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

It was quite late when the car entered Yulan.

The ground lights in the courtyard illuminated the neatly trimmed greenery and the silhouette of the cool gray building.

Lu Yu then carried Chen Su out of the car.

She seemed to have cried herself to exhaustion, and without any struggle, she simply buried her face deeply in the crook of his neck.

The damp eyelashes brushed against the skin, bringing a cool sensation.

She was almost too light, like a weightless feather in his arms, only a slight tremor remaining.

Upon entering the villa, he did not turn on the glaring main lights, but only turned on a few ambient lights in the entryway and living room.

The warm yellow light provides sufficient illumination without making the room feel too cold or desolate.

Lu Yu walked straight into the living room and gently placed her on the large sofa.

The genuine leather felt slightly cool, and Chen Su shivered, but instead of lying down, she curled up her legs, hugged her knees, and huddled into a small ball.

She lowered her head, her long hair falling messily down, obscuring most of her face.

Lu Yu stood in front of her, looking down at her for a moment.

Her makeup was completely smudged by tears; her eyeliner was blurred, and her blush and foundation were mixed together, making her look disheveled and pitiful.

He turned around, intending to go to the bathroom to find a clean towel.

As soon as I took a step, I felt a slight but persistent force on the hem of my clothes.

He stopped and turned around.

Chen Su kept her head down, maintaining that self-protective posture, but one hand reached out and tightly gripped the hem of his suit jacket.

His fingers were strained so hard that his knuckles turned white and he trembled slightly.

Lu Yuze's gaze lingered on that hand for a moment, then turned back and knelt down on one knee in front of her.

His gaze met hers, and he reached out, his warm fingers gently lifting her chin, forcing her to look up.

Under the lamplight, her eyes were filled with tears, red and swollen, and the tip of her nose was also red. Her usually bright and beautiful face was now only filled with broken helplessness.

She looked at him, her eyes empty and blank, her lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

"I'll go get a towel," he said, looking at her with a lower voice and more patience than usual, "to wipe your face."

Chen Su's eyelashes trembled, and her gaze finally seemed to focus, landing on his face.

The fingers that were gripping his clothes loosened, one by one, very slowly.

Lu Yu then got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Soon, he returned with a towel soaked in warm water and knelt down in front of her again.

He cupped her face in one hand and held a towel in the other, his movements not particularly gentle, but careful, gently wiping away the smudged makeup and tear stains from her face.

The towel was soft and damp, and it felt comfortable to wipe her skin, but her tears flowed like a broken string of pearls. As soon as one wave was wiped away, a new one would immediately well up, as if the source of her sorrow could not be stopped.

Lu Yu wiped it a few times, but found it was no use, so he simply put the towel down.

He didn't say anything more, but simply reached out and pulled her into his arms, letting her lean against his chest.

"Cry." His deep voice sounded above her head, without impatience or blame, only a calm that was almost indulgent.

This statement is like a permission, and also like a comfort.

Chen Su, who had been suppressing her emotions all the way, finally found a safer outlet.

She didn't burst into tears; instead, she lay on his broad, warm chest, her shoulders trembling slightly as she let out suppressed, intermittent sobs, her tears quickly soaking the fabric of his expensive suit.

Lu Yu didn't say anything more, but simply held her firmly with one arm and patted her back rhythmically with the other, as if comforting a frightened child.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Su's crying gradually turned into low sobs.

She nestled against his chest, her voice muffled and heavy with a nasal tone:

"Brother Yuze..." she choked back tears, her voice broken, "I have no parents anymore... I have no home anymore..."

Lu Yu continued patting her back. He didn't immediately refute her pessimistic conclusion, but simply adjusted his position to make her more comfortable and secure in his arms before slowly saying:

"Su Wan just said that you will always be their daughter." His voice was steady and exceptionally clear in the quiet living room. "Chen Zonghan didn't deny it either."

