Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

[The previous post I wrote about the little sweet treat was indeed deemed too explicit and had to be deleted, sigh. I just quickly wrote a replacement chapter; I'll fix the typos and such when I have time...]

After several failed attempts to trigger the blizzard, and frustrated by the flat-headed man, Qiu Shiyue had no choice but to give him the remaining money, seeing that his patience had truly run out.

After meeting him, she, as usual, turned on the recording beforehand, meekly transferred the money to the platform, and at his request, wrote that it was a voluntary donation.

"I originally wanted to help you, but you're not up to par, so don't blame me."

He deleted Qiu Shiyue's and all call records. Qiu Shiyue quickly deleted the transfer records herself, almost letting him see that she was recording.

"You're so obedient," the crew-cut man praised her, then left with the green-haired man.

She proudly held her buzz cut, as if declaring her ownership.

Turning around, she saw that Qiu Shiyue had lost control of her expression, looking down at her phone, showing no signs of the fear she had shown earlier. She couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Qiu Shiyue returned to her dormitory, looking at her account balance with only single digits remaining and feeling a headache coming on.

The little pocket money her mother had just given her was gone so quickly, while her father rarely gave her money when he helped her with errands. She didn't understand why.

After thinking it over, I found out that Qiu's father was in Langfang. On Sunday afternoon, I dragged my luggage to my father's branch office in Langfang.

Mr. Qiu happened to be out of the company. The people at the company knew her identity and did not neglect her, but they looked at her with pity.

She waited for a long time but her father didn't come back, so she waited to catch the train back, picked up her luggage, and left again.

The company driver took her to the station, and kept looking at her through the rearview mirror the whole way, which annoyed her.

She suppressed her temper and said, "Uncle Zhang, just say what's on your mind, don't keep staring at me."

Uncle Zhang asked her many questions about her recent situation, rambling on and on. Finally, he glanced at the child he had watched grow up and said, "Is your aunt doing alright lately?"

Qiu Shiyue didn't understand what he meant. "What does her health have to do with me?"

Remembering how Qiu Shiyue would stumble towards him when she was little, offering him sticky candy from her palms, Uncle Zhang couldn't help but say again:

"It's not easy for older people to have children at this age. Trial fertilization is expensive and dangerous, and your father is under a lot of pressure. He didn't intentionally avoid you; he really went out to discuss business, so don't blame him."

Qiu Shiyue tried her best to control her emotions, forcing out a "hmm" through her nose before falling silent. She gripped her bag strap tightly until she got off the bus and Uncle Zhang's car drove away. Finally, she couldn't help but kick the roadside green belt a few times.

Aren't you ashamed!

Aren't you ashamed!

She's almost fifty and still wants children! Is she dead?

They thought Beibei was dead, and she was the only one left in the Qiu family, yet those two frivolous people still wanted a child.

I'm so angry. I'm so angry.

This child is already spending her money before she's even born; she'll be even more outrageous in the future. Where will she get a share of the Qiu family's assets?

After returning to the dormitory, I was restless and couldn't eat for two days. I also lacked the energy for training.

She sat blankly on the sidelines, and the coach didn't bother to say anything to her anymore.

In a daze, I remembered that Beibei's mother was Qiu's mother's former college classmate. I don't know how the two of them got together.

She has a solution.

-

On New Year's Eve, besides the dazzling fireworks, there were also planes flying from Beijing to Weihai in the sky.

Blizzard looked out the window. "These past two years have been so busy. It's been a long time since I've set off fireworks for New Year's Eve."

Fireworks bloomed in the sky below, towering above the brilliance.

Sasha also peeked out the window and looked out.

"Fireworks look beautiful from different angles."

Sasha's head is right in front of Blizzard, who could resist taking a hit?

Soft strands of hair entwined around her fingers, and Blizzard asked softly, "Have the wishes you made under the fireworks of the past come true now?"