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

Xu Nanqiao carried the tray and walked towards a semi-open luxury booth deep in the hall.

Chen Su put down her wine glass, stood up naturally, straightened her uniform skirt, and followed Xu Nanqiao a few steps behind her, seemingly casually but not too close.

Four or five young people, all dressed in expensive clothes, sat in a booth, their posture relaxed, and the air was filled with the strong smell of alcohol and tobacco.

They were talking and laughing loudly, their voices sounding somewhat jarring against the backdrop of elegant music.

Just as Xu Nanqiao was about to walk past the edge of the booth, a foot wearing a shiny handmade leather shoe suddenly emerged from the shadows and abruptly blocked her path.

The action was swift and stealthy, clearly malicious and mocking.

"what!"

Xu Nanqiao's entire attention was focused on the road ahead and the tray in her hand. Caught off guard, she tripped hard on the road.

She gasped in surprise, staggered forward, and lost her balance, the tray in her hands shaking violently.

Everything happened in an instant.

"Splash—"

The bottle of red wine flew off the tray, spinning in mid-air as the dark red liquid splashed everywhere.

Several wine glasses followed closely behind, their walls colliding and producing a series of crisp cracking sounds.

Then came chaos.

The bottle hit the ground with a dull thud, but it didn't break. It bounced a few times on the marble floor before rolling to the side of the chair.

The red wine quickly seeped into the ground and spread.

Several wine glasses shattered into large and small shards, scattered in the wine, refracting tiny sparkles under the light.

Xu Nanqiao herself managed to brace herself against the wall with her right hand at the last moment, managing to steady herself and avoid falling.

But at this moment, her face was somewhat pale.

It wasn't because of the broken wine and glasses, but because of the entire bottle of wine she spilled—not just on the floor…

Most of the wine was spilled directly onto a man sitting on the outermost edge of the booth.

He was wearing a light gray suit jacket, the fabric of which looked expensive and the tailoring was excellent. Now, the front of the suit jacket was soaked through, and dark wine stains spread rapidly.

His white shirt collar was not spared either, with a few drops of dark red wine splattered on it, forming several conspicuous dots.

Xu Nanqiao was still holding the empty tray in her hands, her knuckles white from the force, and her body was trembling slightly.

Her gaze fell on the glaring wine stains on the light gray suit, then slowly moved upwards to meet the man's face.

That man's temper was written all over his face.

He had regular features, thick eyebrows, a square jaw, and slightly high cheekbones. He had the typical appearance of a middle-class elite around thirty years old who had achieved some success in his career.

But his expression at that moment was hardly friendly.

His brows were furrowed, with several vertical lines between them, and the corners of his mouth were turned down.

He glanced down at his ruined suit jacket, his lips twitched, and then spoke in a tone filled with suppressed anger:

"Look what the hell you've done!"

Xu Nanqiao's lips trembled, opening and closing repeatedly as she apologized, humbling herself: "I'm so sorry... sir, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to..."

She was somewhat incoherent, "Someone...someone tripped me..."

She subconsciously looked in the direction the foot had come from, but the culprit had already quickly retracted his foot and disappeared into the shadows of the booth, letting out a gloating sneer.

His companions also showed expressions of enjoying the spectacle.

Xu Nanqiao's heart sank.

"Someone? What?"

The man impatiently interrupted her, his cold gaze sweeping over her pale face and the waiter's uniform she was wearing. "I don't care if you did it on purpose or by accident, my clothes are ruined now."

"Do you know how much this coat costs?" he scoffed. "Armani haute couture. This one suit alone would cost you several years' worth of work. Can you afford to pay for it?"

Xu Nanqiao's lips turned even paler.

Her hands hung at her sides, tightly gripping the hem of her clothes.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a thin layer of mist had formed in her eyes, but she bit her lip to hold back the tears, only repeating over and over, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

The man seemed to derive some subtle satisfaction from her embarrassment.

He leaned back on the sofa, crossed his arms over his chest, crossed his legs, pointed to his chest, and said, "If you want, pay the full price. I won't try to rip you off. I'll show you the receipt."

"Or...?"

