WMSR – QT Chapter 7

 

WMSR – QT Chapter 7

By

siofra

Chapter 7

He looked the little squirt up and down, his gaze finally lingering on the hand the little squirt was tightly gripping onto Bai Yichen’s, a subtle sense of irritation quietly welling up inside him. From his perspective, Yichen had always been closest to him since they were kids. Where on earth had this little squirt popped out from, getting so close to Yichen without even asking for his permission?

Though feeling annoyed inside, Song Junchi came from an influential family and naturally acted as the ringleader among his childhood peers. Therefore, he didn’t show his hostility right away, instead asking with a seemingly casual air, “Yichen, who is this?”

“This is a kid who got abducted with me. We escaped together.”

Hearing this, Song Junchi found it rather difficult to target the little squirt directly.

Bai Jinchuan and his wife, Qin Yi, had just finished thanking the young car owner. When they first saw their son, they had been too overwhelmed with emotion; thus, although they had noticed the unfamiliar child younger than their own son, they hadn’t had the bandwidth to ask. Now, overhearing their son’s conversation with Song Junchi, they immediately grew concerned. “Did you contact his parents? This child’s mom and dad must be worried sick just like we were. By the way, how did you guys escape, and did any other children manage to get out?”

Bai Yichen recounted the situation of their escape, making Mr. and Mrs. Bai inwardly breathe sighs of relief over their sheer luck. Although they had exchanged a couple of phone calls while in the car earlier, their primary focus had been whether Bai Yichen was injured, leaving no time to worry about other details. Now, seeing the extra child beside their son, they finally remembered to ask about those specifics.

As for contacting the child’s parents, Bai Yichen had previously asked the little fellow beside him if he remembered his home phone number, but upon receiving a negative answer, he hadn’t bothered to waste extra effort on it. In any case, such abducted children were all registered at the police station; as long as they could return safely, finding the little fellow’s parents would happen naturally.

Right now, the police officers who had accompanied Mr. and Mrs. Bai had plenty of work on their hands. Based on Bai Yichen’s account, a portion of them headed out to investigate the traffickers’ den where they had escaped from, while those who stayed behind took Bai Yichen’s statement or surrounded the little fellow to gather his information.

However, the little fellow clearly harbored quite a bit of psychological trauma from this kidnapping ordeal. Facing the questioning of unfamiliar police officers, he kept his head bowed without uttering a single sound, burying himself desperately behind Bai Yichen. In the end, because the little fellow’s defensive aversion to strangers was simply too strong, the officers had no choice but to ask Bai Yichen to help question him instead.

Naturally, Bai Yichen agreed without a second thought. And the very first question Bai Yichen asked on behalf of the police was…

“What’s your name?” Bai Yichen asked in a softened tone. When they were flagging down the car earlier, he had asked whether the little fellow remembered his family’s contact number, but genuinely hadn’t gotten around to asking his name.

Facing Bai Yichen’s inquiry, the little fellow, who had kept his head lowered and refused to say a word, lifted his gaze to look at Bai Yichen. A pair of ink-black eyes were extraordinarily pure, seemingly reflecting only Bai Yichen’s figure within them. Then, a tiny voice rang out—though childish, it was articulated with earnest, painstaking clarity, almost as if he were performing a grand self-introduction: “Su Yuanhang. Big Brother, my name is Su Yuanhang.”

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Chapter 4: Childhood Sweethearts [Translator’s Note: Original text labelled Chapter 4 due to source structuring]

Su Yuanhang…

Bai Yichen froze completely. For no other reason than because he had seen this name countless times in the background files he had already memorized inside and out ever since transmigrating.

His name was Su Yuanhang, and he had also been kidnapped as a child. Surely it couldn’t be such a coincidence…

Thinking this, Bai Yichen instinctively voiced the second question prepared by the police officer: “Then, Yuanhang, do you remember your mom and dad’s names?”

“I remember. My mom’s name is Liu Meike, and my dad’s name is Su Ning.”

Bai Yichen’s gaze instantly turned even more complex. Su Yuanhang—if it were merely the name that matched, there might still be a possibility of a simple coincidence. But when even his parents’ names matched as well, it was entirely impossible for it to be a coincidence.

Bai Yichen had never imagined that the kidnapping incident which caused Su Yuanhang to develop claustrophobia was the exact same event that caused the original host’s death—a detail that hadn’t been mentioned in the documents whatsoever.

This was undoubtedly because neither Song Junchi nor Su Yuanhang had discovered this secret. After all, one of them harbored terror toward his childhood kidnapping experience, while the other remained haunted by the death of his childhood friend; neither of them ever deliberately brought it up, making it entirely plausible that they missed this coincidence.

“Big Brother, what’s wrong?”

Perhaps Bai Yichen had been lost in thought for too long, as a soft, milky voice tinged with a trace of worry broke the silence. Bai Yichen lowered his head to see the little fellow’s pure, ink-black eyes blinking unblinkingly up at him.

Bai Yichen offered a smile. “I’m fine. Little Hang is so smart to remember his parents’ names! Don’t worry, the police uncles will help you find your mom and dad very soon.”

Hearing the affectionate nickname “Little Hang,” Su Yuanhang’s face flushed slightly. He cautiously lifted his gaze to peek at Bai Yichen, whispering in a tiny voice, “Then, Big Brother, can I come look for you to play in the future?”

Bai Yichen smiled. “Of course you can. You’re welcome anytime.”

Bai Yichen raised a hand to pat the little fellow’s head; the strands of hair beneath his palm were exceptionally soft. In truth, the fact that the little fellow was the story’s shou protagonist, Su Yuanhang, had virtually zero impact on him. After all, his goal was simply to survive in this world; as for the romance between Song Junchi and Su Yuanhang, it had nothing to do with him and wouldn’t interfere with him in the slightest. To a certain degree, running into Su Yuanhang could even be considered his lucky break—after all, if Su Yuanhang hadn’t been inside that cabinet he opened, he might genuinely not have pulled through that night.

It was Su Yuanhang’s body heat that had saved his life.

Remembering how the files stated that Su Yuanhang had been forgotten by the traffickers inside that dark wooden cabinet until the police captured all the traffickers—and how Su Yuanhang’s parents hadn’t found him among the rescued children at first, only finally locating him after much twists and turns because he had been left behind in the cellar—a deep, aching sense of pity welled up in Bai Yichen’s heart.

Translator’s Note

Hi! I’m Siofra, your translator for White Moonlight Survival Record (Quick Transmigration)!

A massive plot connection drops in this chapter—little Su Yuanhang turns out to be none other than the story’s main protagonist! The pieces of the puzzle are coming together nicely. What kind of adventures await back in the city? We’ll find out in Chapter 8!

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