[Quick Transmigration] The Pretty Little Cannon Fodder Who Doesn’t Speak - Chapter 23

Xia Zhixu couldn’t help but wonder if it was true, just as the people of the Xia family always claimed—that he was a jinx. That’s why, shortly after his birth, both his parents died in a car accident. Later, when he met Lu Heyan, even though Lu Heyan had finally been about to free himself from the quagmire that bound him and step into a wider world, he died right before the national college entrance exams.

And now, Song Qingchuan was the same way…

Yuan Bao, “Dear, this isn’t your fault! It has nothing to do with you!! It’s because Song Qingchuan saw Shi Jin nearly getting kidnapped earlier. Influenced by the original plot, he stepped in to save Shi Jin. That’s why those people held a grudge against him—that’s why they went after him…”

Xia Zhixu could no longer hold back his tears. He bowed his head as drops of tears splattered—pat, pat—onto his hands. 

Xia Zhixu, “Yuan Bao, can the system points save him?”

Yuan Bao, “Dear, you haven’t done many good deeds. Even if you volunteered a few times, the points you earned aren’t enough. You don’t have enough points to save someone…”

Even adding Yuan Bao’s own remaining points, it still wouldn’t be enough.

For the first time, Xia Zhixu hated himself for not doing enough good deeds.

‘Had he known this would happen, he never would have avoided tasks because of his social anxiety.’

Hours later, Song Qingchuan was pushed out of the operating room, but the doctor told Xia Zhixu that Song Qingchuan’s condition was critical, and his prognosis depended on subsequent treatment. The best course was to transfer him to a larger, more specialised hospital.

Xia Zhixu couldn’t make sense of the medical jargon, but he understood one thing: he needed a huge sum of money, and Song Qingchuan had to be transferred, or he would be in danger.

Staring at the remaining thirty thousand yuan in his bank account, Xia Zhixu felt a chill run through his entire body.

After racking his not-so-bright brain for a long time, he could only think of one solution—to contact Song Qingchuan’s biological father.

Beyond that, he had no way to gather enough money in a short time to transfer Song Qingchuan to a larger hospital.

Xia Zhixu, “Yuan Bao, find Qi Mingjing. Qi Mingjing can definitely save Song Qingchuan.”

The Qi family was extremely wealthy, and Song Qingchuan was the only child of Qi Mingjing.

Yuan Bao, “In theory, it should work…But Qi Mingjing will definitely be suspicious of you. After all, even he doesn’t know he has a son. If you approach him on your own, given his personality, you might not make it out alive.”

Seeing the light reignite in Xia Zhixu’s eyes, Yuan Bao knew that no amount of persuasion would work now.

‘Forget it. When the time comes, it will do its best to protect Xia Zhixu. It wouldn’t let anything happen to him.’

Xia Zhixu, “Yuan Bao, hurry and check where he is—ah, no, check his phone number!!”

Yuan Bao, “Okay.”

Two minutes later—

Yuan Bao, “Host, you don’t need to look anymore.

Xia Zhixu, “What do you mean?”

Yuan Bao, “Qi Mingjing is already here.”

No sooner had Yuan Bao finished speaking than there was a knock on the ward door. Xia Zhixu instinctively looked up—and saw Shi Jin standing at the doorway alongside a middle-aged man dressed in a neatly pressed suit, exuding an air of wealth and power. 

The man’s brows and eyes bore a faint resemblance to Song Qingchuan’s. Although he was middle-aged, he showed no signs of weight gain—his posture was upright, and his suit was impeccable. A single glance from him could send a chill down your spine.

Shi Jin had always found Song Qingchuan strangely familiar. After returning home, he attended a banquet with his parents and happened to encounter Qi Mingjing. When Qi Mingjing noticed the strange look in her eyes, he casually inquired about it. Shi Jin mentioned Song Qingchuan, explaining he knew someone who bore a striking resemblance to him.

Whether it was Shi Jin’s protagonist aura or Qi Mingjing’s own intuition, he unexpectedly agreed to accompany him all the way here.

Upon arriving in City A, Shi Jin went straight to the construction site and learned of Song Qingchuan’s accident. He quickly brought Qi Mingjing to the hospital.

…

Qi Mingjing lowered his gaze to look at Song Qingchuan, who lay in bed hooked up to various machines. His brows furrowed slightly. 

“This is the one you mentioned?”

Shi Jin nodded. 

“Yes!”

Qi Mingjing turned his head toward his secretary behind him. 

“Have the hospital arrange for a paternity test.”

The secretary suppressed a look of shock and nodded quickly. 

“Yes, sir.”

Having served Qi Mingjing for over twenty years, the secretary had seen him in his youth. What shocked him was that the young man lying in bed looked almost exactly like the young Qi Mingjing.

Xia Zhixu exhaled softly, his taut nerves finally relaxing.

As expected, the paternity test confirmed Song Qingchuan was Qi Mingjing’s son.

Sitting beside the hospital bed, Qi Mingjing glanced at the test results in his hand, then at Song Qingchuan lying in the bed. Finally, he turned to his secretary. 

“Contact the hospital… and investigate that child who’s been staying by his side.”

“Yes, sir!” the secretary nodded.

Qi Mingjing would seek out Xia Zhixu—Xia Zhixu had already guessed as much.

Since the hospital wasn’t convenient, Qi Mingjing took Xia Zhixu to a private room in a nearby restaurant under the pretext of taking him out to eat.

Qi Mingjing didn’t bother with small talk. He placed a stack of documents directly in front of Xia Zhixu. Xia Zhixu glanced at them, his hands clenching nervously. They were all records of the original host’s ambiguous relationships with other men.

He had already vaguely guessed that Qi Mingjing disapproved of him, but would acknowledge Song Qingchuan as his son.

Qi Mingjing stood by the window and asked, “Do you have anything to say about these things?”

Xia Zhixu lowered his eyes, his expression uneasy, lashes trembling as he clenched his hands.

“Nothing.”

The original host had betrayed Song Qingchuan. Since he had taken the original host’s place, he would have to bear all its consequences. There was nothing he could refute.

“Very well. Let me be blunt. He is my son, Qi Mingjing’s son. I have no other children. He will inevitably inherit the Qi family. Whether as the head of the Qi household or as his father, I cannot approve of you. A person who betrays once will betray again. People of our status cannot keep those who have betrayed us. Moreover… you and he are not from the same world.” 

Qi Mingjing turned his head to look at Xia Zhixu.

His gaze held no contempt, yet it made Xia Zhixu feel unbearably ashamed. In that moment, it felt as though a mountain was pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

“He has sponsored your studies for years, and you no longer need to repay that kindness. I will take him to Beijing for treatment, and you don’t need to go with us. However, I am not being unreasonable; the choice is up to you and him. If he recovers and wishes to find you again in the future, I will not stand in his way. Likewise, if you believe you can support him without causing him any trouble, I won’t interfere either. Life is yours to live—prove that to me,” Qi Mingjing said.

Qi Mingjing’s words were far gentler than Xia Zhixu had anticipated.

Xia Zhixu had expected him to hand over a sum of money and demand that he disappear from Song Qingchuan’s life forever.

Xia Zhixu curled his fingers into a tight fist. The air around him felt thinner and thinner with every word Qi Mingjing spoke. His heart felt torn apart, his eyes stinging red. 

He was someone who cried easily—but this time, he didn’t. He held the tears back with all his strength.