Quick Transmigration: I Was Cannon Fodder But Became the White Moonlight

After a short rest after the meal, Lu Yu habitually reached for his phone to arrange transportation and the rest of the itinerary.

Just as his fingertips touched the cool body of the machine, a hand gently pressed down on the back of his hand.

Lu Yu stopped moving and looked up at her.

"We..." Chen Su met his gaze, her eyes clear, with a hint of probing and a touch of insistence, "Could we... just be like ordinary tourists?"

She pursed her lips and continued, "Take a taxi. Once we get there, we can just wander around. If we see a shop that interests us, we can go in and sit down. No need to clear the place beforehand, and no need to..." She paused, her voice softening, "...arrange for so many people to accompany us. Is it alright just the two of us?"

Lu Yuze's gaze fell on her slightly cool fingers as she pressed the back of her hand, then slowly moved to her face.

A two-second silence fell between them.

Then, she saw Lu Yuze's fingertip move away from the screen, and then he turned off the screen and neatly put the phone back into his pocket.

"Okay," he agreed readily.

He stood up, his face expressionless, and simply said, "I'm going to change my clothes."

When he came out of the bedroom again, he had changed out of his overly formal and business-like clothes and was wearing a soft light gray linen shirt with matching casual trousers. The sharp aura of the Lu family head was softened, and he appeared more relaxed.

Although his innate uprightness and demeanor remain striking.

Chen Su tidied herself up quickly, changing into a comfortable light-colored T-shirt and jeans, with a thin brown knitted cardigan over them. She only applied some lip balm to her face, and her hair was loosely tied back, making her look clean and refreshing.

Lu Yu then came out, his gaze lingering on her for a moment, sweeping over her clean face and naturally pink lips. He didn't say anything, but simply walked naturally to the door, opened it, and stepped aside to let her pass first.

"Let's go."

There was no private black Maybach waiting at the door, no driver or assistant in a suit, and no pre-planned route or clearing arrangements.

Like countless ordinary couples or friends traveling together in this city, the two stood at the hotel entrance, waited for a few minutes, and then hailed a passing taxi.

The driver, a warm and talkative middle-aged man, glanced at them in the rearview mirror, sized them up, and then smiled and asked, "Are you two here for tourism? Is this your first time in S City?"

Lu Yu, sitting in the passenger seat, simply responded with a faint "hmm."

Chen Su sat in the back seat, quietly watching the street scenes rushing past the window, listening to the driver introduce S City's local delicacies, must-see attractions, and historical anecdotes in Mandarin with a local accent. Occasionally, when he heard something interesting, the corners of his mouth would curve slightly.

As the car gradually drove away from the modern commercial district, the scenery outside the window began to change.

Skyscrapers are left behind, replaced by serene, weathered arcade buildings with verdant ivy climbing their mottled brick walls. Narrow alleyways crisscross the landscape, and clothes drying in the breeze sway gently.

The sunlight was cut into tiny dappled spots by the lush old banyan trees on both sides of the road, dancing on the slightly bumpy asphalt road.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of freshly fried pastries, wafting from somewhere, mixed with the unique smell of damp wood and dust from the old houses, creating a distinctive and warm atmosphere of the old town.

They got off the car at the entrance of an old street paved with bluestone slabs, where motor vehicles were prohibited.

When I paid, the driver enthusiastically pointed in the direction: "Go in, those are all old shops, very charming!"

Stepping onto the bluestone path, time seems to slow down all at once.

Pedestrians strolled leisurely in twos and threes.

The street is narrow, lined with all sorts of small shops, none of which are large, but each has its own unique character.

There are time-honored shops with glass cabinets filled with crystal-clear traditional pastries, handicraft shops with bamboo baskets, lanterns, and cricket cages hanging everywhere, and old bookstores piled high with yellowed old books, newspapers, and comic books.

There were also a few teahouses with old-fashioned signs and half-closed wooden doors, from which the faint sound of a pipa could be heard.

Chen Su's gaze was immediately drawn to a stall not far away.

The stall owner was a sprightly old man with gray hair.

A shiny copper coin sat before him, and a small stove beside him warmed golden syrup, filling the air with a sweet, caramelized aroma.

The master craftsman skillfully twisted his wrist, the syrup flowing like silk, and in the blink of an eye, he sketched lifelike patterns of butterflies, golden dragons, and phoenixes on the whiteboard, attracting several children to watch in amazement.

That's sugar painting.

As Chen Su watched, a childlike curiosity and amazement flickered in her eyes, and her steps unconsciously slowed down.

