Rebirth Of A Cannon Fodder From A Novel CHAPTER 129

Chapter 129

Edited and Proofread by KitKat

Mo Di used to think that the world was unfair. 

But as time passed and events unfolded, he believed that there was a balance to everything.

His life was once filled with bitterness and hardships that he had to do anything to survive but now, it was filled with happiness that every breath was like breathing in honey.

He had good friends, a successful career, a goal, and most importantly, the most amazing lover in the world.

Mu Tian Heng understood him, doted on him, cared for him, and loved him more than himself. Of course Mo Di also felt the same.

And loving someone else more than yourself doesn’t mean that they’ll love themselves any less. They both treasured their friends, career and also their health. 

And being in the pink of health had become particularly important to Mu Tian Heng because he was eleven years older than Mo Di, an age gap that was quite large. Once he reached forty, Mu Tian Heng had developed a new hobby – health management.

A good appearance could allow him to stand next to Mo Di and chase away suitors but a healthy body would allow him to accompany his little one as long as he can. He hoped that even when he was seventy, eighty, or even a hundred years old, he was still strong enough to protect his beloved.

In fact, he wanted to live a little longer than his Mo Di, just a little bit longer was enough…

That way, he could watch over his Mo Di till the very last second and not let him suffer any loss and sadness.

…

When Mo Di turned thirty-one, Di Yi Mu had become the third largest enterprise in the world. Mo Di’s assets had also soared, placing him only behind Mu Tian Heng as the world’s second richest. 

Mu Tian Heng was very proud of him and sent out bonuses to employees of both their companies. 

On the other hand, Mo Di may seem modest but he secretly made it his goal to surpass Mu Tian Heng one day. Mu Tian Heng made it to the top of the list at thirty-six and Mo Di was determined to get there at a younger age.

Compared to them, Lai De Si and Song Yu led a more simple life. 

Lai De Si proposed to Song Yu at thirty-two and they were married when he was thirty-three. Since then, he had put aside his high-earning career to devotedly serve his partner. He no longer slept in and would wake up at five-thirty sharp to prepare breakfast, making sure that Song Yu would have a hearty meal every day. 

With practice comes mastery, eventually, Lai De Si had become quite an outstanding chef. Every month, the pair would visit Mu Tian Heng and Mo Di and when Song Yu gave Mo Di a serving of dessert that Lai De Si made, Mo Di was in quite a shock!

He became increasingly suspicious that the Lai De Si in front of him who obeyed Song Yu’s every word was actually a … shou?

Mo Di was incredibly baffled until he happened to see Lai De Si pinning Song Yu down on the grass in his backyard, licking and kissing him like a big Tibetan Mastiff…

Poor Uncle Song, it must not be easy when your gong is a silly Tibetan Mastiff.

…..

Mo Di and Mu Tian Heng lived until the end of the twenty-first century.

Crowned as the two most influential entrepreneurs in the world, they have become a role model for many to follow. They have become such illustrious figures that young people might not know who the president of a particular country was but they will know Mu Tian Heng and Mo Di’s name. This was because apart from being successful businessmen, they were also well-respected philanthropists. 

They have begun their charity work after their marriage. And the more they earned, the more they would give. Their donation helped to build schools, hospitals, libraries, and many more public facilities across the globe. Countless people of all nationalities were aided by the Mu Mo Charity Foundation, not to mention those who had benefited from the public buildings like stadiums and libraries that the foundation had constructed.

Even after the two had passed on, all their assets were donated to the Mu Mo Charity Foundation so it could continue to help as many people as it could.

Mu Tian Heng and Mo Di died on the same day. It was said that after Mo Di’s heart had stopped beating, Mu Tian Heng laid in the same bed and held Mo Di’s hand and in less than an hour, he drew his last breath.

That night, the areas that had been touched by the Mu Mo Charity Foundation all put up a flag to mourn their passing. All over the web and every media outlet across the globe had reported this sad news and billions sincerely mourned their deaths.

But what they did not know was that Mo Di… he had opened his eyes in another world.

…..

Mo Di could vividly remember that the moment he died, his vitality and strength were pulled from his body. He tried to reach for Mu Tian Heng but his fingers did not budge. He wanted to speak but his voice didn’t come out. Other than feeling Mu Tian Heng’s embrace and the tears that fell on his cheek, there was nothing else he could do.

Just like that, he laid and listened to Mu Tian Heng calling out to him. He called him his little one, his darling, and asked him not to sleep…

At this point, Mo Di couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed, his last strength was probably wasted on him blushing. Upon his death, he was already ninety years old. The older he got, the more embarrassed he was being called by Mu Tian Heng as his baby or little one. But his brother would still insist on addressing him as such. Even in death, Mo Di could still feel his goosebumps coming out.

But Mo Di was still unwilling to part with this voice calling him ‘little one’, unwilling to part with the man who would forever treat him as a kid, unwilling to part with his brother…

…..

