only left carefully after she had fully woken up.

Zilang was still waiting for her at home; she couldn't stay out for too long.

The door to the ward was gently closed again, and Pei Qizhan's thoughts slowly drifted into sleep.

He vaguely thought that Song Xianyin was indeed happier than him, after all, his parents had never hugged him.