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

The charity gala arrived as scheduled over the weekend.

When the news reached Chen Su's parents, Chen Jianguo was so happy to learn that Pei Yue, the eldest daughter of the Pei family, had personally invited their daughter to attend that he paced around the living room several times.

The couple were overjoyed, as if they had seen a glimmer of hope for upward social mobility.

They showed their utmost sincerity, spending a lot of money to equip Chen Su with various outfits, from dresses and jewelry to shoes and handbags, carefully considering each item and putting in even more effort than she did herself.

Chen Su was styled by the stylist from the afternoon until evening.

Her hair was carefully styled into a bun, revealing her fair and slender neck and defined collarbone.

The person in the mirror was wearing a white satin dress, simple yet exquisite, without any complicated decorations, only gently gathered at the waistline, the silk fabric draped smoothly, outlining a slender waist.

She wore light makeup, emphasizing her almond-shaped eyes to make them appear even clearer and brighter.

Chen Su's eyes are beautiful, the most striking feature of her face. However, she is rather thin and has a small frame, which makes her look weak and frail.

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In the evening, Uncle Zhou came to pick her up in his Porsche.

The car drove smoothly out of the city and headed towards the Pei family's private estate on the outskirts of the city.

The estate was larger than she had imagined.

As dusk settled, the lights in the manor illuminated the entire night sky.

The plane trees lining both sides of the driveway were neatly trimmed, and the constantly flashing landscape lights extended all the way to the front of the main house.

The main house is a European-style building with tall columns. Various luxury cars are parked in front of the door, and uniformed waiters move among them, leading guests inside.

The banquet hall was even more extravagant, with melodious string music flowing in the air. Men and women dressed in fine clothes held champagne, chatting and laughing in hushed tones. The lights were dazzling, and glasses clinked.

Charity dinners for the wealthy are all about networking and the flow of resources, not charity.

Tonight, prominent figures of the younger generation such as Pei Fang and Fu Dongheng were naturally present, along with many political and business celebrities who frequently appear in financial magazines or news reports.

The Pei family's influence as the organizer is evident.

Led by a waitress, Chen Su walked through the noisy crowd and headed to a relatively quiet private lounge on the second floor.

A gentle knock came from the door, and Pei Yue's voice came from inside: "Come in."

Push the door open and enter.

The lounge is spacious and luxurious, decorated with antique furniture and valuable works of art.

Pei Yue was sitting on the velvet sofa in the center, wearing a gold-plated strapless fishtail dress adorned with fine sequins.

Her chestnut-brown hair was styled into elegant large curls and cascaded over her shoulders. She wore a small, sparkling diamond crown that shone brightly under the lights, making her look like a proud and beautiful princess pampered in a castle.

Pei Yue was sitting on the sofa fiddling with her phone when she heard the noise. She looked up and her gaze slowly swept over Chen Su.

From her hair piled up in a bun, to the white skirt, and then to the hands clasped nervously in front of her.

She smiled slightly and commented, "At least you're dressed presentably now."

Chen Su lowered her eyes, gave a gentle smile, and did not reply.

Pei Yue stopped looking at her and returned her gaze to her phone screen, her slender fingers swiping across it as she looked at something.

After a moment, she spoke slowly and casually, without even lifting her eyelids: "After the show starts, I have to go out and socialize a bit. You keep an eye on Dongheng for me..."

"Where he went, who he talked to, and especially... whether any clueless women went near him, you must observe carefully and tell me everything afterwards."

Chen Su's heart stirred slightly.

The original world's storyline resurfaced from the depths of memory.

Fu Dongheng comforted the weeping Xu Nanqiao in the backyard of the banquet...

Chen Su told Pei Yue about this after witnessing it herself.

When the news reached Pei Yue's ears, she was furious.

What followed was that Xu Nanqiao was targeted and bullied, and gradually drawn into Pei Fang and Fu Dongheng's world.

Chen Su's expression remained unchanged; she simply nodded, her voice soft and obedient: "I understand, Sister Yueyue."

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The banquet officially began, and the atmosphere in the hall gradually warmed up.

Amidst the fragrance of fine clothes and the clinking of glasses, a string orchestra plays a soothing melody.

Pei Yue was led by the elders of the Pei family to a social event. She linked arms with her father, smiling politely yet proudly as she moved among the well-known figures.

Chen Su did not follow.

She held a glass of champagne, dressed in a simple white dress, and sat quietly in the corner of the lobby, her presence barely noticeable.

I didn't find it boring at all.

In such situations, sitting in a corner allows you to see people more clearly.

Her gaze swept across the other side of the hall, and she saw Pei Fang.

He wasn't with the elders, but was surrounded by several boys of similar age.

Those boys were all of excellent appearance and demeanor, clearly friends from the same circle.

Pei Fang sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his back lazily leaning against the cushions, one hand casually resting on the armrest, the other holding his phone, his thumb idly swiping the screen.

The people next to him were talking to him, and he would occasionally reply with a word, or just twitch the corner of his mouth.

