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

The days after Shen Que's return were like the beginning of a long-delayed fulfillment.

In the first semester of Chen Su's senior year, the courses were basically finished and the credits were completed. The main tasks left were the graduation project and internship.

She applied for a master's program at her own university, submitted her application materials, passed the initial review, and now needs to prepare for the interview.

At the same time, the joint laboratory project between Shenque Company and the school was also officially launched and entered the intensive preliminary preparation stage.

Because of this project, their lives became more publicly intertwined.

As one of the student representatives who participated in the early stages, Chen Su occasionally needed to attend the project team's regular meetings or seminars.

In these situations, Shen Que was always the most central figure.

He sat at the head of the conference table, wearing a well-tailored dark suit, with his shirt buttons meticulously fastened to the collar.

When listening to reports, he remained calm, occasionally glancing up with sharp eyes, and his questions were always incisive and went straight to the heart of the matter.

When speaking, his tone was steady, his logic rigorous, and his decisiveness unquestionable.

He is "General Manager Shen," a decision-maker who holds resources and determines the direction of projects.

Chen Su sat at the back of the long table, mingling among a group of professors, researchers, and doctoral students.

She was dressed in a neat shirt, her long hair tied in a low ponytail, and her notebook was open in front of her as she carefully took notes on the key points of the meeting. Only when asked about specific ideas for student participation would she clearly and concisely express her views.

She is "Student Chen," a promising young talent whom the project aims to recruit and cultivate.

The air was filled with a professional, serious, and even somewhat tense atmosphere.

Chen Su would occasionally look up, her gaze sweeping across the conference table, briefly meeting Shen Que's eyes.

Those eyes that had shown her warmth in private were now like a deep pool, calm and still, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

This kind of relationship, clearly defined and maintaining a proper distance in public, is completely different from their private interactions, creating a subtle and unspoken contrast.

Privately, they are each other's closest confidants.

Shen Que's apartment became the place where the two of them spent the most time, adding a lot more of a sense of life compared to their previous villa.

Chen Su's books, laptop, and even her favorite cushions gradually took up a corner of the room.

She would prepare for her graduate school entrance exam interview and write her thesis proposal here, while Shen Que would often be at the desk next to her dealing with work that seemed to never end.

When she was tired, she would go over and hug his neck from behind, burying her face in his shoulder and nuzzling him.

He would pat her back, or simply pull her onto his lap and kiss her for a while, as a short break.

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Shen Que has mentioned their public relationship more than once.

Whether in the car or on the sofa in his apartment, he held her in his arms, his chin rubbing against the top of her head. His tone wasn't urgent, but it was clear: "Chen Su, there's no need to keep our relationship a secret forever."

Chen Su always made excuses to avoid it.

She nestled in his arms, her fingers unconsciously twirling the buttons on his shirt, her voice muffled: "Let's wait a little longer, Shen Que. Now... it's too early."

"Good morning?" Shen Que raised an eyebrow and looked down at her.

"Mm." Chen Su nodded.

"Wait for my graduate school admission notice to come."

She looked up, her gaze resolute. "Wait until your company is stable here, and the lab project is on track. Wait until everything... is more settled. There's no rush, right?"

It wasn't that she didn't want to go public; it was just that subconsciously, she still hoped to stand by his side in a more equal and stable way, rather than simply as "President Shen's girlfriend."

What she wanted was to stand shoulder to shoulder, not to depend on.

Shen Que looked at her silently, his deep gaze seemingly able to see through all her unspoken thoughts.

After a moment, he lowered his head, kissed her forehead, and gave a resigned "Mmm".

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

He agreed and never brought it up again.

However, in those brief moments when the two of them were alone, his embraces would be tighter and his kisses longer, as if he were confirming and making amends in another way.

After the meeting, he would sometimes ask Chen Su to stay behind, saying that "there are still some details that need to be confirmed with the student representatives."

After everyone else packed up and left, the heavy door to the conference room clicked shut, locking itself out of the outside world.

Just moments ago, President Shen was sitting upright in the main seat with a cold expression. He loosened his tie, stood up, walked over to Chen Su, who was still organizing her notes, pulled her up from her chair, encircled her in his arms, pressed her against the edge of the conference table, and lowered his head to kiss her.

This kiss often carried the suppressed and restrained rebound of the meeting, urgent and deep, stealing her breath until her legs went weak and she clung to him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hazy.

