Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 65 That Cannon Fodder in a Male-Oriented Novel 20

Song Xianyin's heart tightened. Just as she was about to bend down and put the slippers on herself, Pei Qizhan simply put them on her feet.

"Your hands were freezing!" Song Xianyin said with a hint of complaint.

Why didn't he warm his hands before helping her put on the clothes?

Pei Qizhan responded softly, "I understand. Go down and eat."

Song Xianyin has always been very sensitive to other people's attitudes, and at this moment she sensitively noticed Pei Qizhan's indulgence.

This wasn't what she had expected, and she would have to observe him for a while longer, if she could live that long.

Pei Zilang found no money or even a card at Lin Pianyue's house, which angered him so much that he took all the jewelry from the jewelry box.

Since Pei Qizhan took over the Pei family business, his mother has only given him money two or three times, which he has already spent.

Pei Zilang had no choice but to take the full load of jewelry to a luxury goods recycling shop.

Pei Zilang was not satisfied with the money he received, but he had no other way to get it.

Looking at the message on his phone, Pei Zilang's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. He had no choice but to take a gamble.

Anyway, Song Xianyin will definitely get his mother out. Once she's out, he'll ask her for money. His mother will cover for him; she's the best mother in the world.

Since Song Xianyin couldn't visit Lin Pianyue in prison, she could only send some daily necessities to her.

Lin Pianyue spent every day in prison in tears. She regretted it. She shouldn't have been so impulsive. Was it worth it to ruin her future for someone who was about to die?

What if Ayin wants to go into politics in the future and wants to become a civil servant? How will she pass the political background check?

The police officer sighed as he looked at Lin Pianyue. Why did she have to kill someone of all things? Now she's in big trouble. He wondered how long she would be sentenced.

What puzzled her was that Lin Pianyue hadn't been to court yet, even though she should have been convicted by now.

The air was thick with the mingled scents of cigarette smoke and alcohol, sparkling crystal chandeliers shimmered on the ceiling, and waiters moved constantly through the crowd.

Pei Zilang walked into the casino, and his heart began to pound as he touched the revolving door at the entrance.

He stared at the stacks of chips on the gambling table, his eyes filled with longing.

It's okay, it's just a try. He's different from those gamblers; he plays for a while and then leaves.

Pei Zilang placed his bet cautiously, his eyes fixed on the moment the dice landed.

"Just once... just one win," he murmured.

The sounds of slot machines rolling and chips clattering filled the air, while the cheers and curses of gamblers echoed in his ears.

Pei Zilang gradually became more and more passionate, even bordering on madness.

Time passed little by little.

The dim streetlights shone on the snow, and snowflakes kept falling, piling up thicker and thicker until they gradually covered the footprints.

"Huff...huff..." Pei Zilang was panting heavily, his face was frighteningly pale.

His hands were covered in blood and trembling uncontrollably; Pei Zilang was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

Pei Zilang was holding a knife, which he had just grabbed in the chaos.

His mind was blank, his lips were trembling, he didn't know what to do, where to find money, or if they would kill him.

Mom's in prison, so who else is there...?

And...Song Xianyin!

Pei Zilang's eyes suddenly lit up. That's right, he still had Song Xianyin, and he still had his sister. They all had their mother's blood flowing in their veins.

He suddenly missed her terribly; he longed to go back to the happy times they shared as children.

He dialed Song Xianyin's number with trembling hands, but no matter how many times he dialed, he could only hear a cold, mechanical female voice.

Pei Zilang wiped away his tears. He couldn't give up like this; he had to go find his sister.

The drivers on the road were too afraid to give him a ride because of his condition, so Pei Zilang could only walk step by step through the snow to find Song Xianyin.

He walked to a public phone booth and dialed Song Xianyin's number again.

A short while later, he heard a voice on the other end of the phone that brought tears to his eyes.

"Hello. Who is this?"

Pei Zilang choked back tears, crying, "Sister, it's me! It's me, Zilang! I'm here now..."

The call was disconnected the next second.

Pei Zilang was stunned for a moment, then continued to call Song Xianyin, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't get through.

Pei Zilang murmured, "My sister must be angry with me. I need to go apologize to her..."

Pedestrians on the road were startled when they saw Pei Zilang covered in blood and ran away.

Song Xianyin was nestled in Pei Qizhan's arms, so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open. She had just spent a long time on the phone with her mother.

She gets cold all over in winter, and even with the air conditioning on, it still takes her feet a while to warm up.

Pei Qizhan's body was much hotter, and Song Xianyin vaguely wondered if it was because of the training he had done when he was a child.

Pei Qizhan grabbed her feet and placed them on his abs. Looking at Song Xianyin nestled in his arms, Pei Qizhan closed his eyes and rubbed her hair.

Her phone kept lighting up, receiving a constant stream of text messages from unknown numbers.

Sister, please save me, I'm so scared.

A short while later, the screen lit up again.

Sister, Zilang has come to see you.

Pei Qizhan glanced at his phone and immediately put it on silent.

The snow outside was falling heavier and heavier, and the wind was howling, making Pei Zilang's face sting more and more.

He endured the pain of his severed finger and limped to Pei Qizhan's house.

Looking at the villa in front of him, Pei Zilang's eyes lit up. His sister lived here. If he could sell this villa, he would be saved.

He walked up to the bodyguard at the door, panting, and said, "My sister, Song Xianyin, is inside, right? I'm her brother. I'm here to see her."

The bodyguard frowned at him but didn't say anything, while the guard dog next to him kept barking at Pei Zilang.

Pei Zilang chuckled: "Your dog is so disobedient. Why is it barking at me so fiercely?"

He looked at the bodyguard: "Let me in."

The bodyguard said coldly, "President Pei didn't say anyone would be coming."

Pei Zilang was taken aback for a moment, then he laughed loudly and said, "President Pei? I am President Pei's younger brother. Please let me in."

He lost his balance and fell in the snow.

Looking at the motionless bodyguard, Pei Zilang felt a flash of humiliation. Now even a bodyguard dared to look down on him.

He pulled a knife from his pocket and stabbed the bodyguard.

Those who look down on him must die!

The fireplace in the room emitted a soft sound, and Song Xianyin fell into a deeper sleep as she listened to it. Her body gradually warmed up, and her breathing began to become steady.

Pei Qizhan looked at the message on his phone and carefully released Song Xianyin's foot. As soon as he got off the bed, Song Xianyin started to whimper in dissatisfaction.

Pei Qizhan had no choice but to lie on the bed and hold her again.

Song Xianyin treated him like a body pillow. She even demanded that she hug him every time she turned around, which meant that every time she turned around, he had to roll to the other side of the bed to be her portable body pillow.

He didn't know how many times he had to turn over in bed that night.

The bodyguard at the door sniffed and kicked Pei Zilang on the ground: "What do we do next?"

The bodyguard next to him yawned: "Just leave it here for now."

They just happened to be really bored here.