RPAGF Chapter 366 The Beloved Little Sister 1
Chapter 366 The Beloved Little Sister 1
"Ah Song, where will you go in the next world?"
"Rongrong, I don't want to have children in the next world. Can we raise children instead? It's been so long, I should at least rest a bit."
Ji Xiaosong lay on the hillside basking in the sun, discussing something with Rongrong with her eyes closed.
"Then... why don't you have the puppet go to the small world first, give birth to the child, and then go down? That would be cheating. I'll get the Star Lord of Fate drunk, so you can rest for a few years."
"Alright, thank you for your hard work, Rongrong."
After reaching a conclusion, Ji Xiaosong took out a doll from her spatial storage. She didn't know which world it came from, but it wouldn't hurt to make do with it.
After Rongrong dealt with Si Ming Xingjun, Ji Xiaosong lay on the hillside and continued to bask in the sun.
I fell asleep while sunbathing.
……
"Ah Song, Ah Song!!! Wake up quickly! Your doll has chosen the wrong person. She just got divorced."
The dark, fluffy creature was so anxious that it kept pacing around, immediately waking Ji Xiaosong up.
"Let's just get divorced. As long as we raise the child, that's all that matters. If the husband is gone, that's all that matters."
"Then...then you'd better hurry up and go to the Little World to take care of the kids!"
"Okay, I'll go."
"By the way, let me give you some information about the original owner."
As soon as Rongrong finished speaking, a message entered Ji Xiaosong's mind.
This is the modern world. The original owner of this body used to be a creative director at an advertising company, and is now a housewife and short video blogger.
32 years old, divorced, with an eight-year-old son named Bai Xiaotian.
Having received this information, Ji Xiaosong went to the small world.
She had just walked away when Rongrong chased after her, shouting, "Ah, Asong, you ran too fast! You forgot to bring your memories!"
however……
Ji Xiaosong could no longer hear.
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"I don't believe your nonsense! These days, you'd even steal a cabbage?"
Ji Xiaosong stood on tiptoe, holding her phone high in her right hand, while desperately grabbing at the arm of the middle-aged woman in front of her with her left.
On her phone screen, the delivery time for Greenfresh Life suddenly changed from "delivery within 2 hours" to "today's delivery is full".
In March, the mirage was still chilly.
Thirty-odd residents huddled together in front of a temporary vegetable stall inside the gated community.
Community volunteers in protective suits were busy trying to maintain order, and the loudspeaker was playing a repeated reminder to "keep a two-meter distance," but no one paid any attention.
"Hey lady, can you hurry up? There are people waiting behind us!" Ji Xiaosong couldn't help but urge the middle-aged woman who was carefully selecting her items in front of her.
"Are you rushing me? I'm watching this right now!" The old woman didn't even turn her head, slowly picking at each potato. "Young people these days have no patience at all."
Ji Xiaosong took a deep breath and glanced at her watch: 9:47 AM.
In 13 minutes, Bai Xiaotian's online class will begin, and she needs to go back and keep an eye on that little devil to make sure he doesn't secretly play games again.
"The last two cabbages! First come, first served!" the stall owner suddenly shouted.
The crowd instantly stirred.
Ji Xiaosong reacted quickly, rushing forward in one stride. Just as her fingers touched the cabbage leaves, her other hand, wearing a rubber glove, grabbed the cabbage stem at the same time.
"Resident, please queue in an orderly manner." A deep male voice came from above.
Ji Xiaosong looked up and met a pair of eyes hidden behind goggles.
He was a tall man wearing a blue protective suit with the words "Community Volunteer" printed on it and a Party member badge pinned to his chest.
"I've been queuing for half an hour!" Ji Xiaosong didn't let go. "Besides, I have a child at home, and I need fresh vegetables."
“Every family has its own special circumstances.” The man’s voice was as calm as if he were reading an instruction manual. “Please go back to the end of the line and queue up again.”
Ji Xiaosong's temper flared up instantly.
In the past 72 hours, she was laid off from the advertising company, received a series of complaints from her son's homeroom teacher, and experienced constant drilling noise from her upstairs neighbor who was renovating. Now, even a cabbage is being taken from her.
"Who are you? The neighborhood committee director?" She ripped off her mask, revealing dark circles under her eyes from staying up all night. "Do you know who I am? I am..."
“Ms. Ji Xiaosong, former creative director of Xingyao Advertising, now a freelancer.” The man suddenly interrupted her, “The proposal you made for our company three years ago was rejected.”
Ji Xiaosong was stunned.
She squinted and carefully examined the other person: the goggles were fogged up, and she could only see two thick eyebrows and the outline of slightly tired eyes.