“Wah!”

A cry pierced the silence. 

The sound was getting louder, causing Mo Di a slight discomfort. 

Why is there a baby crying here? How did it get to his house and keep crying like this? 

Where’s his brother? Why would he let a baby come into their bedroom?

But in the next second, Mo Di felt a choking sensation and before he could ponder how a dead person could choke, a bright light flashed.

Mo Di realized: he could actually open his eyes!

And in front of him was the face of an old woman he was not familiar with. She looked at him and her eyes turned red. She smiled and exclaimed, “Thank goodness, thank goodness…”

Mo Di was still in a daze with befuddlement. He moved his hand to wipe his eyes… 

A hand that could only belong to a three-year-old at most!

“Wu ah!”

Mo Di was shocked and almost wanted to cry.

What the hell is going on?!

At this time, a middle-aged woman came in. She looked at him and smiled, “Mother Wen, this child is really fortunate. I thought he couldn’t be saved, to think he had opened his eyes.”

“Hai…” Mother Wen sighed, “It’s because we’re so poor that we couldn’t send him to a hospital. He could only fight for his life on his own.”

“Mother Wen, you shouldn’t blame yourself. There are tens of children here and they’re all cared for by you. When this child was discovered on the roadside, he was already in a fatal condition. You shouldn’t think too much.”

“…”

Mo Di listened to their conversation and finally understood the situation he was in. This was probably one of those cases like in the movies and novels, transmigration was it? 

And apparently, he had transmigrated into the body of a kid from the orphanage!

But what about his brother? What happened to his brother?! Where is he right now?!

Mo Di began to panic. He clenched his fists and two large droplets of tears formed in his eyes, “Brother, brother, brother…”

“Hey, he’s talking!” the middle-aged woman looked at Mo Di and smiled, “He’s calling for his brother.”

“Maybe this child has a brother.” Mother Wen had a sad look on her face. After saying that, she could hear a rapid knocking coming from the door.

“Teacher Zhao, Teacher Zhao, Mu Tian is fighting again! He’s fighting again!”

“What happened?” 

The middle-aged woman went to open the door. 

At the door stood several kids and a man. The man was holding the back of the collar of a boy of eight or nine. 

“Mr. Li, did Mu Tian fight again?”

“This kid’s simply unruly. You ladies deal with him, I’m only a volunteer and I’ll be leaving tomorrow anyway.” The man pushed the boy into the room and turned to leave with the other kids.

The boy seemed to be in bad shape, one push and he had fallen to the ground. 

When Mu Tian Heng fully gained consciousness, he found that he was facing the ground as though he just had a hard fall.

In fact, he was aware of being dragged about by the man but his body was still unresponsive. Only now was he fully awake.

Mother Wen saw that Mu Tian had fallen and anxiously ran to him, “Mu Tian, are you injured?”

Mu Tian Heng shook his head without much thought.

Seeing the boy shake his head, Mother Wen was relieved, “Why were you fighting again? Didn’t you promise me you wouldn’t fight anymore?”

Mu Tian Heng kept his head down and did not speak.

Does this mean that he had transmigrated? But his heart was heavy and there was no joy even when he was given a second life.

His little one is not here. What is the point of living this life?

But in the next second, Mu Tian Heng heard a sticky little voice calling out ‘brother’. 

There was a sense of familiarity close to his heart in that tone.

Just like the way his little one would call him, it was short and concise but carried a sweetness that would make his heart melt.

Mu Tian Heng raised his head.

In front of him was a woman with a three-year-old baby boy in her arms. The baby looked just like a super mini version of his Mo Di with his beautiful black eyes and long eyelashes. When the baby saw him, he cried even harder and reached desperately for him with his short stubby arms. The little voice repeatedly called out to him, “Brother… Brother!”

Mu Tian Heng was stunned for a moment. His eyes were red and his heart almost stopped.

He quickly ran up and carefully grabbed baby Mo Di from Mother Wen and embraced him. 

“Brother is here, brother is here…”

“My little one, don’t be scared. You’ll never have to be scared.”

THE END

The author has something to say:

This final world is the real world that Mo Liu Gui came from. For equilibrium, since Mo Liu Gui was smuggled in, the world conscious had sneaked Mo Di out. In addition, because the Mu Mo Charity Foundation had helped countless lives, the good wishes collected were powerful enough for the world conscious to send the old beast to this world for them to be united and have a happy life!

The translator has something to say: 

Thank you so much for following through this novel with me to the end. I sincerely mean it when I say you readers are the reason I can complete this translation project. To those who were there from the beginning of my blog, your comments really motivated me to not give up on this hobby! Special thanks to the author and my dear editor KitKat, who had really helped improve the quality of the translation. Hope to see you in my other projects too but if not, thank you again and have a great life!

KitKat: All aboard our next ship!(o´▽’o)ﾉ