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

In the villa's living room, the afternoon sun slanted through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a large patch of light.

Little Orange was chasing a spot of light, which Shen Que had created by reflecting sunlight off his phone. The little guy slid around on the clean floor, sometimes pouncing, sometimes braking suddenly, having a great time.

Chen Su and Shen Que sat side by side on the sofa, watching Xiao Ju's carefree appearance.

After a moment of silence, Chen Su spoke softly, asking the question that had been lingering in her mind for so long: "You're leaving, Xiao Ju... what will happen?"

Shen Que shifted his gaze from the cat to her face, remained silent for a few seconds, and then replied:

"Little Orange is familiar with this environment, and it wouldn't be good for it to be moved suddenly. I've already made arrangements, and the most professional pet care personnel will come to our home regularly every day to take care of its diet, cleaning, playtime, and health checkups."

He raised his hand and pointed to an inconspicuous small white box in the corner of the living room. "The whole house is equipped with the latest smart security and pet monitoring system, with no blind spots, operating 24 hours a day. The data is transmitted to my mobile phone and the care team in real time, and they will deal with any emergency immediately."

His voice was calm and clear, indicating that he had already arranged everything properly and even considered everything in detail.

Chen Su nodded.

That's how he always does things; he seems casual and unrestrained, but in reality, he's meticulous.

"in addition,"

Shen Que paused, looking at her, "Your fingerprint access will be retained. You can come anytime to see Xiao Ju, or... do whatever you want."

His tone was very natural, as if this was the most normal arrangement.

Upon hearing this, Chen Su responded half-jokingly and half-reflectively, trying to ease the sadness of parting: "With you gone, this villa feels like my own house."

Shen Que turned his head, a faint smile playing on his lips, but his eyes were unusually serious as he looked at her and replied, "If you're willing to accept, of course you can."

These words made Chen Su's heart skip a beat, and she hurriedly waved her hands, "No, no, no! Shen Que, don't scare me. This house is so big, I can't even afford the water, electricity, and property management fees..."

She paused, carefully observing his expression, and tentatively asked, "Besides... it's not like you're not coming back, right?"

Shen Que remained silent for a moment.

The momentary pause made Chen Su's heart leap into her throat. She widened her eyes and raised her voice slightly, "You wouldn't... really not be planning to come back, would you?"

Seeing her frightened expression, Shen Que shook his head and said firmly, "She will come back."

Chen Su finally breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest, and glared at him reproachfully.

Shen Que, however, seemed unwilling to abandon the previous topic, continuing, "I own more than one property; I don't necessarily have to go back here. As for the various expenses here..."

He paused, as if talking about something trivial, "It can be deducted directly from my account."

He seems to be genuinely considering leaving the villa to her.

Seeing his reaction, Chen Su became a little anxious and pretended to be angry, puffing out her cheeks: "Shen Que, I don't want to! Can you please stop 'tempting' me like this? It's making me want to just lie down and not work anymore."

Shen Que raised an eyebrow, "Of course—"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Su quickly interrupted, her tone becoming serious, and quoted what she had once said to him:

"I've said it before, people should have the ability to choose their own future. Shen Que, what you're doing now is destroying that ability of mine."

Seeing her earnest expression, Shen Que smiled slightly and stopped insisting, simply flicking her forehead lightly: "Okay."

At this moment, the little orange cat, tired from playing, meowed and gracefully jumped onto the sofa, precisely squeezing between the two of them. It found a comfortable position, curled up into a ball, and began to lick its fur.

The two of them reached out to stroke its soft fur at the same time. Their fingertips touched it lightly and unintentionally, but it was as if they were bounced away by a slight electric current, and they each withdrew their hands.

There was a momentary pause in the air, followed by Xiao Ju's comfortable snoring.

They did not go out again that day.

The two people and the cat spent a quiet and ordinary afternoon in this spacious villa filled with warm sunshine.

Chen Su was curled up on the sofa reading a book, while Shen Que was working on some documents on his laptop. Xiao Ju was sleeping in different positions at their feet or on their laps.

Time flowed slowly, creating an almost luxurious tranquility and warmth, as if they were truly just an ordinary family.

In the evening, they set up tables and chairs on the rooftop terrace of the villa.

The summer night breeze brings the hustle and bustle of the distant city, which is then softened by the scent of grass and trees in the nearby garden.

Shen Que ordered takeout, and the barbecue that arrived smelled delicious.

They ate and chatted aimlessly, from college entrance exam questions to Xiao Ju's embarrassing moments, from possible future majors to the blurry stars in the sky.

