Quick Transmigration: Playing the Role of a Devoted Tool

Hearing Liu Du's heart-wrenching cries.

Xu Su recalled the scene from last night, which was now vividly appearing in his memory.

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It was very late at night, and the chirping of insects outside the courtyard had subsided. Only a dim oil lamp was still lit in the kitchen, casting flickering shadows on the walls.

He quietly pushed open the door and confirmed that Liu Du's location was no longer in motion.

Liu Du was just as easily fooled as Qi Ran. He was so easily swayed by a few sweet words that he fell into a deep sleep.

He composed himself and walked silently toward the kitchen.

The door wasn't closed properly, leaving a crack, and the soft clattering of bowls and chopsticks could be heard from inside.

Liu Du's mother was sitting by the stove, preparing the vegetables for tomorrow's meal by the light of the lamp. Her withered fingers carefully caressed the vegetable leaves, her movements slow but efficient.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up and saw Xu Su. A look of surprise appeared on her face, but she quickly regained her gentle smile.

"Young Master Xu, why aren't you asleep yet? Are you hungry?"

Xu Su pushed open the door and entered, a perfectly respectful smile on his face, his tone as gentle as a spring night breeze.

"Auntie, I couldn't sleep, and when I saw the kitchen light was on, I came to check on you. Please don't work too hard; it's so late."

He sat down on the small stool next to the stove, his gaze falling on Liu's mother's rough hands.

Those were the marks left by years of hard work, full of cracks and thick calluses.

Liu's mother smiled and continued with her work.

"I'm used to it, these old bones can't stay still. But you, don't be shy around Du-ge, just make yourself at home."

"Auntie, you're too kind. You and Du-ge'er have treated me so well, how could I be reserved?"

Xu Su changed the subject, adding a faint sigh to his tone.

"To be honest, I like Du Ge'er from the bottom of my heart. He is kind, thoughtful, and good-looking. He should have had a bright future and shouldn't be stuck in this poor mountain village, spending his whole life with you. He is not fertile, and no one will want him in the future."

Liu's mother paused, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes.

This is the most heartbreaking thing in her life.

She didn't speak, but listened quietly, waiting for Xu Su to continue.

Xu Su took in her expression, inwardly sneering, but outwardly appearing even more sincere.

"Auntie, you're a reasonable person. Think about it, if Du'er stays with you all the time, what future will he have? This place is miserable; it can keep people here, but not their future. He's filial and can't bear to leave you, but can you really bear to watch him live like this for the rest of his life?"

He leaned forward, lowering his voice even further, with a hint of veiled warning.

"As long as you are here, Du Ge'er will have one more burden. Forget about venturing into the capital, it will be difficult for him to even find a good family to marry. What man would be willing to marry him?"

These words struck Liu's mother's heart like needles.

Her fingers trembled slightly, and she stopped picking up the vegetable leaves.

Under the light, her face appeared somewhat pale.

Seeing this, Xu Su knew the time was right and immediately threw out the bait. His tone was unquestionable and certain, but his eyes hid a hint of cunning.

"Auntie, I know you love Du Ge'er. If you are willing to think about Du Ge'er and give him a way out, I, Xu Su, swear here that I will protect him for the rest of my life. As long as I have food to eat, I will never let him go hungry. If I can gain a foothold in the capital and become successful, I will make sure he enjoys wealth and honor and lives a life free from worries about food and clothing."

His voice was gentle, yet every word was calculated, like a viper flicking its tongue, luring its prey into a trap.

Liu's mother remained silent for a long time, and only the hissing sound of the oil lamp burning could be heard in the kitchen.

After a while, she suddenly laughed. The laugh was faint, without a trace of sadness, but rather carried an almost resolute sense of relief.

She put down the vegetables in her hand, wiped her hands, stood up, and looked at Xu Su with a smile.

"Young Master Xu is right, Du-ge'er deserves a bright future. It's late, you must be hungry, let me make you a bowl of noodles with an egg to tide you over."

She didn't agree to anything or say anything extra. She just turned around, walked to the stove, added firewood, picked up the basin, and started kneading dough.

His movements remained slow, yet carried an unusual firmness.

The firelight reflected on her face, and the smile remained on her lips, so calm it sent chills down one's spine.

Xu Su remembers sitting right there at the time.

Watching her busy figure, a subtle smile unconsciously appeared on my lips.

At that moment, he knew he had it in the bag.

This mother has made up her mind to sacrifice for her son's future and happiness.

He could even imagine that it wouldn't be long before Liu's mother would "accidentally" pass away.

Once Liu Du loses his ties, he will willingly follow him away from this place.

Soon, a steaming bowl of egg noodles was placed in front of Xu Su, its aroma filling the small kitchen.

Mother Liu handed over the chopsticks, still smiling, "Eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Xu Su took the chopsticks, said "Thank you, Auntie," and lowered his head to eat his noodles.

The noodles were piping hot, but the taste was very homey, with the flavor of mother's cooking.

But when he ate it, he only felt the pleasure of his successful scheme, without a trace of guilt.

He knew perfectly well that the bowl of noodles was a promise Liu's mother had made to him, and also the path she had paved for her son's future—a path bought with her life.

So what is there to feel guilty about?

His willingness to help Du Ge'er is a blessing in his life.

Xu Su originally planned to use Du Ge'er and then discard him.

But the bowl of noodles from Liu's mother reminded him of the vague memory of his "mother".

He is willing to commit to this one thing.

I guarantee that Du Ge'er will be rich and prosperous for the rest of his life.

As for the rest, that's none of his business.

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Inside the house, Liu Du froze on the spot after seeing his mother's body.

Blood rushed to my head instantly, then turned ice-cold in the next second.

My mother's body lay quietly in the house.

"Mother!" Liu Du's voice broke instantly, filled with heart-wrenching cries, as she rushed over like a madwoman.

He knelt on the ground with a thud, his whole body trembling with pain, but he felt nothing at all.

His hands trembled as he carefully reached for his mother's body. The touch was icy cold and swollen from blisters; it was no longer the warm, rough hand that had always given her comfort.

"Mom, wake up! Don't scare me!"

He held his mother, his forehead pressed against her cold cheek, tears streaming down his face like broken beads.

"I was only gone for a little while, how did this happen to you? Are you upset that I didn't spend enough time with you?"

Liu Du felt as if countless knives were stabbing his heart, or as if something was blocking his throat, making it hard for him to breathe.

He called out "Mother" over and over again, his voice changing from a cry to a hoarse sob, until finally he couldn't even utter a complete syllable, only able to let out a mournful "woo-woo," his shoulders twitching violently, his whole body trembling.