He paused, as if giving her time to process what he was saying, "They raised you for twenty years, Su Su. These twenty years of feelings and memories cannot be erased with a mere piece of white paper."

He felt the person in his arms stiffen slightly.

"Blood ties are a natural bond, but the years of living together, the feelings accumulated day and night, the dependence and habits built up are another, more complex bond. Part of their pain today is precisely because they don't know how to face you, how to balance this relationship that has been suddenly overturned."

His fingers unconsciously ran through her long, loose hair. "This doesn't mean they're abandoning you or don't love you."

Chen Su's crying gradually subsided, but she nestled even closer to him, as if absorbing the warmth and certainty in his words.

Lu Yu continued, "As for you, your surname is Chen, you grew up in the Chen family, you received the education and resources of the Chen family, you have the identity of a daughter of the Chen family, and all the social relationships, perspectives, knowledge, and even temperament and preferences that come with it... These are all part of you, the imprints left on your life over the past twenty years, which no one can take away."

He lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms.

Her face was still wet with tears, her eyes were glistening, and her eyelashes were clumped together as she looked up at him.

He reached out and gently pinched her soft cheek with his fingertips. The pressure was light, but it carried a sense of reassurance.

"So, you do have a home," he concluded, looking calmly into her eyes. "It's just that there's one more person in this home. It takes time to adapt and adjust, that's all."

Chen Su seemed to have taken it to heart.

She stopped crying, sniffed, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Then... Brother Yuze, what... should I do from now on?"

Lu Yuze's lips curved slightly upwards, a faint smile.

"First," he said calmly and clearly, "accept the facts. The paternity test report is true, and it's also true that Lin Zhixia is the Chen family's biological daughter. There's no point in running away or denying it."

This time, Chen Su did not refute him as passionately as she had at the Chen family villa.

Under his calm gaze, she slowly nodded.

"Secondly," Lu Yu continued, his tone resolute, "your identity and status in the Chen family, as well as your engagement to me, will not change in the future. The Chen family will not change."

He looked at her, his eyes deep, "And I won't allow it either."

"Lin Zhixia's return needs to be handled properly, but this doesn't conflict with you being a daughter of the Chen family and my fiancée. The Chen family has the ability and must handle this matter well, finding a balance that both daughters can accept. What you need to do is cooperate and adapt, not resist and be afraid."

"Finally," Lu Yuze's voice softened, carrying a guiding tone, "think about what you want, Su Su."

His gaze was fixed on her. "What is it that you're afraid of losing? Is it the title of the Chen family's heiress and the luxurious life it brings, or the love of Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen, and the home you know so well?"

He paused, giving her time to think, "Or, perhaps both?"

Chen Su was stunned by his question.

The previous panic was like a monstrous wave, instantly overwhelming all reason. I felt as if the ground beneath my feet was collapsing, and I was about to fall into the abyss with nothing left.

His calm question at this moment seemed to have opened a crack in the murky fear.

She discovered that what was surging deep within her heart seemed to be the latter more.

What she truly feared was losing Su Wan's gentle embrace, Chen Zonghan's loving gaze, the home filled with all her laughter, tears, secrets, and reliance from childhood, and the profound parental love she had long taken for granted.

As for those halos and material possessions... she probably knew subconsciously that with Lu Yuze around, his very existence was enough to stabilize most of her situation.

Chen Su reached out her slightly trembling hand and grabbed his shirt at the chest, the fabric crumpling in her palm.

She spoke, her voice soft yet clear and firm: "I don't want to leave Mom and Dad..." She paused, her gaze fixed on him, "...and I don't want to leave you either, Brother Yuze."

Lu Yu looked at her, a low chuckle escaping his throat.

He raised his hand and placed it on the back of her hand, which was gripping his shirt.

His large, warm palm completely enveloped her slightly cool fingers.

"Then we won't leave."

His tone was calm and composed; he simply tightened his grip on her hand and said, "Be a good Chen Su, be a good fiancée. I'll handle the rest."