Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 112: The Paparazzi Who Always Scolds Me (Extra Chapter)

Actually, this wasn't the first time the woman had called the police, but each time the police only gave him a verbal reprimand and locked him up for a few days. However, after he was released, he would come back to harass her and her daughter.

She kept changing houses to avoid him, but he always managed to find her.

That's why she thought of seeking help from the media, but not every reporter would take the case. Domestic violence is a sensitive topic and could easily cause controversy. After searching around, she finally found Song Xianyin.

Qin Zhaochuan took the mother and daughter to a hotel owned by the Qin family.

“He can’t get in here.” Qin Zhaochuan looked at Song Xianyin.

The woman didn't know how to thank them properly and kept crying.

The group was in a hotel room. Qin Zhaochuan held a camera and pointed it at them, while Song Xianyin sat opposite them and interviewed them.

The woman covered her face and cried, "Ms. Song, all the wounds on my body were inflicted by him. I even had them examined, but I still can't get a divorce."

She didn't understand why getting a divorce was so difficult these days.

The girl was already sleepy from playing and fell asleep nestled in her arms.

The woman touched her hair and choked up, saying, "It's all my fault. If I had seen what kind of person he was earlier, my sweetie wouldn't be like this now."

She doesn't dare let Tian Tian go to school now, for fear that the madman will come looking for her.

Song Xianyin sighed and looked at the woman: "Miss Fu, may I take a picture of your injuries?"

The woman nodded.

Qin Zhaochuan squatted outside the room, his feelings extremely complicated.

Is it really true that women who are victims of domestic violence can only get a divorce by seeking help from the media?

After a while, Song Xianyin came out with a camera.

Qin Zhaochuan looked at her tired face and took the things from her hands: "Let's go back and rest."

Song Xianyin smiled at him: "Didn't we say we were going out to celebrate the New Year?"

He started asking her out long in advance, afraid that someone else would ask her out, but she had actually been spending New Year's Eve alone for a long time.

Qin Zhaochuan ruffled her hair: "You're exhausted, yet you still go out to celebrate the New Year. It doesn't matter where you celebrate."

As long as she's by his side, that's enough.

He held her hand tightly: "I've learned to cook. Let's buy some groceries later and cook for you so you can try my cooking."

Snow continued to fall from the sky, and the two of them, wearing thick down jackets, left footprints in the snow.

Some shops still had their Christmas trees up, and the streets were full of young couples, their ears filled with laughter.

Qin Zhaochuan felt a warmth in his heart. No wonder his employees were unwilling to work overtime these past few days despite him paying them five times their usual salary; it turns out that spending New Year's Eve with someone you love is so joyful.

They went to the supermarket together to buy groceries, and then went home to start cooking.

Song Xianyin disliked the smell of cooking oil and the feel of raw meat. She also felt bad leaving Qin Zhaochuan alone in the kitchen, so she pretended to wash vegetables nearby.

But Qin Zhaochuan kicked her out: "Go do your thing, look how tired you are."

There was a large Christmas tree in the corner. She remembered that Qin Zhaochuan had it brought over on Christmas Day, but she was out interviewing that day and wasn't home at all.

I remember she went to film around this time last year. She was very tired after filming, so she ate some takeout and went to bed.

Unexpectedly, Song Xianyin felt this way about having someone in the house. Lying on the sofa, she watched TV in a daze. The sound of Qin Zhaochuan chopping vegetables came from the kitchen, and her consciousness gradually blurred.

Qin Zhaochuan was worried that Song Xianyin was hungry, so he prepared some vegetables to fill her stomach.

When he brought the dishes out, he saw Song Xianyin sleeping soundly on the bed.

Seeing the dark circles under Song Xianyin's eyes, Qin Zhaochuan felt a pang of sadness. Being a reporter must be really tough, but it was her job, and he couldn't say anything.

He squatted down next to her, looking at her intently. Qin Zhaochuan lowered his head, thinking about something, and then secretly took out his phone and took a few selfies of the two of them.

Qin Zhaochuan leaned against her, typing away on his phone.

[Our first New Year's Eve together [heart] [heart]]

Attached is a nine-grid photo, all of which are photos of the two of them together during this period. However, it can be seen that he took them secretly. In the middle photo, Song Xianyin is sleeping with her profile showing, and he is making a peace sign next to her.

Qin Zhaochuan's ears turned red. Click send!

After completing all of this smoothly, he immediately ran to the kitchen to start cooking.

The way to a woman's heart is through her stomach!

Meanwhile, Secretary Lin, who was celebrating the New Year with his family, was idly scrolling through his WeChat Moments.

He was tired of scrolling through 80% of the pre-made posts on WeChat Moments, and those cheesy captions like "The nth New Year's Eve with you."

He kept scrolling down, and when he saw the photo, he scoffed. He had just said, "I don't want to look!"

Suddenly, his hand paused. Wait, who did he just see?

Holy crap, no way?!

Secretary Lin quickly scrolled up and was so shocked when he saw who posted the message that his jaw almost dropped.

He zoomed in on the photos in disbelief. Good heavens, would the CEO really post photos of such young people?

He clearly doesn't understand any internet memes, where has he been learning them these past few days?

Qin Zhaochuan was happily cooking. He was planning to go out with her tomorrow, New Year's Day, and he also wanted to post a series of messages on his WeChat Moments. He had already thought of the captions.

This year, next year, every year, we must be by each other's side.

Qin Zhaochuan cooked the dishes and then called Song Xianyin to eat. Song Xianyin's rented house was by the sea, and they could see fireworks filling the sky outside the window.

Song Xianyin looked at the table full of dishes and then at Qin Zhaochuan in surprise. Was he serious?

Qin Zhaochuan said with some pride, "What are you waiting for? Try it now!"

Qin Zhaochuan is someone who can do anything very well.

Song Xianyin sat down and took a few bites. She smiled and said, "It tastes exactly the same as what my grandma makes."

Qin Zhaochuan kept putting food on her plate, saying, "Of course."

The food in City A tends to be bland, and she doesn't seem to care much about what she eats.

So he specifically asked his aunt what flavors she liked and what she didn't like, and now he knows it all!

The two didn't exchange many words, but a warm current flowed through the air.

As Song Xianyin ate the familiar dishes in front of her, her eyes reddened slightly. She sniffed and whispered, "Thank you, Qin Zhaochuan."

Qin Zhaochuan looked at her red eyes and raised an eyebrow: "You're too kind, Miss Song."

The sound of fireworks exploding outside grew louder and louder, and the TV presenter was counting down.

"5."

"4."

……

"1!!"

The clock struck midnight precisely.

Qin Zhaochuan looked at Song Xianyin tenderly, raised his glass and clinked it with hers: "Happy New Year, Reporter Song."

Song Xianyin laughed at his expression. She wiped away her tears and raised her glass: "Happy New Year."

Clusters of fireworks shot into the night sky, their dazzling light illuminating the entire heavens, while people below cheered, filled with anticipation for the new year.

happy New Year.