Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

As Lin Pianyue walked into the ward, the nurse gently closed the door.

There was a hint of envy in her eyes. No wonder she was a lady from a wealthy family; her demeanor was so refined.

She yawned, walked a little further away, and let the couple have a good talk.

Lin Pianyue's face turned cold as she looked at Pei's father, who was wearing an oxygen mask.

"Snapped--"

Pei's father felt the pain on his face and groggily opened his eyes.

When he saw Lin Pianyue standing beside him with a cold expression, his face also turned ugly.

How did this woman manage to sneak in?

Lin Pianyue grabbed his collar, her voice trembling with anger: "You're the one who said Zilang could be the heir of the Pei family, how dare you lie to me?"

She pulled the oxygen mask off Pei's father's face and said in a low voice, "Have you thought about Zilang? He has to be careful about what others think when he goes out to play now."

Lin Pianyue's voice was tinged with sobs.

Pei's father looked at her silently, his face expressionless. In his heart, Lin Pianyue meant nothing.

Looking at his expressionless face, Lin Pianyue cried, "Why...why do you always have this expression every time I tell you these things?"

Why does he never respond to her?

It was the same at home before. Whenever she did something that didn't please him, he would make this face. She always had to guess what he was thinking. She had been trying to guess for almost half her life, and this is how she ended up.

Song Xianyin's tired face and Pei Zilang's voice suddenly appeared in her mind. Lin Pianyue stared intently at him, her expression somewhat distorted.

She quietly locked the door from the inside, then placed Pei's father's oxygen mask on the table next to her.

Pei's father's expression finally changed, and his eyes widened.

Lin Pianyue chuckled lightly: "Do you look down on me?"

What right does he have to look down on her? He's a son-in-law who married into the family not long after his own wife died. He can't manage the company or raise the children well.

Before she married into the Pei family, she worked herself to the bone in a factory to support Ayin. She painstakingly saved up money for each surgery. What right did he have to look down on her?

Under Pei's father's horrified gaze, Lin Pianyue gently pressed the pillow next to her onto his face.

Since he broke his promise, he has no reason to exist in this world.

The moment the soft pillow touched his face, he tried to struggle, but his limbs were completely powerless. His whole body began to tremble, and his eyes widened as if they were about to pop out.

The moonlight shone on the snow, casting a cold, desolate glow. The ward was filled with the heavy breathing of the two people. The second hand on the wall ticked away, and Lin Pianyue felt her heart pounding so hard that she could hardly breathe.

Lin Pianyue pressed down hard, her entire body pressed against the pillow. As she felt the struggle under the pillow gradually weaken, her hands began to tremble slightly.

I don't know how long it had been suppressed, but the air in the ward felt so stuffy, as if it had solidified.

Lin Pianyue let go, panting heavily, staring blankly at the lifeless man.

The nurse at the door had already noticed something was wrong. When she opened the ward door, she saw Lin Pianyue with her hair disheveled. The moonlight shone on her, and her face was pale, making her look extremely eerie.

The nurse shifted her gaze to the bed, where she stared in horror at the pillow on the man's face.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Today is Christmas, and the Christmas atmosphere in the shops along the street is particularly strong. Santa Claus will occasionally give small gifts to people on the street.

Song Xianyin looked at the several apples in her arms and felt like crying. She didn't like eating apples, but they kept stuffing them into her arms.

Do these Santa Clauses have any KPIs?

Christmas carols played continuously, and there were many couples and children on the roadside.

She originally wanted to spend Christmas with her mother, but her mother said she was too tired, so she had to come out alone.

Looking at the Santa Claus mascots on the street, Song Xianyin suddenly wondered how much they could earn in a day, perhaps she could do that too.

Song Xianyin walked into a coffee shop. She patted the snow off her clothes, and just as she was about to order, the radio on the counter began to play softly:

"President Pei was murdered by his wife, Ms. Lin Pianyue, at 7:15 PM tonight. I heard that President Pei married her just a few months after his ex-wife's death..."

"Miss, what do you need?" the clerk at the counter asked.

A Christmas carol was still playing from somewhere, and the waiter looked at Song Xianyin with some confusion: "Miss..."

Song Xianyin's mind went blank, and she immediately ran out of the coffee shop.

"Hey! Miss!" the waitress called out; her apple was still there.

Just as she was running breathlessly toward the hospital, a Maybach suddenly stopped beside her.

"Ms. Song, please get in the car." The car window opened, revealing the secretary's signature smiling face.

Song Xianyin glanced back and saw Pei Qizhan sitting in the car. She hesitated for a moment before getting in.

Song Xianyin leaned against the window, breathing softly, her eyes fixed on the road ahead.

The lawyer in the passenger seat hung up the phone and said to Pei Qizhan, "President, the hospital is asking if we want to cremate the body."

He glanced subconsciously at Song Xianyin beside him.

Song Xianyin lowered her head and remained silent. She was doomed.

She was supposed to be the one to die next, but unexpectedly, she suddenly became Pei Qizhan's father.

Pei Qizhan lowered his head slightly, his deep eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Should we go to the hospital first?" the lawyer asked cautiously.

Pei Qizhan leaned back in his seat and rubbed his temples: "No, to the police station."

What happened tonight was indeed somewhat unexpected for him.

While waiting at a red light, the secretary glanced at her phone and asked, "President, should we postpone the meeting until tomorrow?"

"Two hours later." Pei Qizhan's deep voice was slightly hoarse.

Song Xianyin had never felt so guilty. Her mother had killed Pei Qizhan's father, and she was still sitting in his car.

They arrived at the police station quickly. Song Xianyin had left her coat at the coffee shop. It was fine in the car, but as soon as she got out, the cold wind immediately seeped into her coat.

Before Song Xianyin could react, a large suit jacket was draped over her shoulders, covering half of her body.

"President Pei." A policeman greeted Pei Qizhan.

Pei Qizhan nodded to him: "Officer Xu."

Officer Xu sighed and shook hands with Pei Qizhan: "Mr. Pei, please accept my condolences."

"Fortunately, the murderer was caught in time. What are your thoughts now?"

The two walked together into the police station.

Song Xianyin quickly followed them. She had seen a news report a few days ago about a man who tortured and killed his wife and was only sentenced to three years in prison, with a suspended sentence. She thought her mother's case shouldn't be that serious.

They were walking too fast, and Song Xianyin couldn't keep up.

Pei Qizhan glanced at Song Xianyin behind him; her face was red from the cold, and her brows were furrowed tightly with anxiety.

"Let's see how the prisoner's attitude is in admitting his mistake." Pei Qizhan gradually slowed his pace.

Song Xianyin ran up to him breathlessly: "She will definitely have a good attitude towards her crime."

Pei Qizhan lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly. Song Xianyin glanced at him, then lowered her head guiltily and remained silent.

The footsteps on the snow drew closer and closer, gradually merging together.