Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable-Chapter 1128 - 1038: Raising a Younger Brother in the Future 15

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Chapter 1128: Chapter 1038: Raising a Younger Brother in the Future 15

Thinking of Qu Shuangshuang, Qu Chang’an couldn’t help but pause his hand that was flipping through the textbook. He raised his head and looked toward the sports field where Qu Shuangshuang was sweating and diligently cultivating as a martial artist.

Qu Chang’an’s eyes were filled with a complicated expression. Qu Chang’an, or rather, Mad Wolf, had truly mixed feelings about Qu Shuangshuang.

She was his mortal enemy; he ought to hate her to the bone, yet she was also the sister who now doted on him endlessly, so he couldn’t hate her.

The pain of having a cold blade inserted into his heart in his previous life, and the memories of being held warmly in her arms in this life, pulled at his heart.

One half felt as if it was trembling in ice water, while the other half was warm and instinctively attached.

Such intense dual emotions tugged back and forth in his heart, making Mad Wolf unable to love or hate Qu Shuangshuang, utterly at a loss as to how to face her.

From as far back as he could remember, Mad Wolf faced his parents’ beatings and neglect. At the age of six, his parents violated the safety zone’s rules, got into a fight, and killed someone.

In the safety zone, the punishment for fighting, especially when it involved murder, was severe, resulting in the death penalty.

Not willing to accept their fate, Mad Wolf’s parents fled the safety zone before the police arrived, becoming wanderers.

Unfortunately, these parents, who had always been cold and often abusive to Mad Wolf, surprisingly didn’t forget to take him with them when they fled the safety zone.

Just like that, Mad Wolf, who could have been adopted by the welfare agency in the safety zone and had a stable childhood even without parents, was left with no choice but to become a little wanderer alongside his parents.

Life as a wanderer was harsh, constantly facing all kinds of dangers, and the risk of losing one’s life was ever-present.

There were no children amongst wanderers; even kids quickly matured, for not growing up meant death.

Thus, Mad Wolf, who had become a wanderer, grew up rapidly, quickly shedding the carefree nature of childhood.

In fact, Mad Wolf’s childhood had nothing to do with being carefree, so he let go of it easily. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Later, when Mad Wolf’s parents died, life became even harder for him, still a child.

Though his parents hadn’t been good to him and even abused him, their presence had at least shielded him from others’ abuse.

Without parents now, in a community of wanderers devoid of compassion, no one took extra care of him, only isolating and bullying him more.

Mad Wolf survived in this dog-eat-dog band of wanderers by a sheer determination never to give up.

Mad Wolf learned all his martial arts skills through sheer effort, and once he grew up, he gathered some lone wanderers to be his followers. When he was strong enough, he wiped out the wanderer group that had previously bullied him, becoming a leader of a new team and earning the title of Mad Wolf.

Before this, Mad Wolf didn’t even have a name. His parents called him brat, later the wanderers called him little beast, little rascal. The only somewhat nice call was "hey," yet nothing resembling a real name.

Until his reckless fighting earned him the title of Mad Wolf, which carried with it the fear and disdain of those around him.

Mad Wolf knew that someone like him was doomed to a bad end, but he never expected to die at the hands of a young woman.

That battle was the toughest, most exhilarating fight of his life. Even as his heart was pierced, Mad Wolf was unwilling; he had struggled so long just to survive, yet in the end, he died.

Before dying, Mad Wolf carefully remembered the face of the person who killed him, then fell into endless darkness.

Mad Wolf thought he would never open his eyes again, but to his surprise, just after closing them, he reopened them and found himself a newborn baby.

At first, Mad Wolf didn’t understand his situation or realize he had been reincarnated. He just knew he was a baby, seemingly about to be sold by his uncle.

Mad Wolf didn’t mind; as long as he could live, or even be grateful, no matter how hard life would be, it was better than his previous life.

But soon enough, Mad Wolf noticed something was off because he saw the woman who killed him.

Although she had de-aged into a ten-year-old girl, he recognized her.

Some adults’ appearance changes drastically from their childhood, making it hard to recognize them, but for others, there’s little change, making them instantly recognizable.

Qu Shuangshuang was such a person whose face was only slightly more mature from her childhood, remaining mostly unchanged.

Especially since Mad Wolf had just been killed by her, he remembered Qu Shuangshuang’s face deeply; opening and closing his eyes was just a fleeting moment for him, he couldn’t forget her face.

Mad Wolf wasn’t sure what was happening, but he quickly calmed down, pretending to be a typical baby, showing nothing out of the ordinary.

After all, he was just a baby who couldn’t even roll over and couldn’t protect himself no matter what happened.

Mad Wolf watched helplessly as the woman who killed him, at ten years old, mercilessly had her uncle and aunt sent to the police station.

Selling relatives was a capital offense, equivalent to personally sending her relatives to their death without batting an eye or hesitating.

Mad Wolf became even more fearful and wary of this woman. He could only guess he might have gone back in time, reincarnated as this woman’s brother.

He learned her name was Qu Shuangshuang and received a name full of blessings and significance, Qu Chang’an.

Qu Shuangshuang treated him very well, excessively so, in a way he’d never experienced before, often confounding him in her gentle care, making him unconsciously want to lower his guard.

Yet Mad Wolf didn’t dare relax or rely on Qu Shuangshuang. He had died by her hand and had witnessed her ruthless coldness toward her uncle and aunt.