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

After Chen Su sat in the wheelchair, President Li quickly changed into a clean suit and returned, his expression having returned to normal.

Staff members stepped forward, ready to push the wheelchair.

As soon as she grasped the wheelchair handle, Chen Su turned her head and looked at Lu Yuze with pleading eyes, her voice drawn out with obvious entreaty: "Brother Yuze...please push me."

The staff stood there somewhat bewildered.

Lu Yu looked down at her without moving.

"Someone pushed it."

"That's different."

Chen Su said matter-of-factly, "If you push it, I'll feel better faster."

She paused, seemingly feeling that the reason wasn't sufficient, then blinked her eyes, which now appeared exceptionally innocent, and began to improvise, "Besides, don't you think... it's romantic for you to push me along slowly?"

Lu Yu's eyebrows twitched slightly, seemingly not understanding where this "romance" came from: "Hmm?"

"It's like..." Chen Su cupped her face in her hands, lost in her own thoughts, her eyes sparkling, "like when we get married, and we're old and can't walk anymore, you'll push me in your wheelchair to the park for a walk, to watch the sunset..."

She spoke with such conviction, as if it were a predetermined future event.

Lu Yu looked down at her longing face. Her eyes, which were always filled with arrogance, were now clear and bright, reflecting the greenery and sunlight of the manor, and had a kind of unguarded softness.

He remained silent for a few seconds, offering no comment on her sudden leap to a vision of decades into the future.

He simply reached out, grasped the handle of the wheelchair, and nodded slightly to the staff member waiting beside him.

The staff member immediately understood and respectfully stepped aside.

The wheelchair moved forward smoothly.

Lu Yu pushed steadily, his steps neither hurried nor slow.

The sun shines warmly, a gentle breeze caresses the face, and the manor is picturesque. The wind blows softly, carrying the fresh scents of grass, trees, and the distant lake.

No one can predict what will happen in the future.

For him, marriage was a contract, a union of interests. As for growing old together... that was too far-fetched and unrealistic.

At least for now, he was pushing her along in the sunlight, and the scene was incredibly harmonious.

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The rest of the visit was much simpler. Chen Su was in a wheelchair, which made things easier and less stressful. It was just a pity that they couldn't go to the more pristine woodland areas.

At noon, the group dined at a distinctive restaurant within the manor.

The banquet was exquisite, and the atmosphere was harmonious. Lu Yu didn't talk much, but every time he spoke, he hit the nail on the head, clearly having a clearer understanding of the project's prospects.

Judging from the relaxed expressions and the tone of their words, the prospects for further cooperation on the project are clearly promising, and the intention to cooperate is basically clear.

In the afternoon, Lu Yu needed to have a more in-depth meeting with General Manager Li and the core team.

Chen Su was taken back to a luxurious suite at the manor hotel to rest.

Her leg injury limited her mobility, and it was inevitable that she would get bored being alone in such a large room.

Fortunately, Lu Yu left behind one of his female secretaries, a young woman who was not talkative but meticulous and thoughtful. She chatted with Chen Su, handled some trivial matters, and ordered room service to bring afternoon tea and snacks for her, so it wasn't too difficult to get through.

Looking at the beautiful manor scenery outside the window but unable to explore it herself, Chen Su was still a little dejected.

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As evening fell, Lu Yuze returned from his meeting. Chen Su was nestled on the living room sofa, watching a show on her tablet. Seeing him enter, she immediately dropped the tablet and looked at him expectantly, "Brother Yuze, you're back! Did the meeting go well?"

"Hmm." Lu Yu loosened his tie, glanced at her, and asked, "Does your leg still hurt?"

"It hurts!" Chen Su nodded immediately, her little face scrunching up. "It hurts as soon as I move."

Lu Yu didn't say anything, went to wash his hands, then took the first-aid kit and came over to sit down on the single chair next to the sofa.

"Change the dressing."

Chen Su obediently stretched out her leg and placed it on his lap.

Lu Yu skillfully removed the dressing that had been applied that morning. The wound looked a little better than it had been that morning, but the redness, swelling, and broken skin were still quite noticeable.

He used tweezers to pick up a new iodine-soaked cotton ball and began to disinfect it.

The moment the cold cotton ball touched the wound, Chen Su couldn't help but flinch and gasp, "Ouch, that hurts!"

Lu Yu continued what he was doing, only saying calmly, "Bear with it for a moment."

But Chen Su was not one to remain calm and patient.

Every time the cotton ball touched a spot, she would whimper softly, her voice low but delicate, filled with a strong sense of grievance and coquetry: "Be gentle, Brother Yuze...it really hurts...here, it hurts especially here..."

At first, Lu Yu was able to ignore it and focus on his subordinates' actions.

