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

Over the next few days, Chen Su buried all her emotions deep inside and behaved unusually obediently.

Lu Yu did not restrict her freedom; she could still go out, visit the Chen family, or have small gatherings with friends.

However, wherever she went, the Maybach and the taciturn driver were always by her side.

Chen Su deliberately tested the waters once by having the driver take her to the airport.

The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his eyes lowered, and his tone respectful yet uncompromising as he reminded her, "Ms. Chen, Mr. Lu instructed that no matter where you go—whether to the train station, the airport, or book a hotel or inn—as long as the relevant system recognizes your identity information, Mr. Lu will be notified immediately."

This is Lu Yuze's driver, and also one of his most loyal eyes.

Chen Su's heart sank.

This is not simple tracking; it is a near-inescapable surveillance network.

Lu Yuze's power was far greater than she had imagined; his influence was so vast that she had nowhere to hide.

In his presence, she seemed to be nothing more than a carefully raised canary, its wings tethered by invisible threads, unable to escape the magnificent cage he controlled.

Chen Su listened in silence, her face showing no sign of distress, and calmly told the driver to turn around and go back.

She stopped mentioning sleeping in separate rooms, and the resistance in her eyes was gradually replaced by an almost numb calm.

During the day, she would still go back to the Chen family home to accompany Su Wan in flower arranging, listen to Chen Zonghan tell interesting stories about the business world, and drink tea and go shopping.

Her speech and behavior were no different from usual, even more gentle and proper. However, there was a hint of caution and observation in the depths of her beautiful eyes that was not easily noticed.

Back in Yulan at night, she would obediently respond to Lu Yuze's affection.

He kissed her, and she slightly parted her lips; he embraced her, and she quietly nestled against him.

However, the response lacked the former lively coquettishness and even the genuine emotional fluctuations, replaced by an almost wooden calm and obedience.

It resembles a beautiful porcelain doll that has lost its soul.

Lu Yu took in all the changes in her.

The calmer and more compliant she was, the darker the shadow in his eyes grew. Beneath the satisfaction of being in control of everything, a deeper, indescribable restlessness arose.

He would rather see her previous coquettishness tinged with a little calculation or her occasional outburst of temper than see her like this now, like a stagnant pool drained of all life, so calm that it made him feel... out of control.

Chen Su was also observing discreetly.

She noticed that Lu Yu had recently stopped interrogating her about her daytime activities and experiences in the evenings as meticulously as before.

But this does not mean he has let his guard down.

On the contrary, this may mean that his control has penetrated to a deeper level, no longer requiring confirmation through verbal questioning.

The driver's words are proof of this.

It would be a pipe dream for her to escape successfully by herself, evading the omnipresent eyes and ears and the inescapable surveillance network.

She needed an opportunity, a helper, a... loophole that Lu Yuze couldn't see.

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The opportunity arose at an ordinary business charity reception.

The Lu family was one of the organizers of this reception, and Lu Yuzhe and Chen Su were naturally among the invited guests, and were the focus of much attention.

Chen Su changed into the champagne-colored floor-length gown that Lu Yu had prepared for her, and wore a matching set of diamond jewelry. Her makeup was exquisite.

Holding Lu Yuze's arm, she gracefully entered the magnificent banquet hall.

She wore a perfect smile as she met the envious or inquisitive gazes from all sides.

Lu Yu was busy socializing with several important political and business figures, but even during their conversations, his gaze would always seem to linger on her through the crowd.

Midway through the party, glasses clinked and voices rang out.

Chen Su felt a tightness in her chest; the feeling of being constantly watched made it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She made an excuse, saying she needed to touch up her makeup, and temporarily left the main hall, heading towards the relatively quiet restroom.

The long corridor was covered with thick carpets, which absorbed all the sound of footsteps.

Distracted, she walked quickly with her head down, and unexpectedly bumped into a person carrying a wine glass as he hurried past at the corner.

"Tsk." The other person let out a light, dissatisfied snort. A familiar voice, tinged with the usual sarcasm, rang out, "Chen Su, what do you need those eyes for? To vent your anger?"

Chen Su staggered from the impact and instinctively wanted to apologize, but when she looked up, she saw who it was.

It's Lu Yichuan.

He was wearing a striking pink suit, his brows furrowed, looking at his sleeve with a pained expression as he saw a little wine spilled on it.

The "I'm sorry" that was on the tip of her tongue got stuck in her throat, turning into silence.

She simply raised her eyes and looked at him with a somewhat blank expression.

His face appeared somewhat pale under the slightly cold lighting of the corridor.

Lu Yichuan had originally wanted to say a few more sarcastic remarks, but seeing her absent-minded and pale face, he changed his mind. Although his tone was still impatient, it was now more inquisitive: "Hey, what's wrong? You look so pale?"

Chen Su did not answer immediately.

She quickly glanced around to make sure no one was nearby. There was an inconspicuous little door at the end of the corridor, which seemed to be a room where miscellaneous items and cleaning supplies were stored.

