Quick Transmigration: Super Sweet! Suddenly Became the God’s Beloved - Chapter 2

Although Song Qingqing harbored no romantic feelings for Xie Mingze, she couldn’t help but be moved by his unwavering devotion to her. He always put her first in everything.

Moreover, she was tired of her entanglement with Huo Changfeng and decided to give dating Xie Mingze a try.

Upon learning of this, Huo Changfeng flew into a rage. Leveraging his family’s power, he launched a relentless campaign against Xie Mingze.

Xie Mingze’s company wasn’t entirely without flaws; it employed some gray-area business practices that Huo Changfeng seized upon.

Faced with Huo Changfeng’s power-backed assault, the twenty-year-old Xie Mingze struggled to defend himself.

Ultimately, under Huo Changfeng’s relentless pressure, Xie Mingze’s life grew increasingly desperate. He was eventually stabbed to death by debt collectors, meeting a tragic end.

After his death, Huo Changfeng and Song Qingqing finally reunited, as if all the previous conflicts and suffering had vanished with Xie Mingze’s departure.

Having absorbed the entire plot, Xie Qingci was utterly dumbfounded.

The two leads actually end up together like nothing happened? That’s absurd!

With a look of disdain, Xie Qingci opened his eyes and casually glanced at Huo Changfeng, who was sitting to his left.

As the male lead, Huo Changfeng naturally possessed striking features: sharp, sword-like eyebrows, bright, star-like eyes, and a high, straight nose. He wore a crisp white shirt and black trousers, his posture ramrod straight, radiating vitality. Yet Xie Qingci found nothing particularly remarkable about him.

Across the aisle sat Song Qingqing, the female lead, with her delicate, innocent appearance. Her face was pure and sweet, framed by a faded Dacron shirt with slightly frayed collar and black cloth trousers, paired with clean black cloth shoes.

Xie Qingci quickly averted his gaze. He wanted nothing to do with these two protagonists and resolved to stay far away from them in the future to avoid trouble.

He turned his head and glanced down at Xie Mingze, who was sleeping soundly beside him.

The little guy was usually well-behaved, but the narrow seat had pushed him against the window. His sleep seemed uneasy, his brow slightly furrowed as if he were having a troubled dream, stirring a pang of pity in Xie Qingci’s heart.

Perhaps sensing Xie Qingci’s gaze, Xie Mingze drowsily opened his eyes. The moment he saw Xie Qingci, his face lit up with a smile.

“Brother, when did you wake up? You’ve been sleeping since yesterday afternoon! That was quite a long nap.”

Xie Qingci sighed softly. It was truly tragic that the original owner of this body had passed away silently in his sleep.

Now that he had taken the original owner’s place, he had to shoulder the responsibility.

If he could just keep the little guy away from the male and female leads in the future, he should be able to change his fate.

Thinking this, Xie Qingci replied softly, “I just woke up. Xiao Ze, are you hungry?”

“Mm, Gege, I’m a little hungry,” Xie Mingze nodded obediently.

Xie Qingci subtly turned sideways, pretending to rummage through the shoulder bag beside him while mentally communicating with 003. “003, open the System Mall. We need to get some food. The little guy’s starving.”

“Understood, Host,” 003 replied, opening the System Mall interface in Xie Qingci’s mind.

The interface displayed a dazzling array of neatly arranged icons, categorized into everything imaginable: food, clothing, shelter, transportation, medicines, elixirs, cultivation techniques, constant-temperature storage spaces…

However, the points required for elixirs and cultivation techniques were absurdly high, far beyond what he currently possessed.

Xie Qingci pursed his lips slightly. “First, five room-temperature meat buns. Then a lunchbox to pack them in. And two kilograms of oranges, and two kilograms of White Rabbit milk candies.”

“Understood, Host,” 003 replied, immediately deducting the corresponding points.

Xie Qingci noticed that only four points had been deducted and raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected points to stretch so far in this era—exchanging this much food for so few points.

The satchel wasn’t very large and was already quite full, barely able to accommodate a single lunchbox.

Xie Qingci sighed in resignation and spent another thousand Points to purchase a fifty-square-meter climate-controlled space.

Though he knew this space would undoubtedly prove useful in the future, he still felt a pang of regret at the expense.

He retrieved the lunchbox from his satchel and opened the lid, instantly filling the train car with the savory aroma of meat.

It was barely seven in the morning, and most passengers hadn’t eaten yet. Several people nearby unconsciously swallowed hard.

Even Xie Qingci’s own stomach rumbled audibly at the tantalizing scent.

He paused, slightly surprised. He wasn’t particularly fond of meat himself, but this body had long been deprived of fatty foods, triggering an instinctive reaction to the irresistible aroma.

Xie Mingze’s face lit up at the sight of the meat buns in the lunchbox. “Brother, when did you get these meat buns?”

“I bought them before boarding the train,” Xie Qingci replied casually. “Eat up if you’re hungry.”

“Okay,” Xie Mingze nodded, picking up a meat bun and taking a precious bite. He mumbled contentedly, “So good, Brother.”

Xie Qingci ruffled his brother’s hair. “If you like it, eat as much as you want. There are plenty more here.”

“Okay, thanks, Brother,” Xie Mingze replied, his eyes sparkling as he eagerly began to eat.

The others nearby, drawn by the aroma, pulled out steamed buns and sesame cakes their families had packed for them.

Huo Changfeng glanced down at the scene, then stood up and walked to the other end of the train car.

Moments later, he returned with a boxed meal, sat up straight, opened the container, and began to eat.

Xie Qingci chewed on his steamed bun and casually glanced over. The train meal looked quite decent, featuring three dishes: stir-fried greens, braised pork belly, and shredded potatoes. A faint, enticing aroma wafted from the box.

The others, who had been forcing down their dry rations, suddenly found their food unpalatable after catching a whiff of the boxed meal.

The group of seven had been assigned to Lu Family Village.

The group consisted of three women—Song Qingqing, Xu Xiaoling, and Liu Shengsheng—and four men—Huo Changfeng, Xu Haiting, and the Xie brothers, Qingci and Mingze.

Among the seven, only Huo Changfeng came from a well-off family; the others were from ordinary backgrounds.

Xie Qingci actually had 1,500 yuan in his possession, but to avoid drawing attention, he kept his lifestyle deliberately modest.

Although Xie Qingci possessed striking good looks that naturally attracted attention, Huo Changfeng’s extraordinary bearing and refined tastes in clothing and daily necessities inevitably drew everyone’s gaze.

Across the table, Xu Xiaoling and Liu Shengsheng sat with flushed cheeks, their eyes repeatedly stealing glances at Huo Changfeng. Song Qingqing, meanwhile, kept her head lowered, quietly eating the cornbread in her hand.