The host and the protagonist had a happy ending again [Quick Transmigration]

Pei Ming was still somewhat dazed after leaving the villa. Had he really gotten out so easily?

Aside from calling out my name and explaining my work hours, I didn't pay any price.

These two things don't really count as a price to pay.

Like stealing a beautiful dream.

But when he got out onto the street, he wasn't as relaxed as he'd hoped. The street was littered with garbage, and a skinny stray cat with rotting flesh darted past his feet, followed by a stray dog.

It makes one unconsciously miss a clean and warm villa, or something that isn't a villa.

Not far from the magnificent clubhouse lies the West District, where all the city's "lower class" gather, and Pei Ming also grew up here.

In stark contrast to the clubhouse, the western section resembled a painting eroded by time, its dilapidated and desolate buildings like frail old people, seemingly ready to collapse at any moment. Piles of garbage clung to the ground, emitting a foul stench. Pei Ming held his breath and walked straight into the depths.

The windows of the room were broken, and the wind swept through the empty interior, futilely stirring up the remaining dust.

There are people arguing outside.

No, someone is unilaterally causing trouble.

"Everyone here knows that Pei Ming is also doing those shady things outside. He just got out of a man's bed, and you still want him to find a wife? He might find you several men, all older than you!" The man's words were full of malice, and he looked fierce and sarcastic, as if standing there would taint him with filth.

When life is difficult, people's malice is amplified infinitely.

Pei Ming remained indifferent; these words no longer stirred any emotion in him.

After all, they weren't wrong about some of what they said. Pei Ming also realized that he had indeed done some improper things and had indeed willingly fallen into depravity.

...He had actually just gotten out of the man's bed, but the situation was a little different.

The kind-looking old woman opposite was furious, pointing a trembling finger at the man: "You, you're talking nonsense! Ming is a good boy too."

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She stammered, repeating only this one sentence over and over again: Ming is a good child.

The man scoffed, "He must have made a fortune, leaving an old woman like you here. You heartless wretch."

Pei Ming frowned slightly, stepped forward to help the old woman, and only felt somewhat relieved after seeing that she was alright. He then turned his gaze to the man and chuckled, "Uncle Li, you came to see me? To buy some wine?"

"What kind of wine should I buy?" the man gritted his teeth. He could only afford to buy Pei Mingye a bottle of wine with the money he earned from scavenging for a month.

He held on to his last breath, wanting to speak again, but when he met Pei Mingye's indifferent gaze, his confidence vanished, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

This kid had a refined and gentle appearance, and he didn't say anything, but that casual glance made him feel a little uneasy.

After the man left, the old woman touched Pei Mingye's body up and down, muttering, "Is he alright? He didn't come back all night, and I couldn't sleep."

Pei Ming also clenched his fist loosely to hide the wound on his palm, and smiled as he helped her into the house: "It's nothing, I'm sorry to have worried you."

The old woman looked him up and down, and seeing that he looked alright and was walking steadily, she patted her chest and said, "Mingye, don't go selling wine anymore. I'm much better now, I won't take that medicine, okay?"

"You can't skip your medicine, or you'll be in pain all night long," Ming said softly, his eyes slightly red. "I make money easily selling alcohol, so don't worry. Just take your medicine."

It's not that easy. In the past, when he came home at night, he would vomit outside, as if he was going to throw up his stomach. Grandma heard it several times.

There were also a few nights when she didn't come home. The next day, Mingye would return home, and even if he acted normally, his face was always pale. Her Mingye always smiled, but he looked like he was about to collapse. He had been through too much.

Pei Ming sat obediently and let the old woman pat his head, whispering to her about the delicious food he had eaten.

"The milk is warm, and it feels so comforting to drink it..."

As he spoke, Pei Ming slowly froze. He had said these things to his grandmother before, but they were all based on his imagination. This time, however, it was true.

Seeing that he was silent, the old woman was a little puzzled. She then heard him slowly mutter to himself, "Really."

He smiled, rubbed his face against the old woman's dry, rough hands, and emphasized with a smile, "It's true."

Sweet rice porridge, tender fried eggs, and warm milk make your stomach feel comfortable and your whole body feel warm.

This time, the curve of his lips was shallow, not as perfect, but softer, and a trace of its original light seemed to return to his misty gray eyes.

The old woman gently patted his head: "We must live well tomorrow too, do you hear me?"

Whether she's there or not, Ming will live a good life.

This is not a good world. Ming has never received any kindness in her life. She is so afraid that when she is gone, this world will swallow the child up, leaving not even bones behind.

So seeing how hard Ming was working, she didn't dare not take her medicine.

When it was time for him to go to work, a fleeting look of weariness crossed Pei Ming's eyes. He tucked a few more pills into his pocket, smiled, and said goodbye to the old woman.

As usual, the old woman advised, "Take a day off, can't you take a day off?"

This job is too hard, and more importantly, Ming doesn't like doing it either.

Pei Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, his smile revealing a mischievous glint in his eyes: "Go and scam them out of their money to buy you delicious food."

The old woman nodded without speaking; Ming also didn't like to lie.

Pei Ming also comforted her, saying, "I slept very well last night."

I really got a good rest. I've never slept in such a warm bed, taken such a comfortable bath, or worn such soft pajamas in my entire life.

He paused slightly, then suddenly remembered that Xu Ran had asked him about his work hours that morning.

Will it appear?

A barely perceptible expectation rose in his heart. An expectation he shouldn't have.

On the other side, Xu Ran was arguing with the little system about whether or not to take the hovercar out today.

The small system presented its reasoning: "Other wealthy people drive hovercars when they go out."

Why is Xu Ran being treated specially?

Xu Ran: "Taking a walk is good for your health."

Isn't the villa's huge yard enough for you to take a walk? You could just stroll around it every day, why do you have to walk on these dirty streets?

Xu Ran: "Besides, I have to drink today, so I can't drive drunk. What if I crash into a tree?"

system:"……"

Nobody cares if you drink and drive in this world, and even if you crash into a tree, a car, or someone, nothing will happen unless you take a super particle cannon and blast the hovercar.

However, the smaller system couldn't drive a hovercar, and in the end, it couldn't beat Xu Ran.

Xu Ran smiled and gently patted the puffed-up little dumpling, then ordered a new flavor data bar for it, finally managing to appease it.

When the time came, he put on his trench coat and went out to keep his appointment.