After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Gong, I Ended Up with the Cannon Fodder - Chapter 9

Yin Man pressed her lips together, her dark eyes holding a hint of coldness. Outside the window, the sky was overcast, and a torrential downpour blurred the view.

The morning had been bright and sunny, but by afternoon, a heavy rain had begun to fall. Yin Man felt heavy-hearted and her body ached. She was still enveloped in pain, and memories that increasingly felt foreign to her own surfaced, blurring the lines of her identity.

Was she Yin Man, the eldest daughter of the Yin Family?

Or Yin Man, an ordinary office worker?

When she first arrived, she had constantly worried about being exposed as an imposter. But as time passed, she realized her fears were unfounded. The original host’s consciousness was far more pervasive than she had imagined, with ingrained patterns of interaction with everyone. Even when deviations occurred, they would self-correct.

This included her family and her temperament.

The slap she had given Wang Gu was not something Yin Man herself would have done; it was an action driven by the original host’s body.

Could this body one day completely consume me? Yin Man couldn’t find an answer.

Yin Youxia entered the hospital room carrying a cup of hot water, her gaze hesitant. Finally, she spoke, “I think you’ve become more… human.”

Human? That meant she was Yin Man.

The Yin Man who had transmigrated into the novel, not the cruel Yin Man of the original story.

Huff—

As if understanding dawned, Yin Man’s expression softened. She sat quietly in her wheelchair, dismissing Yin Youxia. The vast hospital room was now empty except for her and the unconscious Liu Siyin.

Regardless of who she was, at least for now, she meant well. Liu Siyin was her goodwill.

The fate of cannon fodder was too tragic, so she decided to offer them a different kind of solace, such as protecting them.

When Yin Zhe and Liu Mei arrived after finalizing the wedding arrangements, Yin Zhe’s expression remained stormy. He asked, “The wedding is settled, but do you really want to marry her?”

Yin Zhe had always been a doting brother, willing to help Yin Man get everything she wanted, including Liu Siyin. But that didn’t mean he understood. He acknowledged Liu Siyin’s beauty, but believed that a woman needed more than just looks to be truly special. After several encounters with her, he concluded that she was a beautiful but dull wooden doll—pretty but utterly lacking in charm.

He had carefully considered Yin Man’s future. Even if she preferred women and desired a beautiful partner, she should marry someone with wit and warmth. In Yin Zhe’s eyes, Liu Siyin—a blind, illegitimate daughter with no sharp edges—was simply unworthy of Yin Man.

“I actually quite like her,” Yin Zhe said, his features sharp and his dark eyes lowered slightly. When he heard the word “like,” a mocking smile curled his lips, tinged with icy disdain. “Because of her face?”

Yin Man could sense Yin Zhe’s dislike for Liu Siyin, his sister-in-law. In the original story, Yin Zhe was supposed to favor women who were gentle, understanding, and charming—like Mei Xuying. Why Mei Xuying? Because in the book, both men and women adored her, including Wang Gu, the man who harassed Liu Siyin.

She wondered if her arrival had triggered a butterfly effect, causing Liu Siyin to become Wang Gu’s target and suffer this ordeal.

Her fingers, gripping the wheelchair armrests, turned white.

“I just feel… I bear some responsibility for this.”

Yin Zhe frowned. “A sudden surge of sympathy?”

Sympathy was precisely what Yin Man lacked most. He couldn’t understand her change of heart. Yin Man shook her head gently. “Not exactly.”

“Brother,” she continued, “don’t you think I’m even more pitiful? I don’t even have the right to stand. In her, I see a reflection of myself. If I didn’t have you, if I weren’t the eldest daughter of the Yin Family, if no one cared about me… wouldn’t I be even worse off than her?”

In moments of stark clarity, she understood that this life wasn’t truly hers. She also recognized the similarities between her past self and Liu Siyin: both had endured their struggles alone, without anyone’s concern.

If she had lost her sight in her previous life, she might have lost the will to live as well.

She didn’t even crave life as much as Liu Siyin did.

Yin Zhe was silent for a moment before saying flatly, “Anyone who dares bully you, I’ll kill them.”

Yin Man’s vision gradually blurred. “No one would dare bully me,” she murmured.

Because now, she had family and a brother.

She was the one who bullied others.

Yin Zhe didn’t press further about Liu Siyin. “Wang Gu was also brought to the hospital—the same one.”

Liu Mei didn’t strike him as someone foolish enough to send Wang Gu here. “Wang Gu’s fiancée works at this hospital,” Yin Zhe explained.

“Oh,” Yin Man replied. It made no difference to her; Wang Gu would never dare touch Liu Siyin again.

Yin Zhe carefully scrutinized Liu Siyin. “He’s quite the rare specimen.”

So, in Yin Zhe’s eyes, a stunning beauty was merely a rare creature. Yin Man mentally reviewed Yin Zhe’s past conquests—both men and women, all handsome, but none truly breathtaking.

The Original Host had once questioned Yin Zhe’s taste. He had simply replied, “If they’re too beautiful, I might not be able to let them go.”

Yin Zhe would never let emotions hold him back. In this world teeming with Scum Gongs, he was one of them, forever seeking new prey and discarding the old. Novelty was the foundation of his affections.

Compared to this, Yin Man seemed rather vulgar.

