Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 134 That Gold-Digging Cannon Fodder Woman 22

The office was extremely dark, and Song Xianyin silently waited for Jiang Fengyan to call for help.

He's about to scream, and she'll rush up to him when he does.

But she waited for a long time and Jiang Fengyan still didn't speak.

Song Xianyin: ?

What happened to claustrophobia?

She tentatively said, "Mr. Jiang, my phone is dead. Could you call someone over?"

It was quite a while before she heard Jiang Fengyan's voice.

"Ms. Song, I didn't bring my phone."

His voice was so calm that it made Song Xianyin start to panic.

Does Jiang Fengyan really suffer from claustrophobia?

In her mind, shouldn't he be hiding in a corner screaming or crying in fear right now? Then she would naturally pull him into her arms.

She cleared her throat: "Mr. Jiang, could you come closer to me? I'm a little scared."

Jiang Fengyan's voice was a little soft: "I'm sorry, Miss Song, I may not be able to go there right now."

Song Xianyin keenly sensed the underlying weakness in Jiang Fengyan's voice.

She was terrified. She thought he didn't have these symptoms, otherwise she wouldn't know how to act next.

"Mr. Jiang, what's wrong?"

Song Xianyin quickly ran to Jiang Fengyan's side.

Jiang Fengyan squatted on the ground, his breathing heavy. He felt cold sweating and his heart was beating faster and faster.

“Mr. Jiang?” Song Xianyin hugged his arm worriedly.

Jiang Fengyan gritted his teeth and comforted her, "Don't worry, Miss Song, my assistant will find us."

Jiang Fengyan clutched his heart tightly, feeling increasingly difficult to breathe and a growing sense of suffocation.

He vaguely heard a gentle voice: "Mr. Jiang, if you are afraid, lean on my broad shoulders."

Song Xianyin felt that Jiang Fengyan was about to faint, so she directly turned Jiang Fengyan's head onto her shoulder and then held his hand tightly.

When his assistant sees this, Jiang Fengyan will be in deep trouble, no matter how hard he tries.

Song Xianyin looked at her broad shoulders with some pride. She usually saw many men whose shoulders were not as broad as hers, no wonder their clothes looked so bad.

She used to do some part-time modeling. Many of the male models didn't have as good a physique as her, but they always earned more money than the female models.

As Jiang Fengyan savored the familiar taste, the tension in his heart gradually eased.

Time passed slowly, and darkness fell. Song Xianyin fell asleep without realizing it.

When the assistant discovered the office, he almost fainted when he saw Jiang Fengyan leaning on Song Xianyin's shoulder.

The school leaders were so frightened that they immediately covered their mouths and quickly dispersed the bystanders. If they were filmed and the incident was used to make a fuss, Song's reputation would be ruined.

The assistant carefully woke Jiang Fengyan up. He looked at the scene and felt that something was wrong no matter how he looked at it.

Why is the young master lying on Miss Song's shoulder? Isn't it upside down?

The evening breeze was a bit chilly, and it was already curfew time, so the way back to the dorm was unusually quiet.

Jiang Fengyan looked at Song Xianyin beside him gratefully: "Thank you, Miss Song. I don't know what I would have done without you."

He has had this illness since childhood. When he was a child, he was playing with his friends and was accidentally locked in a room. He experienced severe stress at the time.

Since then, his family has been particularly careful about this door, and he never expected to encounter this situation again today.

Song Xianyin smiled gently: "No need to be so polite, Mr. Jiang, we're friends."

Jiang Fengyan was taken aback when he heard this, but he quickly realized what she meant and smiled and nodded at her.

At the dormitory entrance, Song Xianyin looked at him with some concern: "Mr. Jiang, you must never go to dark places alone again."

Looking at Song Xianyin, who was treating him like a child, Jiang Fengyan was both amused and exasperated: "Miss Song Xianyin, I understand."

"Good night."

After the teacher checking the dorms spoke a few words with the dorm supervisor, Song Xianyin was finally allowed into the dorm room.

The assistant glanced at Jiang Fengyan beside him; he was looking at that back with a smile in his eyes.

No way, the young master was won over so quickly?

Song Xianyin went back to her dormitory, took a shower, and then went to bed to rest.

Just as she was getting ready to go to sleep, she received a message from Jiang Fengyan.

Ms. Song, thank you so much for today. May I treat you to a meal sometime when you have time?

Song Xianyin sighed: "Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry, I've been very busy with work lately. You may have to wait quite a while."

A short while later, Jiang Fengyan sent another message: 【Is there anything Miss Song likes?】

This is to express my gratitude to her.

Song Xianyin hesitated for a moment before sending him a picture of the bag.

Is this okay?

She wouldn't say she didn't need a gift; she helped Jiang Fengyan, so she should accept a thank-you gift.

Jiang Fengyan replied quickly: "Of course, I'll have my assistant deliver it to A University tomorrow."

Song Xianyin didn't reply again and closed her phone, satisfied.

All done, time for bed!

Song Xianyin's life is busy and monotonous. She has to do the same things almost every day, but there are so many things to do.

Fortunately, An Yueke delivers her packages, so she no longer has to go to the school's delivery station to pick them up herself.

Song Xianyin attaches great importance to this one-year anniversary, after all, it is the first day that she and her fans have celebrated together.

Song Xianyin sat in her seat with a serious expression, sorting through the gifts.

Ten brand-new iPhone Pro Max models, cameras and instant cameras, Hermes and LV bags, a massage gun, a Dyson curling iron and hair dryer, several free 10-day Arctic travel vouchers, Jellycat plush toys, headphones...

"I'll buy cosmetics, treadmills, and exercise bikes if I win them in the raffle," Song Xianyin muttered.

Some of them are too big; it's unrealistic for her to take them back.

As for cosmetics and clothes, she has to see which ones her sisters like, because she's afraid they won't like what she buys.

The gifts included both practical and impractical items, and she also prepared a huge surprise for them, which she had started preparing months in advance.

"Ayin, won't you go bankrupt delivering like this?" Her roommate was a little shocked when she saw what she had ordered.

Song Xianyin smiled and said, "No, I can't expect them to send me money for our one-year anniversary."

Some livestreamers not only make money by competing every day, but also promote clothing brands, raking in all their fans. They expect fans to send them gifts on every holiday, and when they do, they imply that they like gold. They especially make a killing on their birthdays.

She's different from those male anchors.

Song Xianyin locked her follow list. These gifts were for her fans, and she was worried that people who weren't her fans might come to follow her that day, and it wouldn't be good if the gifts ended up in their hands.

She is very stingy.