He paused, a smirk playing on his lips, and tapped the spilled wine on the floor with his toe. "You'll lick this up completely. Lick it clean, and that'll be the end of it. How about that? Fair enough?"

He spoke in a relaxed and cheerful tone, and the people sitting around in the booth all laughed when they heard him say that.

One of the women, with her long, wavy hair, covered her mouth with her hand, laughing so hard that her fingers trembled and sparkled under the light.

Compensation? She can't afford it.

Lick it clean? This is a blatant and utterly insulting act of trampling.

Xu Nanqiao's tears welled up instantly and rolled down her cheeks in large drops, mingling with the cold sweat on her face.

She bit her lower lip tightly, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind, but she couldn't utter a single word, only desperate sobs remained.

People around had noticed the commotion and cast curious, indifferent, or intrigued glances, but no one stepped forward.

Just in this suffocating moment of despair, a girl's clear and melodious voice broke through the frozen air.

"Sir."

Chen Su walked over from not far behind Xu Nanqiao and stopped slightly in front of her, not completely blocking her way, but her posture made her stance clear.

Under the dim light, Chen Su was slender and had a beautiful face. Her navy blue college uniform looked rather plain among the dark suits and evening gowns, but the school badge with a golden crown and olive branch was still clearly visible.

She slightly raised her head and looked at the man with a gloomy face. There was no particular expression on her face, only a kind of composure that she was trying hard to maintain.

Even upon closer inspection, one could notice that her fingers, hanging at her sides, had subtly curled, revealing a hint of tension.

"I will compensate for the losses caused by her...her mistake."

Chen Su took out a bank card from her handbag. It was a supplementary card that Chen Jianguo had opened when she enrolled in school. The credit limit wasn't the highest, but it was more than enough to cover the cost of a new dress.

She held it between two fingers and handed it towards the man.

"Excuse me... how much compensation do I need?"

Her movements were neither hurried nor slow, and her posture was not exactly elegant and composed, but there was absolutely no timidity or hesitation.

The feeling was more like that of a girl from a well-off family who hadn't seen much of the world, trying her best to imitate how adults handled things. Although she was a bit awkward, her sincerity and determination were evident.

The man was taken aback, clearly not expecting anyone to step forward.

His gaze moved from the bank card to Chen Su's face, then from her face to the school badge on her chest, pausing for a moment.

In the upper echelons of City A, everyone recognizes the symbol of the golden crown and olive branch.

Lansfield College.

His sharp gaze swept quickly over Chen Su.

That uniform itself is a label, representing that her family is either rich or powerful, or at least has a certain level of financial resources.

The girl was young, with a childlike face and a forced composure, but her family background must be quite impressive to have gotten into Lansfield.

At least, they weren't the kind of people he could vent his anger on and humiliate at will.

He couldn't figure out the details for a while.

He didn't care about the money; the clothes meant nothing to him. He also knew perfectly well that his companion had deliberately tripped him.

His outburst stemmed more from his anger at being splashed with wine in public, and... his tacit approval and indulgence of his mischievous companion's prank, as well as taking his anger out on this seemingly easy-to-bully waiter.

Humiliating a low-level waiter is sometimes a harmless pastime for people like them.

But at this moment, a female student with obvious connections stepped forward, which made the situation a bit complicated.

It's unwise and beneath one's dignity to get entangled in public with a little girl who might be the daughter of a wealthy family over such a trivial matter.

As for the person who caused the trouble?

They understood each other without saying a word, and no one would point it out.

"Never mind, never mind."

He waved his hand, his anger largely dissipated, replaced by a magnanimous indifference.

He stood up from the sofa, patted his suit jacket which was beyond repair, and said, "It's just a piece of clothing, not worth arguing with a young girl."

After saying that, he stopped looking at them, his face dark, and while wiping the wine stains on his chest with a tissue, he turned and walked towards the restroom.

The other people in the booth also looked away, lowering their heads to drink or offer each other cigarettes, as if nothing had happened.

The tense atmosphere in the room deflated quickly, like a punctured balloon, and returned to the relaxed, clinking-glasses atmosphere it had been in before.

The oppressive feeling suddenly disappeared.

