After Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Cold Film Queen - Chapter 19.2
However, matters of love have always been personal, like drinking water—only the drinker knows if it’s hot or cold.
Perhaps Zhu Songning was quite enjoying it.
Fourth floor.
Old Madam Shen’s room was a highly independent and serene space, antique in style, with all the furniture made of high-quality wood. The faint scent of wood was mixed with a hint of incense smoke.
The butler helped the Old Madam to the door and then left, leaving only Shen Qingyu to follow her inside.
Passing the bedroom, there was a hidden door. When opened, it revealed a small Buddhist shrine. The black walls made the Guanyin statue look benevolent and peaceful.
Guanyin held a clean vase and a willow branch, standing on a lotus base. A vase of sweet dew offered salvation to those who called upon her.
Shen Qingyu looked up, quietly gazing at the Guanyin statue, and heard a voice, old but resonant: “Kneel.”
Her knees met the cold prayer cushion.
The cushion looked like it had been used for a long time; the indentations on it were quite noticeable.
Old Madam Shen lightly closed her eyes: “Do you know why I am punishing you again?”
Shen Qingyu’s spine was straight, her tone sarcastic: “It doesn’t matter. You’ve punished me quite a lot over the years, and it’s not like there’s always a reason.”
“No, every time I punish you, there is a reason.”
The Old Madam retrieved a cane from the cabinet beside her.
“Why did you suddenly get married?”
“Why that particular child?”
“…”
Shen Qingyu did not speak.
“I watched you grow up. Do you think I don’t know what’s on your mind?”
The cane struck her palm, and the plain white palm immediately turned bright red.
The red marks on Shen Qingyu’s hand were as vivid as the band-aid.
After more than ten continuous strikes, sweat soon beaded on her forehead. Old Madam Shen looked at her hand, found the sight of it too jarring, and the sight of the little red heart on her fingertip made her breathing quicken.
She threw the cane to the ground.
The old, time-worn object broke apart on the floor with a harsh sound.
“I punish you because your intentions are impure, and the methods you use are too dirty.”
Old Madam Shen’s chest rose and fell rapidly, the Buddhist beads in her hand spinning quickly.
“Do you really think I’m old and know nothing? Three years ago, why did you suddenly shift your work focus from abroad to home?”
“Why did you suddenly buy property next to Yuanhe Entertainment? Who is there that makes it worth you gazing out that window every single day for three years without fail?”
“When you set your sights on that child, didn’t she still have a girlfriend and hadn’t broken up yet?”
“…” Shen Qingyu didn’t respond, only saying flatly, “They had already broken up when we got together.”
Old Madam Shen didn’t expect her to still argue and angrily cursed:
“Absurd! How could the Shen family produce an unworthy daughter like you!”
“Then I’ll ask you one last question—”
The Old Madam let out a long, heavy breath, her murky eyes looking down at Shen Qingyu, who was kneeling before the Bodhisattva.
“Zhu Songning, did she marry you voluntarily?”
“Qingyu, is your marriage truly born of love?”
Shen Qingyu’s swollen palm tightened suddenly, her long fingernails digging into the red, swollen flesh.
Old Madam Shen’s cloth shoes stepped on the broken pieces of the cane.
“‘All phenomenal existence is illusory. If all forms are seen as formless, then the Tathagata is seen.’ From today onward, I will no longer guide you. Go walk your own path.”
Behind her, the door to the small Buddhist shrine was heavily closed. In the dim little space, only the faint yellow light of the back lamp remained, illuminating the compassionate face of the Guanyin, who was looking down at all beings with lowered eyes.
In front of the tall Guanyin statue, Shen Qingyu, her white hair scattered behind her, knelt for a long time. Yet, she felt no peace in her heart.
It was a pity she didn’t believe in the Gods and Buddhas of the heavens.
The Bodhisattvas fear the cause, but she only cares about the effect.
The person she cares about must be firmly grasped in her palm.
Shen Qingyu was in the Buddhist shrine past dinner time before the old butler opened the door and came in to help her stand up.
Shen Qingyu avoided her helping hand, propping herself up with the good hand, and slowly rose to her feet.
The moment she stood up, she felt her body sway, and her knees ached. They must be bruised.
Luckily, she wore a long skirt today, so Zhu Songning couldn’t see.
She thought to herself.
Last night, with such a small wound on her finger, the little dog made a huge fuss. If she saw the wounds on her knees, wouldn’t she be completely panicky?
She couldn’t handle the fuss of a young child.
Taking the ice pack handed to her by the butler, she held it tightly in her palm. Soon, the frightening marks from the cane faded considerably, at least to the naked eye.
Only the band-aid, after a day, had become loose and precarious.
