After Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Cold Film Queen - Chapter 27

Shen Qingyu, on the other side, was racking her brain.

Why did Zhu Songning suddenly start talking to her about romantic, artistic things?

Could it be that she was secretly a literary, melancholic girl at heart?

She beckoned to her manager, who was in the back seat of the car.

“Do me a favor.”

Shen Qingyu spoke with great seriousness.

Seeing that Zhu Songning was no longer falling for her “seduction” tactic, she had to change her approach.

She needed to switch from a physical offensive to an emotional one, “attacking the heart.”

The manager quickly leaned in, waiting for her next instruction.

He was a little excited.

Could it be that his boss was finally planning to start accepting scripts and filming again?

It looked like the entertainment industry was in for another shake-up!

Shen Qingyu: “Help me go and buy a few literary books. The kind that talk about ‘wind’ and ‘snow,’ buy them all for me.”

Manager: “……When did you become interested in these?”

The sun outside the window was almost completely obscured by the snow, leaving only a hint of brassy golden light, which gently illuminated the world, scattering onto the flying white snow.

Shen Qingyu tilted her head. As one of the entertainment industry’s “goddess of beauty,” her looks were undoubtedly top-tier.

What was more unique was her characteristic coldness.

Her long eyelashes and high nose cast shadows on her fair skin.

The manager looked at her eyes, which were usually distant and cold, and which now seemed to be softened by the warm sunlight outside the car window.

The expression on her face instantly seemed to be infused with endless vitality; even her pale complexion flushed with excitement.

“It’s not that I’m interested,” a hint of cunning, bright light flashed in Shen Qingyu’s eyes, “I’m just pursuing a young person.”

“I’m currently troubled over how to win her favor.”

Ignoring the manager’s incredulous gaze, Shen Qingyu rested her hands on her chin and turned her head to look out at the sky.

A little bit of snow and a little bit of sunlight were reflected in her pitch-black pupils.

She didn’t mind Zhu Songning’s temporary rejection, because as long as the person was still by her side, it was far from being irreparable.

If a straight line couldn’t reach the destination, what harm was there in taking a detour?

Failure or pride—she didn’t care.

She would always find a way to resolve it; every obstacle lying between them would be patiently swept away.

One day, she would firmly hold her sun in the palm of her hand.

The limited-edition purple supercar ultimately failed to drive successfully onto the set of Youth Trainee 2. Instead, it stopped in a secluded corner not far away.

Zhu Songning frantically blocked Shen Qingmu’s terrifying idea of driving the car around the set a few times with her.

“No, no, no… Sis!” Zhu Songning covered her forehead in distress. “It’s too ostentatious…”

“Don’t be so tasteless. Do you really not want more people to appreciate its beauty?”

Shen Qingmu’s hand trembled on the steering wheel, stars twinkling in her eyes, her tone filled with barely concealed excitement and admiration.

“This is simply the most perfect work of art, so cleverly combining violence and beauty—”

Zhu Songning remained silent, quietly unbuckled her seatbelt, and quickly slipped out of the car.

If she wanted to do this, she shouldn’t involve her!

Zhu Songning was still a person who cared about appearances!

Ignoring the large number of Instagram links Luo Chuanhe shared with her, she only replied to her message asking “Are you here?” by sending her location, and then slammed the car door shut.

She wasn’t sure what was going on with Luo Chuanhe lately; she had become obsessed with an Instagram blogger who didn’t even show their face, sending them private messages every day without fail.

“Goodbye! Sis Mu!”

The white gloves flew wildly in the air.

It looked like she was somewhat eager to get out of the car.

Shen Qingmu’s face was dark.

She took out a cigarette case from her pocket, put a thin, long lady’s cigarette in her mouth, but didn’t light it. She merely held it, and remembering Zhu Songning’s rapidly retreating figure, she let out a “humph” from her nostrils.

Little rascal.

She just had to wait for the next time she got to badmouth her in front of her little sister!

Shen Qingmu leaned against the car door, but before she could settle for long, she was suddenly hit by a strong force.

The cigarette she was lightly holding in her mouth snapped and fell out.

Luo Chuanhe was jogging along the path according to the location Zhu Songning had just sent her, failing to notice there was a person standing in front.

By the time she realized it, it was too late.

The incident unfolded like slow motion.

She bumped into someone, looked up, and saw the woman half-leaning on the purple supercar. She was covered in a khaki overcoat, with a black one-shoulder long-sleeve underneath, and a flowing leopard-print scarf tied around her neck, fluttering freely with the wind.

That face… why did it look so much like her idol?

Her hand reacted faster than her brain, swiftly catching the falling cigarette.

Shen Qingmu took the object from her hand.

“Thank you.”

—”I’m sorry.”

When Shen Qingmu looked down, she saw Luo Chuanhe’s phone screen, and her eyebrows seemed to raise slightly in surprise.

Luo Chuanhe knew it was her fault for not watching where she was going. After apologizing, she didn’t even dare to lift her head and quickly ran away.

Zhu Songning looked at Luo Chuanhe running towards her, panting.

“Why are you running like this? Your face is all red.”

