Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 5

Sorry ㅠ ㅠ. I could not post the scheduled chapter on Monday, so I am going to post it today as well.

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On the third day of rest, Su Yunjing regained his strength.

Song Wenqian had made the original host’s favorite—soup dumplings, with thin skins and juicy, flavorful filling. She even added some lard to the mix for extra richness.

The dumplings were delicately wrapped, each one only about half the size of a palm.

Even Su Yunjing ended up eating five or six in one sitting.

To him, these weren’t buns ¹—they were just slightly oversized steamed dumplings.

After dinner, while the original host’s parents were watching the evening news, Su Yunjing packed a few soup dumplings.

They had finished the egg soup as a family, so Su Yunjing made Fu Hanzhou a packet of Weiwei Soy Milk.

“Weiwei Soy Milk brings joy and delight.”

Chear up, dear readers! your little cool cub is about to be fed!

Su Yunjing had no experience in raising kids and didn’t really know how to deal with them.

But just looking at how skinny Fu Hanzhou was, he instinctively felt he should try to fatten the kid up a little.

When he got to the orphanage, he didn’t see the little cold cub under the locust tree. Su Yunjing frowned.

Where was he?

Sick? Or… adopted?

Fu Hanzhou actually had a biological father, and not an ordinary one either.

His mother wasn’t a mistress or anything. She and father Fu had been in a normal relationship.

Mother Fu was stunning in her youth, with an elegant air. Paired with the equally outstanding Father Fu, they were the perfect golden couple.

But over time, her possessiveness became extreme. It was too much for Father  Fu, who eventually broke things off.

By then, she was already pregnant. She thought having the baby would bring him back.

But things didn’t go as she hoped. After she gave birth, Father  Fu only wanted custody of the child.

That result simulated mother Fu and her condition worsened.

For some reason, she didn’t hand over the baby. Instead, she took him and disappeared.

Without Madam Fu’s entanglement, Father Fu got married, had children, and started a new life.

But a tragic accident took that son’s life.

His wife, unable to bear the grief, passed away a year later from illness.

After a series of blows, Mr. Fu remembered in grief that he still had another son.

The novel mentioned that Fu Hanzhou was taken home by his biological father at age of seven.

He was seven this year, but Su Yunjing remembered it happening just before New Year’s in the story.

It was only June now and there was still a half-year left.

He asked around and found out that Fu Hanzhou wasn’t sick or adopted.

He had just gotten into a fight before dinner, so the aunt at the orphanage put him in solitary confinement to reflect on his mistake.

It was probably to emphasize how miserable Fu Hanzhou’s childhood was, providing a reasonable explanation for his future descent into a yandere. The orphanage caretaker not only put him in solitary confinement but also beat him.

She struck Fu Hanzhou’s palms over a dozen times with a ruler.

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Fu Hanzhou was locked in the confinement room, sitting alone in the corner with his back against the wall.

His pen and sketchbook had been confiscated. He gazed into the distance through the tattered window screen.

The weather was gloomy, thick clouds pressing down from above, making everything feel stifling and heavy.

Suddenly, a round little head popped up in the window, blocking his view.

Seeing the familiar face, Fu Hanzhou frowned slightly and turned his gaze away.

Su Yunjing stood on two bricks, peering through the window. He quickly spotted the little Fu Hanzhou in the corner.

Fu Hanzhou sat huddled against the wall, eyes downcast, long, dark crow feather-like lashes casting heavy shadows across his face.

His childish but beautiful face was blank and indifferent.

“Are your hands okay?” Su Yunjing asked.

He’d heard from the other kids that Fu Hanzhou had refused to admit he was wrong, which only made the orphanage aunties angrier and beat him harder.

In truth, when the adults at the orphanage looked into Fu Hanzhou’s pitch-black, utterly pure eyes, they sometimes felt a sense of unease.

He was only seven, but when they hit him, he did not cry or make a sound; instead, he stared back expressionlessly.

Those eyes were beautiful, but it felt like something violent and feral was lurking beneath the surface, waiting to break free.

It scared people.

The teacher, who had originally just meant to scare him, ended up hitting him harder than intended.

Fu Hanzhou didn’t respond or even look at Su Yunjing.

Seeing he was still ignoring him, Su Yunjing didn’t give up.

“Fine, we’re not friends anymore. Let’s just be strangers. If you don’t want to talk, don’t. If you don’t want to look at me, that’s your choice.”

“I brought some soup dumplings from home. You can eat the food without bothering with me.”

Su Yunjing picked up a dumpling from the bag and held it out through the broken window screen.

He truly didn’t mind if Fu Hanzhou treated him like someone who filled his stomach but not his heart.

“My mom added some lard into the filling. Just one bite and the soup will bursts out. Super tasty.”

He tempted him, “Just try it, they’re really fragrant.”

Fu Hanzhou hadn’t had dinner and was starving by now, but he still didn’t move.

His stomach let out an honest grumble.

The sound wasn’t loud, so Su Yunjing didn’t hear it but Fu Hanzhou, out of stubborn pride, pressed his lips tightly together and turned his back, not wanting to acknowledge him.

“I heard he started it, and you got punished because of him. But now, he’ll be eating the dumplings I brought for you and drinking the soy milk I made for you and sleep well tonight with a full belly.”

“If you won’t eat, I’ll give the food to the kid you fought with.”

Su Yunjing kept talking, carefully watching for any reaction.

But with Fu Hanzhou facing away, he couldn’t see the boy’s expression.

“I’m really going now,” Su Yunjing said louder, pretending to leave.

He hopped off the bricks. When Fu Hanzhou turned around, all he saw was the top of Su Yunjing’s head.

Noticing the reaction, Su Yunjing immediately got back on the bricks.

“Come here!” he said, beckoning to Fu Hanzhou.

Fu Hanzhou’s dark eyes grew even deeper, rage swirling beneath the surface.

He didn’t understand why this person kept bothering him.

For one brief moment, Fu Hanzhou seriously thought about using the pencil sharpener blade he’d hidden to cut into this person’s artery.

His fingers clenched the knife inside his pocket, fingertips brushing against the blade.

His mind was full of that woman’s shrill curses.

“No one in this world will ever be good to a little beast like you.”

Staring at the bluish vein along Su Yunjing’s neck, Fu Hanzhou’s teeth clenched with murderous intent.

Playing with the blade with his finger, he lowered his eyes and began walking toward Su Yunjing, step by step.

Seeing him come over, Su Yunjing was overjoyed.

“Here.”

He reached through the mesh screen, holding out a plump white dumpling.

His palm faced upward, wrist exposed, with two veins clearly visible.

Fu Hanzhou stared at his wrist—then pulled his own hand from his pocket.