Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 47 That Cannon Fodder in a Male-Oriented Novel 2

Pei's father watched all this coldly without saying a word.

Pei Qizhan is a few years older than Song Xianyin and the others, so he should just take what these kids say with a grain of salt.

Pei's father hugged Pei Zilang in his arms and coaxed, "How about Daddy plays games with you?"

Pei Zilang immediately smiled and exclaimed, "Great!"

Pei's father didn't even glance at Song Xianyin and the others, and left with Pei Zilang in his arms.

Lin Pianyue patted the snow off Song Xianyin, her face full of annoyance: "If you bully him in the future, don't let your uncle see it. How can your mother face people after you do this?"

Song Xianyin's eyes immediately reddened, and she lowered her head without saying a word.

Lin Pianyue sighed: "Ayin, you should pay more attention to yourself. You're different from your brother; you don't have the surname Pei."

She patted her head: "Go back and eat when you've had enough fun. You've been playing outside all day."

Lin Pianyue didn't say anything more. She jogged towards the father and son and asked, "What did Zilang play today?"

Pei Zilang's laughter echoed in the air. He looked at Song Xianyin behind him with some confusion: "Mom, why isn't my sister with us?"

Lin Pianyue smiled at him: "Sister wants to play for a while longer, shall we go inside and wait for her?"

"it is good!"

Lin Pianyue and Pei's father couldn't help but laugh at his quirky and clever appearance.

Song Xianyin watched their retreating figures, her fists clenched tightly, her eyes filled with anger.

The other children had long since dispersed, and with the heavy snow falling, only Song Xianyin and Pei Qizhan remained in the snow.

Pei Qizhan scrambled to his feet, looking at Song Xianyin who was crying silently with malice.

How ironic! Who does she think she is? She's just like him, abandoned by them.

A handful of snow suddenly hit Pei Qizhan's face, and he instinctively turned his head away.

"It's all your fault, you made me get scolded by Mom!"

Pei Qizhan looked at her with a sarcastic gaze. He wiped the snow from his lips and laughed, "Didn't you call her 'Auntie'? Isn't she your mother?"

Song Xianyin is an awkward presence in the Pei family. She is the child of Lin Pianyue and her ex-husband, so Pei's father naturally cannot acknowledge a child who is not related to him by blood.

Therefore, Song Xianyin entered the Pei family as Lin Pianyue's niece, and outside, Song Xianyin could only call Lin Pianyue "Auntie".

Although everyone in the Pei family knew what was going on.

Song Xianyin pursed her lips and glared at him fiercely.

Pei Qizhan didn't take her seriously. Without Pei Zilang and those people helping her, she couldn't touch him at all.

A sickly child.

The Pei family has many rooms, but Pei Qizhan can only sleep in a narrow basement.

He lay in bed, waiting for the pain to come as usual. He would just endure the pain for a while, and then his injury would heal.

He hadn't eaten all day, and coupled with the cold, he felt his stomach constantly cramping, and the pain made him break out in a cold sweat.

The cold wind howled through the winter night, icicles condensed on the windows, and the dim light in the room flickered incessantly. Pei Qizhan felt his life slipping away bit by bit.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he felt a warm current enter his throat, and his stomach was also enveloped by something warm.

"Young Master...Young Master..."

Pei Qizhan struggled to open his eyes and found that it was the nanny who had taken care of him since he was a child.

The nanny watched him silently shedding tears. Why did the master do this? The wife was so good to him, but he treated him and the wife's child like this.

Pei Qizhan leaned against the bed, his face pale, as the nanny carefully fed him soup.

"Young Master, please don't provoke them next time. The young master's heart is completely black."

She placed the medicine on the bedside table, her wrinkled hands quickly counting the money in her hand, then hiding it under the mattress.

The nanny put the empty bowl aside, wiped away her tears, and looked at him pitifully: "Young master, Miss doesn't want this hot water bottle anymore. You can use it for now, and recharge it when it gets cold."

She couldn't understand why the master was so heartless. Even the servants' rooms had air conditioning, but the young master's room didn't. How cold must it be?

Pei Qizhan was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He looked at the bowl next to him, and the nanny explained, "Miss caught a chill and has had a high fever. She doesn't have much of an appetite. This is still warm. I'll take it away after you finish eating."

After Pei Qizhan moved to the basement, Lin Pianyue arranged for Song Xianyin to be the nanny. Song Xianyin was in poor health and needed a more experienced nanny.

The nanny also often gave Song Xianyin things that he didn't want.

study.

“Honey, Ayin is still young and doesn’t understand. She’s just playing around with Qi Zhan.” Lin Pianyue hugged Pei’s father from behind.

Song Xianyin had always been a thorn in Pei's father's side.

He and Lin Pianyue were each other's first love. He thought Lin Pianyue would wait for him forever, but he never expected that she would marry someone else and even have a daughter.

If Lin Pianyue hadn't begged him to bring Song Xianyin back, he wouldn't have let Song Xianyin into the Pei family.

Lin Pianyue coaxed him in a low voice, "Honey, don't be angry. Ayin definitely knows she was wrong."

Seeing Lin Pianyue like this, Pei's father felt a little sorry for her. He sighed and said, "Never mind."

Lin Pianyue finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't come out of the study until quite a while later.

She went to Song Xianyin's room and looked at Song Xianyin, whose face was flushed red from the fever. She was both angry and anxious.

What angered her was that she always embarrassed her. She had finally managed to get her into the Pei family, but not only did she refuse to call him "Dad," she also hid behind him whenever she saw him, showing no affection whatsoever.

What worried her was that Song Xianyin was, after all, her own daughter, and seeing her like this really broke her heart.

Song Xianyin opened her eyes groggily, crying as she opened her arms: "Mom."

Lin Pianyue's eyes immediately reddened, and she hugged her tightly, saying, "Ayin, can you please be a little more obedient?"

"Isn't the Pei family good enough? Why do you always have to make your uncle angry? If you stay with your father, he won't have any money to treat your illness."

Song Xianyin lay silently in her arms without saying a word.

Lin Pianyue hugged her and sighed, "Sometimes I really don't understand what you're thinking. If only you were half as sweet-talking as your brother."

Such a young child, yet so thoughtful.

The nanny knocked on the door from outside, saying that Pei Zilang was crying for her mother. Lin Pianyue put Song Xianyin on the bed and kissed her forehead: "Ayin, be good, it's time to sleep."

Song Xianyin gently tugged at Lin Pianyue's sleeve, looking at her pitifully, "Mom, can you stay with Ayin?"

Lin Pianyue pulled the hem of her clothes away from her hand and sighed, "Ayin, you have to be obedient."

After saying that, she left with the nanny.

Song Xianyin stared silently at the dark ceiling.

Outside, Pei Zilang's laughter and the nanny's coaxing could be heard from time to time, while Pei Qizhan's gaze lingered on the hot water bottle in his arms.

Song Xianyin's health was very poor, and every winter she would always carry this thing with her.

Pei Qizhan suddenly remembered how she had been staring longingly at Lin Pianyue's back earlier that day, and a shadow crossed his eyes.

He will definitely make Song Xianyin wish she were dead.