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

Since Xiao Ju settled down in Shen Que's big villa, the relationship between Chen Su and Shen Que seems to have quietly grown closer because of this furry little life.

The change is subtle yet clearly visible.

Although Shen Que still maintains his cold, aloof, and unapproachable demeanor most of the time, at least Chen Su is no longer the pure crush and unfamiliar classmate who dares not even linger with her gaze.

It all started when Chen Su's fingerprint was entered into the smart lock of Shen Que's villa.

It was a weekend afternoon. When Chen Su finished visiting Xiao Ju and was about to leave, Shen Que leaned against the wall in the entryway, hands in his pockets, watching Xiao Ju sharpening its claws on the scratching post, and said casually:

"Give me your hand."

Chen Su was taken aback, not understanding why, but still subconsciously reached out her hand.

Shen Que took out his phone, operated it a few times, then grabbed her wrist and, without saying a word, pressed her thumb onto the fingerprint recognition area of ​​the door lock.

The cool touch made her shiver slightly.

With a soft "beep," the data entry was successful.

Shen Que released her hand, still not looking at her, his tone slightly impatient: "So that you don't have to ring the doorbell every time you come, it's noisy."

He paused, then added, "If you want to see that stupid cat, come in yourself. I might not be there."

Chen Su looked at her fingers that had just been touched, then looked up at his expressionless profile. Her heart felt as if something had gently bumped into it, sending sweet ripples through her.

She knew that this was an immense, almost unprecedented level of trust in him.

"Okay," she replied softly, trying to suppress the upward curve of her lips.

With this convenient relationship, Chen Su naturally visited Xiao Ju more often.

But she still kept her distance cautiously, and would always tell Shen Que on her phone beforehand each time she went.

She didn't dare bother him too much, afraid that he would find it annoying. Almost all of their conversations revolved around the increasingly plump little orange cat.

She also mustered up the courage to ask for the contact information herself.

That day, holding Xiaoju, she casually suggested, "Shen Que, I'm practically Xiaoju's guardian, right? Can you add me on WeChat? That way... when I can't come over, you can take some photos or videos of Xiaoju and send them to me."

Shen Que was half-lying on the sofa playing games when he heard this. His fingers moved quickly across the screen, and he didn't even look up. He just glanced at her coolly, as if to say, "You're such a busybody."

Chen Su felt uneasy under his gaze and was about to give up on this increasingly demanding request when he put down his phone and recited a string of numbers.

"Phone number," he said succinctly.

Chen Su was overjoyed and quickly added it.

His WeChat profile picture is completely black, his nickname is just a simple letter "s", and his Moments is completely empty, which is consistent with his usual style.

After adding each other as friends, Chen Su didn't dare to chat with him casually. Almost all of their conversations revolved around Xiao Ju.

Shen Que will send photos.

The photos are taken without any composition or skill, and some are even blurry, but the content is full of life.

Sometimes Little Orange would lie sprawled on its back in its soft cat bed, its fluffy belly exposed; other times it would be caught on camera sharpening its claws against an expensive leather sofa leg; and once, he sent a picture of Little Orange drinking milk. The little guy must have been drinking too fast, because white milk smeared all over its face, and with its bewildered look, it looked both silly and adorable.

Chen Su was so charmed that she let out a long, joyful roar.

There's another picture where Xiao Ju is holding Shen Que's hand, which has distinct knuckles and some old scars, and gently nibbling at it with her little baby teeth.

Below the photo, Shen Que unusually added text, though it was only a short sentence and carried a slightly questioning tone:

How does it bite?

Upon seeing the message, Chen Su could almost picture him frowning, staring at the little orange cat in his hand with a look of displeasure and helplessness.

She couldn't help but laugh and quickly replied, "Little Orange is probably teething; its teeth are itchy. It didn't bite you on purpose. You could try buying it some special cat teething toys."

Not long after, Shen Que sent a new photo—

Little Orange was happily munching on a fish-shaped teething toy.

Looking at the photos, Chen Su couldn't help but sigh.

He's really efficient.

Shen Que seems to have gradually gotten used to sharing Xiao Ju's daily life.

He would take pictures of the little orange cat trying to squeeze into a small cardboard box and getting stuck, or of it standing up and clinging to the glass window, its back focused as it was attracted by birds flying by outside the window, or of it curling up beside his legs or even boldly sleeping on his chest when it was tired from playing.

Chen Su always showed the most enthusiastic support.

Wow! The little orange cat is so cute!

It seems to have grown a little bit more!

This sleeping position is so cute!

Shen Que, your photos are fantastic!

This was clearly a forced compliment, but he seemed...unaware of it.

One morning, before it was fully light, Chen Su's phone vibrated; it was a video sent by Shen Que.

When you open the video, the camera is a bit shaky. The background is a quiet green belt in a villa area. The sky is just beginning to lighten, and in the distance, a vast expanse of magnificent and dazzling sunset clouds spreads across the horizon, like an overturned palette, breathtakingly beautiful.

The camera pans down to reveal Little Orange, with a small leash around its neck, waving its short legs and curiously sniffing around on the ground.

Shen Que's hand came into view, and he gently tugged at the rope, seemingly making an adjustment.

Everything was peaceful and beautiful.

Suddenly, a Labrador Retriever of considerable size excitedly rushed over from some corner and sniffed right in front of Little Orange.

Startled by the sudden appearance of this "giant beast," Little Orange arched its back high, its fur standing on end like a little hedgehog, and let out a sharp, piercing hiss.

The next second, the camera shook violently, and then the screen went black.

It seemed that Shen Que quickly bent down to protect Xiao Ju, but the video recording did not stop.

Chen Su heard Shen Que's cold, menacing voice ring out:

"roll!"

Then came the scolding of the dog owner; one could almost picture his grim and terrifying expression through the screen.

"Are you fucking asking for trouble by walking your dog without a leash?"

The video ends here.

Chen Su stared at the black screen, imagining the chaotic scene and Shen Que's fierce protectiveness, and then thought of Xiao Ju's pitiful appearance with her fur standing on end in fright. She couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She replied: 【Is Xiaoju alright? She must have been terrified. But... you looked so fierce when you were swearing.】 She followed it with a bomb emoji.

Shen Que didn't reply. But Chen Su knew he had seen it.

Besides visiting Xiao Ju on her phone, Chen Su would also make time to go to the villa to see her.

She never goes empty-handed.

Sometimes they were for Xiaoju, snacks she baked herself with dried fish; sometimes they were for Shen Que, small cookies or cakes that she learned to make from her grandmother, plain-looking but delicious.

She still insisted on bringing breakfast for Shen Que every day because she found that if she didn't bring it, Shen Que would most likely not even think about eating breakfast.

Now that Shen Que knows that she bought the breakfast, although he never says anything, he no longer refuses.

Of course, he wasn't just eating for free; occasionally, he would transfer her a sum of money via WeChat that far exceeded the cost of breakfast, with the simple and straightforward note: "[Breakfast]".

Or, sometimes when Chen Su goes to the villa, she will find imported snacks with exquisite packaging that she has never seen before on the table.

When she looked over, Shen Que would simply say, "It was given to me by someone else, it tastes bad, you can take it."

Chen Su would happily accept it, knowing in his heart that this was probably his awkward way of returning the favor.

He was slowly accepting her into his once desolate and heavily guarded territory in a way that he himself might not have even realized.

Under their joint care, Little Orange grew bigger and bigger, becoming increasingly plump and lively. It was also because of this kitten that two people who originally came from different worlds were gradually brought closer together.

The empty villa seemed to have some of its long-standing desolation dispelled by the girl's occasional visits and the presence of the kitten.