“Miss, let me change that for you.”
The butler noticed the damaged band-aid on her finger and offered to help.
“No need.”
Shen Qingyu took a piece of clear tape and wrapped it around the band-aid once more before leaving the room and heading downstairs.
The door to her bedroom on the second floor had not been repaired yet. In the stairwell, she immediately saw Shen Qingmu leaning against the railing.
“You finally came down.” Shen Qingmu sighed in relief when she saw her. “I just managed to coax your Alpha back into the room. She hadn’t seen you all day and was about to tear this house apart!”
Shen Qingmu was still traumatized: “Go on, soothe your Alpha. Your door isn’t fixed anyway, so you two can continue tonight!”
Before Shen Qingyu could react, she felt a burst of strength from Shen Qingmu, pushing her directly into another room on the second floor. Shen Qingmu even thoughtfully closed the door.
She made eye contact with Zhu Songning, who was lying on the bed inside, looking at her expectantly.
Shen Qingyu: “…………”
She truly is her biological sister.
She shows no mercy when messing with her.
Shen Qingyu braced herself and walked over, but Zhu Songning didn’t ask where she had been all day or what she had done. Instead, she pressed her ear to her stomach.
Shen Qingyu: “…? A temporary mark won’t lead to pregnancy.”
“W-what are you thinking!”
Zhu Songning’s face immediately flushed bright red, and she jumped away like a bouncing machine.
“I was just listening to see if your stomach was growling.”
“You didn’t come down for dinner tonight, so I was checking if you were hungry.”
Shen Qingyu was taken aback by Zhu Songning’s sudden move: “So, did you hear anything?”
Zhu Songning: “Of—of course!”
She was lying.
She actually didn’t hear anything.
She just felt that Shen Qingyu’s stomach was soft and very comfortable.
When her ear was pressed against it, her heart was beating fast.
So nervous.
“You must be hungry. I heard your stomach rumbling.”
Zhu Songning nodded with certainty.
“It might also be our baby calling.”
Zhu Songning was shocked: “Ah?”
Really?
She had only been in the AB0 world for three years and wasn’t entirely familiar with many basic AB0 biological facts, especially about Omegas.
She wasn’t well-read, so don’t trick her.
Shen Qingyu: “It’s fake.”
She just said a temporary mark won’t lead to pregnancy!
After teasing her, Shen Qingyu continued the earlier topic: “But even if I’m hungry, there’s no food available now.”
In the Shen family’s old house, meals are served at fixed times, and if you miss the time, you go hungry.
Zhu Songning mysteriously put her index finger to her lips, shushing her.
The next second, her phone rang.
“Hello? Ah? You’re here? Immediately, immediately. Aim carefully!”
Zhu Songning crooked her neck to hold the phone, took out a long pole from some corner of the room, with a basket hanging at the bottom, opened the window, and lowered it.
Looking down through the open window, Shen Qingyu saw a yellow figure outside their wall, next to her electric scooter.
Zhu Songning slowly reeled in the long pole.
She took the basket down, and inside was clearly a takeaway bag.
The Alpha skillfully tore open the takeaway packaging with one hand while profusely thanking the person on the other end of the phone: “Sis, don’t worry, this high-difficulty, high-risk order gets you a five-star review, absolutely.”
Shen Qingyu: “Haha.”
This was the first time she felt the Shen family’s security system needed an upgrade.
She turned to look at the “little thief” in her house who was diligently “committing a crime.” She suddenly felt the knot in her heart loosen, and she softly laughed.
“So clever.”
Shen Qingyu lightly tapped Zhu Songning’s head.
“Where do you come up with so many mischievous ideas?”
“Little tricks you only learn after going to school,” Zhu Songning proudly puffed out her chest, her eyes blinking skillfully. “I have years of history of underground goods transactions with the convenience store owner.”
Tearing open the takeaway bag, a strong aroma instantly wafted out.
It was wontons.
Nimbly pulling out a spoon from the bag, Zhu Songning handed it to her: “Trust me, this one, from Qilixiang, it’s su-su-super delicious!”
Winter is the season for hot soup!
The wontons looked thin-skinned and generously filled, floating like individual flowers in the white broth. The soup also had scattered seaweed and was topped with oil-green chopped scallions.
One has to admit that Zhu Songning had quite the talent for exploring delicious takeaway food. Shen Qingyu looked at the bowl of wontons on the table and actually felt a pang of hunger.
Just as she was about to reach out for the spoon, Zhu Songning suddenly snatched it back nervously.
“I forgot you have a hand injury.”
Zhu Songning hadn’t forgotten that she was the reason the injury on her finger had worsened last night and still felt guilty.