Xu Nanqiao's legs went weak and she almost collapsed to the ground. She grabbed the back of the sofa next to her tightly to keep her balance.

She looked at Chen Su, her tears flowing even more fiercely, her eyes filled with utter gratitude.

"Thank you, thank you so much..." she choked up, her voice breaking.

She wanted to bow, but Chen Su gently raised her hand to steady her.

"No need." Chen Su shook her head, her tone flat. She turned her gaze to the supervisor who arrived late and looked nervous. "Hello, this place needs to be cleaned."

She didn't act like a benefactor, nor did she take the opportunity to say anything more to Xu Nanqiao, as if her intervention just now was a trivial matter.

Her attitude only made the still-shaken Xu Nanqiao even more grateful.

Xu Nanqiao wanted to say something more, but Chen Su nodded slightly to her, indicating that she could continue with her work. Then she turned around and walked back to her original bar counter position.

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On the second floor, inside the circular corridor, a VIP box separated by one-way glass, from which the interior cannot be seen from the outside, connects to a spacious open-air observation deck.

The view here is excellent, offering a panoramic view of most of the lobby downstairs, yet it maintains a high level of privacy.

No one noticed that a figure had been leaning there watching for a while.

Pei Fang had only come out for some fresh air, but the strong smell of cigars in the private room gave him a headache.

He nodded slightly.

Even in a place like Nirvana, where handsome men and beautiful women abound, this face has the potential to be unforgettable; the features are exceptionally outstanding.

He has high brow bones, deep-set eyes, and slightly elongated phoenix eyes. At this moment, his eyes are half-closed, and his gaze is lazy, yet it exudes an invisible sense of oppression.

He has a straight nose, thin lips, and a natural, slightly ambiguous smile at the corners of his mouth, as if he doesn't care much about anything.

He was wearing a black silk shirt with the collar casually open, revealing a small patch of his collarbone, and the cuffs rolled up to his elbows. He was holding a glass of whiskey on the rocks.

At this moment, he leaned lazily against the railing, looking down at the little farce unfolding below.

He witnessed everything, from the waiter tripping over the wall to the drinks spilling all over someone, to the gloomy man's aggressive humiliation.

In this circle, the humiliation of the weak is a daily occurrence, a form of entertainment.

It is a social etiquette that has been tacitly accepted and even beautified.

He was somewhat bored while watching.

Until the girl in the Lansfield College uniform came out.

His gaze lingered on the girl for a moment.

That face... looks familiar.

Where have I seen this before?

Pei Fang narrowed his eyes slightly, a casual scrutiny flashing in his long, narrow eyes.

The girl has a translucent, cool white complexion, clear and bright almond-shaped eyes, an oval face with smooth and soft lines, and an inherent gentle and aloof demeanor.

His voice stammered and trembled as he spoke, revealing a strong exterior but a weak interior.

She tried to remain calm on the surface, but a hint of nervousness betrayed her in her eyes, making her seem strangely familiar to him.

I'm searching my memory for that face.

They're not from their inner circle, so their family background probably isn't good enough.

But I must have seen him at school, maybe at some event, or maybe I just caught a glimpse of him on the street?

There are so many people in Lansfield, he can't possibly remember them all.

He took a sip of his drink, then his gaze returned to the girl.

She had already turned and walked towards the hall, her pace neither fast nor slow, her back cast a long, thin shadow under the corridor lights.

Her skirt swayed gently with her steps, and she was quiet and demure, looking rather well-behaved.

Pei Fang watched her disappear into the crowd in the hall, then turned his gaze away and finished the rest of the whiskey in his glass.

The ice cubes collided at the bottom of the glass, making a crisp "ding" sound.

"When did Lansfield get this guy?"

He muttered something to himself, his voice low and languid.

He straightened up, pulled his hand back from the railing, put it in his pocket, and turned to walk towards the private room.

Pei Fang pushed open the door, and the smell of cigars and alcohol immediately wafted out, along with the sounds of his friends chatting and laughing.

He sat back down on the sofa, someone poured him a new glass of wine, and someone asked him where he had been for so long.

He casually replied with "to get some fresh air" and moved on from the topic.