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

Afternoon sunlight filters through the lush foliage, casting dappled shadows on the winding pebble path in the back garden of the Lu residence.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees and the moist aroma of earth.

Exquisite trees are arranged in a pleasing manner, and shrubs trimmed into various elegant shapes surround a gushing white marble fountain, where water droplets refract a small rainbow in the sunlight.

Chen Su and Lu Yu strolled side by side, taking a walk to digest their food.

Her skirt occasionally brushed against the meticulously trimmed bushes by the roadside, making a soft rustling sound.

The afternoon was peaceful, with only birdsong and the faint sound of a fountain in the distance.

Remembering the important Li family birthday banquet the day after tomorrow, she slowed her pace, turned her head to look at the silent man beside her, and asked softly, "Brother Yuze, what gift should we give Grandpa Li for his birthday banquet the day after tomorrow? What does Grandpa Li like?"

Lu Yu, with his hands in his trouser pockets and a steady gait, glanced at her sideways upon hearing this, his tone flat and indifferent: "I'll prepare the gift."

They will attend together, and the gift will be given in both their names.

Lu Yu's actions will inevitably win people's hearts, so she doesn't need to worry about him.

This is exactly the answer Chen Su wanted.

She immediately smiled and said in a sweet voice, "Yes! Brother Yuze is the best, he's so thoughtful."

The two walked around the small garden and returned to the main building, where a lazy afternoon drowsiness quietly crept in.

Chen Su followed Lu Yuzhe upstairs naturally and headed towards his bedroom, her manner as familiar as if she were returning to her own room.

Compared to those few days at the manor where we shared a bed almost every night, this simple afternoon nap seemed uneventful and ordinary.

The bedroom was dimly lit with thick blackout curtains drawn.

Lu Yu unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and casually lay down on one side of the bed.

Chen Su also climbed to the other side of the bed and pulled a thin blanket over herself.

The two were standing a short distance apart, and the room fell silent, with only their breathing remaining.

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Chen Su didn't sleep for long; she was only a light sleeper and woke up quickly.

She turned her head and, using the dim light filtering through the curtains, looked at Lu Yuze beside her.

His eyes were closed, his breathing even. His cold, hard features softened slightly in his sleep, but the sense of detachment remained.

Chen Su looked for a few seconds, then gently lifted the covers and got out of bed. Barefoot, she stepped onto the soft carpet and quietly walked out, closing the door behind her.

I glanced at the time; it was almost 5:30.

Faint sounds of laughter and conversation drifted from downstairs; it was Su Wan and Madam Lu enjoying afternoon tea in the living room.

Chen Su walked down the stairs. The living room was filled with the aroma of tea, and various small pastries were placed on exquisite bone china plates.

She walked over, sweetly called out "Aunt Lu," then sat down next to Su Wan, picked up a matcha scone, and ate it in small bites.

"Su Su is awake? Did you sleep well?" Madam Lu asked with a smile.

"Yes, very good." Chen Su nodded, her smile bright.

Just then, the butler's voice came from the doorway, accompanied by a clear and gentle young female voice.

It's Lin Zhixia.

Madam Lu's eyes lit up. She put down her teacup, gently patted Su Wan's hand beside her, and said in a low voice with a hint of excitement, "Wanwan, she's here, she's here. This is the girl."

Upon hearing the sound, Su Wan, with a touch of pure curiosity, followed Madam Lu's gaze.

Chen Su put down the scone in her hand and looked up at the entrance.

Lin Zhixia was wearing a clean reddish-brown plaid cotton shirt, a simple pair of dark blue wide-leg jeans, and canvas shoes.

Her long hair was still tied in a low ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead and eyebrows, and she carried a slightly heavy blue canvas backpack on her shoulder.

She exudes a clean and simple student-like air, yet her delicate features are undeniable.

Upon seeing Mrs. Lu in the living room, as well as a stranger with an extraordinary air about her, Lin Zhixia paused slightly, a polite yet somewhat reserved smile appearing on her face.

She stepped forward and said, "Aunt Lu."

Her gaze shifted to Su Wan and Chen Su, her eyes conveying just the right amount of inquiry and respect, clearly unsure of how to address them.

Mrs. Lu smiled and introduced them to her: "Teacher Lin is here. This is Aunt Chen, and this is Aunt Chen's daughter, Su Su."

