This Quick Transmigration Experience Is A Bit Sweet Chapter 08

Zong Yuan's plan was simple.

Become handsome, become confident, break away from Zhang Zhi’liang, enter university, and move on from high school.

Fu Xin looked at himself in the mirror with eyes of unfamiliarity. His eyebrows were neat and his eyes were clear; looking fresh and good was a standard that belonged to high school students. 

Zong Yuan nodded his head in satisfaction and touched Fu Xin's neck. He picked up a few strands of hair from his neck that were not brushed away during the clean-up. Fu Xin unintentionally retracted away, "Zong Yuan," he slightly frowned, "I'm not used to it."

Without any mercy, Zongyuan whacked him on the back of the head. Even the barber was pained by the amount of money that was spent on his hair. "Not used to what sh*t, not used to being handsome?"

It took until noon for his head of fur to finish being dealt with. Zong Yuan took Fu Xin out for a meal and 0046 suddenly exclaimed, "Zong Yuan! His dad is nearby!"

Zong Yuan paused and asked the waiter to take Fu Xin to a private room, "Wait for me, I’m going to go buy a pack of cigarettes."

He walked out in a hurried pace.

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Zong Yuan's handsome face remained stern while he went to a nearby place to buy some supplies. He brought a bottle of medicinal alcohol and a bottle of white wine with him. 0046 thought that this was strange, "Are you planning to disinfect his wounds after you finish teaching him a lesson?

Zong Yuan sneered, "If this thing was used properly, its effect is not that much different from poison."

The pharmacy sold medical alcohol and Zong Yuan bought one that had 75% concentration. With expertise, he mixed it with white wine and made sure that the ratio would make the drinker feel uncomfortable but will definitely not cause problems.

0046 led the way. They saw Fu Xin’s drunk father lying on the ground in an alley. Zong Yuan kicked him in the leg, "A rope wasn’t even needed."

Without showing compassion or leniency, he patted Fu Xin's father's face, "Hey, wake up!"

Fu Xin’s father opened his eyes in a drunken stupor and in the next second, a person poured alcohol down his throat. He downed half the bottle.

The taste of the alcohol was very strange. Fu Xin's father wanted to open his mouth and curse, but in the next second, he held his forehead in pain. He vomited and his heart palpitated while his head ached with a muddled pain. He clutched his throat, but he couldn't vomit out anything and his stomach burned in pain.

Zong Yuan looked at him coldly and 0046 was frightened, "Is- is he really going to be okay?"

Zong Yuan tossed the half empty small alcohol bottle onto the ground, "It's okay, he won’t die."

He didn't plan to do anything to Fu Xin’s father. He picked up a sack and directly put it over his head.

Fu Xin's dad fought the dizziness and stomach pain, "Who are you?! I’ll call the cops!"

Zong Yuan held a twine rope in his hand, "Are you Fu Dong’qiang?"

Fu Xin's father was shocked and thought that he came to collect money. He spoke incoherently, "I am not!"

He had a sack over his head right now and he also didn’t see anything earlier on. He wanted to run but he didn't have any energy, and he felt sick.

Zong Yuan sneered, and spoke slowly, "You neglected your duties and you abused your family. Humph, I can’t tolerate people like you at all. A drunkard? Was the wine I just gave you tasty? Why the f*ck you don’t drink to your own death?"

Fu Dong’qiang breathed out a sigh of relief. It's fine as long as he wasn’t a debt collector. This emboldened him and he cursed out, "It's none of your f*cking business. Did I beat you? So what if I beat my son? Even if I beat him to death, that’s my business! You better let me go or else I’ll make you regret it!"

Zong Yuan ruthlessly poured the remaining half bottle of alcohol onto him. Fu Dong’qiang smelled the alcohol and a bad premonition arose while his head ached terribly.

He suddenly heard the sound of a lighter.

Zong Yuan played with the lighter in his hand and sighed, "Have a look around, this alley is so remote, and the alcohol on your body is flammable. Say, if you were to burn into ashes, would anyone even notice?"

0046 took in a sharp, cold breath, "Zong Yuan!"

Zong Yuan had spoken with laughter in his voice and had carried an attitude of dispassion. This was enough to make people break into a cold sweat. Fu Dong'qiang heard the seriousness in his tone. He felt like he could smell the fire already; his body shook and then he swallowed his own saliva, " Don't, don't..."

His legs began to tremble in fright.

Zong Yuan squatted next to him and fiddled with an empty lighter case in his hand. This sound made Fu Dong'qiang's legs shake in fear.  He asked, "What is your son's name?"

A cold sweat broke out on Fu Dong'qiang's forehead, "Fu- Fu Xin..."

"Oh, his name is Fu Xin," Zong Yuan said. "Do you have a job?"

The pain in Fu Dongqiang's stomach grew stronger, "No."

"No?" His voice continued, "Unemployed for how many years?"