Zhu Songning handed her two tissues.

“You don’t know…” Luo Chuanhe looked dazed. “When I was coming, I accidentally bumped into someone. She looks exactly like Film Empress Shen. If it weren’t for the different hair color, I wouldn’t have been able to tell them apart.”

Zhu Songning understood immediately.

“That must be her sister.”

“Sister? Film Empress Shen actually has a sister?” Luo Chuanhe was shocked, but she quickly sensed something was wrong. “Wait, how do you know she has a sister?”

“I’m her long-time fan, and I don’t know about this. Where did you find out?!”

Zhu Songning inwardly thought, “Oh no.”

Shoot, how could she forget that her relationship with Shen Qingyu hadn’t been made public yet?

How could she explain this now?!

“Never mind me, what about you? Weren’t you going to tell me about that new blogger you’ve become a fan of?”

Zhu Songning cleverly began to change the subject.

“Right, right.” When she brought up that person, she immediately forgot everything else, her eyes shining. “Gosh, I really love the scenery she photographs—waterfalls, cliffs. What kind of person do you think could capture such a vast world…”

They chatted all the way to Zhu Songning’s dorm. Luo Chuanhe had good eyesight and saw a figure from afar, immediately stopping in her tracks.

Zhu Songning: “What’s wrong with you now—”

Her voice suddenly trailed off.

Because she also saw that person, dressed in a black business suit and holding a stack of documents.

She had seen that person before; they were one of Yuanhe Entertainment’s senior executives.

She watched as Shen Qingyu opened the door, ushered the person inside, and the door closed behind them.

Someone from Yuanhe Entertainment?

How could Shen Qingyu be involved with them?

Zhu Songning recalled what Shen Qingmu had told her before: the story of Yuanhe Entertainment’s building lights staying on for three days and three nights while trying to figure out how to deal with her, this “troublemaker.”

Could it be related to her?

“Uh, you go back first. I have something I need to take care of.”

After hastily saying goodbye to Luo Chuanhe, she immediately rushed back to her dorm.

This time, when opening the hidden door in the middle, she didn’t use a key. Instead, she took out a thinner iron wire, which made less noise, and carefully picked the lock.

The Shen family believed in feng shui, so during the renovation, they specially installed a screen behind the reception area.

Hiding behind the screen, Zhu Songning could vaguely hear their conversation.

“Second Miss Shen.”

It was the executive’s voice.

“I hope you will no longer interfere in our affairs.”

Yuanhe Entertainment was a company controlled by a collateral branch of the Shen family, and this executive was a trusted subordinate of Xu Zhe’s mother.

Because the main branch of the Shen family was small, even though Shen Qingyu was not very old, her seniority was quite high. She and Xu Zhe’s mother were considered to be of the same generation. When Xu Zhe saw her, based on family relations, she should indeed call her “Little Aunt.”

Shen Qingyu sat on the sofa, her posture relaxed.

Her hands were peeling an orange. The oranges looked incredibly delicious, with bright yellow skin, seemingly full of juice. A bite would surely be very sweet.

“What affairs?”

There was no smile on Shen Qingyu’s face.

“I merely saw you lingering suspiciously near my trainee’s door and kindly invited you in to sit down.”

Her trainee?

Was this person here to see her?

The executive said, “Second Miss Shen, you misunderstand. I came this time bringing a goodwill cooperation.”

She pushed the documents forward.

Through the gap in the screen, Zhu Songning’s eyes couldn’t see all the words, but she could barely make out the large characters “Contract” on the document cover.

“This time, we intend to sign Miss Zhu as an artist under our Yuanhe Entertainment.”

The executive wore a professional smile.

“I believe our company holds sufficient weight in the mainland entertainment industry. Miss Zhu joining us will also ensure better resources and development. This is undoubtedly a win-win situation.”

“Sounds good.”

Shen Qingyu was very quick at peeling oranges. In no time, several beautiful oranges were piled up on a plate next to her.

Even the pith and membranes had been meticulously removed.

“Now that you’ve finished talking, you can get out.”

Her voice was calm but carried an unyielding deterrent force.

“You!”

The executive immediately stood up, but mindful of Shen Qingyu’s status, she didn’t dare to express her anger.

“You spoke very well, but coming from you people, I wouldn’t believe a single word.”

Shen Qingyu looked up at her, tapped her finger on the document, and pushed it back without even opening it.

“I’ve seen too many of your company’s tricks: yin-yang contracts, squeezing out all the value and then discarding the artist, making artists do whatever makes money.”

“After all, this isn’t my company, so I can’t—and previously was too lazy to—manage it.”

“But, what is the meaning of setting your sights on my person?”

It was just a simple question, yet a chilling sensation suddenly rose behind the executive’s back, silently wrapping around her, like water weeds twisting around her neck, ready to tighten in the next second.

The executive was a trusted aide of Xu Zhe and her mother, but her knowledge was limited to helping them manage the company; she knew very little about the internal affairs of the Shen family. She never understood why they all held such a deep and cautious attitude towards Shen Qingyu.