But Chen Su's whimpering continued incessantly, like a wounded kitten, whimpering and disturbing everyone's peace of mind. In the quiet, spacious suite, her voice was amplified, penetrating everywhere.

Her reaction was even more exaggerated when the ointment was applied; she twisted and turned, trying to pull her legs back.

"Don't move." Lu Yu then gripped her calf, his grip light but firm enough to prevent her from breaking free.

"But it really hurts so much..." Chen Su's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at him with a pout.

Lu Yu looked at her hopelessly spoiled appearance, and the veins on his forehead throbbed faintly.

He put down the ointment, his gaze swept across the coffee table, and suddenly noticed the leftover individually wrapped bandages in the medicine box.

He picked up a band-aid, tore it open, and before Chen Su could react, he swiftly and precisely stuck it onto her lips, which were still grumbling incessantly.

"..."

Chen Su's voice stopped abruptly.

Her eyes widened as she stared at Lu Yuze in disbelief, her lips sealed with a band-aid, only able to utter muffled "mmm" sounds.

The world became quiet instantly.

Lu Yu raised an eyebrow in satisfaction, picked up the ointment again, and continued his unfinished work.

Chen Su was stunned for two seconds, and after a brief moment of blankness, a surge of shame and anger welled up inside her.

Almost reflexively, she raised her other foot and kicked towards Lu Yuzhe's chest.

The force wasn't strong; it was more like a protest of discontent.

Lu Yu was focused on applying ointment to her left leg when he was suddenly kicked and stopped in his tracks.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on his chest.

That slender, fair foot with rounded toes was pressed against there, and through the thin shirt, you could clearly feel the warmth and soft touch of her sole.

Under the warm yellow light of the bedroom, that foot looked particularly...eye-catching.

Lu Yuze's eyes suddenly darkened, a shadowy and unfathomable emotion flashing across them.

He put down the ointment, reached out his large hand, and easily grasped her slender ankle.

His palms were large and warm, almost completely encircling that ankle.

"Hmm!"

Chen Su didn't expect him to suddenly grab her foot. She instinctively tried to pull back, but he held on even tighter.

next second.

Lu Yu then applied a little force with his hand, pulling her along the line of her calf towards himself.

Chen Su was originally half-lying on the sofa, but when he pulled her like that, her body slid down the sofa cushion uncontrollably until she was almost half-lying down.

She frantically raised her hand and ripped off the band-aid that was in her mouth, finally managing to speak. Her voice was spoiled and demanding: "Lu Yuze, what are you doing? Let me go!"

Lu Yu loosened his grip on her ankle, but not completely; he simply held it loosely.

He looked up at her face, flushed with anger and a little panic, and at her wide, glaring eyes.

"Isn't it in pain? How come you still have the strength to kick someone?"

His tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Chen Su took the opportunity to sit up and escape from his grasp, but she was still angry and a little scared of her actions.

Her eyes darted around, and she decided to go all in. Leaning forward like a little animal seeking comfort, she suddenly threw herself into his arms.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and said in a muffled voice, with a hint of whining and grievance, "It just hurts so much... and you won't let me say it..."

Lu Yu was suddenly embraced by her, and his body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

The girl's soft, fragrant body pressed tightly against him, her warm breath brushing against the skin of his neck, bringing a slight tickle.

She was still muttering softly about the pain, but her arms were wrapped tightly around herself.

He lowered his eyes, looking at the fluffy hair on the top of her head in his arms. After a moment, he raised his hand and flicked her smooth forehead lightly with his finger.

"Ah!" Chen Su covered her forehead and looked at him accusingly with her watery eyes.

"My fault?" Lu Yu withdrew his hand, his tone carrying a mocking, half-smile. "Who was it this morning who refused to change into their pants and insisted on riding a horse in a skirt?"

Chen Su was speechless. Remembering her self-righteousness that morning, her momentum instantly diminished.

But she stubbornly defended herself, whispering, "Well... I didn't know it would rub so badly..." Her voice trailed off.

Looking at Lu Yuze's expressionless face, she felt a little uneasy, afraid that he might actually be angry.

After thinking for a moment, she hugged him tighter again, looked up at him, and gave him a pleading smile, her voice so sweet it could drip honey:

"It's not your fault, Brother Yuze. It's my own problem."

She paused, her eyes curving into crescents, and leaned close to his ear, whispering, "You know, I like you the most, Brother Yuze."

Warm breath accompanied by sweet words entered my ears.

Lu Yu's body trembled slightly, his eyes darkened, and the hand on her waist unconsciously tightened for a moment.

He said nothing, only gently pushed her away from his embrace, picked up the ointment and clean dressing again, his voice regaining its usual calmness, even carrying a hint of command:

"Sit still and don't move. The bandage isn't finished yet."