Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 233 Please Let Me Free a Meal 2

"President, that guy is really lame," the secretary couldn't help but complain.

"Exactly, look at how he's crying, and he's even trying to hit his girlfriend."

"I really despise men like that."

"Why does that woman love that man so much?"

The man lay on the sofa, showing little interest in what had just happened: "Maybe everyone wants different things."

Perhaps she just enjoys the feeling of being relied upon.

"Has the car been sent for repairs?" He yawned, swirling his wine glass.

"It's been delivered, it's been delivered." The secretary nodded repeatedly. "That man was like a madman. I should have avoided him."

His life isn't even worth as much as the car repair cost.

For some reason, the man suddenly thought of the way the girl had shielded him earlier.

He frowned in confusion, wondering why things in this world were always so absurd.

Song Xuanran quickly spent all the money because he wanted to buy clothes, all kinds of clothes.

"When you get old, clothes make the horse more durable, don't you know that?"

As a result, he had no money to maintain those clothes, and they soon became wrinkled rags again.

"I'll beat you to death! You're a grown man, with no broken arms or legs, begging at my stall every day!"

"Let's see if you'll come back after I beat you to death."

Song Xuanran, holding several lunchboxes, awkwardly dodged the boss's stick.

"Boss, please have mercy!"

"I'll spare you my ass! I shouldn't have fed you in the first place!" The seemingly honest and simple boss suddenly started swearing.

Song Xuanran winced in pain, "Ouch, it hurts so much! Boss, please don't be so crazy..."

But he held onto the lunchbox tightly and refused to let go.

"I'm going to take you and me with me!"

Just then, a man wearing a hat happened to pass by. Song Xuanran cried out as if he had seen a savior, "Kind person, please save me! I'm going to be beaten to death!"

The man tilted his head slightly, as if he was thinking about what he had said.

Song Xuanran felt saved and exclaimed excitedly, "It's me! It's me!"

The man approached them, and the boss said with a serious expression, "This is a matter between us, and outsiders should not interfere."

The next second, the person snatched the food from Song Xuanran's hand and ran away.

The sudden accident left both of them stunned.

Song Xuanran was silent for a moment: "I'm not the murderer now, that person is. You should go find him."

The boss, his face dark, asked, "Which direction did he go?"

Song Xuanran pointed in the opposite direction, and the boss immediately grabbed his stick and ran away.

Song Xianyin was enjoying her meal at the stone table in the garden when, just as she reached in with her chopsticks, her lunchbox had already been moved to another location.

Song Xuanran sat opposite her, looking at her with a cold gaze: "You have such a cruel heart, I was almost beaten to death."

Song Xianyin said nonchalantly, "Haven't they been beaten to death yet?"

Their relationship is different from that of ordinary siblings. When basic needs like food and clothing are not yet met, they can be companions or strangers.

Of course, this was just an excuse Song Xianyin made for herself.

They do have a house, a very small and old house, which their maternal grandmother left them.

They shared the same identity as many orphans: their father was an uneducated man, their mother was hardworking and devoted, and finally, their mother came to her senses and began to seek her own future.

Their alcoholic father, on the other hand, lived with his grandparents and spent his entire life in the village.

The humid season is deadly for this kind of old house; water droplets appear on the walls, the humidity in the air is frighteningly sticky, and there is a faint musty smell mixed with the smell of laundry detergent.

"Song Xianyin, have you dried your hair?" Song Xuanran's voice came from the other side of the curtain.

Song Xianyin kept her eyes closed and didn't speak.

"I'm talking to you. Have you dried yourself yet?"

"what?"

"You're always impatient when I talk to you, you're not a good sister!"

Song Xianyin rolled over: "Go to sleep, don't talk."

A short while later, she heard a soft, rustling sound.

She felt Song Xuanran skillfully lift her hair: "I should have used that money to buy you a new hair dryer."

The hairdryer had a weak airflow and made her hair very frizzy; her hand got tired after holding it for only a short time.

"Come on, I'll just buy a new one myself."

Once money is in his possession, it's absolutely impossible for him to save it.

Song Xuanran remained silent, simply blowing her hair quietly.

He genuinely forgot at the time.

The next day, Song Xianyin caught a cold.

Because Song Xuanran felt the air was too stuffy, he secretly opened the window at night, and the wind blew towards Song Xianyin all night.

"Little sister, I really know I was wrong. Can you forgive me?" Song Xuanran handed the medicine to Song Xianyin, looking somewhat guilty.

Song Xianyin took the medicine and lay down.

She had nothing to say.

Song Xianyin is more popular than Song Xuanran, probably because Song Xianyin is indeed more normal than Song Xuanran.

She promised to cover for someone's shift today, so she can't just stay home like that, otherwise who will trust her in the future?

Song Xuanran had disappeared somewhere, so Song Xianyin tidied herself up and went out.

Her task today was to give directions in front of the garage.

A car was driving this way, and the man wearing sunglasses was looking impatiently at what he was holding.

Song Xianyin pulled him aside, and a moment later, the car crashed into a tree not far away.

Things happened so fast that the man hadn't even had time to react.

He looked at her in surprise: "It's you."

When he took off his sunglasses, Song Xianyin realized it was the man from that day.

The man looked her up and down at her uniform: "Didn't your boyfriend say he'd treat you well? Why are you still working here? Did you run out of money so quickly?"

"Sir, I have a terminal illness, and my boyfriend has broken up with me." Song Xianyin wiped away her tears.

The man looked at her in surprise, then sighed, "Life is unpredictable. Leaving him might be a blessing in disguise for you."

"You should go home as soon as possible in the last days of your life. Your parents must miss you very much."

Song Xianyin said with a wry smile, "They already have a new child, a boy."

The man was silent for a while; he hadn't expected anyone to be in such a terrible state.

"Let me treat you to a meal, consider it your last big meal in this life."

Song Xianyin said gratefully, "Thank you, sir."

The scene shifts, and the setting moves from the garage to the interior of the restaurant.

Song Xianyin felt extremely satisfied as she listened to the melodious music in the restaurant and smelled the faint aroma of incense.

"What are you thinking about?" The man leaned back in his chair and glanced at her.

“There’s no smell of dampness here,” Song Xianyin said earnestly.

The man frowned: "What does dampness taste like?"

"It's a sticky smell, a bit musty, and the smell of people around you."

The man raised an eyebrow: "Sounds very good."

How come he hasn't experienced something so interesting yet?