Quick Transmigration: The Host's Romantic Debts Are Coming Again - Chapter 7

After leading Wen Niao to the destination, the child hurriedly scurried away, as if some ferocious beast were trailing right behind him.

Child: Ultimately, I am just someone not worthy of having a name, lousy author, hmph!

Dog-headed helmet to save my life. (*￣︶￣)

Pushing open the door, Luo Jin’s dormitory came into view.

The space was extremely narrow, and the furniture was scarce, featuring only a small bed with a thin quilt. The temperature inside the dormitory was not as warm as Wen Niao had imagined, feeling several degrees colder than the outdoor air.

Luo Jin was curled up in the corner of the bed, his body trembling slightly. The moment Wen Niao stepped forward to touch Luo Jin, he realized that Luo Jin’s body was abnormally burning hot.

Reaching out to touch Luo Jin’s forehead, the high temperature caused Wen Niao’s brow to furrow deeply, and he hurriedly picked Luo Jin up.

The fifteen-year-old Luo Jin weighed a mere seventy-two jin.

Even so, for the fourteen-year-old Wen Niao, carrying him required quite a bit of effort.

Wen Niao instructed his bodyguard to guide him to the nearest hospital to the welfare institution, carrying Luo Jin out of the dormitory with heavy, labored steps.

Just outside the dormitory door, he caught sight of his cheap dad and mommy walking toward this direction. Wen Niao mustered all his strength and rushed toward his dad, tossing Luo Jin straight into Wen Jingyu’s arms while panting heavily to steady his breathing.

Wen Jingyu: You ran toward me with such enthusiasm, just to hand me this? Just this?

Seeing his son holding a youth in his arms, Wen Jingyu had no time to question anything before a heavy object landed in his embrace. He was pushed and shoved hastily by Wen Niao all the way to the hospital.

Wen Jingyu: It turns out I am just a giant scapegoat, is that it?

(′°ω°｀)

Following a temperature check, Luo Jin’s high fever reached 39.8 degrees Celsius. Wen Niao felt a twinge of heartache for Luo Jin (not really).

Thinking of how his editor had oppressed him in every possible way during their past life, and then looking at this pitiful little state now.

Tsk tsk tsk!

So miserable, I truly feel heartbroken for him!

(ˉ﹃ˉ)σ

In reality, though, his inner thoughts were: Heh heh heh! Serves you right!

After receiving an intravenous drip for five hours, Luo Jin slowly regained consciousness. His head felt muddled and heavy, and waves of pain sent his brows knitting tightly together.

Supporting himself up with his hands, he noticed Wen Niao dozing off drowsily nearby.

Luo Jin never expected that upon opening his eyes again, he would run into him, and that he would save him once more.

In his sleep, Wen Niao seemed to be dreaming of something, humming softly while his entire demeanor appeared extremely gentle. Luo Jin raised a hand and gently rubbed Wen Niao’s chubby cheeks.

The texture was truly wonderful, so soft.

Luo Jin slowly withdrew his hand, curling his fingers. After a moment, he could not help rubbing his own fingertips, savoring the lingering feel.

Luo Jin could not bear to wake Wen Niao up, so he leaned against the headboard and stared blankly at Wen Niao:

His lips were pink and plump, looking just like a little penguin when pouting. Hmm, round and full, and the person himself resembled a penguin quite a bit.

Wen Niao: That hurts right in the feels, bro, wuwuwu, there is no love left.

(っ╥╯﹏╰╥c)

Wen Jingyu and Tang Miao had just returned from buying lunch outside for the two children, and pushing open the door revealed precisely this scene.

Upon seeing the red tear mole at the corner of Luo Jin’s eye, Tang Miao froze completely, her eyes turning red as she stared at Luo Jin with a gaze tinged with a trace of sorrow.

Seeing Tang Miao like this, and then looking at Luo Jin, Wen Jingyu knew instantly that Tang Miao was once again reminded of Wen Yu, and a dull ache immediately welled up in his own heart.

Wen Yu had possessed a frail constitution since birth, frequently falling ill and requiring medicine and injections, for which Tang Miao had always blamed herself deeply.

After Wen Yu passed away, Tang Miao took a very long time to accept the reality of his death.

Yet every time she saw a child with a red tear mole at the corner of their eye just like Wen Yu, she inevitably thought of him.

