Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 248 Please Let Me Free a Meal 17

Gao Zeming seems to have been seriously injured this time. Even though two months have passed, he still often complains of pain to Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin suspected that he might have some aftereffects, so she asked the doctor several times.

But every time she consulted a doctor, the doctor would say speechlessly, "Ms. Song, I suggest you ignore him. He's just making trouble for no reason."

Song Xianyin looked at the doctor, hesitant to speak, but Gao Zeming looked like he was in a lot of pain.

"Mr. Gao, why don't you go to a public hospital for a checkup?"

It wasn't that she didn't trust the Gao family's doctors, but the current situation was indeed somewhat complicated.

How can the test show no problem, but it still hurts?

Meeting Song Xianyin's concerned gaze, Gao Zeming said guiltily, "It's alright, Miss Song, I can bear this little injury. It's not particularly painful, just a slight ache..."

Song Xianyin frowned deeply: "This can't go on."

She wanted to ask again, but Gao Zeming kept advising her not to worry about it, and said in a serious tone, "People like us in the martial arts world are embarrassed to go out if we don't have a few wounds on our bodies."

Song Xianyin hesitated for a moment, but then let him go.

She had heard that phrase before from Song Xuanran.

When Song Xuanran was still a gangster, he would often come home with injuries and proudly tell her, "People like us in the martial arts world are meant to fight to the death!"

As a result, he was hit on the head with a brick one day, and after his head was bleeding, he finally stopped calling himself a江湖人士 (jianghu person).

Perhaps Gao Zeming needs to learn a few more lessons...

A few days later, Song Xianyin received an admission notice from the school she had applied to, which asked her to prepare the necessary materials and register for enrollment.

When Song Xuanran found out, his first reaction was disbelief: "Our family can actually produce a college student? Didn't the fortune teller say that there haven't been any college students in our family for three generations?"

He was instantly overwhelmed, especially when he realized that Song Xianyin was not only a college student, but also a college student who was going to study abroad.

"I refuse to accept this! Why wasn't it me?"

He held Song Xianyin's admission notice and looked at it repeatedly, his face growing more and more sour with each look.

"Song Xianyin, you're doomed! Foreigners are all difficult to deal with, you're going to get bullied by them..."

Song Xuanran sat quietly to the side, watching Song Xianyin pack her things, and sighed: "Oh well, now I have this room all to myself."

Song Xianyin laughed: "Then you can enjoy it all by yourself, no one will fight you for it."

Gao Zeming hadn't expected this day to come so quickly, so quickly that he wasn't prepared at all.

If he had known the acceptance letter would arrive so quickly, he certainly wouldn't have pretended to be sick at home for those two months and wasted his time.

"Ms. Song, please take good care of yourself abroad. Call me if anything happens."

Gao Zeming kept stuffing things into her bag, and secretly slipped in several bank cards.

Song Xianyin quickly stopped her, saying, "I don't need to do that. I have plenty of money on me."

Gao Zeming's eyes immediately reddened, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Miss Song, things are different outside than in City A. You need money everywhere."

Song Xianyin had never seen Gao Zeming like this before, and for a moment she didn't know how to react.

Song's father heard from somewhere that Song Xianyin was going to study abroad and started calling her frantically.

But Song Xianyin never answers calls from unknown numbers. His phone was practically worn out from all the calls, but Song Xianyin never answered a single one.

Left with no other option, Mr. Song dialed Song Xuanran's number. He immediately launched into a tirade: "Why is she studying abroad? Who paid for her? Did you steal my money to send her?"

The thought of Song Xianyin, a girl, costing his family so much money made his heart ache with anger.

Song Xuanran coldly replied, "That's their own money, can you stop going crazy?"

Mr. Song's tone became even more urgent: "I don't care! After she leaves, who will take care of me at home? You can't let her go!"

“Her grandparents are still at home. They’re both so old. And my leg is broken, so I can’t work. You still need to get married in the future…”

Song Xuanran couldn't listen to any more and hung up the phone immediately.

Having a father like that is a blessing for life.

These past few days, Gao Zeming has been in a very low mood, so low that even the Gao family members couldn't bear to see him like this.

"Boss, why don't you just confess to Miss Song? You've known each other for so long."

The bodyguard spoke up, genuinely puzzled as to why his boss always hesitated.

"Once Miss Song sees so many handsome guys outside, will she still be interested in you, boss?"

Even the nanny nodded in agreement: "Sir, you should at least let Miss Song know how you feel."

But Gao Zeming refused to speak no matter what.

"She's about to go abroad, isn't it morally blackmailing her to say these things now?"

He's not that kind of person, and he wouldn't do that kind of thing.

Even so, his slightly red eyes betrayed him.

It wasn't until Song Xianyin started taking down the curtains in the room that Song Xuanran finally realized that she was really leaving.

"Don't touch the clothes in my closet, I'll need to wear them when I come back."

Song Xuanran followed behind her, muttering, "How can you be so stingy? You're so rich, why are you still keeping these old clothes?"

Song Xianyin continued to instruct, "You need to wash this blanket frequently, don't wait until it's covered in dust and then ignore it."

Song Xuanran responded softly, "Oh..."

"Didn't you say the air conditioner wasn't blowing on you? You can move the bed over here, then you can feel the air."

Song Xuanran stubbornly replied, "I'm very rich now, so I don't need to live in this dilapidated house. I want to buy a big house!"

Song Xianyin smiled: "That would be great, but please don't touch anything here."

Song Xuanran snorted: "I can't be bothered to touch your things."

He sat on the bed, watching her pack her things, his eyes filled with melancholy.

Are you really leaving?

He cried out, "It feels like we've never been apart for this long before..."

He used to think the house was too small, but now he feels it's so empty that it makes him unhappy.

Song Xianyin responded, "Yes, you said before that we would live in this dilapidated house for the rest of our lives."

She doesn't want to live here forever.

Just as Song Xianyin was about to close her suitcase, Song Xuanran suddenly took out a bank card and stuffed it into her suitcase.

He awkwardly said, "Prices are high abroad. If you're too poor, your classmates will look down on you... Buy some more expensive clothes."

Song Xianyin looked at him in surprise: "Didn't we agree to split the money 50/50? If you give me the money, what about you?"

Song Xuanran rolled his eyes: "I'm a grown man, I have hands and feet."

Without hesitation, Song Xianyin immediately put the card away.

Don't want it for nothing.

Looking at her swift movements, Song Xuanran suddenly regretted it.

"Do you have a lot of money? How about... you give it back to me?"

Song Xianyin pretended not to hear.