Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 68: The Cannon Fodder Side Story of That Male-Oriented Novel

The next morning, Song Xianyin was still half asleep in bed when someone hugged her.

Because of what Song Xianyin said yesterday, Pei Qizhan couldn't sleep all night. He immediately arranged things, then held a meeting in the morning, and rushed back without stopping.

Song Xianyin didn't even open her eyes before burying herself in his arms.

Pei Qizhan held her tightly and stammered out what he wanted to say.

Guilt towards her, misunderstandings about her, and feelings for her...

Pei Qizhan had never spoken so much to her before. His heart was pounding faster and faster, and his voice was trembling.

After he finished speaking, he looked nervously at Song Xianyin in his arms, but Song Xianyin had already fallen asleep in his arms, her eyes closed and her breathing even.

Pei Qizhan paused for a moment, then kissed her forehead helplessly.

Never mind, as long as she stays by his side, that's enough.

Song Xianyin instinctively hugged him tighter. Pei Qizhan gently patted her back, looked at her sleeping face, and whispered in her ear, "I love you."

Although she was unaware of this.

Time passed little by little. Lin Pianyue opened a flower shop. She had a great eye for design, and her flower arrangements were very popular with customers. She received a lot of orders every day, and it was said that she had recently hired two more new employees.

Pei Zilang was often bullied by others in prison. Because of his bad legs, he couldn't run fast when bullied and could only take the beatings.

Song Xianyin thought that nothing in her life would ever make her unhappy again.

As soon as she arrived at the Gu family's gate, a drunken man grabbed her leg.

"Daughter, it's me, your father!" the man cried out, his face covered in tears.

"How could you abandon your father? Your father misses you so much..." The man's clothes were covered in dirt, and he was holding a beer bottle in his hand.

Passersby were watching the spectacle unfold, but Song Xianyin looked at him as if he were a complete stranger. The security guards nearby quickly pulled him away.

The man cried and screamed, and as he was being dragged away, he kept shouting, "You can't just forget about your father now that you've climbed the social ladder!"

Kuku, a reporter in the corner, was taking pictures; this was big news.

The man's crying quickly subsided, and the reporter looked at the photos in his camera with great excitement; he had a headline for the week.

As soon as he turned around, a tall bodyguard stood in front of him, and the reporter instinctively hid his camera behind his back.

The bodyguard looked at him coldly and extended his hand.

The atmosphere became tense. The reporter looked reluctantly at the camera in his hand, but still handed it to the bodyguard.

The bodyguard destroyed the memory card, and the reporter smiled awkwardly at him, saying, "Brother, we're just trying to make a living."

"Does that mean we can't film anything related to President Pei?"

The bodyguard frowned: "You can film President Pei and Miss Song together, but you can't film them arguing."

The reporter nodded knowingly, indicating that he understood.

Song Xianyin was furious when she saw her new dress, which was now stained again.

"It's all your fault, you didn't protect me properly."

The secretary was already used to seeing Pei Qizhan being scolded. At first, he felt sorry for President Pei, who was always being scolded, but later he found that Pei was actually quite happy when he was being scolded.

Pei Qizhan apologized to her earnestly. Practice makes perfect, and he was now very skilled at apologizing.

After Song Xianyin's anger subsided, she looked at Pei Qizhan and suddenly felt sorry for him, as he had been bullied by her since childhood.

Pei Qizhan was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He shook his head and comforted her, "It's okay. Ayin only bullies me because she loves me. Otherwise, why would she only bully me and not others?"

He liked the feeling of being needed by her.

Song Xianyin glanced at Pei Qizhan, who had a sincere expression on his face, and choked up. As long as he dared to think that way, that was fine.

Song Xianyin's menstrual cycle has always been irregular, and dysmenorrhea is a common occurrence for her, but she still drinks ice every day.

She felt that if she was in pain, she could just take a painkiller. After all, life is only a few decades long, and she only takes two pills a month, so there wouldn't be any problems.

But not eating anything cold in the 40-degree summer heat was impossible for Song Xianyin, so she secretly went out and bought ice cream while Pei Qizhan was not at home.

Unexpectedly, today happened to be her period, and by evening, she was in so much pain that she was sweating profusely.

"Let's go to the hospital." Pei Qizhan looked at Song Xianyin, who was curled up all over, his eyes red with anxiety.

Song Xianyin kept her eyes tightly closed: "No need, I just took the medicine, I'll be fine soon."

She patted Pei Qizhan's hand: "It's really okay, it's an old problem, I know."

After saying all that, she just didn't want to go to the hospital.

Pei Qizhan looked at Song Xianyin, whose face was pale, and immediately sent a message to the doctor.

Song Xianyin's breathing became heavier and heavier. She frowned tightly. Why was it so painful today? She got up and ate two more pills.

Not long after, she started to feel nauseous and her stomach acid began to rise.

Gradually, the pain made her consciousness blur. In the last second before she lost consciousness, she saw Pei Qizhan running straight towards her.

When she woke up, she saw the familiar white ceiling again.

She subconsciously glanced at Pei Qizhan beside her. Pei Qizhan knew she was awake, but he didn't look at her and went straight out to find a doctor.

Song Xianyin felt a little wronged; why was he ignoring her?

The doctor quickly followed Pei Qizhan in. She examined Song Xianyin and said to her, "Ms. Song, if you have a stomach problem, you should take less nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs. These kinds of drugs are bad for the stomach, and you took them on an empty stomach."

The doctor gave Pei Qizhan some instructions, which Pei Qizhan listened to carefully and wrote down.

After the doctor left, only the two of them remained in the ward.

Pei Qizhan quietly fed Song Xianyin porridge. Song Xianyin tugged at his sleeve, but he still didn't say anything.

Even after finishing the porridge, Pei Qizhan still showed no intention of speaking.

Just as Song Xianyin was about to get angry, she saw Pei Qizhan standing next to her with his head down, silently shedding tears that soaked his clothes.

Song Xianyin was stunned.

She offered a dry attempt to comfort him: "It's okay, I'm fine now, I just got a shot and I'm all better."

Pei Qizhan looked pitiful, his head bowed, radiating an aura of sadness.

Song Xianyin had never seen Pei Qizhan like this before, and she felt both guilty and ashamed.

She awkwardly kissed him and wiped away his tears: "Okay, okay, I won't do it again next time. I'm sorry for making you worry this time."

Pei Qizhan buried his face in her neck, his eyes wet with tears, and Song Xianyin awkwardly comforted him.

After this incident, Pei Qizhan discovered something: as long as he acted pitiful, Song Xianyin would soften her heart.

Whenever she refused to wear an extra layer of clothing or eat more food, he would look very disappointed.

Seeing his expression, Song Xianyin felt too embarrassed to scold him, so she could only sigh and finish the task.

But it was most useful in those situations. Whenever Song Xianyin started to throw a tantrum, Pei Qizhan would coax her while pretending to be pitiful.

"Ayin, just this once, okay? Just the last time."

This will always be the last time, but there will always be a next time.

The moonlight outside the window was deep and bright, and the moonlight spilled onto the ground, and the whole world was asleep.

When Song Xianyin bullied him for the first time, he lay on the ground, looked up at her smiling eyes because of her successful prank, and he was neither upset nor angry. His first reaction was that her eyes were really beautiful.