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

When Chen Su arrived at the hotel room, she locked the door and carefully checked the door chain and windows. After confirming that it was safe, she slid down against the cold door panel as if all her strength had been drained, and let out a long breath.

The thick carpet on the floor silently absorbed her exhaustion.

In the cramped space, only the low hum of the air conditioner could be heard.

She took off her reversible coat, retrieved the document bag and paper package hidden in her underwear, and placed them on the table for inventory.

The amount of cash was more than she had expected, enough to last her for a while.

She stared at the indifferent ID photo of "Li Ling" for a moment, then carefully put it away.

Stepping into the bathroom, the hot water washed away the dust and pretense of the journey.

The mirror was blurred by the steam. She raised her hand and wiped away the fog to reveal a clear area. She saw the dark foundation fading and spreading under the hot water, revealing her originally fair and delicate skin, though there were tired dark circles under her eyes.

After changing into the disposable bathrobe provided by the hotel, she walked out of the bathroom and threw herself onto the clean bed.

The mattress wasn't very soft, and the pillow was a bit too high, but the moment she sank into it, a strange feeling gripped her.

peaceful.

Here, there is none of the suffocating luxury and carefully maintained harmony of the Chen family villa, none of Su Wan's complex, hesitant gaze, none of Chen Zonghan's seemingly deliberate concern, and none of Chen Zhixia's quiet yet undeniable presence.

No... Lu Yuze.

Without his deep eyes that seemed to see through everything yet held her captive, without his breath that was sometimes gentle and sometimes imposing, without his words and kisses that carried warning and possessive intent.

This small, unfamiliar hotel room, this tiny space, these fleeting moments, belong entirely to her alone.

Without the burdens of past identities, without the coercion of future fate, there is only this moment, an utterly exhausted body and a soul that can temporarily catch its breath, free from pretense.

The nerves, which had been taut for so long and were almost about to break, finally dared to relax a little at this moment.

What followed was an overwhelming, bone-deep exhaustion.

When did this exhausting life begin?

It seems that from the moment the paternity test was discovered, the fear of being abandoned followed her like a shadow. Even though she tried to maintain a facade of everything, that shadow never truly dissipated.

Then came Lu Yuze... His approach, his control, his seemingly indulgent yet actually relentlessly pressing tenderness, silently squeezed her already precarious world to the point of almost suffocation.

Now, they've finally escaped.

Leaving that glamorous yet dangerous cage, even if the future is uncertain, even if it's just a brief respite, is enough for her to greedily take a deep breath of the air of freedom.

Chen Su closed her eyes, and her consciousness quickly sank into darkness.

Chen Su slept unexpectedly peacefully and deeply.

In her dream, she was still Su Wan and Chen Zonghan's only daughter, growing up carefree in a greenhouse filled with sunshine and love.

In my dream, Lu Yuze was not there.

In a blurry scene from a cocktail party, he seemed to walk past her expressionlessly, dressed in a suit and tie, with a cold and aloof demeanor, like an insignificant stranger.

Their gazes never met, like two parallel lines, each extending into an unrelated distance.

_

When I woke up the next day, it was already bright outside, but the sunlight was blocked by the heavy curtains, and only a hazy light could be seen through.

Chen Su tried to sit up, but felt dizzy and heavy, as if filled with lead. Her throat was dry and sore, and she felt cold all over.

She raised her hand to touch her forehead, which was burning hot to the touch.

I have a fever.

I guess it was because of the bumpy ride yesterday, which left me exhausted, and I might have caught a chill after taking a shower last night.

She struggled to her feet, her whole body aching and weak.

My gaze swept across the room and fell on the landline phone on the bedside table.

She moved closer, picked up the phone, her fingers trembling slightly, and dialed the front desk number.

Her voice was terribly hoarse: "Hello... is this the front desk? I... room 1218, I'm not feeling well, I think I have a cold... could you... please bring some cold medicine up? Thank you..."

After hanging up the phone, she leaned against the headboard, her eyelids drooping heavily, almost falling asleep again.

I don't know how much time passed, but I vaguely heard a rhythmic knocking sound on the door.

She struggled to get off the bed, her steps unsteady, and walked to the door, holding onto the wall, and opened it.

A kind-looking middle-aged waitress in a hotel uniform stood outside the door, holding a tray in her hand.

On the tray was a small, transparent medicine bag containing a few common white pills, and next to it was a bowl of steaming white porridge.

"Miss, here is your medicine. Seeing that you're not feeling well, I also asked the kitchen to cook some porridge for you. Drink some while it's hot to warm your stomach," the waiter said gently.

Chen Su was stunned for a moment, a bittersweet warmth welling up in her heart. She thanked him softly and took the tray.

She closed the door, slowly finished the bowl of light yet warm white porridge, and then took the medicine as instructed.

The medicine took effect quickly, and mixed with her physical discomfort and fatigue, she fell into a deep sleep again.

This time, sleep was no longer peaceful.

Perhaps it was the effect of the medication, or perhaps the subconscious fear had not truly dissipated.

She dreamed of Lu Yuze again.

In my dream, his handsome yet cold face was close at hand, his amber eyes dark and unfathomable.

He approached step by step, his eyes filled with obsession and a hint of anger.

His voice was low and menacing, uttering each word with a hint of gritted teeth:

"Chen Su, I should have locked you up."

"...so that you can never leave my sight again."

"Don't even think about leaving again..."

In her dream, she was trembling with fear.

"No...no..."

She struggled, cried out, and tears streamed down her face.

And then I seemed to hear him sigh softly.

_

I woke up again to the sound of continuous knocking on the door.

She opened her eyes abruptly, her heart still pounding from the nightmare, a layer of cold sweat on her forehead, dampening the hair at her temples.

I was stunned for a few seconds before I realized it was just a dream.

The room was dimly lit, with only a few rays of evening light filtering through the gaps in the curtains.

Thankfully... it was just a dream.

She raised her hand to touch her forehead; the fever seemed to have subsided a bit, and she was no longer so cold, but she still felt weak.

My throat is still very dry.

Just then, the knocking sounded again.

Chen Su struggled to get up, and this time she felt a little better than before.

The door opened, and there was the same middle-aged waiter.

She was carrying another tray, this time with a glass of warm water, a small bag of medicine, a simple meal of rice in a disposable container, and two light stir-fries.

"Miss, are you feeling better? It's time to take your medicine. I also brought you some dinner; you'll need energy to eat something."

The waiter smiled and handed her the tray, his eyes filled with genuine concern.

Chen Su accepted it, a gentle warmth welling up in her heart. In this completely unfamiliar city, this small act of kindness from a stranger felt especially precious.

"Thank you so much..." she said, her voice still a little hoarse, expressing her sincere gratitude.

"It's nothing, it's my duty. Please get some rest and recover soon." The waiter waved his hand, adding before leaving, "Just remember to give me a five-star review!"

Chen Su was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, her heavy mood seemingly lightened a little.

She nodded vigorously: "Definitely. Five stars."

As the door closed, Chen Su looked at the warm food and medicine in her hands. The string in her heart, which had been taut again because of the nightmare, seemed to be soothed a little by this subtle warmth.