He stepped back slightly, his thumb stroking her slightly swollen lips, his eyes still dark and filled with a wicked, triumphant smile.

When she catches her breath, she always glares at him with a mixture of shyness and annoyance, only to be met with an even tighter hug and a light kiss on the top of her head.

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As the seasons changed, the chill grew stronger until one morning when I drew back the curtains, and the outside world was already covered in a blanket of white.

The first heavy snowfall of the winter silently covered the entire city.

Chen Su's birthday was shortly after this heavy snowfall.

On her birthday night, Shen Que took her to a top-notch restaurant that required reservations months in advance and offered panoramic views of the city at night.

The environment is private and elegant, with a view of the snow-covered city and slowly flowing traffic outside the window.

The dinner was exquisite and the atmosphere was warm.

Chen Su talked about her progress in applying for graduate school and complained about a difficult part of her graduation project. Shen Que occasionally chimed in with some practical advice, but mostly listened quietly, his gaze always fixed on her face.

The waiter quietly withdrew after the dessert was removed.

Shen Que took out a dark blue velvet square box from the inside pocket of his suit.

Chen Su was already somewhat familiar with the size and style of the box.

Her heart skipped a beat; she had a vague premonition of something, and her fingers curled slightly.

Shen Que opened the box and turned to her.

It was a ring.

The ring setting is minimalist platinum, with a central stone set in it.

It was still a rich, pure pigeon blood ruby, cut into a classic and elegant oval shape. It was larger than any of the gemstones in the previous pieces of jewelry. Under the soft lighting of the restaurant, it seemed to be burning with an eternal flame, dazzling and breathtakingly beautiful.

Chen Su held her breath, staring blankly at the ring, then looked up at Shen Que.

Shen Que's gaze was calm and profound, surging with emotions she was familiar with, as well as some she had never seen before.

Shen Que knelt down on one knee in front of her.

He performed the action very naturally, even with a sense of solemn ritual.

"Chen Su," he began, his voice not loud, yet clearly penetrating the faint background music in the restaurant, "ruby is one of the most dazzling and visually appealing gemstones."

He paused, then continued, "It symbolizes passion, eternity, and also... love, courage, and good fortune."

His gaze was fixed firmly on her eyes, unwavering, and he spoke each word clearly and slowly:

"That's how you are to me."

His words were concise, without lengthy confessions, yet every word struck the softest spot in Chen Su's heart.

Dazzling, attractive, love, courage, good fortune... He equated all the beautiful meanings with her.

Chen Su's tears welled up without warning, quickly blurring her vision.

She couldn't see the ring's dazzling light, but she could clearly see the unmistakable solemnity reflected in his eyes.

"So," Shen Que took the ring out of the velvet box, lifted her left hand, and gently slipped the cool ring onto her ring finger.

The size is just right.

He held her hand, not letting go immediately, but instead wrapping his hands around it, his fingertips interlocking with her ringed finger.

"Chen Su, marry me."

With unprecedented earnestness and anticipation.

Tears finally rolled down her cheeks. Chen Su looked at the intense yet serene red stain on her fingers, and at the man before her.

From a rough and cold-hearted boy at seventeen, full of hostility towards the world, to a calm and strong man who still offers her his most tender and sincere heart.

The separation, waiting, struggle, and growth of the past few years flashed through his mind, finally settling in his deep eyes at this moment.

There was no hesitation, nor was there any need for hesitation.

She nodded vigorously, tears streaming down her face, her voice choked with emotion yet crystal clear: "Okay. I promise."

Shen Que's taut jawline seemed to relax slightly. He got up and kissed away the tears on her face, finally placing a tender and precious kiss on her lips.

After a long while, he stepped back slightly, his forehead touching hers, their breaths mingling.

He held her hand, his thumb repeatedly stroking the ring, and whispered:

"A ring is a promise, not a constraint."

"Chen Su, whatever you want to do, wherever you want to go, whatever you want to become, I will stand by your side."

"To be with you, to support you, and to take care of you."

"This is my promise to you, and it's also the best future I can give myself."

Outside the window, the city nightscape after the snow is as dazzling as a galaxy, flowing silently.

Inside the window, under the warm light, the two nestled together, their eyes reflecting an unwavering determination and tenderness.

The long passage of time and the vast distance have finally interwoven into an eternal prologue called "us," which is within reach.