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

The footsteps were just inches away.

Fu Dongheng slowly approached and finally stopped in front of the Roman column.

His tall figure blocked some of the flowing moonlight, casting a shadow that slanted across the pillar and the ground.

Chen Su knew that he had been exposed, and that continuing to hide would only make the situation more awkward and make him appear more guilty.

She took a deep breath, her fingertips unconsciously curling up against the cold stone wall behind her, then slowly relaxing.

Then, she slowly and gradually moved out from behind the Roman column.

The dim yellow wall lamp in the corridor enveloped her, completely exposing her to Fu Dongheng's calm gaze.

The white satin dress shimmered like flowing pearls in the soft light as she moved, clinging to her slender figure and making her skin appear even whiter.

Her eyes were lowered, her eyelashes casting two small, light shadows on her cheeks, trembling slightly.

Silence spread between the two.

The distant music from the banquet drifted faintly, as if through a thick layer of glass; nearby, only the summer night breeze rustled through the leaves.

Chen Su could clearly feel Fu Dongheng's gaze on her.

That gaze wasn't sharp, but it possessed a penetrating calmness, carrying an invisible pressure that left no one able to hide.

He was waiting, waiting for her to speak first, waiting for her to give an explanation.

As if after a brief struggle, Chen Su mustered her courage and finally raised her eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is the front of Fu Dongheng's suit, where a simple platinum diamond lapel pin is pinned, understated yet luxurious.

Then her gaze slowly moved upwards, passing over his meticulously tied bow tie, his sharply defined jawline, and finally meeting his eyes behind his glasses.

Eyes facing each other.

Chen Su's eyes widened slightly for a moment, clearly reflecting Fu Dongheng's face in her pupils, before she quickly lowered them again, avoiding direct eye contact.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but the words stuck in his throat.

Fu Dongheng took in her reaction.

He didn't urge her, but simply looked at her quietly for two seconds, then his gentle voice slowly rose in the night, revealing no emotion:

"Chen Su?"

He pronounced her name accurately.

Chen Su's eyelashes trembled slightly.

He remembered her.

Whether it was his intervention during the conflict with Cheng Yi in the stairwell, or the silent figure behind Pei Yue... he remembered.

She nodded, her voice slightly tense: "Yes... President."

"Why are you here all alone?" Fu Dongheng asked casually. "The banquet in the front hall seems to still be going on."

The question sounded casual and natural, like a responsible student council president looking after a student who had left the room alone.

But Chen Su knew it wasn't true.

He saw her hiding behind the pillar, and he saw her witness the moment he handed her the handkerchief.

He was asking far more questions than the question itself.

"I..." Chen Su's voice was even lower, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt hanging by her side, the soft silk creating tiny wrinkles that betrayed her inner tension: "It's a bit stuffy in there, and the music is a bit loud, so I... came out for some fresh air."

Fu Dongheng listened quietly, neither immediately expressing belief nor showing any doubt.

His gaze lingered on her slender fingers for half a second; the fingertips were slightly white from the pressure.

Then, his gaze returned to her face.

"Breathable?" He repeated the two words, but the last syllable was drawn out slightly, bringing an indescribable pressure.

He didn't turn his head, but his gaze seemed to casually sweep over the spot where Xu Nanqiao had been sobbing, as well as the direction where he had handed over the handkerchief, with a hint of something.

"The view from here is quite good."

Chen Su's heart skipped a beat.

They've come to test her.

He knew she had seen it, and she couldn't act completely oblivious—that would be too fake—nor could she panic—that would be an admission of guilt.

Her head drooped even lower, and a wisp of hair slipped down her cheek, lying softly against her face.

After a moment of silence, she spoke, her voice carrying just the right amount of embarrassment and unease, halting as she said:

"I...I didn't mean to peek...President, I'm sorry."

She apologized first, adopting a very humble attitude.

"I just... happened to walk by here and saw..." She paused, seemingly choosing her words carefully, and finally only vaguely mentioned, "...saw you...talking with that waiter..."

There was no inquiry or curiosity in his tone.

"I wanted to leave right away, but..." She bit her lower lip, leaving a slight tooth mark on her pale pink lips. Her voice was soft and urgent, tinged with a hint of panic, "But you came over... I didn't know what to do, so, so..."

I instinctively hid.

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was clear enough.

Fu Dongheng looked at her quietly.

Those eyes, which were always gentle and smiling, now appeared exceptionally deep behind the lenses. The surface was calm and undisturbed, but the depths beneath were indistinct.

He gave a soft "hmm".

This was a way of indicating that he had heard her explanation and would not pursue the matter further.

The night breeze wafted through the colonnades, carrying the richer fragrance of the distant rose garden, and stirred the hem of her skirt.

His gaze returned to Chen Su, and he looked her up and down.

