Quick Transmigration: The Big Shot Has Gone Crazy Again - Chapter 11
Chapter 11: Bestowal of Name, Pei Ziqing
Nan Yuan finished applying the medicine and looked up at the child, whose eyes were misty with smoke, causing her a slight surprise.
Does it hurt?
But she was already being very gentle, not much different from when her father applied ointment to her mother.
Perhaps… children are more delicate?
Nan Yuan opened the cap of another medicine bottle, poured out a pill, and fed it to the delicate child. “Open your mouth.”
The little freak looked at her with those hazy eyes, perhaps because the woman’s actions just now were too gentle. Without considering the possibility of poison, he dumbly opened his mouth.
The pill melted as it entered, with a faint sweetness.
Very tasty.
Nan Yuan handed him the remaining ointment.
The little freak took it but stood still, still staring at her like a fool.
“What, do you want me to apply the remaining for you?” Nan Yuan’s expressionless face made it hard for people to think she was joking.
The little freak instinctively lowered his head. After realizing this, he reacted greatly by tightening his belt and jumping to the side.
“Squeak squeak squeak!” Xiaotang covered its stomach with its two paws, laughing incessantly.
Nan Yuan flicked her finger on its round belly.
Xiaotang immediately turned around, presenting its small butt to the little freak, and continued to laugh.
“It’s called Xu Xiaotang, nicknamed Cotton Candy, and it’s a cub,” Nan Yuan introduced to the little freak.
Although she didn’t know how long she would stay in this world, Nan Yuan still hoped that the cubs she raised could live together peacefully.
If they couldn’t live together peacefully, she would have a headache when the two cubs fought.
After all, for the little things she approved of, she would indulge them without restraint and be unwilling to scold them.
Both had to be pampered without favoring one over the other.
The little freak glanced at Xiaotang’s trembling little buttocks and nodded, indicating that he remembered.
After putting on his clothes, he stood upright on the side.
“Do you have a name? If you can’t speak, show me with gestures,” Nan Yuan asked.
The little freak shook his head, neither speaking nor gesturing.
He didn’t know what his name was. Since he could remember, people in the village had called him freak, ugly weirdo.
It is said that his mother was a woman from the brothel, and after aging and losing her charm, she sold herself to a cripple.
Later, the cripple died, and she had dealings with several other men.
Afterward, his mother became pregnant with him, but she didn’t know who his father was.
He was a freak, and his mother disliked him, beating him every day and cursing him with all sorts of malicious words.
But why didn’t she think about who gave birth to this freak?
His biological mother loathed him, and the people in the village also detested him. Wherever he went, someone would throw stones at him.
Not long after, his mother died of illness, but he felt no sadness; instead, he felt relieved.
Since then, he has lived a life worse than that of pigs and dogs.
To find food, he was often beaten.
No one liked him, and everyone wished he would freeze or starve to death outside.
But he didn’t want to die; he wanted to live.
He harbored resentment towards the people in the village, sometimes wishing to set the whole village on fire, burning everyone.
Nan Yuan, after seeing him silent for a while, confirmed her speculation.
She reached out and touched the little guy’s head. The initial movements were somewhat stiff, but as she continued, they became smoother. She even pulled his little tuft of hair.
The little freak looked at her with an innocent expression.
Nan Yuan withdrew her hand, thinking, “It’s still better to touch Xiaotang’s fur.”
“Not speaking is fine; I happen to like peace and quiet.”
“From now on, your name will be Pei Ziqing.”
After naming him, Nan Yuan felt satisfied. She had also named Xu Xiaotang; after all, when she abducted the cub, Xiaotang’s parents hadn’t had the chance to give it a proper name.
When the little freak heard the name, he was first stunned, then his eyes lit up, becoming brighter and brighter, as if they were filled with a whole sky of stars.
He obediently knelt down and bowed to her.
The woman had said no bowing, and he remembered, so he only performed a kneeling salute.
Pei Ziqing.
He had… a name now.
And it was the same surname as the woman.
The once-hardened heart of the little freak, riddled with wounds, quietly softened at one corner.
