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

After Chen Su and Zhou Qian parted ways at the coffee shop entrance, Chen Su felt as if her mind was filled with a ball of yarn, chaotic and tangled.

She wandered aimlessly, and when she came to her senses, she found herself standing downstairs at the billiards club again, as if possessed.

She took a deep breath and went inside.

The club was not crowded at noon and seemed rather deserted.

Xu Qian was tidying up behind the bar when she saw Su Su come in. She was a little surprised, but still greeted her with a smile: "Su Su, what brings you here at this hour?"

Chen Su responded with a smile, saying she was just passing by and came in to take a look.

Chen Su tried to make her expression look natural. She walked to the bar and casually asked, "Sister Xu Qian, has the club owner... come back? I've been wanting to thank him in person for his help last time."

Xu Qian paused slightly as she wiped the cup, then smiled.

"Huh? Boss...it seems not yet, he's on a business trip and won't be back anytime soon."

"What a pity," Chen Su lowered her eyes, her fingers unconsciously tracing the wood grain of the bar counter. "I really owe him a debt of gratitude last time, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do."

She suddenly looked up at Xu Qian with clear eyes, "Sister Xu Qian, why don't you give me the boss's phone number? I can't thank you in person, but I can call to express my gratitude."

Xu Qian's smile froze for a moment. She put down her cup, her eyes darting around. "Well... the boss doesn't like being bothered, and it's not convenient for me to give him his contact information..."

"That……"

Chen Su didn't give her much time to think before throwing out another question.

Her voice was soft, yet carried an unyielding stubbornness: "At least tell me what the boss's name is, okay? I can't possibly not even know what my benefactor's name is."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xu Qian's smile vanished completely.

She looked at Chen Su with a complex expression, a mixture of inquiry and apprehension.

Chen Su's sudden obsession with the boss's identity probably means... she knows something.

The air between the two seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Seeing her racking her brains for an excuse, Chen Su stopped beating around the bush and directly uttered the name that had been lingering in her heart:

"It's Shen Que, right?"

She calmly uttered the name, looking directly at Xu Qian.

This is not a question, but a statement of affirmation.

Xu Qian looked at her silently without saying anything, which was taken as tacit agreement.

She didn't know how Chen Su found out, but now that things had come to this, there was no point in hiding it.

Chen Su showed no anger or questioning; her eyes remained calm.

Whether Xu Qian genuinely helped her or was acting on Shen Que's instructions, the help was real, and she could tell the difference.

All she wants now is to find Shen Que and ask him in person what exactly happened.

Only he can give her the answer.

"Sister Xu Qian," Chen Su's voice carried a barely perceptible pleading tone, "Do you know where Shen Que is right now?"

Xu Qian looked into her determined eyes and shook her head helplessly: "I don't know either. Ever since you left last time, he hasn't come to the club again."

Chen Su's heart sank, but she didn't give up: "Then... Sister Xu Qian, could you call him? Just ask him where he is now? I... he blocked my number a long time ago."

Her voice lowered, tinged with embarrassment.

Xu Qian looked at Chen Su's pleading eyes, hesitated for a moment, then took out her phone, found Shen Que's number, and dialed it.

The phone rang for a long time until it automatically disconnected.

No one heard.

Xu Qian put down her phone, shrugged at Chen Su, and indicated that she couldn't help him.

The light in Chen Su's eyes dimmed, but she still thanked Xu Qian: "Thank you, Sister Xu Qian."

Then, she turned around and silently walked out of the club.

Standing at the club entrance, the afternoon sun was a bit dazzling, and the wind carrying the chill of late autumn blew on her face.

She walked towards Shen Que's villa almost without hesitation.

The last time I set foot on this road was a month ago.

The meeting ended badly; she didn't even have a chance to give Xiaoju a proper hug or say goodbye.

Walking on this familiar road again now, my feelings are heavier and more complicated than before.

But she was going there, whether he was there or not.

The answer she sought lay there; she had to go.

Arriving at the familiar gray-white villa, Chen Su's heart began to race. She hesitated for a moment at the door before raising her hand to knock.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was complete silence inside; there was no response.

As she looked at the fingerprint lock, a bold yet self-deprecating thought welled up inside her.

He blocked all her contact methods, cutting ties so decisively, would he still have this fingerprint left?

With an almost resigned attitude, she pressed her thumb on it.

"Beep—"

With a soft click, the green light on the door lock turned on.

The door clicked open.

Chen Su stood there, stunned, feeling as if something had struck her heart hard, leaving her with a bitter and indescribable ache.

He...did not delete her fingerprints.

She pushed open the door and went inside.

The villa was still the same as she knew it: empty, spacious, and luxurious, yet it was filled with a desolate, lifeless atmosphere, eerily quiet.

Just then, a familiar "meow" came from upstairs, accompanied by light footsteps.

A round, orange figure appeared at the top of the stairs.

When it saw Chen Su, it paused for a moment, then seemed to recognize this long-lost presence. It immediately meowed excitedly, ran down the stairs, rushed to Chen Su's feet, and kept rubbing its head and body against her legs. Its tail was held high, circling around her and making a loud purring sound.

Chen Su squatted down and hugged the now noticeably bigger and heavier Xiao Ju into her arms, her heart filled with a tender feeling.

"Little Orange has grown so big," she said, stroking its smooth fur, her voice muffled, "It's not little at all anymore, it should be renamed Big Orange..."

She buried her face in the little orange cat's soft, warm belly and took a deep breath. The familiar scent, filled with sunshine and cat food, instantly enveloped her.

The tears that had been held back finally burst forth at this moment.

Warm tears quickly dampened the downy fur on Little Orange's belly.

"Where's your father?" she choked out, as if asking the cat, but also as if asking herself, "Why isn't he home?"

Little Orange just stared at her with its big, round, amber eyes, not understanding anything, occasionally sticking out its little, barbed tongue to lick her wet cheek.

Chen Su hugged the cat and cried uncontrollably.

Chen Su felt that her current situation was both absurd and heartbreaking.

At that moment, she was like those pitiful mothers who were unilaterally divorced, whose child custody was awarded to the father, and who could only hold their children and cry their hearts out when they finally managed to visit them.

Just as she was immersed in her grief, her shoulders trembling slightly from crying.

Behind them, the villa's door was suddenly and without warning opened again from the outside.

Shen Que stood at the doorway, backlit, his tall figure casting a shadow in the doorway.

This is what he saw.

Chen Su squatted on the polished floor in the center of the living room, tightly hugging the orange cat that had become as fat as a ball.

Her face was streaked with tears, and her eyes and the tip of her nose were red from crying.

When she looked up at him, his eyes, washed with tears, resembled those of a frightened fawn, wet and filled with confusion and helplessness.

The two looked at each other.