Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 22 That Yandere Novel Cannon Fodder 1

Looking at Song Xianyin, who was lying in her wife's arms and half asleep, Song's father gently rubbed her head.

Both he and his wife are busy with work and have very little time to spend with her, but they don't want to have another child.

"We need to find someone who listens to us," Song's mother said with some worry in her eyes.

She was afraid that an overly assertive child would take advantage of Ayin.

Human nature is biased; it's impossible to treat the two children completely equally. They were also afraid that Ayin would be wronged.

Upon arriving at the orphanage, the director warmly introduced the children to Mr. and Mrs. Song.

"This child is exceptionally smart; he learns things very quickly, and he is also kind-hearted, never getting into conflicts with anyone."

The child in front of them was holding a tattered doll. She stood nervously in front of them, her big eyes full of unease.

Mr. Song frowned as he looked at the child: "How old is this child? We hope to find a child older than Ayin."

The girl's gaze lingered on Song Xianyin's shoes—delicate little red leather shoes that she had only ever seen in fairy tales.

She stared longingly at Song Xianyin's face; this older sister was truly beautiful.

Song Xianyin didn't understand what the adults were saying, so she leaned on her father's shoulder and looked around.

There are so many children here; they're all watching her in the room.

Song Xianyin was a little puzzled as to why they weren't going out to play.

Just as she was lost in thought, a boy rushed up, stood in front of the girl, and angrily said, "You're not allowed to sell my sister!"

When the girl saw the boy, her eyes immediately reddened, and she hid behind him.

The dean smiled awkwardly at the scene: "President Song, this kid just likes to talk nonsense."

She bent down and patted the boy's shoulder: "Qi Bai, don't you want your sister to have a good life? Staying here..."

The boy shook off her hand, his eyes filled with anger: "Get away, you old witch!"

The dean's face immediately darkened. She forced a smile at Madam Song and said, "Madam Song, let me find you another girl."

Looking at the pitiful little girl, Song's mother thought she seemed like an obedient child and was quite pleasing to the eye.

She glanced at Song Xianyin and saw her looking at the little girl curiously, and understood what she meant.

But the boy next to him...

Song's mother looked at the fierce-looking boy.

"Little sister, is this your brother?" Song's mother gently rubbed her head.

The little girl nodded timidly.

Song's mother and father exchanged a glance. Anyway, the family wasn't short of money, and they could afford to raise another child.

The little girl tugged at the little boy's clothes, her expression a mixture of longing and fear.

Afraid of frightening them, Mr. Song said gently, "Little sister, how about we bring your brother home too?"

If you take them all back together, they will be grateful. But if you only take one back, they will harbor resentment and won't be able to play with Ayin properly.

The boy was stunned by what he heard and stared at them blankly.

Song's father gently coaxed Song Xianyin in his arms, and Song Xianyin leaned on his shoulder, feeling sleepy again.

Children always sleep a lot.

They're all playmates anyway, one more won't make a difference.

Upon hearing this, the dean couldn't hide her smile and immediately led them to complete the formalities.

The dean kept praising how kind-hearted they were. Song Xianyin didn't understand anything, and the dean looked at her and said with emotion, "Miss Song is obviously a kind person."

Song's mother didn't like to hear compliments, but she liked to hear others praise her daughter.

The dean breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Song's mother's expression; he was right to praise her.

The formalities were completed quickly. Song's mother held Song Xianyin in her arms and sat behind them. Song Xianyin watched them curiously the whole time.

The two children sat quietly in their seats, extremely still.

Song's mother teased her, "With an extra brother and sister, Aying is not happy."

Song Xianyin blushed, nestled in her mother's arms, and refused to come out.

Song's mother laughed when she saw her and kissed her on the forehead.

"Mom, you can't kiss me in front of other people."

"why?"

"Because Ayin gets shy."

The girl looked at the gentle Song's mother with envy in her eyes. If she and her brother had a mother, would their mother be just as gentle?

The boy looked at the orphanage that was shrinking, a hint of hatred flashing in his eyes.

The car drove slowly and soon stopped in front of an elegant villa.

Shen Keyun stared blankly at the villa in front of her. Was she in a fairy tale world?

White wooden fences, countless roses, green lawns, towering reddish-brown roofs, and a sculpted fountain in the middle of the courtyard, with water droplets splashing onto the roses beside it.

Mr. and Mrs. Song briefly explained a few things to the housekeeper and then prepared to leave.

"Ayin, have fun with your brothers and sisters at home, okay? Mom and Dad will come home to play with you tonight, okay?" Song's mother kissed Song Xianyin's cheek.

Song Xianyin nodded vigorously: "Mom, I'll be a good girl and wait for you at home."

As soon as Song's parents left, Song Xianyin immediately clung to Shen Qibai.

Shen Qibai coldly looked at Song Xianyin, who was blocking his way. Song Xianyin called out in a clear voice, "Brother."

Shen Qibai frowned: "You don't need to call me brother."

He was bought by them; he has no right to be her brother.

Song Xianyin's eyes immediately reddened. This was the first time in her life that someone had rejected her, but looking at Shen Qibai's face, Song Xianyin silently swallowed her grievances.

"Then can you be my brother? Only good-looking people can be my brother." Song Xianyin's tears clung to her eyelashes, making her look extremely pitiful.

Shen Qibai narrowed his eyes as he looked at the pitiful Song Xianyin in front of him. Perhaps he could use her to deal with that woman.

He approached Song Xianyin with feigned friendliness: "Ayin, I can be your brother, but I have an enemy. Can you help me get revenge?"

Song Xianyin looked at him with a puzzled expression: "What is an enemy?"

Shen Qibai looked into her eyes: "This is the person you have to get rid of in this lifetime, Ayin. Can you help your brother?"

He doesn't have the ability to deal with those people yet.

Song Xianyin nodded vigorously: "Of course, brother!"

Shen Qibai laughed out loud at her expression. Things weren't that complicated after all.

Song Xianyin smiled at Shen Qibai and gave him her doll: "Brother, this is my favorite doll, I'm giving it to you!"

A hint of disgust flashed in Shen Qibai's eyes: "I don't want it, it has your saliva on it."

Song Xianyin blushed and defended herself, saying, "No, I didn't!"

“I saw you sleeping in the car, and it was your mother who wiped your mouth.”

For the first time in her life, Song Xianyin felt embarrassed. She lowered her head sullenly and said, "Okay then."

Mom is lying. Yesterday, Mom said she looked like Snow White when she slept, but Snow White doesn't drool when she sleeps.