“How about this, I’ll feed you!”
She held the spoon, gently scooped up the plumpest-looking wonton, blew on it, and then held it out to Shen Qingyu’s mouth.
Zhu Songning: “Ah—”
Shen Qingyu was annoyed: “I can eat by myself—”
Opening her mouth, she angrily bit off the plump wonton in one go.
Shen Qingyu originally thought Zhu Songning would feed her a few to make a point; she still had one good hand she could use.
Who knew Zhu Songning seemed to have flipped a magical switch? She was extremely enthusiastic about feeding her, offering one after another, and looking at her with expectant, puppy dog eyes.
Shen Qingyu felt like she was playing one of those WeChat mini-games, endlessly challenged by the little Zhu player. As she chewed, her movements felt mechanical.
—Open mouth, close mouth, chew.
Soon, she felt full.
Shen Qingyu reluctantly pushed her away: “I really can’t eat anymore.”
“Just one last one.” Zhu Songning looked at her expectantly. “You’re too thin. It must be because you don’t eat enough.”
“Don’t worry, with me here, I’ll definitely feed you until you’re plump and chubby.”
Shen Qingyu: “!”
Help!
She’s a celebrity!
How could she appear on camera if she was plump and chubby?!
Is this Zhu Songning actually sent by heaven to be her bane?!
“I really can’t do it!”
Shen Qingyu strictly refused. Zhu Songning stared at her lips for a few seconds, then regretfully moved her gaze away, picked up the bowl herself, and finished the remaining majority of the bowl.
Both of their stomachs were now rounded.
Zhu Songning brushed her teeth, lay down, and loudly exclaimed: “Delicious!”
Shen Qingyu: “Mhm.”
Shen Qingyu lay quietly beside her, turning to face her: “So, how did you know so many good places to eat?”
The wontons Zhu Songning bought were surprisingly good.
Zhu Songning was a little embarrassed by her sparkling eyes: “It wasn’t that hard, really. It’s just that I used to order a lot of takeout and then pretend I made it myself at home to feed to Lu Conghuan…”
After she finished speaking, she suddenly realized what she had just said and quickly covered her mouth.
“Let me explain…”
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Almost the moment she heard the name “Lu Conghuan,” Shen Qingyu’s face immediately froze over, like a layer of ice a thousand years thick, looking incredibly terrifying.
After a long silence, Zhu Songning was about to explain further, but heard Shen Qingyu say with a cold face: “Shut up.”
Zhu Songning trembled beside her.
“How about I go sleep in another room…”
She anxiously hugged the pillow, ready to leave, but her wrist was firmly grabbed by Shen Qingyu.
Shen Qingyu seemed to be in a very bad mood, yet she patiently asked: “Where are you going?”
“To the next room…”
“The next room is my original bedroom. The door was just kicked down by you yesterday.”
“Then an upstairs guest room…”
“No.” Shen Qingyu applied pressure to her hand, pulling the person back to her side. “Why go to another room?”
Zhu Songning’s phone rang at the opportune moment.
She felt a moment of relief.
“I’ll take the call!”
Picking up the phone and seeing the name displayed on the screen, she instantly felt plunged into an ice cellar.
—”Lu Conghuan.”
It’s over!
Why is it her!
Why would Lu Conghuan call her at this hour?
Doesn’t she know that a good ex should be like they’re dead?!
She truly couldn’t wash her hands clean of this even if she jumped into the Yellow River now!
What could she do to make Shen Qingyu believe that she really wasn’t hung up on Lu Conghuan and that all those past actions were only because of the task given by the system!!
Shen Qingyu saw the name on her phone at a glance and sneered.
“Going to another room to catch up with your ex-girlfriend?”
Zhu Songning’s phone was snatched away by her.
“Do you want to have a good chat right in front of your current wife? Don’t you think that would be more stimulating?”
Zhu Songning saw her finger about to press down, hovering at a very small distance.
With no time to think, she suddenly lunged and tackled Shen Qingyu, who was holding her phone high, trying to reach for it. Her head pressed down onto her.
Something felt slightly wrong.
Soft, warm, like something lightly bumped against her face.
Zhu Songning was stunned, then instantly realized what it was, and her whole body stiffened, panicking and at a loss, she subconsciously opened her mouth, and accidentally bit down.
The air seemed to solidify into a thin mist.
A soft, moist touch came from above. Shen Qingyu’s eyes widened, unfocused. Her entire body felt electrified, her waist instantly went weak, and her toes curled tightly.
In Zhu Songning’s eyes, she was like a peach that had ripened to the point of turning to mush.
“Ngh—”
Shen Qingyu’s hand trembled, and she answered the call.
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