Lin Zhixia immediately bowed slightly, her voice clear and polite: "Hello, Aunt Chen, hello, Miss Su Su."

Her voice was gentle and soft, and her demeanor was graceful and poised. Although she dressed simply, she possessed a quiet, scholarly air about her.

Su Wan nodded with a smile, her gaze lingering on Lin's face for a moment, a mixture of scrutiny and observation in her eyes. Her smile was gentle: "Hello, Teacher Lin."

Chen Su also gave a standard social smile and nodded, which was considered a greeting.

"Then I'll go upstairs and tutor Yichuan first."

Lin Zhixia seemed uncomfortable in this kind of setting. After saying hello, she wanted to leave as soon as possible. She bowed slightly to everyone, turned around and walked towards the stairs with her back straight and her steps light.

Watching her go upstairs, Madam Lu picked up her teacup again, looked at Su Wan, and said with a touch of emotion and confirmation, "How is it, Wanwan? Don't you look a bit like the first time I saw you? Especially your eyebrows and the contours of your profile."

Chen Su sat to the side, picked up her teacup, took a sip, and with an innocent and curious smile on her face, interjected, "Really, Auntie? My mother was this beautiful when she was young? I'm so lucky to have seen what my mother looked like when she was young!"

Her tone was sweet and playful, carrying a hint of a daughter's admiration and affection for her mother.

Su Wan was amused by her daughter's words and gently patted her hand reproachfully: "You're so glib."

But her gaze unconsciously drifted towards the stairs, the image of Lin Zhixia's delicate face lingering in her mind.

She picked up her teacup, took an elegant sip, and changed the subject.

Chen Su sat with them for a while, then excused herself and left the living room, saying she had something to do upstairs.

She walked to the door of Lu Yuze's bedroom, hesitated for a moment, and then gently knocked on the door.

"Come in." Lu Yuze's clear voice came from inside, indicating that he was awake as well.

Chen Su pushed open the door and went in.

Lu Yu had already gotten up and was standing by the window, seemingly looking at the scenery outside. He had changed into a dark gray casual T-shirt, which made him look less formal and more casually handsome.

"Awake?" Chen Su walked over and stood beside him.

"Hmm." Lu Yu glanced at her.

The gardener downstairs is pruning the flowers.

Chen Su asked casually, "Brother Yuze, did you see Teacher Lin just now? Aunt Lu said... she looks a bit like Mom when she was young. Do you think so?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yu turned his gaze from the window to her face, his eyes calm and showing no interest in the question. He simply said, "I haven't paid much attention."

Chen Su said "Oh," shrugged, and didn't ask any more questions.

The two chatted for a while, mostly Chen Su talking, while Lu Yu occasionally responded.

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As evening fell, the setting sun bathed the Lu residence in a warm golden glow.

Chen Su accompanied Su Wan to say goodbye to Madam Lu and got into the Rolls-Royce to go home.

The carriage was quiet. Su Wan leaned back in the comfortable leather seat, but seemed somewhat restless.

She took out a small makeup mirror from her handbag and carefully examined her face in the mirror, her fingers unconsciously brushing against her temples.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Chen Su noticed her mother's unusual behavior and leaned closer to ask.

Su Wan put down the mirror, sighed softly, and said with a hint of doubt and concern, "At the Lu family's house just now, your Aunt Lu said I had some gray hair. She looked for me for a long time but couldn't find any, but I don't think I have any. Su Su, can you take a look for me? Here, at my temples, do you really have any?"

She tilted her head slightly, parted some of her hair on the left side, and showed it to Chen Su.

At forty-five years old, Su Wan is well-maintained, with firm skin and jet-black, lustrous hair.

Where is there any trace of white hair?

Chen Su leaned closer, pretending to examine it carefully, then smiled and hugged Su Wan's arm, her tone both confident and affectionate: "No, Mom, not a single gray hair! Aunt Lu must be seeing things, or it's the lighting. Our mom looks so young, she looks like my sister!"

Su Wan chuckled and tapped her forehead: "You're the only one who knows how to make me happy."

She put the mirror away and never mentioned it again.

The car continued forward, and dusk deepened outside the window.

Chen Su leaned on her mother's shoulder, her gaze fixed on the rapidly receding street scene outside the window, the smile on her lips gradually fading.