Fu Dongqiang remained silent for a while, and then he licked the crack on his lips, "Seven years."

"That's not easy," there was not a single emotion in Zong Yuan’s voice, "unemployed for seven years and yet you managed to live so well without struggling for food and drinks. What about your wife?"

Anger charged through Fu Dong'qiang's head. "Ran off! That b*tch!"

"Oh," Zong Yuan spoke without a hint of compassion, "then how did you survive these seven years?"

Fu Dong was stunned.

He survived, of course, by relying on himself.

……This wasn't true. 

He sold his stuff when he didn't have money. In the past, their family lived in a large 130 square meter house with bright windows and nice furniture. Then he sold the furniture and sold everything else that could be sold. Eventually, he ended up selling the house too.

What did he do later on when he didn’t have money?

He went back to take Fu Xin’s money and used it for drinking, smoking, playing cards and eating. There were plenty of days that he spent without money. If he had no money, he either went to find Fu Xin or borrowed money.

He lived like this for seven years.

Fu Dong'qiang opened and closed his mouth, "I-I just did..."

Zong Yuan stood up and his footsteps went back and forth. He looked at Fu Xin’s father who was lying in the corner pathetically; he was filthy, unkempt, cowardly and irritable. He asked, "Then how did your son survive?"

Fu Dong'qiang wasn’t able to come up with an answer.

How did Fu Xin survive? Seven years ago, he was only about ten years old. A child with no parents and no money, how did he even survive?

Like a beggar, he went onto the streets and ate leftover foods; he picked up the food remnants that people left behind and drank the water that people didn’t finish.

When there wasn’t food, he chose to bear with it; when it was cold, he also chose to bear with it. When he didn’t have warm clothing to wear, he put on more layers. As long as he wouldn’t die from cold exposure, it didn’t matter if the clothing didn’t fit him.

It was not until he reached the age where attending school was mandatory did he realize that food picked from the garbage bin cannot be eaten and that clothing should be well-fitted. He also needed money since learning requires money.

Then, this teenager started to do everything he could--- he gathered plastic bottles, and collected other children's used and unwanted workbooks. He used an eraser to clean the filled-in pages and then happily continued to use them.

Zong Yuan asked him, "Do you know how your son survived?"

Fu Dongqiang woke up a little from his drunken state and felt extremely flustered. He didn't know if it was the alcohol’s effect or not, "I--I don't know..."

Zong Yuan, "You’re almost a 40-year-old person, yet you have to steal the money your son made from selling plastic bottles he picked up. You’re really well accomplished."

Fu Dongqiang's face under the sack suddenly went flush.

This person's voice was young and aloof; hearing a young rich man coldly mock him was like a cruel slap onto Fu Dong’qiang’s face.

Fu Dong’qiang’s lips quivered as he spoke,  "What- what do you know?!"

"Hmm?"

"That wretched woman is to blame! It was all her fault; she took money and ran away with another man! My money! My reputation was ruined! This bitch, bah! Me treating my son like that wasn’t wrong! Look at how she treated me! You’d think I would f*cking treat him like a saint?"

Zong Yuan nodded, "Your idea isn’t bad. According to your idea, I’m not happy today and I just happened to encounter you. It must be that you just have bad luck. Who’s to blame?"

Zong Yuan's voice became cold, "Don't f*cking make excuses, why don't you blame yourself?"

"You’re unemployed and you don't want to work hard. Your wife ran away and all you know how to do is to hide at home and beat your teenage son. You drink, smoke, and play cards. You’re just a vampire. Luckily, your parents died early, otherwise they would die from having their blood all sucked away by you."

"You’re just useless trash."

"Say, when you die, would there be anyone willing to shed a tear or two for you?"

Zong Yuan's words stabbed him directly in the heart. Fu Dong’qiang's eyes turned red. When he became angry, his head became more and more painful, "..."

As a result, he wasn’t able to say anything back.

Zong Yuan kicked him in the leg. Although it was light, the movement was filled with the intent of insult, "Heh, think about it, if you were to die here today, who will know?"

Fu Xin's father's head was getting more and more dizzy.  Zong Yuan's voice was low, as if he was trying to hypnotize him, "You will only leave behind a handful of dirt, and when the wind blows, nothing will be left of you."

Fu Dong'qiang shuddered.

He immersed himself in Zong Yuan's words. If I die... will anyone find out?

People he drank alcohol with usually didn’t care about whether he was present or not. People he owed debts to would just curse at him and will not shed a single tear for him. His son... his son...

His son might not even shed a tear.

Who would shed tears for a father like him?

Fu Dong’qiang's mind was in a state of bewildering confusion. Zong Yuan threw the empty alcohol bottle into a nearby trash can, looked back at Fu Dongqiang, and then left.

0046 was surprised, "That's it?"

Zong Yuan rolled his eyes, "What, you’d think I’ll kill him?"