Wen Jingyu gently patted Tang Miao’s back to help her snap out of it.

Tang Miao woke Wen Niao up and told him and Luo Jin to wash their hands and prepare for dinner. Still somewhat dazed upon waking, Wen Niao instantly snapped to alertness upon hearing Tang Miao mentioning washing hands and eating, springing up with glowing eyes.

In his haste, he failed to stand steady and lunged forward toward Luo Jin’s direction:

“Ouch, that hurts!”

Just waking up, Wen Niao’s voice was soft like a little milk cat.

Lifting his head and discovering that he had lunged directly onto Luo Jin, Wen Niao awkwardly scrambled up and quickly apologized.

Wen Niao asked his father to send people to investigate the reason behind Luo Jin’s high fever and full-body injuries, and upon learning that he had been bullied by others, a wave of indignation arose in his heart.

Even if his editor had been exceptionally savage in his past life, if anyone was going to bully him, it could only be himself; how could he allow outsiders to bully him? He was definitely going to teach that Zhang Xiangfang a bloody lesson.

Hengjiji, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Wen Niao’s face puffed up like a pufferfish.

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Luo Jin stayed in the hospital for three days, and was finally permitted to be discharged on the morning of the fourth day.

Following these three-plus days of observation, both Wen Jingyu and Madam Tang unanimously agreed that Luo Jin’s character was fundamentally sound, posing no hidden safety risks, and they temporarily permitted him to stay by their precious son’s side.

^▽^ Elegant

Thus, they shared their intention of adopting Luo Jin with him, asking whether he was willing to get along with them and become family.

Upon hearing this, Luo Jin froze for a long time. After a few minutes, he gave his consent in a hoarse voice.

Luo Jin’s years at the orphanage had not been pleasant. When Director Song was still in office, thanks to her influence, the orphanage caretakers and children had been quite friendly and kind to Luo Jin.

After Director Song retired, some children in the orphanage who could not stand Luo Jin, led by Qin Shou, realized that Luo Jin had lost his backing and began bullying him, mocking him as an unwanted child whose biological parents refused to keep him.

Seeing that Luo Jin offered no resistance, they escalated their behavior further.

Most of the children adopted into the Anxin Welfare Institution were disadvantaged children, whose parents had lost guardianship capabilities due to drug addiction, imprisonment, or death, sending the children to welfare institutions for foster care.

The rest were orphans, most of whom had been adopted by Director Song during her tenure, and to them, Director Song was like a biological mother.

After her retirement, these orphans were mocked and insulted by some of the bad children among the disadvantaged group.

Because Luo Jin possessed striking looks, they envied how easily he won the affection and attention of others, making Luo Jin their prime target for focused torment.

Luo Jin was only seven years old at the time, and every meal portion he received consisted of whatever Qin Shou left over, leaving practically nothing by the time it reached Luo Jin’s hands.

Luo Jin frequently went hungry and could not eat his fill, which made his build much more frail and slender than his peers in the orphanage, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

Qin Shou often led others to discipline Luo Jin. Being young and unable to contend against a whole group, Luo Jin could only tightly shield his head.

Even so, on one occasion he was accidentally scratched by the sharp edge of a pebble on the ground, leaving a two-centimeter-long gash on his chin.

With limited resources, Luo Jin did not treat the wound in time, resulting in a permanent scar. When facing bullying, Luo Jin had once sought help from caretakers and the director, hoping to gain protection and assistance from adults.

However, most of them felt that Luo Jin must have provoked others on his own accord. After all, flies do not bite uncracked eggs; Luo Jin had only brought it upon himself and deserved it.

These gossips and rumors caused Luo Jin to lose all hope for the future, rendering him unwilling to communicate with others ever again.

(í _ ì)

The reason Luo Jin so readily accepted adoption by the Wen family was because he inexplicably trusted that the Wen family would not mistreat him.

Even if they looked down upon him, they would not bother being petty with him, given that the Wen family’s social standing was prominent and renowned in Jin Cheng.

Seeing that Luo Jin was also willing to be adopted by the Wen family, Wen Niao felt a lingering sense of affinity toward this world’s soul fragment of Luo Jin, perhaps because their life stories shared similarities.

Luo Jin: A kindred spirit is hard to find! Brother, say no more, I understand you!