Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The moment she finished speaking, Wei Siao immediately turned his head, left a single sentence hanging in the air, and walked away.

Yan Xue: “…”

This little brat was so cold-hearted, he didn’t seem like a six-year-old at all.

“Brother, don’t go! Brother sleep with me!”

Before Yan Xue could say anything, Wei Sixiang on the bed was already anxious. He scrambled out of bed in a hurry, calling for his brother.

He had never been separated from his brother, and no one could separate them. The two little brothers hugged each other deeply, making Yan Xue’s nose sting again.

There was nothing she could do; she had to survive, after all.

Yan Xue nodded, picked up one child in each arm, and carried them back to the bed.

“Alright, then you two sleep here. If anything happens in the middle of the night, remember to call me, got it?”

The two children burrowed under the covers, their eyes still disbelieving, but they nodded obediently.

Today wasn’t just a magical day for them; it was magical for her too.

After the two children were asleep, Yan Xue gently stoked the stove to burn brighter, then used a cloth to plug the poorly fitting windowpane before turning off the light and leaving.

After that, she returned to the small room, filled several bottles with hot water, and tucked them into her quilt for warmth.

Yan Xue wasn’t one to shortchange herself. Her life motto was to live each day actively and well; only by being good to herself could she have the strength to be good to others.

However, half an hour later…

Yan Xue slapped the dirt off her face and stared at a large chunk of earth that had suddenly fallen from the ceiling next to her pillow, falling into deep thought.

Even so… weren’t these conditions a bit too harsh?!

What kind of rural transformation show was this?!

She knew it, she absolutely shouldn’t have been looking at that novel before sleeping last night!

The curtains in the small room were tattered, and through the dirty window, she could see the full, round moon hanging in the sky. The cold wind didn’t lessen through the night, making the scene desolate.

Another half hour passed, and Yan Xue tossed and turned in this environment, unable to sleep; instead, she felt increasingly wide awake.

After several shivers, she got up, intending to check on how the two little ones were sleeping, when she suddenly remembered that she had been busy all day and had forgotten to apply medicine to their wounds.

As Yan Xue shuffled into her shoes, holding the medicine, and quietly pushed open the door to the two children’s room, Wei Siao stirred.

He had felt strange all along and hadn’t been sleeping soundly, so he opened his eyes a crack and silently watched the woman’s movements.

This bad woman had been so abnormal during the day; sure enough, she was up to something at night.

As Yan Xue approached, he continued to feign sleep, not moving, thinking he absolutely had to protect his brother later.

Rustling sounds drew closer. He felt the bad woman lift his quilt. Wei Siao’s heart pounded with fear. Could she be planning to throw them out to freeze to death?

Just as Yan Xue had lifted Siao’s pant leg, her hand was suddenly grabbed by a small, soft, tender hand.

She gasped in surprise, pulling her hand back. Through the hazy moonlight from the moisture-laden window, Yan Xue saw Wei Siao glaring at her with a pair of round eyes, full of fierce anger.

Who knew what his little mind was imagining now.

She let out a sigh of relief and made a “shh” gesture towards Wei Sixiang.

“Don’t talk, I’m going to put medicine on you,” she said, shaking the medicine bottle in her hand.

Wei Siao looked utterly unconvinced, clutching the quilt tightly to himself.

Yan Xue didn’t try to pull the quilt away. She just whispered, “So, do you still want to see your brother cry for your wounds tomorrow? Because if you don’t let me, then tomorrow I can only tell him that you yourself didn’t want to get better.”

Before she even finished the sentence, Wei Siao indeed released the quilt and actively lifted his pant leg to expose the wound.

“You stop threatening my brother! Whatever it is, come at me!”

He wore a defiant, sacrificing expression that made Yan Xue chuckle. She hadn’t misjudged. Sure enough, Wei Siao’s weakness was his younger brother, Wei Sixiang.

Under the phone flashlight, Wei Siao’s usually soft child’s skin was stained with blood, partly scabbed, partly still oozing. The wound extended from his inner thigh almost to his knee.

Yan Xue silently went to work, though her eyes betrayed a look of tender concern.

From applying the medicine to bandaging, Wei Siao didn’t utter a single sound.

Yan Xue worked quickly. After bandaging, she applied medicine to the more obvious wounds and frostbite on both children.

Only after she was done did Wei Siao ask, somewhat dazed, “Bad woman, why have you changed so much?”

Yan Xue raised an eyebrow in surprise, “Bad woman?”

This little brat called her that in his head?

Wei Siao pressed his lips together, his small, serious face filled with the embarrassment of accidentally speaking his thoughts aloud.

The bandage on his leg was tied into a bow. When he saw it, a warmth he couldn’t quite describe spread through him, but he flushed and stubbornly said, “What’s this? I don’t want a bow.”

Yan Xue ignored the little brat. She put away her things, tucked him in, and turned to leave.

“If you don’t hit us anymore… I can temporarily consider not calling you a bad woman,” Wei Siao’s soft cry reached her ears, a plea said low enough that he feared his brother might hear, yet loud enough that he feared she might not.

“Later… later, if you don’t lie to dad for money, I won’t deliberately trip you either.”

So, that’s why the two children had tripped her with a stool earlier in the day—they thought she was tricking the male lead out of money on the phone. Yan Xue suddenly understood.

Understanding dawned, she nodded silently, but as she turned, a smile played on her lips as she left.

If she could get first place in cross-disciplinary postgraduate exams, she didn’t believe she couldn’t handle these two little children.

Since she had transmigrated here, she would absolutely not let these two little kids become infamous villains again.

She was determined to make the two little ones’ future bright and magnificent!

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The next day, just as dawn broke.

—Bang, bang, bang.

“Open the door, hurry up and open the door, thief, hurry up and open the door!”

Yan Xue was abruptly awakened from her sleep. She thought her house was on fire and frantically prepared to jump out of bed.

Opening her eyes to see the bare brick walls of the empty house, despair suddenly struck her. The series of events yesterday hadn’t been a dream after all. She had thought she would wake
up in her warm home.

It was bone-chillingly cold here in winter.

—Bang, bang, bang.

“Don’t play dead, hand them over now!”

“If you don’t come out, we’ll smash the door down!”

The loud knocking and the women’s clamoring outside the door didn’t stop. Yan Xue put on her thick down jacket and got out of bed.

She secretly grumbled in her heart about who was disturbing her peaceful sleep so early, and yelling “thief,” a truly unpleasant word.

Equally reluctant to get up were the two little ones in the big room, who had also been woken up.

The stove in their room had long since died out after burning all night, but the sealed windows and tightly closed door had kept the heat well-preserved inside the room.

Wei Sixiang rubbed his eyes, still half-asleep, and asked, “Brother, I don’t want to get up. If I get up, will the mom who was good to us disappear?”

Both little ones also thought yesterday’s experiences were a dream. They preferred to drown in a gentle dream than open their eyes.

As the elder brother, Wei Siao naturally had to take care of his younger brother. He slowly got up, and the first thing he did was check if the bow-shaped bandage was still on his leg.

Seeing that it was indeed still there, a glimmer of hope sparked in his often-gloomy eyes.

His voice was a little lighter.

“Little Xiang, get up. No matter what, brother will protect you,” he quickly put on his own clothes and then helped his brother put on his coat.

But the voice of the person knocking outside the door sounded somewhat familiar.

Wei Siao’s little head couldn’t help but drift into anxious thought.