WMSR – QT Chapter 8

 

WMSR – QT Chapter 8

By

siofra

Here is the English translation for Chapter 8:

Chapter 8

Because according to the records, Su Yuanhang had been locked inside that cabinet for nearly two days and two nights back then, and by the time he was rescued, his mind had already been incoherent. Although he slowly recovered afterward, from that time on, he grew terrified of any dark, enclosed environment—a psychological shadow that he could not shake off even after growing into adulthood.

Thinking of all this, the gaze Bai Yichen cast upon Su Yuanhang instantly became even more pitying and tender.

Sensing this goodwill, Su Yuanhang, who already desperately wanted to be close to Bai Yichen, felt as though he had received some sort of encouragement. He had already learned Bai Yichen’s name earlier during the conversations between Bai Yichen, his family, and the police. Once again, he tugged cautiously on Bai Yichen’s clothing and asked, “Then, Big Brother, can I call you Brother Chen from now on?”

“Sure!”

Not far away, Song Junchi watched this scene with twitching cheeks, suddenly feeling that this little squirt who knew how to climb right up the pole was more insufferably detestable than ever.

Following that, things proceeded quite logically. Based on the information provided by Su Yuanhang, the police contacted his parents, and the Su parents wept tears of joy upon finally finding their lost son. That very night, while many people were fast asleep, the police successfully cracked a major cross-province child-trafficking case in one fell swoop. The core members of the criminal ring were arrested entirely, and all the abducted children controlled by the syndicate were rescued. Right now, the police were following the captured traffickers’ confessions to track down those children who had been placed for adoption through illegal channels.

From then on, everything returned to normal—except for one thing…

“Aunt Qin, is Yichen home?” Song Junchi, who possessed a handsome appearance despite his tender age, inquired with impeccable politeness. Such good looks combined with a good attitude were practically a natural cheat code for adding a hundred points of favorability.

Sure enough, the moment Qin Yi laid eyes on Song Junchi, a smile bloomed on her face—though… “Oh, it’s Junchi. Yichen is home; he’s upstairs playing with Little Hang. Go on up and find him.”

The moment Song Junchi heard those words, his face darkened. Yet facing Aunt Qin before him, he still managed to squeeze out a forced smile, after which he marched aggressively upstairs. That little squirt—it’s that little squirt again!

Radiating a full aura of aggressive intent, Song Junchi walked straight to the second-floor room where Bai Yichen loved to spend his time, shoved the door open with a sharp bang, and saw the two people sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window turn their heads to look at him simultaneously.

He had to admit, it was a breathtakingly beautiful picture. This room had originally been a study combined with a reading nook, but ever since Yichen was rescued from the human traffickers, he had developed a fondness for flowers and plants. As a result, many plants had been added inside, transforming it into a hybrid of a study and a greenhouse, decorated to exquisite perfection.

bathed in the afternoon sun and set against a backdrop of lush greenery, Bai Yichen was leaning against a rattan chair with a pristine white hand holding a book, looking extraordinarily gorgeous and deeply elegant. Song Junchi couldn’t control his heartbeat as it skipped an extra beat or two, yet the only slightly jarring eyesore in this picturesque scene was that little squirt plastered across Yichen’s lap.

It’s this little squirt—it’s this very little squirt!

Back then, when he heard that little squirt say he wanted to come play with Yichen in the future, he hadn’t taken it to heart. He never expected that the little squirt actually lived in City A, and afterwards ran over here at every single opportunity—visiting even more frequently than he did, even though he lived in the same villa neighborhood. It was downright brazen and shameless.

To make matters worse, Yichen was extremely fond of this little squirt. Even Aunt Qin treated him with abundant care and affection, never minding his frequent visits, largely because the little squirt had shared the same abduction experience as Yichen, and because Yichen had mentioned that if not for the little squirt that night, he might not have pulled through. And that kind of special treatment was something only he used to have.

Weighing all these factors together, Song Junchi found this little squirt—whom he had always looked down upon—more and more intolerable.

“Junchi, you’re here.”

That gentle, pleasant voice rang out, instantly sweeping away all of Song Junchi’s chaotic thoughts. Catching Bai Yichen’s calm, steady gaze looking over at him, Song Junchi forced even his burning flames of jealousy to suppress themselves. No matter how low his emotional intelligence might be, he wouldn’t display a nasty attitude toward that little squirt right in front of Yichen—not to mention that his emotional intelligence was completely normal to begin with. Just how much bullying the weak lowers your impression score was something he knew without needing to be told.

Accompanied by Bai Yichen’s greeting, another slightly tender “Hello, Brother Song” rang out simultaneously.

Song Junchi choked, utterly unable to describe how congested his chest felt. Yet in front of his good friend, he could only nod toward the little squirt and force out a tight smile.

Bai Yichen watched this harmonious scene unfold before him and revealed a satisfied smile. In truth, the little fellow calling Song Junchi “Brother Song” was actually his own doing. Because both the little fellow and Song Junchi were frequent visitors to his place, the chances of the three of them running into each other were extremely high. When three people were hanging out together, they couldn’t just stay silent all the time; since the little fellow called him Brother Chen, he also prompted the little fellow to call Song Junchi Brother Song.

Whenever he heard the little fellow calling Song Junchi “Brother Song” and watched this scene of this future couple getting along so harmoniously, Bai Yichen felt a genuine sense of gratification. They were predestined lovers to begin with; meeting even earlier than in the original timeline and growing up like childhood sweethearts, their relationship in the future ought to be even better.

No one knew what Bai Yichen was thinking, but under his gaze, the older Song Junchi inexplicably shivered a little, while the younger Su Yuanhang couldn’t quite put his finger on it yet—he simply felt a vague displeasure at seeing Bai Yichen’s attention fixed on someone else. Nuzzling his face against the leg of Bai Yichen’s pants, he successfully recaptured Bai Yichen’s attention.

As for Song Junchi, seeing this spectacle made him feel that his teeth were itching even more fiercely, and his fists were itching too.

Of course, all of this covert psychological warfare and petty rivalry took place behind the scenes where Bai Yichen couldn’t detect it. Narrowing his eyes slightly, Bai Yichen leaned back into the comfortable recliner. The gentle breeze drifting through the open window brushed softly against his face, carrying with it the scent of sunlight and fresh grass. Everything was simply so wonderful.

Being alive… really is great.

Bai Yichen opened his eyes once more, raising a hand to turn the page of a book—one he had long heard of, but had never previously found the time to read.

Since he only had a short span of twenty years, he should cherish it all the more.

He would live well, and fully savor this hard-won twenty years of his. Every single day, he would make sure not to waste a single moment.

Translator’s Note

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

Chapter 8 brings a peaceful resolution to the rescue arc, setting up cozy days ahead as Bai Yichen settles into his new life (while Song Junchi quietly seethes over little Su Yuanhang’s clinginess!). Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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