My Son is a Reborn Villain

Extra 03

“Hey! Wake up, stop pretending to be asleep!”

“Wake up!”

Wenwen was awakened by the cold, or more precisely, by the pain that made his entire body uncomfortable. He sat up dizzily, clutching his head. Seeing that the person on the ground had woken up, a child dressed in patched clothes and filthy all over quickly withdrew his foot from kicking and then said maliciously, “I knew you were faking it. Let me tell you Chi Wen, from now on, obediently hand over your steamed bun to me, or I’ll beat you, got it?”

Wenwen felt pain everywhere. His head ached, he was dizzy and nauseous with hunger, weak and aching all over, and cold. And to top it off, there was a loud, annoying noise babbling in his ear. “Shut up!” Wenwen impatiently scolded.

To his shock, the voice that came out was soft and very childish. Wenwen was stunned for a moment. Since he started growing up, the childishness in his voice had gradually faded, becoming clearer and more vibrant, characteristic of a preteen. This voice… should be when he was still a toddler, but why?

The child beside him, hearing the scolding from the ground, immediately kicked over, “You little brat, tired of living, daring to be fierce with me? I’ll show you…”

“Chi Daqian, are you bullying smaller kids again!” An adult’s voice came over, and the kid named Chi Daqian quickly withdrew his foot and then hurriedly ran away before the adult arrived.

Chi Daqian? It took Wenwen a while to retrieve this name from his dazed mind. Soon after, a short but stout woman came over, cursing and swearing, “Hurry up, what are you lying on the ground for? Want to dirty your clothes and change them? Do you have any to change?”

“Chi Wen! She’s talking to you, get up now!”

Chi Wen? Wenwen lifted his head and saw a somewhat familiar face. It took him a while to dig into his old memory; this woman was the director of his old orphanage, Mother Mo. Wenwen’s face suddenly changed. He turned his head and looked around. What he saw was a dilapidated and desolate courtyard, and he was sitting on the filthy ground.

This… is this the orphanage? Has he been reborn again?

Wenwen looked down at his own hands, black and scrawny like chicken claws. Had he been reborn back to his time in the orphanage? What about his mother? Where was she? Was she still alive?

Wenwen panicked. Then he was roughly pulled up, “You little rascal, do you want to die? Not responding when called!”

Wenwen looked up, his unusually large eyes filled with tears.

Mother Mo wanted to continue scolding, but in the end, she didn’t lay a hand on him and just walked away, cursing, “Crying, crying, do you think crying will get you candy…”

Left alone, Wenwen calmed down after a while. Maybe his mother hadn’t had her accident yet. He needed to stay calm and think of a way to leave the orphanage to find his parents.

Wenwen wiped his tears, leaving even dirtier marks on his face. He touched his stomach, so hungry that he didn’t even feel it anymore. First of all, he needed to understand his current situation.

Dragging his aching and weak body, Wenwen headed inside. After his reborn, he had been pampered, where a small cut would have a crowd fussing over him. Now, his whole body ached, but there was no one to feel sorry for him, making him feel even more aggrieved, nearly bringing him to tears again.