WMSR – QT Chapter 5
WMSR – QT Chapter 5
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Chapter 5
The messy leftovers on the table, already congealed with a layer of white grease, were thoroughly unappetizing, but right now both Bai Yichen and the little fellow ate with tremendous zest, completely past caring about anything else. After hastily finishing their meal, two steamed buns remained; Bai Yichen packed them up together in the same bag the buns had come in. Once they both drank their fill of water, he took the little fellow—who copied his actions—and led him outside.
Because they were well-fed and hydrated, both of their physical strengths had recovered significantly. Taking a look around, Bai Yichen followed the road that still bore vehicle tracks across the yellow dirt.
True to expectation, the place was exceptionally remote. The two of them walked for over an hour without encountering a single sign of human habitation, though this was partly due to their small, weak bodies and slow pace.
After marching for who knows how long, they spotted a village in the distance. However, instead of leading the little fellow over to ask for help, Bai Yichen bypassed it from afar. After all, given that this was the village closest to the traffickers’ den, in such remote and desolate places, entire villages collaborating with human traffickers was hardly a rare occurrence in crime news. He had no wish to escape the tiger’s den only to walk right into the wolf’s mouth due to a moment of carelessness.
Those human traffickers had driven away along this very path; therefore, as long as they kept following this road, they would eventually reach a major highway. That would be the true moment to seek help.
And so, Bai Yichen kept walking and walking with the little fellow. Whenever they grew tired, they rested for a bit; whenever they felt hungry, they ate the steamed buns they had brought along. After an unknown passage of time, just as he felt his legs could no longer take another step, he caught sight of a long black dragon in the distance…
A long, black dragon forged of asphalt.
Chapter 3: My Name Is Su Yuanhang [Translator’s Note: Original text labelled Chapter 3 due to source structuring]
Looking at that black asphalt road, a sense of relief bloomed on Bai Yichen’s face—the very first since his transmigration.
Although the black asphalt road wasn’t exactly surging with a relentless stream of traffic, every minute or two, a vehicle would drive past. Most of these were oversized freight trucks loaded with massive amounts of cargo, though naturally, quite a few private cars were mixed in between.
A stylish royal-blue sedan drove down the road to the accompaniment of upbeat music. The young man in the driver’s seat wore sunglasses, his head nodding rhythmically to the beat of the tunes. Suddenly, something flashed across his vision, causing him to freeze for a full second. Immediately afterward came the screech of harsh, heavy braking. The young man lunged toward the car window to look back, and sure enough, standing right beside the wide asphalt road were two children—one tall, one short—waving at him.
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“Wuuu, why haven’t they found him yet! Why haven’t they found him?! My Yichen has been missing for so long, and his body is so weak while the weather is this cold—how can he possibly endure this? Wuuu…” Inside the police station, an elegant middle-aged woman sat with a face of utter breakdown, unable to hold back her tears as she poured out her anguish.
Standing beside her, a suited middle-aged man with a scholarly and refined air patted her shoulder and handed her a tissue, though he lacked the energy to offer any further comfort. His son had been missing for three days, and during these past three days, he hadn’t slept a wink. At an age when a man should be at the peak of his vigor and ambition, a generous amount of gray had suddenly sprouted at his temples.
“Aunt Qin, please don’t cry. I believe Yichen will return safely,” a handsome boy who had been standing quietly in the corner interjected, his voice exceptionally resolute.
Qin Yi looked with tear-blurred eyes at the child standing before her—her son’s best childhood companion. Even though she knew this was merely the innocent optimism of a child, a immense wave of comfort nonetheless stirred within her heart. Pulling him into an embrace, she tried desperately to believe as firmly as he did that her son would come back—that he would definitely return safely.
Seeing this scene, the refined middle-aged man felt a bitter ache in his chest. Just then, a gray-haired police superintendent walked in. The middle-aged man immediately stepped forward to meet him, asking, “Director Zhao, how is the situation?”
“Our previous strategy has taken effect; those human traffickers have been drawn out. Right now, police officers everywhere are pursuing them in full force. I believe that before long, we will be able to capture every single one of them,” Director Zhao said in a resounding tone. Having said that, he glanced at the deeply worried Bai Jinchuan and offered words of reassurance: “Mr. Bai, you don’t need to worry excessively either. The traffickers’ trail has already been tracked down; your son will certainly be found.”
Hearing the superintendent’s words, the refined middle-aged man managed a forced smile. Beneath that smile, however, lurked an even deeper anxiety. Yes, the trail has been tracked down, but when will they actually catch the people? Just like my wife said, can Chen’er’s body hold out until then…
Just as the room was heavy with sorrow, Bai Jinchuan’s phone suddenly rang. Believing it to be a matter concerning the company, Bai Jinchuan pulled it out with a sense of irritation, only to pause in surprise upon seeing an unfamiliar number on the screen.
In ordinary times, Bai Jinchuan would never answer such an unfamiliar number. But in this special period, with his mind entirely consumed by his child, Bai Jinchuan felt a slight stir at the sight of this unknown caller ID. Although he knew the probability was infinitesimal—after all, the traffickers’ target was children, not kidnappers, and they certainly wouldn’t call him demanding ransom—he couldn’t help harboring a tiny glimmer of expectation and pressed the call button.
As soon as the line connected, a young voice came through from the other end: “Hello, excuse me, is this Mr. Bai?”
Listening to this unfamiliar yet polite voice, a wave of disappointment washed over Bai Jinchuan. In his mind, human traffickers were utterly incapable of speaking with such politeness; this was likely just another person trying every possible angle to get his private number in hopes of seeking a business collaboration. With that thought, his tone inevitably turned somewhat cold: “It is. May I ask who this is?”
“Oh, who I am isn’t important. The thing is, I ran into two kids on the road, and one of them asked me to make this call. He said his name is Bai Yichen…”
“What did you say?!” Bai Jinchuan, who had just been completely calm and aloof, abruptly spiked his volume, his voice even cracking from sheer emotional intensity.
“Uh, I said his name is Bai Yichen. Hang on a second, he wants to talk to you…” The voice on the phone cut off momentarily, replaced immediately afterward by a much younger, childish voice: “Dad, it’s me. I’ve come out. Come pick me up quickly.”
Translator’s Note
Hi! I’m Siofra, your translator for White Moonlight Survival Record (Quick Transmigration)!
Bai Yichen and little Su Yuanhang have finally made it to the highway, and that phone call home changes everything! What kind of tearful reunion is waiting for our little protagonist? We’ll find out in Chapter 6!
Thank you so much for reading! Everything on this blog is completely free of charge, with no paywalls or strict schedules—just me translating whatever catches my interest whenever I have free time.
— Siofra
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