The gaze wasn't intimate, but rather carried the scrutinizing quality of someone long accustomed to a superior position.

Seeing her largely exposed in the night wind, her fair and delicate shoulders and neck had beautiful lines, yet appeared fragile and vulnerable.

Finally, he said softly, "It's chilly at night, Chen Su, you should go back to the front hall soon."

"If I stay away for too long, Pei Yue might worry."

"Okay... thank you for your concern, President," Chen Su replied softly.

Then she stopped and started walking back the way she came, heading towards the brightly lit front hall where music could be faintly heard.

The hem of her white dress swayed gently as her figure gradually disappeared into the shadows connecting the front and back halls.

Fu Dongheng stood alone under the corridor until her figure completely disappeared before he slowly withdrew his gaze.

The garden was filled with the chirping of insects. He stood there for a moment before turning around and walking down another path.

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Chen Su returned along the same route. As soon as she stepped into the side door of the banquet hall, the clamor and warm fragrance enveloped her like a tide, as if it were a completely different world from the cold and quiet garden corridor she had just been in.

It made her momentarily dazed.

She composed herself, her gaze calmly sweeping over the still enthusiastic crowd of people clinking glasses, before walking towards the corner of the rest area where she had been standing.

She had just sat down on the soft sofa chair and hadn't even had a chance to lean back against the cushions when her phone in her handbag suddenly vibrated.

The words "Pei Yue" were displayed on the screen.

Chen Su paused for a moment, then swiped to answer the call, held the phone to her ear, and said, "Hello, Sister Yueyue."

Pei Yue's voice came through the phone immediately, carrying a hint of fatigue from just finishing a social engagement.

But more than anything, it was a kind of impatient eagerness to grasp all the information, and displeasure at her brief loss of contact: "Chen Su? Where have you been? I haven't seen you for ages."

Chen Su could imagine Pei Yue's appearance at this moment, probably with her carefully drawn eyebrows furrowed and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes impatiently scanning the surrounding crowd.

She lowered her voice, her tone slightly apologetic: "Sorry, Sister Yueyue, I felt a bit stuffy inside, so I went out to the garden for some fresh air and just got back."

But clearly, Pei Yue had no interest in the reason for her departure, and didn't even have the patience to let her finish speaking.

The person on the other end of the phone interrupted her abruptly, their tone filled with urgency and anticipation: "Where's Dongheng? Have you seen him? Did he go out too?"

This question made Chen Su's fingers tighten slightly as she gripped her phone.

But she didn't hesitate, nor did she try to fabricate a lie; she simply answered softly in a slightly uncertain tone:

"I...I think I saw the president head towards the back garden, but I'm not sure if he stayed there the whole time, or if he went somewhere else..."

Before she could finish speaking, Pei Yue seemed to have already lost patience.

The fact that she couldn't get a definite answer from her made Pei Yue feel frustrated.

A soft click of dissatisfaction came from the other end of the phone.

"Fine," Pei Yue resumed her commanding tone, which was as if it were the most natural thing in the world, leaving no room for argument. "Come to my lounge right now, and hurry up."

Before Chen Su could respond, the receiver went dead with a dial tone.

Chen Su slowly put down her phone, the screen's light illuminating her calm, expressionless profile before dimming.

She put her phone back into her handbag, bent down to straighten her skirt, and stood up again.

She walked through the crowd and headed straight for the staircase connecting the main hall to the second floor.

The lounge is located deep in the second-floor corridor.

The dark solid wood door was tightly closed. Chen Su stood in front of the door, raised her hand, and knocked three times with her knuckles, neither too hard nor too soft.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The sound echoed clearly in the empty, quiet corridor.

There was no immediate response from Pei Yue's sweet voice from inside the door.

Chen Su waited quietly for two seconds, hesitating whether to knock again.

"Click".

The door lock was turned from the inside.

Chen Su raised her eyes, her movements pausing slightly.

It wasn't Pei Yue who appeared behind the door.

He was a tall, upright man wearing a black shirt with the collar casually open.

He still had one hand on the doorknob from the inside, and the other hand casually in his trouser pocket.

The light shone from the room behind him, making his face appear somewhat obscure in the backlight.

It's Pei Fang.

Upon seeing Chen Su standing outside the door, his eyes, which always carried a hint of cynicism, narrowed slightly.

His gaze fell on her.

I lingered for a moment on that white dress.

Then it slowly moved upwards, passing over her slender waist and slightly taut shoulders, and finally met her eyes.

The ambiguous smile on his lips, played out in the interplay of light and shadow, seemed to hold a deeper meaning.

"Yo."

Pei Fang spoke, his voice low and slightly hoarse, drifting lightly through the quiet corridor.

"Looking for my sister?"

He didn't move aside immediately, his tall figure blocking the doorway.

Those eyes scrutinized Chen Su with great interest.