In her view, Shen Qingyu was merely a beautiful woman who got lucky, clinched the Three-Golden Film Empress awards, and became smug and conceited afterward.

The Alpha pheromones in the air intensified.

In the natural world, pheromonal suppression is the most direct.

Higher ranks suppress lower ranks. Alpha pheromones are inherently aggressive, and any polite Alpha would never casually release their pheromones in front of an Omega.

The executive’s eyes were full of disdain.

Not only was she an executive with distinguished status at Yuanhe Entertainment, but she was also an A-level Alpha.

She just couldn’t stand Shen Qingyu’s attitude of not taking her seriously. Wherever she went, she was always treated with deference.

Just wait. So what if she was a Film Empress? Soon enough, she would be begging her for mercy.

Zhu Songning was about to rush out when she saw Shen Qingyu move even faster.

The Omega’s gaze instantly turned sharp. She flew up and kicked the A-level Alpha opposite her, sending her tumbling onto the floor.

Then, she kicked her again to turn her over, planting her shoe firmly on the Alpha’s back.

The executive cried out in pain, her expression showing anguish and agony.

Shen Qingyu frowned, looking disgusted, and aggressively sprayed air freshener into the air: “You’ve forced me to take another shower later. I’ve never smelled anything so revolting.”

“Get out immediately.”

The executive scrambled and crawled out the door. She hadn’t gone far, however, when her knees suddenly buckled.

Zhu Songning stood under a tree not far away, looking at her with a gentle smile.

“Weren’t you looking for me? How did you mistake the number plate and end up at Teacher Shen’s place?”

With every step Zhu Songning took closer, the executive felt the pain in her body intensify. The overwhelming pressure of a top-tier S-level Alpha bore down on her, vast as mountains and oceans, making her feel as if every bone and limb was being crushed.

The executive wondered what bad luck she was having today, encountering two S-level A and O in succession within just one hour.

“Don’t get the wrong person next time,” Zhu Songning knelt down and brushed the dust off the executive’s shoulder. “Such foul-smelling pheromones—keep them in check next time, don’t release them to disgust people.”

“Stay here obediently for a while. The police will come and take you away.”

001 had been on her person. Zhu Songning asked it to retrieve the recorded video as evidence.

Returning to her own dorm, the moment she stepped inside, she saw a plate of beautiful, perfectly round, peeled oranges sitting on the table, carefully arranged into the shape of a heart.

A note was tucked under the plate.

“Been standing for so long, must be tired. Have some fruit~”

Without a signature, she could still guess whose masterpiece this was.

001 poked its head out.

【Host, how did you know I have a video surveillance function?】

“Aren’t you supposed to transmit data back to headquarters? If you don’t have basic recording and storage functions, how are you different from trash?”

【…】

Whether it was its illusion or not, it felt like its host had become noticeably more harsh after spending some time with the mission target.

But at least the host was much gentler than the mission target, who would kick people away and tell them to get lost at the drop of a hat.

【But not necessarily. To protect the host’s privacy, although footage below the neck is recorded, neither the main system nor I have viewing access. Only you, the host, and the party involved can view it.】

As if to prove it, 001 summoned the private folder from the void.

Indeed, only Zhu Songning could see it.

Inside were scenes from her first meeting with Shen Qingyu in the hotel suite, scenes from Shen Qingyu’s heat, and even the segment where she took a shower was recorded.

Zhu Songning suddenly felt a fire slowly igniting within her body.

She looked at the recorded image of Shen Qingyu, her face refined and clean, with wet eyelashes and lips that were red and lustrous.

Her memory was already excellent, and these images were quickly tied together, bringing back those memories.

She suddenly felt that even the faint, pitiful Omega tea fragrance on the note had become unbearable.

Memories felt exceptionally sizzling when she was alone.

Inside the humid, warm sheets, 001 was forcibly shut down by Zhu Songning.

The rich Alpha pheromones surged restlessly like waves of heat, surging like an unending tide.

The rabbit doll carrying her scent, the note placed by the bed—ultimately, nothing compared to the hair tie that Shen Qingyu had used to bind her hair and which Zhu Songning now wrapped around her wrist.

A whole day had passed, yet the scent on it hadn’t faded in the slightest, clinging firmly as if the Omega had marinated it.

One end of the hair tie had been soaked by rainwater, shimmering with the glossy luster of clear autumn water.

In her dream, she kissed her lips, wrapped her arms around her waist, and the fingers shaped like a gun pressing against her chest.

All the memories were drenching her through and through. Shen Qingyu was like a sudden downpour passing over her parched field.

And she, the entirety of her being, was losing order in this downpour named “Shen Qingyu.”

In the daylight, she watched Shen Qingyu’s shoe kick down and then fiercely step on the executive’s back, her posture arrogant and lofty.

Asleep, in the heart of the muddled storm, an unknown jealousy suddenly began to rise within Zhu Songning.

Why…

Why couldn’t she be like that person, trampled under Shen Qingyu’s foot, crushed by her.

The trembling, turbulent white hair tie finally succumbed to the weight of the wind and rain outside the window, becoming completely soaked, drooping over her wrist.

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