She suddenly reached out and grabbed Lu Yichuan's sleeve tightly.

Lu Yichuan was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

Chen Su didn't say anything, but forcefully pulled him toward that small room.

Lu Yichuan was confused and stumbled a couple of steps as she pulled him along, but he didn't shake her off. He let her pull him along and followed her as if possessed.

Chen Su quickly opened the small door. The space inside was cramped, filled with cleaning tools and an unopened box of tissues, and dimly lit.

She pushed Lu Yichuan inside, then slipped in herself, closed the door behind her, and locked it from the inside.

"Chen Su, what are you up to? You're acting all sneaky..." Lu Yichuan was a little confused by her series of actions. He frowned and looked at her through the dim light coming through the crack in the door.

Chen Su leaned against the cold door panel and turned to face him.

In the dim light, her face appeared even paler, yet it also carried a sense of vulnerability and unease.

Only those eyes, glistening with tears from intense emotion, stared directly at Lu Yichuan.

"Lu Yichuan." Her voice was soft, with a slight tremor, yet clear, "I beg you... to help me."

The nonchalant look on Lu Yichuan's face vanished instantly, and his expression slowly turned serious.

He had known Chen Su for so many years, they had argued, fought, and teased each other, but he had never seen her speak to him with such eyes and such a tone.

Almost humble, with a desperate plea.

"What happened?" he asked in a deep voice, taking a step forward to get closer to her. "My brother... he bullied you?"

Chen Su nodded, then immediately shook her head vigorously, tears streaming down her face without warning.

"Lu Yuze... he's too controlling, I can't stand it anymore, I really can't stand it..."

Her voice choked with sobs, filled with suppressed pain, "I have to leave. If I stay any longer... I'm really going to go crazy. Lu Yichuan, please help me, don't tell him, okay?"

She raised her tear-filled eyes and stared intently at him: "I know he's your brother... If you feel uncomfortable and don't want to help me, that's okay... Just pretend I didn't say anything today, and I won't blame you..."

The final note had a suppressed sob in it.

In the quiet, narrow space, it appeared especially pitiful and helpless.

Lu Yichuan frowned deeply.

Looking at her red, tear-filled eyes and her unprecedented vulnerability, a part of his heart was clenched painfully.

Reason told him that he shouldn't get involved in this mess, and he shouldn't meddle in his brother's affairs.

But looking at Chen Su, who was almost broken, he just couldn't bring himself to say the word of refusal.

He remained silent, seemingly engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

The storage room was so quiet that you could hear each other's suppressed breathing.

Finally, he heard himself speak, his voice a little hoarse, "...How can I help?"

Chen Su's eyes lit up instantly, as if she had seen a glimmer of light in a deep pool of despair.

She raised her hand and hastily wiped away the tears on her face, took a small step forward urgently, and spoke faster but still kept her voice down.

"Thank you, Lu Yichuan! Thank you so much... I need a new identity, a new identity whose details he can't trace. And an anonymous, unregistered phone card. You have many friends and connections, you must... you must be able to get them, right?"

As she spoke, she hurriedly lowered her head and, in a flustered manner, removed a platinum and diamond bracelet from her slender wrist.

The bracelet is exquisitely designed, reflecting subtle glimmers of light even in dim lighting.

This was one of the birthday gifts Su Wan gave her on her eighteenth birthday, and it held great significance for her.

She slipped the still-warm bracelet into Lu Yichuan's palm.

The cold diamonds were digging into his skin.

"I need cash. No cards, no transfers, nothing that leaves a trace. Here... take this and try to exchange it for cash. Or, you can lend me some; I promise I'll pay you back!"

Faint sounds of laughter and footsteps could be heard outside the door, as if someone was walking this way.

time is limited.

Chen Su nervously glanced down at her phone, then suddenly looked up at Lu Yichuan one last time.

That look was complex and hard to decipher, a mixture of a final plea, a desperate determination, and a trace of trust that she herself might not even be aware of.

Without saying another word, she turned around, gently opened the door latch, quickly slipped out of the storage room, and gently closed the door behind her. Her footsteps soon disappeared at the other end of the corridor.

In the cramped and dimly lit storage room, only Lu Yichuan remained.

He stood there, motionless, with the platinum bracelet, still warm from her body and faintly fragrant, lying in his palm. The brilliance of the diamonds stung his eyes.

He looked down at the bracelet, his gaze deep and his face expressionless, only his tightly pursed lips betraying the turmoil within him.

More than ten minutes passed until there was absolutely no sound outside.

He raised his hand, tugged at his bow tie with some annoyance, and then carefully straightened the cuffs of his suit that Chen Su had just messed up.

Then, he gripped the bracelet tightly in his palm, the metal edge digging painfully into his hand.

He opened the door and walked out of the stuffy, dark storage room, stepping back into the dazzling, glamorous world outside.

The bright, glaring hallway lights made him squint slightly.

As a child, he spent even longer and darker times alone in that cluttered storage room filled with old things.

These last ten minutes or so seem... nothing compared to what happened back then.