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

The two returned to the villa one after the other. The fingerprint lock made a soft "beep" sound, and as soon as the door was pushed open a crack, Xiao Ju's urgent "meow" came from inside.

The little guy seemed to have been waiting at the door. As soon as the door opened, it nimbly darted out, circling around Chen Su's ankles, affectionately rubbing its fluffy head and body against her legs, its tail held high, looking very happy.

Chen Su's heart melted instantly. She knelt down and gently stroked Xiao Ju's glossy fur, her voice so tender it could melt water: "Looks like you haven't forgotten your mother. That's wonderful, my precious Xiao Ju."

She couldn't help but hug Little Orange tightly, kissing its fluffy cheeks and forehead several times, inhaling its familiar, sun-kissed scent.

Shen Que closed the door, walked straight to the sofa and sat down. His gaze fell on the intimate scene of the man and the cat, and a faint gentleness seemed to pass through his eyes.

He took out his phone, barely adjusting the angle, and simply raised it casually. With a "click," the crisp sound of the shutter was particularly noticeable in the quiet living room.

Hearing the sound, Chen Su turned around while holding the cat, sat down next to him, and glared at him, feigning anger: "So, Shen Que, you're taking pictures without even turning off the sound, so blatant!"

Shen Que chuckled softly, a short laugh with an ambiguous meaning.

He turned his phone screen towards her, his tone indifferent: "How is that taking pictures without my consent?"

In the photo, the light is soft, and Chen Su tilts her delicate and petite face slightly upward, her eyes are closed, her long eyelashes droop like butterfly wings, and her expression is one of almost devout tenderness. Her pouty lips are gently pressed against Xiao Ju's fluffy cheek.

Little Orange, on the other hand, had a blank and adorable expression that seemed to say "I'm hopeless," with her round eyes half-closed, as if she was helplessly bearing this "heavy" love.

The composition is somewhat casual, yet it unexpectedly captures a warm and slightly comical moment, possessing a strange beauty.

Looking at the photo, Chen Su's cheeks flushed slightly, and she muttered softly, "It's... not bad."

She leaned closer to get a better look, and their heads unconsciously drew very close together, able to feel the warmth of each other's breath.

The villa was completely silent, with only the occasional chirping of birds returning to their nests coming from outside the window. Time seemed to stretch out at this moment, becoming slow and peaceful.

Just then, a sudden, sharp ringtone shattered the tranquility.

It's Chen Su's phone.

Chen Su's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition instantly gripped her.

She quickly put down the little orange cat in her arms, took out her phone from her bag, and saw that the caller ID on the screen was "Grandma".

She thought to herself, "Oh no," and subconsciously glanced at Shen Que beside her. He was looking at her quietly, his eyes calm.

Chen Su forced a somewhat strained smile and quickly said, "I...I'm going to answer a phone call."

After saying that, she got up almost as if she were fleeing, quickly walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, took a deep breath, and then pressed the answer button.

As soon as the call connected, Grandma's stern voice pierced the receiver: "Where are you?"

Chen Su's heart skipped a beat, and she tried to remain calm, mumbling, "Grandma, I... I'm at school. There's a question I don't quite understand, and I'm asking the teacher..."

"Nonsense!" Grandma's voice, laced with suppressed anger, interrupted her abruptly. "I'm in your classroom right now! There's no one there! Chen Su, tell me the truth, where are you right now?!"

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A chill ran down Chen Su's spine, and she froze.

She never expected that her grandmother would actually go directly to the classroom to find her! Her lie was exposed on the spot, and she opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

On the other end of the phone, Grandma's voice was even sterner, carrying an undeniable, demanding tone: "Tell me! Are you with that boy again?!"

"I..." Chen Su's voice choked in her throat, trembling.

"Now! Get back here right now! Do you hear me?!" Grandma's voice was sterner than ever before, even carrying a hint of disappointment and heartache, a tone Chen Su rarely heard.

"...I understand." Chen Su's voice was as low as a mosquito's buzz, with a heavy nasal tone.

She hung up the phone, feeling as if all her strength had been drained away.

With her mind in a jumble, Chen Su rubbed her reddened eyes and sore nose, trying to calm her turbulent emotions.

As she tried to calm herself down and turned around, she saw that Shen Que was already standing not far behind her.

He stood there quietly, his hands in his pockets, looking at her calmly. Clearly, he had overheard some of the contents of the phone call.

Chen Su was unsure of how much he had heard and what he would think.

She strained to lift her head, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, trying to lighten the mood: "I... I should go back. My grandma... she's been urging me to go home and study again."

Shen Que's gaze fell on her reddened nose and her eyes, which she tried to hide but still held a hint of moisture. He remained silent for a few seconds, then nodded gently, his tone flat and even: "Let's go."

He turned around, walked to the coffee table, took a cigarette from the pack, bent down, and lit it with a "snap".

A wisp of bluish smoke rose, blurring the sharp angles of his profile and giving him an air of aloof indifference.

This was the first time he had smoked in front of Chen Su.

Chen Su was stunned as she watched him light a cigarette.

Just as she was about to walk towards the door, through the swirling smoke, Shen Que's deep voice rang out again, clearly reaching her ears:

"Don't come here again."

Chen Su abruptly stopped, as if nailed to the spot. She turned her head in disbelief to look at Shen Que behind the smoke, wondering if she had misheard: "...What?"

Shen Que took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled, the smoke making his expression even more indistinct.

His voice remained calm as he repeated himself, each word piercing Chen Su's heart like an ice pick:

"Don't come here again."

Chen Su stared at him, her eyes wide with disbelief.

The suppressed grievances and the sudden blow instantly filled her eyes with tears.

The smoke was pungent, making her throat tight and her eyes sting. She could no longer suppress the urge to cry.

"What do you mean?" Her voice trembled.

"Literally."

Shen Que's tone remained indifferent, and he didn't even look at her. He just stared at the gradually darkening night outside the window, as if he were talking about something trivial that had nothing to do with him.

Overwhelmed by immense grievances and confusion, Chen Su was submerged like a tidal wave.

She desperately wanted to rush up, to get to the bottom of things, and to make everything clear.

However, on one hand, there was her grandmother's unwavering urging on the phone, and on the other hand, there was Shen Que's icy demeanor that kept everyone at arm's length.

The pressure from both sides surged like a tidal wave, almost overwhelming her.

"Shen Que..." Her voice was choked with sobs, almost pleading, "Let's... let's talk it over tomorrow, okay?"

Shen Que did not answer.

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings, with only the cigarette butt between his fingers burning slowly.

Autumn has arrived, and darkness falls quickly; the world outside the window has already blurred into a deep blue.

Chen Su ultimately received nothing.

She took a deep look at Shen Que's silent back, wiped the tears from her face haphazardly with the back of her hand, turned around, pushed open the door, and rushed out of the villa almost as if fleeing.

They didn't even have time to take another look at the bewildered little orange in the corner.

She ran outside the villa area, the night wind blowing against her damp cheeks, bringing a chill.

With trembling hands, she called a car using her phone.

Once inside the car, the driver started the engine, and the car slowly drove away from the luxurious villa area.

Through her blurry, tear-filled eyes, she subconsciously turned back to look at the villa that was gradually receding into the distance. Behind the shadow of the security guard's room at the entrance, there seemed to be a tiny, scarlet dot of light, flickering in the thick darkness of the night.