The clouds are quite thick tonight, and the moon moves behind them, appearing and disappearing intermittently, hazy and indistinct.

With the atmosphere just right, Chen Su suddenly suggested, "It would be a shame not to have a few drinks in such a wonderful setting."

Shen Que refused without hesitation: "No."

Chen Su then began to coax and plead, tugging at his sleeve and blinking her eyes, using every trick in the book, "It's just a little bit... a little bit won't hurt... I'm happy today... Shen Que, okay~"

Shen Que was so bothered by her that he had no choice but to get up. After a while, he came out with a bottle of red wine that looked expensive, a decanter, a large bottle of grape juice, and a box of ice.

He skillfully opened the wine bottle, let it breathe, and then, under Chen Su's expectant gaze, poured her a glass of wine.

I poured half a glass of red wine, then added most of a glass of grape juice, and several ice cubes.

"...Shen Que!"

Chen Su looked at the "red wine" in front of her, which had almost turned into a grape juice drink, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Drink this."

Shen Que poured regular red wine into his glass and said in a tone that left no room for negotiation, "Otherwise, don't drink it."

Chen Su had no choice but to compromise and picked up the cup to take a sip.

Sure enough, the diluted wine had almost no alcohol taste, leaving only the sweet aroma of grapes and a refreshing coolness.

But she couldn't resist the delicious taste and greedily drank a few more cups.

The two sat in wicker chairs very close together, and she could smell the refreshing mint scent on him, mixed with a faint aroma of red wine.

Although the alcohol was diluted, she still couldn't resist drinking too much and was still a little tipsy.

The alcohol and the cool night breeze made Chen Su feel somewhat relaxed, but also caused some inexplicable emotional fluctuations.

She turned her head, looking at Shen Que's profile in the hazy moonlight and the small balcony lamp, and suddenly called his name softly:

"Shen Que".

"Um."

He responded and turned to look at her.

"After you get there... can we still keep in touch often?"

Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of barely perceptible unease.

"Can."

"You haven't... forgotten me, have you?"

Chen Su took another sip of the drink in her glass. The sweet taste melted on her tongue, but a sour feeling welled up in her heart.

She knew her question was naive, but she couldn't help it.

"Won't."

Shen Que looked straight at her, his tone resolute.

In the dim light, his gaze was so deep it seemed to draw her in.

But Chen Su seemed not to hear her. She put down her wine glass, reached out, and grabbed Shen Que's hand, which was resting on the armrest of the chair.

On his wrist, he still wore that persimmon-red agate bracelet, which shimmered with a warm luster under the moonlight.

She held his hand, her fingertips gently tracing the smooth beads, as if confirming something, or perhaps giving him a word of advice:

"Don't take this off. In case... in case you forget what I said, seeing this will remind you."

Shen Que did not pull his hand away, letting her hold it.

He looked at Chen Su, whose eyes seemed somewhat hazy in the moonlight and under the influence of alcohol, and whose cheeks were flushed slightly.

He knew she was still drunk, even if it was just a little bit of alcohol mixed with her emotions.

He suddenly leaned closer to her, their breaths almost mingling in the cool night breeze.

He looked into her eyes and said, word by word, clearly and in a low voice:

I can't forget you.

He paused, as if making a solemn promise:

"I'll never forget it in my life."

After he finished speaking, he straightened up.

"I'll take you home."

He had also drunk alcohol, but he was clearly much better at it; his eyes were clear and he showed no signs of drunkenness.

He took out his phone and hailed a taxi.

Chen Su was indeed a little dizzy. When she stood up, her steps were unsteady and she swayed.

Shen Que supported her, bent down, put one hand under her knees, and steadily lifted her up in his arms.

"Ah..." Chen Su gasped softly, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in the crook of his neck.

His embrace was warm and comforting, carrying a faint scent of red wine and his own unique, refreshing aura.

He carried her down the stairs and out of the villa, his movements steady.

A night breeze blew, and Chen Su felt a little cold, so she snuggled closer to him.

Shen Que hugged her tighter and quickened his pace.

A taxi was already waiting at the door.

Shen Que carefully placed her in the back seat, then sat down himself and gave her his home address.

The car drove smoothly into the night.

Chen Su leaned quietly on his shoulder, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyelids.

Her breathing gradually became even and long, as if she had fallen asleep.

Outside the car window, the city's dazzling lights rushed past, reflecting on her peaceful sleeping face.

Shen Que tilted his head slightly, looking at her unguarded sleeping face, and could feel the touch of her soft hair on his chin.

He raised his left hand, and the red agate beads on his wrist glittered in the light flashing past the window.