There were also many young and beautiful girls gathered around them, some holding wine glasses, some smiling and fixing their hair, but their eyes kept glancing at him.

Chen Su looked away and didn't look at him anymore.

About half an hour into the banquet, a small commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance.

Several guests who were talking looked in that direction at the same time, and someone whispered, "The Fu family's son has arrived."

It was Fu Dongheng.

He seemed to have rushed over after finishing his business, and he still carried a hint of the fresh, cool air from outside.

The perfectly tailored dark suit was impeccably tailored, and the gaze behind the gold-rimmed glasses was gentle and calm.

He walked straight to the main seat where the elders of the Pei family were seated, bowed slightly in greeting, and spoke with impeccable manners and etiquette.

He was immediately surrounded by a tidal wave of people who rushed forward to exchange pleasantries.

Political and business elites, elders of prominent families, outstanding individuals of his age... He stood at the center, a perfectly measured warm smile on his lips, handling the situation with ease and speaking with refined elegance.

Pei Fang saw him from afar, but didn't get up. He simply raised his chin across the crowd and slightly raised his eyebrows as a greeting.

Pei Yue, who was talking with a lady, kept glancing at the door from the corner of her eye. When she saw Fu Dongheng appear, her eyes lit up noticeably.

She quickly adjusted her breathing, suppressing her excitement and trying to maintain a reserved and proper smile. However, the occasional glances she gave towards Fu Dongheng betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

Chen Su's gaze also fell on Fu Dongheng.

Seeing him, she knew that the task Pei Yue had assigned tonight had officially begun.

She picked up the champagne glass, the amber liquid flowing slowly, her fingertips gently caressing the stem, taking small sips, the slightly astringent bubbles bursting on her tongue.

Her gaze, however, drifted past the rim of the cup and landed on Fu Dongheng almost imperceptibly.

As the banquet reached its climax, the charity auction began, drawing everyone's attention to the stage.

Fu Dongheng whispered a few words to a refined-looking middle-aged man beside him.

He then nodded slightly, turned around, and walked calmly toward the back door on the side of the banquet hall.

Chen Su's gaze narrowed slightly, but she did not make a move immediately.

She picked up her glass, slowly drank the remaining champagne, then gently put down the empty glass, straightened her skirt, and, using the movement of several guests as cover, quietly got up and followed Fu Dongheng towards the back door where he had disappeared.

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Unlike the brightly lit and bustling front hall, the back hall area leading to the garden is much quieter, with dim and soft lighting, except for a few wall lamps emitting a hazy glow.

The veranda connects to a European-style viewing terrace and a small, meticulously maintained rose garden, where the night breeze carries the fresh scent of plants.

Xu Nanqiao's work area tonight was the back hall and kitchen, and she was not scheduled to appear in the front hall.

She was young, inexperienced, and a novice who had only come to help temporarily, so she was inevitably criticized and made difficult by a senior manager.

Not only that, but all the dirty and tiring work, from setting the table to cleaning up clutter, was pushed onto her.

She had just been scolded again on some pretext. Feeling wronged and exhausted from the past few days, she finally couldn't hold back when she was sent to the back hall to clean the garden corridor. With no one around, she squatted down next to a tall Roman column, buried her face in her arms, and let out soft sobs as her shoulders trembled slightly.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind them.

Xu Nanqiao hurriedly turned around, and through her teary eyes she saw a very tall and slender figure standing a few steps away.

Fu Dongheng clearly hadn't expected anyone to be in the shadows of the garden at this time, and his steps faltered slightly.

The dim light under the corridor outlined his superior profile, and his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses lingered on Xu Nanqiao's red, swollen, and moist eyes for a few seconds.

He didn't ask her why she was crying; he simply raised his hand and took out a neatly folded, clean, white handkerchief from the inside pocket of his suit.

Her long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles held the soft fabric and handed it over.

"Wipe it off," he said.

Xu Nanqiao was stunned, looking up at him with tearful eyes, seemingly still unable to process this sudden act of care.

She looked at the clean handkerchief in front of her, then at Fu Dongheng's calm and gentle face. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly reached out and carefully took it.

"Thank you... thank you."

Not far away, behind another Roman column, Chen Su held his breath, his body perfectly hidden in the shadow of the column, peeking out slightly to take in everything.

Just then, the foreman's urgent call came from the back hall: "Nan Qiao! Xu Nan Qiao! Where are you hiding to slack off? Come here right now!"

Xu Nanqiao glanced at Fu Dongheng hastily, nodded, and without saying anything, hurriedly turned around and ran towards the direction of the call.

The corner of the garden returned to silence, leaving only Fu Dongheng alone.

He did not leave immediately, but remained standing in the same spot, gazing thoughtfully in the direction where Xu Nanqiao had disappeared.

Moonlight fell on Fu Dongheng's half-lit, half-shadowed profile.

However, the next second, without warning, he suddenly turned his head and looked directly at the Roman column where Chen Su was hiding.

Chen Su's heart tightened suddenly, and she quickly shrank back.

But the unhurried footsteps continued to approach her, step by step.