Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 36.1

After Fu Hanzhou left, Jiang Chuanian’s life returned to its calm routine.

After school, Su Yunjing would come to his classroom to pick him up and take him home.

He’d carry him on his back, stay over like always, and they would do homework together while waiting for his parents to return.

Jiang Chuanian liked living this way and didn’t want anyone to disturb it.

Honestly, when he heard that Su Yunjing’s pretty friend was leaving, he felt extremely, extremely happy.

After finishing his math workbook, Jiang Chuanian asked softly, “I have strawberries at home. Do you want some? I can go wash a few for you.”

Su Yunjing was just about to refuse when his phone rang in his pocket.

He took it out, saw the caller ID, and the corner of his lips curved before he answered.

From Su Yunjing’s expression, Jiang Chuanian immediately knew who was calling.

He did feel a bit envious of their friendship, slightly inferior for not being Su Yunjing’s best friend but since the other person never looked down on him, and even came to take him to and from school every day, spending evenings doing homework together, he was already very happy.

Jiang Chuanian didn’t say anything, just quietly wheeled himself away from the desk toward the kitchen to wash the strawberries.

Ever since they made up, Fu Hanzhou had called Su Yunjing every day.

“I have good news for you. Remember that woman who splashed water on the two of us?” Su Yunjing said with a grin. “I heard she’s not selling fruit at the entrance anymore.”

Just mentioning it filled him with satisfaction.

He’d heard from Jiang Chuanian’s parents yesterday that people had been repeatedly reporting her for shorting customers, and the Industry and Commerce Bureau had confiscated her stall.

Now something had happened at her home too—apparently someone, a loan shark, had splashed paint on her place or something.

Su Yunjing didn’t know the exact details, only what Jiang Chuanian’s parents had casually mentioned.

“Serves her right,” Su Yunjing said with a sigh. “The wicked will be punished, but it also indirectly means that no matter how poor you are, you shouldn’t borrow at high interest rates.”

“Mm. The wicked will be punished,” Fu Hanzhou replied evenly.

He was standing under a locust tree, his gaze fixed on a third-floor apartment across the street, where the lights were on.

“Are you home from school already?” Fu Hanzhou asked.

“No, I’m at Xiaonian’s house.” Su Yunjing instinctively glanced at Jiang Chuanian as he spoke.

Jiang Chuanian had opened the fridge, struggling to grip the armrest of his wheelchair as he reached for the squid strips on the top shelf for Su Yunjing.

Seeing this, Su Yunjing quickly got up, crossed the room, and helped take it down.

“This one?” Su Yunjing asked.

Jiang Chuanian nodded.

“Hm?”

Fu Hanzhou’s cool, pleasant voice came through the phone.

“I’m not talking to you,” Su Yunjing said, phone held between his ear and shoulder. “I’m helping Xiaonian get something.”

Fu Hanzhou’s voice cooled. “You call him that intimately?”

Su Yunjing didn’t think it was intimate. Back in his hometown, that’s just how neighbors addressed each other.

When he’d first met Jiang Chuanian, he rarely called him by name. Even when he did, it was always the full name.

Later, after meeting Jiang Chuanian’s parents and chatting with them, he noticed they always called him “Xiaonian.” It felt awkward and impolite to keep using the full name, so he’d followed suit—until it became habit.

Hearing the dissatisfaction in Fu Hanzhou’s tone, Su Yunjing, knowing how possessive he could be, couldn’t help letting out a soft laugh.

“Just the other day I called you ‘Little Fu,’ and you ignored me,” Su Yunjing teased.

He meant it casually, but Fu Hanzhou took it to heart.

Leaning against the locust tree, his figure shrouded in darkness, he watched as a black sedan approached with high beams on, momentarily casting golden light over his face and illuminating the delicate mist in his eyes.

Something felt off to Su Yunjing. “Hanzhou?” he called.

“Mm,” came the nasal reply—so heavy Su Yunjing barely caught it before the sound was drowned by a car horn from Fu Hanzhou’s side.

“You still outside?” Su Yunjing asked, glancing at the living room clock.

“Mm.”

“What’s wrong with your voice? Do you have a cold?” Su Yunjing could hear his nasal tone.

“No.” Fu Hanzhou looked at the lighted window on the third floor, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible, “Just… kind of miss you.”

He knew Su Yunjing had transferred back to Henglin because of the scandal involving Wen Yanlai, and it was he who had pushed him away, sending him to another school to meet new people.

Now Su Yunjing was warmly calling someone else “Xiaonian.”

Fu Hanzhou’s heart seemed to be stirred by a pair of big hands, sometimes painful, sometimes resentful.

The resentment kept eroding him, making him extremely disgusted with himself.

Watching the passing cars, his lips trembled, images of bloody wreckage crashed by a car flashed through his mind. Without realizing it, he stepped forward toward the street.

From Su Yunjing’s side, it just sounded noisy, as if Fu Hanzhou was stuck in traffic and had called out of boredom.

Chewing on the squid strips, Su Yunjing said casually, “My aunt’s birthday’s coming up. If she doesn’t come at home, I might go to the capital. I’ll find you then.”

It was a coincidence that Wen Yanlai’s birthday was on the eighth day of the ninth lunar month. That day happened to be a Friday, and the tenth day of the ninth lunar month was Fu Hanzhou’s birthday.

He had celebrated his birthday with Fu Hanzhou once when they were children, and he wondered if the little cool cub still celebrated that birthday.

Fu Hanzhou was already standing at the bend in the road. The whole world felt bizarre and strange, as the beast within him furiously tore at his internal organs. The excruciating pain gave Fu Hanzhou a twisted pleasure.

A voice tempted him: just one more step forward, just one more step and it will all end.

Just as Fu Hanzhou was about to heed the call of his heart, Su Yunjing’s voice drifted through the network cable, tinged with a smile, relaxed and warm.

Fu Hanzhou couldn’t catch every word because of the traffic, but he vaguely heard something about the capital and coming to see him.

It was like waking from a dream. “Will you… come back?” he asked in a daze, still standing in the street as passing cars honked their horns while cursing.

“What? It’s so noisy over there, I can’t hear you,” Su Yunjing said, frowning. The street next to the community was equally loud, so he went to the window to see what was happening.

Fu Hanzhou panicked when he couldn’t hear Su Yunjing’s voice.

He quickly found a quiet spot and repeated anxiously, “What did you say?”

Su Yunjing opened the window, his gaze scanning the street across. He shouted across the line, “I said, I might go to the capital to find you in a couple of days! Hear me now?”

The strawberries Jiang Chuanian was washing nearly slipped from his hands at the sudden shout.

All the darkness and restlessness in Fu Hanzhou’s heart melted away. “Okay”,The fierceness in Fu Hanzhou’s eyes slowly dissipated. His brows curved, and his voice was clear and gentle, “I’ll wait for you.”

After hanging up, Su Yunjing lingered at the window to watch the commotion outside.There seemed to be a traffic jam up ahead, but it was too dark for him to see clearlySu Yunjing closed the window again.

He started counting the days, planning to call Wen Yanlai soon about the trip—only to have her call first, dropping a bombshell.

“Fu Hanzhou’s transferring to your school, Henglin No. 2 High.”

Su Yunjing: “…”

The little cool cub really did act on whims.