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He returned to the main floor of the restaurant and went in after smoking a cigarette. Fu Xin was standing by the window and immediately turned to look at him at the first notice. Zong Yuan glanced at the empty dining table, "You haven't ordered yet?"

Fu Xin shook his head, "I was waiting for you." He walked a few steps toward Zong Yuan, but he suddenly detected the scent of alcohol.

Fu Xin stopped in his steps and spoke silently, "Why did you leave for such a long time?"

Zong Yuan asked the waiter outside the door to bring in the menu and he flipped through it randomly, "Oh, along the way. I also went to the restroom."

Fu Xin frowned slightly, "You’re lying."

Zong Yuan raised his head to look at him and Fu Xin looked determined. He raised his eyebrows with interest, "What did I lie about?"

Fu Xin leaned over and sprawled himself on Zong Yuan to sniff the smell on his body. Zong Yuan stayed still like Mount Tai and let him sniff all around. He calmly joked, "Dogs nose."

Fu Xin smelled his hand, "You drank alcohol."

"No," Zong Yuan retorted frankly, "I just accidentally got some alcohol on my hand."

Fu Xin grabbed both of Zong Yuan's hands and his entire body was lying against Zong Yuan. He slowly moved up, and the warmth of Zong Yuan's breath touched him, "Do you smell it?"

There was still a smell of smoke in Zong Yuan's mouth, but there was no hint of alcohol.

Fu Xin nodded, "No."

"And you still won’t get off of me?"

Only then did Fu Xin notice the position they were in. His cheeks turned slightly red and moved away both his arms and legs at the same time to stand up straight, "Sorry."

Zongyuan saw his red face and pointed out, "You’re blushing."

Fu Xin touched his face and it felt a little hot. He nervously pinched the sleeves of his shirt and changed the subject, "Let's eat."

Zong Yuan didn't let him escape, "Why are you blushing?"

Fu Xin pretended that he didn’t hear.

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Fu Dong’qiang laid nestled in the corner. He thought a lot. It was strange, the more intense his headache got, the more he thought and the thoughts were surprisingly very clear. He thought of when Fu Xin was first born--- his family was happy, he still had a hard but fulfilling job, a virtuous wife, a cute child; everything together was like a perfect template for satisfying the ordinary life of an ordinary man, but...

He laid there for several hours, and was blown by the cold wind for several hours. The burning pain in his stomach has faded, and the dizzy sensation in his head has also subsided. There was still a strong smell of alcohol all over his body. He remained silent in the scent of the alcohol.

After a long time, he pulled away the sack that was on his head. There was not a single person in the alley. There was a stray dog that burrowed into the trash bin and was licking around.

He watched the stray dog ​​for a moment and limped his way out of the alley.

Zong Yuan brought Fu Xin to the alley where they usually parted ways and he waved his hand, "See you tomorrow."

Fu Xin muttered back a response and waited for the outline of Zong Yuan’s back to disappear before he turned around to walk home. He walked slowly. He took out his own sketchbook, and thoughtfully wrote down words on the second last page. The last page was filled already.

He had a clear memory of the kindness Zong Yuan gave him; he remembered every meal and even every bottle of water. Every single word was brimming with indescribable happiness.

He owes Zong Yuan, so the two of them were connected.

This intimate, unbreakable connection was cherished in the words written on a book that was smaller than a palm.

When Fu Xin returned home, the door was unlocked. His expression turned cold, and he pushed open the door with a blank face.

Unexpectedly, a messy room did not appear in front of him.

Fu Dong’qiang silently sat on the sofa in the living room, and faced Fu Xin who had just opened the door.

Fu Xin's voice was cold, "I don’t have money."

Fu Dong’qiang swallowed his saliva. His voice was husky and eroded by alcohol, and even the words he spoke reeked of the smell of alcohol, "I- I plan to quit drinking."

 "Oh," Fu Xin walked through the door with an indifferent expression. He put down the things in his hand, and walked past his dad to go into his bedroom. He suddenly paused in his steps.

He turned his head and stared at Fu Dong’qiang with his eyes black and bright, "That smell of alcohol on you?"

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"I didn't drink it," Fu Dong’qiang said, "someone else splashed it on me."

He had smelled this same exact scent on Zong Yuan earlier on.

Fu Dongqiang clenched his hands, and the blue veins popped up in frantic, "I’m- I'm serious! I’ll quit drinking! I’ll definitely quit drinking!"

People always acted on their emotions.

Fu Xin looked at Fu Dong’qiang just like this without any expression; not happy nor angry. "Oh."

He obviously didn't believe him.

A person who has been drinking for seven years straight suddenly says that he wants to quit drinking. Who would believe it? Fu Dong’qiang stared at his back when Fu Xin was about to return to his room. In his heart, he understood. He wiped his face and smiled bitterly, "Son, I have wronged you."

He really wasn’t a thing!

Fu Xin's footsteps paused.

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