Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 2
After two failed attempts, Su Yunjing finally learned his lesson.
Offering food didn’t work on Fu Hanzhou.
When he got home, Su Yunjing changed his strategy for providing warmth.
Giving gifts, after all, is about knowing what the other person likes.
That night, Su Yunjing cracked open the piggy bank that belonged to the original host.
Although it didn’t feel quite right to take a kid’s pocket money, Su Yunjing was only eight years old now and there really weren’t many other options.
He fished out ten coins from the piggy bank, and the next day, when he went to school, Su Yunjing made a big investment— spending eight yuan on a brand-new box of colored pencils.
The novel barely described the orphanage where Fu Hanzhou spent his childhood— only a few lines.
Even though the plot didn’t focus on it, the world-building was solid.
At this point in the story’s timeline, the country’s economy hadn’t developed. In small county towns, consumption capacity was limited , and wages and prices weren’t high.
So for a kid, eight yuan was actually a lot.
After school, Su Yunjing took the box of colored pencils and went to the orphanage.
Worried that Fu Hanzhou might reject the gift, Su Yunjing stuffed the box of pencils into his arms and left.
After running seven or eight steps, Su Yunjing turned back to look at Fu Hanzhou. “These are for you. I want to be your friend.”
“We’ll see each other tomorrow,” he said, waving before leaving the orphanage.
It’s hard for him, a grown adult, pretending to be a kid just to get along with another kid.
Fu Hanzhou looked at the colored pencils in his arms and watched Su Yunjing’s retreating figure. His clear, black-and-white eyes flickered slightly.
Su Yunjing was sure this gift had hit the mark.
After all, drawing was Fu Hanzhou’s only spiritual sustenance.
The next day, when he went to the orphanage again, Fu Hanzhou’s actions confirmed his hunch.
Su Yunjing held the pencil case Fu Hanzhou gave him, eyes crinkling with a bit of a smile. “Is this for me?”
The case was old and worn, probably something the orphanage had received through donations.
Fu Hanzhou didn’t say a word. He just looked at Su Yunjing.
Fu Hanzhou’s eyes were pitch black, as if dotted with ink, pure and untainted.
When he stared at someone like that, without blinking…
Honestly, it was a bit unnerving.
But Su Yunjing, overwhelmed by the joy of getting a return gift, didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.
The pencil case had some weight to it, so there was obviously something inside.
Su Yunjing opened the metal case, and when he saw what was inside, the smile on his face froze.
Inside was a dead, bloody rat.
Uh…
Well, that was… unique.
It was so unique that Su Yunjing, who was mentally 23 years old, felt his scalp tingle.
Truly worthy of the title yandere!
Fu Hanzhou’s pale, delicate face held a coldness far beyond his age under the bl00d-red glow of the setting sun.
He stared at Su Yunjing, watching his expression shift from shock, to calm, to resignation.
Su Yunjing silently closed the lid of the case and forced out a stiff smile.
“Thanks for the gift. There are a lot of stray cats in my neighborhood, so I will bring it back to feed them.”
What was inside really grossed him out.
But after all, Su Yunjing was mentally an adult in his twenties. He wouldn’t get mad at a kid like Fu Hanzhou.
He was just a little concerned about his mental state.
After all, no normal seven-year-old would come up with something like this. A dead caterpillar in a pencil case would be about the limit for most kids.
Fu Hanzhou hadn’t expected Su Yunjing to react like that. He froze for a second.
But he quickly returned to his cold demeanor and threw the colored pencils Su Yunjing had given him the day before back at him.
Su Yunjing picked up the pencils and sat down next to Fu Hanzhou.
“You killed the rat yourself?” Su Yunjing asked.
Fu Hanzhou lifted his pretty eyes to look at him. “I stabbed it to death with a sharpened stick.”
Su Yunjing: …
The way he said ‘stabbed to death’ was disturbingly vivid. Su Yunjing could already picture the furry little thing struggling.
Gross!
“You weren’t afraid it’d bite you?” Su Yunjing asked, curling the corner of his mouth.
Fu Hanzhou didn’t answer.
Just as Su Yunjing figured he wouldn’t respond again, Fu Hanzhou suddenly said, “There are a lot in the room.”
Fu Hanzhou actually liked cleanliness, but given the current conditions, he couldn’t help it.
There were a lot of rats in his room, and when he had nothing to do, he would hunt them with a stick.
This was one of the reasons the other kids didn’t like him— even the kindergarten teachers thought there was something wrong with him.
Once Su Yunjing realized what Fu Hanzhou was talking about, he felt a wave of discomfort all over his body.
The orphanage wasn’t big, with only about twenty children living there.
Because it wasn’t well-known, donations were rare. They mostly relied on government subsidies to get by.
However, Clothing wasn’t an issue, as residents from nearby communities often donated their old clothes and shoes.
But Su Yunjing hadn’t expected Fu Hanzhou’s living conditions to be this bad. He didn’t even dare to think further.
Looking at the kids playing on the slides in the distance, Su Yunjing felt a sudden ache in his heart.
Right now, Su Yunjing was just eight years old. With no money, no power, no influence.
He couldn’t do anything for the kids at the orphanage. Even buying a cake for Fu Hanzhou meant dipping into the original host’s allowance.
After getting home, Su Yunjing asked Song Wenqian to call the relevant department and report the orphanage’s situation.
Song Wenqian was a mother and a mother of a sick child, no less.
The original host’s condition wasn’t good, so she had neither the time nor the energy to extend her maternal love to other children.
All she could do was make that one phone call.
Su Yunjing was already very grateful that she did.
After she hung up, Su Yunjing said, “Mom, I miss Nainai. Can I call her?”
Song Wenqian pinched his ear lightly and scolded with a smile, “Your Nainai spoiled you for nothing.”
Su Yunjing: …
Oops. Guess he didn’t play fair with the elders.
“I’ll call Nainai (P. Grandmother) first, then I’ll call Laolao (M. Grandmother),” he quickly added to save himself.
The original host had been frail and sickly since childhood, but also very sensible, which made the whole family dote on him.
Su Yunjing called the original host’s Nainai because he wanted her to report the rat problem in the orphanage dorms.
He made sure to look at the office phone number at the orphanage and read it out to her.
Over the next few days, Su Yunjing planned to call the host’s Laolao, aunt, and all the other relatives, asking them to help put pressure on the orphanage to deal with the problem.
He had no other choice. As an eight-year-old, all he could do was mobilize the family.
The next day was Saturday. Su Yunjing spent the morning doing homework and the afternoon watching dramas with Song Wenqian.
In the evening, while she was cooking, he took a few coins from the piggy bank and slipped out.
He purchased a few sausages for fifty cents each, then went to the area surrounding the orphanage dorms and broke them into pieces, scattering them everywhere.
He hoped some stray cats would come for the sausages, and take care of the rats while they were at it.
His actions caught Fu Hanzhou’s attention. He watched as Su Yunjing tossed sausage bits around.
Sensing Fu Hanzhou’s gaze, Su Yunjing looked up at him.
Fu Hanzhou’s jet-black pupils were like water from a cold spring— dark, clear, and distant.
Su Yunjing couldn’t read what this cold, aloof little yandere was thinking.
“Want a sausage?” he offered kindly.
Fu Hanzhou lowered his gaze and ignored him.
Su Yunjing didn’t push it and just went back to what he was doing.
[t/n: Hi👋, Translator here. If you have any question or find any type of mistakes and typos feel free to let me know.]