Lu Yu followed her gaze, then turned his head to look at her focused profile. The corners of his mouth curved upwards, and a faint gentleness flashed in his eyes.

"Do you like it?" he asked, his voice low.

Before Chen Su could answer, he had already naturally taken her hand.

The movements were fluid.

He led her to the sugar painting stall.

"Master, I'd like one," he said to the stall owner.

The stall owner looked up, smiling, and asked, "What kind of design do you want? Dragons, phoenixes, little rabbits, roosters—we can draw anything!"

Lu Yu then turned to look at Chen Su, leaving the choice entirely to her.

Chen Su frowned slightly, thought seriously for a moment, pointed to a finished, adorable cat sugar painting sample next to her, and asked expectantly, "Can I have a cat one?"

"Alright! Kitten, lucky and cute!"

The stall owner smiled and agreed, and the small copper spoon in his hand started moving again.

Chen Su stared intently at his movements, watching as the golden sugar threads seemed to come alive under his hands, meandering and flowing, gradually gathering into a round head, pointed ears, and a lively tail...

Finally, secure it firmly with a bamboo skewer, and a lifelike, crystal-clear sugar painting of a kitten is complete.

"Here you go, miss, take this!" The stall owner handed over the sugar painting.

Chen Su took the sugar painting with bright eyes, looking at the kitten in the sunlight with admiration and joy.

Lu Yu paid the money, an amount far exceeding the value of the sugar painting itself, and the stall owner thanked him repeatedly.

Chen Su carefully held the cat-shaped sugar painting, reluctant to eat it immediately, and just held it in her hand to look at it.

Lu Yu then took her hand again, and the two continued to walk slowly forward side by side along the bluestone path.

The road wasn't wide, and sometimes pedestrians would walk towards them, or cyclists would ring their bells as they passed by. Lu Yu would then naturally raise his hand, lightly put his arm around her shoulder, and pull her closer to him to avoid any potential collisions.

The movements were practiced and natural, as if they had done them a thousand times.

They casually walked into a teahouse that didn't have many customers and looked quite old.

The wooden tables and chairs have been worn smooth and shiny by the years, and several ink paintings with profound artistic conception hang on the wall.

The air was filled with the aroma of aged tea leaves and sandalwood, while the soothing sounds of traditional Jiangnan silk and bamboo music drifted in and out.

The two chose a quiet spot by the window, where a large, leafy old locust tree stood directly in front of them. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting shimmering shadows on the wooden table.

The waiter came over and handed over the tea menu.

Chen Su ordered a pot of jasmine tea, while Lu Yu only ordered a cup of pre-Qingming Longjing tea.

Tea and a few simple snacks were served quickly.

A white porcelain teapot, celadon cups and saucers, a dish of salt and pepper melon seeds, and a dish of osmanthus-flavored lotus root are arranged on a small bamboo tray, simple yet refreshing.

Chen Su picked up the warm teacup, feeling the delicate and smooth texture of the porcelain with her fingertips. The fragrance of jasmine rose with the steam, wafting onto her face, gentle and peaceful.

She sipped her tea slowly, her gaze occasionally sweeping across the slowly moving street scene outside the window, and then over Lu Yuze, who was quietly drinking tea across the street. Suddenly, she felt that everything in front of her was so beautiful that it seemed unreal.

Just a few days ago, she was like a frightened bird, hiding in some corner of the city, filled with despair, fear and the thought of escaping, even breathing felt heavy.

Now, she is sitting in this old teahouse filled with the aroma of tea with the man she once most wanted to escape from and most feared, sharing a leisurely and peaceful afternoon.

There were no questions, no control, only the slow passage of time in the old city outside the window, and the subtly flowing, peaceful atmosphere inside.

She raised her eyes, then involuntarily looked at Lu Yuze across from her.

He was tilting his head slightly, his gaze fixed on a certain direction outside the window, seemingly looking at the old locust tree, or perhaps simply letting his mind wander.

The lines of her profile appeared exceptionally clear and sharp in the soft afternoon light, with a straight nose, slightly pursed thin lips, and a tight jawline.

His fingers gently caressed the smooth rim of the celadon cup, the movement light and with a rare, contemplative relaxation.

Having shed his ruthless decisiveness in the business world and restrained the suffocating dominance and control he displayed in his private life, he now sat quietly by the teahouse window, looking rather... ordinary.

Even beneath that usual composure, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible peace that belonged to this leisurely afternoon.

Seemingly noticing her gaze, Lu Yu turned around and his eyes met hers precisely.