"You're...from Coretech?"
“Fang Youheng, Technical Director.” The man nodded. “He is now the leader of the epidemic prevention volunteer team for this building.”
Ji Xiaosong's memories suddenly became clear.
Three years ago, on that afternoon in the conference room, it was this calm-voiced man who used lines of code and data to utterly dismantle her meticulously planned "emotional marketing" scheme.
"So now you're settling a personal score?" she sneered.
Fang Youheng seemed to want to say something, but at that moment Ji Xiaosong's phone rang.
The words "Bai Xiaotian's homeroom teacher" appeared on the screen.
"Hello, Teacher Li?" She had to let go of the cabbage and answer the phone.
"Bai Xiaotian's mom, Bai Xiaotian hasn't handed in his math homework again! This is the third time this week!"
The voice on the other end of the phone was so shrill that it could be heard by everyone around even without speakerphone: "As a single mother, can't you spend more time with your child?"
Ji Xiaosong felt like everyone's eyes were piercing her back.
She gritted her teeth: "Teacher Li, I'm grabbing food right now, wait a minute..."
"Is grabbing vegetables more important than a child's education? No wonder Bai Xiaotian's grades are so bad!"
Ji Xiaosong's fingers dug into her palm.
Just as she was about to retort, her phone was suddenly snatched away.
Fang Youheng appeared beside her at some point and spoke into the phone: "Hello, I'm a volunteer from this building. Ms. Ji is currently following the epidemic prevention regulations and queuing to purchase supplies, please understand. Regarding your child's studies, I suggest you communicate via WeChat text message to avoid discussing student privacy loudly in public."
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then the call ended.
Fang Youheng returned the phone to Ji Xiaosong and casually stuffed the cabbage that had caused the dispute into her shopping bag: "In these special times, let's understand each other."
Ji Xiaosong opened her mouth, but suddenly didn't know what to say.
She glanced down at the cabbage, then looked up to find that Fang Youheng had already gone to maintain order among the other teams.
"What are you pretending to be, pretending to be a good person..." she muttered, but her ears inexplicably turned red.
When he got home, Bai Xiaotian was indeed not taking online classes, but was squatting on the sofa playing Switch.
"Bai Xiaotian!" Ji Xiaosong slammed the cabbage onto the kitchen counter. "Where's your math homework?"
"I forgot." The eight-year-old boy didn't even look up, his fingers flying across the screen. "You were streaming until midnight yesterday, how could I dare disturb you?"
Ji Xiaosong choked.
Indeed, since being laid off, she has started trying to become a parenting blogger.
Last night's "Single Mother's Survival Guide" live stream lasted until 1 a.m. and garnered 20,000 likes, along with the consequences of her son not doing his homework.
"Go and finish your homework." She softened her tone. "I'll make you hot pot for lunch."
"Hot pot again?" Bai Xiaotian finally looked up, his little face full of disgust. "We've had it three times this week!"
"It's good enough that we have something to eat!" Ji Xiaosong pulled out half a packet of hot pot base from the refrigerator. "During the pandemic, it's a miracle that your mom was able to get fresh cabbage!"
She was about to boil water when the doorbell suddenly rang.
On the monitor screen stood Fang Youheng, fully armed.
"What? I've already got the cabbage," Ji Xiaosong said through the intercom.
“It’s not cabbage.” Fang Youheng’s voice was muffled through his mask. “I just received a notification that there are close contacts in your building, and you need to stay home. This is a package of epidemic prevention supplies.”
Ji Xiaosong opened the door and took the heavy bag.
Besides vegetables and meat, there were also two boxes of Lianhua Qingwen capsules inside.
"Thank you," she said stiffly. "And thank you for answering the phone for me earlier too."
Fang Youheng nodded, turned to leave, but stopped: "How old is your son?"
"Eight years old. What's wrong?"
“My daughter is twelve years old,” Fang Youheng suddenly said. “She’s also taking online classes at home. Yesterday, she pointed the camera at the ceiling and played games all day.”
Ji Xiaosong was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Kids these days... are all so clever."
The two looked at each other through their masks, and there was a strange unspoken understanding between them.
“Oh, right,” Fang Youheng pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket, “we’ve created a mutual help group for our building. You can ask for help in the group if you need anything.”
Ji Xiaosong took the note, which contained a WeChat ID.
Just as she was about to thank him, Bai Xiaotian suddenly screamed from inside the house: "Mom! My head hurts so much!"
She rushed back into the house and found her son curled up on the sofa, his face flushed.
When I touched my forehead, it was frighteningly hot.