If Liu Siyin hadn’t been so stunningly beautiful, Yin Man doubted she would have acted this way. She might have saved her, but not with the intention of marrying her.

Liu Siyin slept for a long time, only waking up late at night. For her, it made little difference, as all times of day were equally dark. The fear of darkness gripped her consciousness, leaving her with nothing but terror upon awakening. “Man… Sister Man?” she called out tentatively, recalling hearing Yin Man had come to fetch her before she lost consciousness.

“You’re awake,” Yin Man’s voice sounded close by, so close that Liu Siyin froze. She could even feel the warmth of Yin Man’s breath on her ear. Reaching out, she touched Yin Man’s soft arm. If her senses weren’t mistaken, they seemed to be lying together.

So close… so hot.

Liu Siyin’s ears flushed crimson, her delicate, pale lobes glowing with heat. Yin Man smiled faintly. She was nothing like the carefully cultivated seductress Liu Mei had groomed to ensnare men—this girl was far too easily flustered.

Yin Man reached out and pinched Liu Siyin’s ear, the burning temperature betraying her embarrassment. “Scared?” Yin Man asked.

In truth, she simply wanted to stay at the hospital to care for Liu Siyin, but her mobility was limited and her health still fragile. Yin Zhe, without hesitation, tossed her onto the bed beside Liu Siyin, declaring they would recover together. After all, it was her leg that was the problem.

She and Liu Siyin were quite the pair—one crippled, the other blind—a truly frail couple.

Yin Man’s gaze softened. Though Liu Siyin couldn’t see, she felt the gentle brush of those hands against her ear. Liu Siyin murmured softly, “Sister Man, thank you.”

“For what? For saving you, or for sleeping with you?”

At this, Liu Siyin’s jade-white face flushed with embarrassment, like delicate flower petals unfurling before her eyes, releasing a faint, sweet fragrance.

“Both… both,” she whispered, the words barely audible, soft and warm, melting Yin Man’s heart.

She’s so good.

Yin Man had sensed her docility from their first meeting, and the more time they spent together, the more she realized how obedient and gentle Liu Siyin truly was. Yin Man pinched her cheek, her voice softening, “Don’t be so polite. Just don’t do anything foolish again. If that scissors had pierced the wrong spot, you’d be dead.”

“Okay, I promise I won’t do anything foolish again,” Liu Siyin said, a smile blooming on her face.

Yin Man lowered her gaze and saw the shy smile playing on Liu Siyin’s soft lips. A strand of dark hair curled against the nape of her neck, contrasting sharply with her snow-white skin. Yin Man couldn’t resist reaching out to gently brush her shoulder, but she quickly realized the gesture was too forward and awkwardly withdrew her hand. “Your skin is really nice,” she mumbled.

Liu Siyin leaned forward, closing the distance between them. “Then go ahead and touch it, Sister Man.” She gritted her teeth, as if offering herself up for sacrifice.

Yin Man froze. “Do you act like this with Yin Youxia too?”

She regretted the question the moment it left her lips. Yin Youxia had always treated Liu Siyin with disdain, let alone share a bed with her—even being near Liu Siyin seemed to disgust her. It was absurd to imagine Liu Siyin acting this way with Youxia. Yin Man had no idea what possessed her to blurt out such a question.

As expected, Liu Siyin’s eyes rimmed with red. She lowered her head. “I don’t.”

“Really,” she whispered, her voice trembling with wounded innocence as she pleaded her innocence to Yin Man. Yin Man felt a pang of sympathy. She cupped Liu Siyin’s chin. “I know.”

Unfortunately, Liu Siyin couldn’t see, missing the tenderness in Yin Man’s eyes.

Yin Man held Liu Siyin in her arms for a while before a caregiver came to lift her from the bed into her wheelchair. This arrangement was still too inconvenient. Yin Man had always had personal nurses, several of them working in shifts, specifically to care for her legs. The original host had grown accustomed to this life, but Yin Man struggled to adjust. Having to be carried even to get out of bed made her understand why the original Yin Man had broken down. Being completely dependent on another person for every aspect of life must be incredibly painful.

If only my legs could walk again.

She tensed the muscles in her legs slightly, and to her surprise—

Yin Man turned to look out the window, squinting slightly. Her slender fingers gripped the wheelchair armrests. Her leg had just moved.

Before she could confirm whether it was a hallucination, a sharp pain erupted from her knee, spreading throughout her body. Beads of sweat the size of peas dripped down her face. The caregiver noticed. “Miss Yin, what’s wrong?”

The commotion startled Liu Siyin, who reached out blindly. “Sister Man, what’s happening?”

She reached out, groping blindly for Yin Man. In a moment of carelessness, she stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud.

“Liu Siyin!” Yin Man startled and rushed to help her up, but with a slight tug, she herself tumbled to the ground. The caregiver panicked and hurried to assist, but Yin Man leaned heavily against Liu Siyin. “Are you hurt?”

Liu Siyin finally grasped Yin Man’s hands—warm and reassuring.

“Sister Man, what’s wrong?” Probably my body rejecting the treatment, she thought. The pain is unbearable, intermittent, and relentless. Sooner or later, it will kill me.

Just as Yin Man had this thought, she realized the pain had vanished.

It seems to have disappeared the moment I took Liu Siyin’s hand.

Could she truly be the medicine—the cure for me?